Do Dragons Dream of Blue Sheep?
“What wondrous dreams await me this night ?” a veiled figure pondered as she trodded through the ethereal planes, observing with a warm, gentle gaze the orbs floating around the serene azure landscape. “Wit each dream comes newfound hope. An' wit each soul, new possibilities!”
As the robed figure touched a sphere glowing with a yellowish hue, a tear in the veil appeared. Through it passed the familiar figure of a regal alicorn.
“O-Oh, Princess Luna! How good it is tae see ye again,” the figure greeted with a polite bow of her head before she stepped away from the sphere.
“Nonsense, Lady Ewe! The pleasure is ours,” Luna returned the bow to the cloaked figure. “And what brings the Dream Faun of Parras back to Ponyville? Only good fortune, we hope.”
A gracious smile stretched her snout. “Princess, Ah must insist it is Ah who is honored. We Shepards have ne'er felt more welcome tae a world as magical than Equestria,” Oona took the hood off her head. The wolven fabric vanished a moment later, along with several parts of her cloak, revealing the caprine woman.
She was short when comparing her modest five feet three inches tall stature, slightly below the average for a typical mare, to the statuesque goddess standing over two meters tall in front of her.
“And again, we say nonsense, my friend," Luna replied with a warm smile. "It is I who is the lucky one to count on the aid of you and your family. More so to count you as one of my dearest friends.
Oona tittered with delight. “Ye’re not just sayin' that because of th' Tantabus, yes?” She asked, glancing at her staff. A mystic marvel made out of arcane wood, inscribed with numerous runes and sigils. The top hooked like a shepard's crook, a large, round dreamcatcher woven between with silk from the Dream Weaver, forming a lotus. Embedding the center laid a bright lapis lazuli; it and the staff itself sparkling with ancient ethereal energies.
“While I am grateful for your aid, Lady Ewe, the matter got out of hand, as you know,” Luna replied, ashamed.
“Out ov hand, or did it work exactly as intended? Did ye not find peace? Were yer demons not silenced, squelched, and exercised?” Oona smiled at Luna's bewildered expression. “Now befur ye thank me, Ah did nothin' but provide ye the means tae create th' Tantabus. Th' rest was all ye an' yer kin. I only provided wit what ye need.”
Luna closed her mouth and smiled widely, spreading her arms before glomping over Oona, burying her face between her ample breasts. “You are an absolute treasure, Oona! I can’t thank you enough!”
“G-gah!! Perhaps by not crushin' me, please!” Oona complained but accepted the friendly gesture. After nearly a full minute of being nearly smothered to death, Luna let her go. “Good gracious! Sae that’s what it feels like,” she mumbled, staring down at her own hefty bosom. “Speakin' ov family. A’m glad that mare, Starlight Glimmer, was able tae help ye and Celestia’s problem a while back.”
Luna blushed, covering her face with her mane and closing her tunic a little more. “You saw that?”
The azure sheep sported a knowing grin and nodded. “I thought about intervenin' if something went wrong, but ye manage to find peace thanks tae her!”
“Yes, I suppose we were fortunate that Starlight Glimmer and her headstrongness were exactly what we needed to breach the wall between us,” Luna sighed, relaxing her posture before smiling back down to Oona. “It has been nice catching up with you, Oona. But I must return to carry out my duties.”
Lady Ewe bowed her head. “Ah understand. If A'm gettin' in yer way, Ah shall leave. This is yer domain, after all.”
Luna shook her head. “On the contrary, my friend, you and the other dream shamans have brought nothing but ease to my burden. Many creatures I must watch, and all have their needs. I cannot give too much time to a single individual dream for too long. I must ensure a peaceful rest for as many as I can each night. To know that you and others fulfill their solemn duty to those most afflicted, no matter the world nor the creature comforts my mind and heart. For who better to help those in need than you?” She smiled teasingly. “If I were one of my subjects, I wouldn't complain about being visited by one as cute and adorable as yourself~!”
Oona looked away to hide the blush glowing over her face. “Ahem! Ye have dreams tae attend tae, yes?” the caprine woman insisted before Luna disappeared in a starry swirl of magic, all the while waving friendly at her. A few seconds later, she sighed. “Now, let’s see what Ah can do.”
As Oona’s hooves went limp and she began to hover above the ground, though there was no sense of direction or things like up, down, or just ground in an ethereal plane, she began to move forward amidst the hundreds of thousands of spheres floating around.
It’s nice tae see such a peaceful an' lovely dimension such as this, she thought while looking around, her crook shimmering with soft blue light. Sae many others are plagued with wars, unrest, criminality, an' worse things. It makes me hopeful that other kinds ov worlds can fair better if they had someone tae watch over them. Like us or th' alicorn sisters!
She let out a weak sound of defeat and regret, focused on her task. Her thoughts traveled back to Luna and her friendly attitude. She was surprisingly open and welcoming for a de facto goddess of their realm. Too many gods and other such beings treated her as expecting lapdogs at best and as intruders or vermin at worst. Thus, she enjoyed every chance she got the chance to come to Equestria. Though that wasn’t just because Luna was a good friend. It was also due to Equestria’s inhabitants.
The dreamcatcher staff suddenly began to glow brightly, and Oona stopped. Moving around, she pointed her crook to a yellow-colored sphere and found its color fading. Approaching it, she began to analyze it. “Nu-ah! No nightmares allowed this night! Be gone wit ye~!” Leaning forward, she kissed the sphere as a misty blue aura enveloped the forming storm cloud. “What fear ye've got is not truly there. Face it, do not run. You are stronger, smarter, braver! Go, turn back, an' confront that aberration,” she said in a motherly tone.
Watching the sphere in detail, she saw a unicorn stallion running through a swamp, stopping suddenly as he heard her words, then turning around to face a shadowy monstrosity. She could feel him falter and doubt himself, but her words had rung true and cut deep into his heart, filling him with determination. “Yes, now nurture it! It is just a product ov yer mind. It will only hurt ye if allowed to do so. But know it is a part ov ye. Go on, little one!” She encouraged him, and the stallion stood his ground. The monster growls while approaching charged, but the stallion takes a deep breath and held out its arms to wrap the swamp thing in an embrace, halting its actions.
The creature trembled before letting out a whimper, its arms slowly returning the gesture as it melted into the stallion. With a gasp, he laughed and thanked Luna for her help as the sunlight began to give way through the swamplands.
Oona laughed joyously and pulled away, the sphere now shimmering white to join the others around it. She didn’t mind that the credit went to her friend. Not a single shaman sought glory, fame, or adoration. The simple joy of helping a dreamer and seeing their imagination flourish was all the reward she could ever need.
Returning to her patrol, she continued on her careful and ever-watchful vigil. She stopped a few more times to aid dreamers. The simple ones she left alone, for Luna could do them faster and better than she ever could, while she tended to those that required her expertise. Nightmares come in all shapes and forms.
But so did her help in dealing with each monster.
A restaurant owner plagued with doubts about her skill and the bills needing to be paid. A helping hand and the reassurance that she could do it, that she needed to trust herself was all that was needed to ease her heart for the night, granting her a restful sleep.
A Royal Guard suffering from the trauma of combat. The motherly embrace and the warmth of a kiss on his forehead drove the nightmare away.
Even nightmares brought from watching scary movies, reading a book they shouldn’t have, or eating too much before bed only required a stern hand on her part to settle them.
In most of the dreams she tended to, there was no need for direct interaction. But then there were those special cases. Dreams that could make even the strongest and most veteran Shepards unable to help the dreamer. Others were the recurring type. No matter how many times they were aided, they always fell into their personal black abyss for one reason or another. And all they could do was grant the dreamer a peaceful night.
That’s why Oona avoided the most dangerous dimensions and directed her attention to dimensions such as Equestria.
Then, she stopped when her staff began glowing purple. Blushing a little, she searched around to find the dreamer in question, recognizing the cluster and color before finding the source. Instead of a bright gold orb or cleansing white light, it was an inky black sphere. The sign of a terrible nightmare.
Dream shamans usually don't bother to remember the names of people they’ve helped. The attachment would allow complicated feelings to get in the way of what must be done.
“An' yet Ah keep findin' meself comin' back tae ye,” she muttered, her blush intensifying for a moment before shaking it off to resume her usual demeanor.
“None ov that! Enough is enough,” she told herself. “It seems Ah can’t simply guide ye from th' outside anymore. Ah must tend tae ye directly!” Her body began to glow and the sphere enlarged, her eyes focused on the dreamer panicking inside his dream. “No longer will panic an' doubt cloud yer better judgment, young Spike.”
A moment after saying his name, the azure sheep vanished, and the sphere returned to its normal size.
Appearing inside a dream was an easy task for Oona, thanks to her unique ability to dream walk. So it was no surprise to find herself amid a chaotic panic-induced nightmare. But its nature was the most concerning aspect. Everything was desaturated, the atmosphere fading into utter darkness. Feeling her hooves lift off from the grass, she floated through the air until she could hear the increasingly frantic yelping of a distressed dragon.
Normally, dragons from various dimensions, and even those belonging to Equestria, had dreams and nightmares more aligned to dragon-centered issues. Too small hoards, the need to be stronger, bigger, take vengeance against a foe, kidnap a princess or two. It was rare to find those that not only didn’t show those concerns but had other vastly different ones.
Oona fondly recalled a dragoness having a nightmare where she embarrassed herself over a tea party. But the one she was visiting now, Spike, was a special case.
As she approached her objective, she saw him frantically trying to protect himself from biting flowers, spoiled chocolate cookies, flying aprons, and laughing ghostly lips. But what really made her heart sink a little was Spike himself. His wings were puny. His arms and legs bone thin. And his body was frail-looking. The laughter of the lips was unmistakable to that of a thousand mares, all directed at him.
Having seen enough and deciding to intervene directly, her wooden crook glimmered, and a moment later, a pure wave of mystical energy washed over the monsters assaulting the poor dragon. Confused that the attacks stopped, Spike looked up to find the dream faun scant few feet away from him.
“W-Who are you?” He asked, still kneeling and covering his body from any further attack. “Where did the flowers and chocolates go? I… I thought I asked… but then… I… is... Is this a dream?” Looking around to make sure everything was fine, he asked once more. “Luna?”
“A friend ov Princess Luna,” Oona corrected, smiling when her honey brown eyes met his emerald green. “Ah take it ye recognize mah voice?”
“I-I thought you were Luna. But if you’re not her...” Spike asked as he got to his shaky feet. He observed the woman in front of him intently. Already he could tell a pleasant, friendly, and welcoming aura coming from her, similar to that of Celestia’s, just more friendly and open rather than outright motherly. He also noticed that she wore a minty green tunic shirt that reached past the midpoint of her wool-covered thighs. The cloud-like fleece also covered her hands like fingerless gloves, her nails painted gold. Like most of his friends, her legs were bent back in a digitigrade shape, though not as pronounced as that of a usual pony. Her cloven hooves looked similar but pointier.
Spike couldn’t get a glimpse of her figure thanks to her clothing, but he could tell she had a shapely, if a bit pudgy, body. Further up, her clothes gave just enough hints about the size of her breasts. Despite her wooly braided hair resting against the valley of her chest, it didn’t conceal her surprisingly sizable bosom; easily as big if not bigger than that of Pinkie Pie’s by his best estimate. Once he reached her face, things changed. Her muzzle was smaller than any equine, her cheeks highlighted by bluish markings, though what they meant or represented, he didn't know. Her eyes were large and shined honey brown, and her pupils were horizontal. Finally, crowning out of her wooly head were two grey horns that curled around her large floppy ears. Their surface littered with carvings and runes of some sort, sprouted in a similar fashion to those belonging to his friend, Ember.
“Salutations,” Oona greeted, bowing her head to the taller dragon. “Ah am Lady Ewe. Dream Faun from th' Isle ov Parras. Ye may also call me Oona if ye’d wish; there is no need fur us tae be formal. Sae nice tae finally meet wit ye, Spike.”
He blinked, tilting his head in confusion. “You… know who I am?”
“Ov course Ah dae,” she replied, her hooves touching the ground, restoring a bit of color to the monochromic dreamscape. The location shifted from the destroyed picnic outside Ponyville’s borders to that of his room back at the castle. “Ah, much better, don’t ye think?”
“Wha?! W-Wait, hold up,” Spike said. “So you weren’t Luna this entire time?!"
She grinned. "Is me accent not apparent?"
His embarrassment deepened. "N-no, it is. I thought your voices didn’t match up. She’s more direct and forceful, while yours is more mellow and gentle. I should have known better something fishy was going on,” he sighed. “Great, just add more things to the pile of failures on me.”
“Stop that!” Her voice came strong, firm, and absolute. A sharp contrast to her previous tone. Hovering again, she floated up until she reached eye-level with him. “Why must ye bring yerself down like this? Surely, there is a reason fur yer self-destructive behavior?”
“Why else?! That’s all I’m good for! I’m just a pebble on the side of the road. No matter how much I try or what I do, I can never be the dragon I wish to become!” He replied, the room darkening around him as he went on. “Look at me… I’m pathetic… Rarity would never give me a chance!”
“Ooh?” Oona replied with a raised brow, her tone firm but gentler. “An' how dae ye know what is ‘true’? Have ye actually asked her out?”
“Pft. And get laughed at by her? To make her think I’m joking? Yeah, right...” He retorted, the walls starting to crack. “What chance do I have against other stallions? I’m a coward, a weakling! A dragon that was lucky to be hatched!”
“How we perceive ourselves can be dangerous, Spike,” she began. “Puttin' others in high regard is just as hurtful as what ye're doin'. Believin' ye have no value. That yer worth is less than those around ye. Ye know better than that!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, lady,” he dismissed with a scoff. “What am I if not extra luggage for my friends? The butt of the joke, the pack mule, and a sidekick at best...”
“Even after all these years, ye still see yerself as such? After e'erythin' ye've been through? What vile monster dwells wit'in ye, Ah wonder. Is it hate, loathin', doubt, insecurity, or repugnance?” She pondered while placing a hand onto his forehead, petting him affectionately as he wrenched from such gentle contact. “Or maybe it’s somethin' more simple? Perhaps you are merely blind tae yer self-worth.” Pulling back, she grabbed his hand. “C'mere.”
“To where?”
Oona didn’t answer, and Spike didn’t fight against her pull. It only took a few steps for them to reach the large mirror and for Spike to see his disheveled, sorry frame. “Tell me, Spike. What is it ye see?”
“Nothing," he replied his body drying and shriveling up more. "Just a loser who can’t even tell the mare he loves out on a date. A failure to the draconic linage. And a sorry excuse of a brother…”
“That’s funny,” she giggled. “Because Ah see a courageous dragon, willin' tae give up his life fur his friends, family, an' home. He looks loyal, honest, an' brave. Wit'out him, an Empire would’ve fallen, an' a tyrant would be victorious. Ah see a lovin' an' carin' brother that will dae anythin' fur his sister,” she replied. “It is easy tae overlook all th' good we’ve done, all th' positive traits we have in favor of tiny mistakes, small faults, an' our own insecurities. They swell, grow, an' eventually dominate our minds.”
The caprine woman wrapped her arms to hug the struggling drake, his cheeks heating up from feeling her soft, squishy form hold him. She continued, “But they are easily cast aside when we see past them. When we realize they have no power over us or our actions. When we see th' reality ov what we truly are-” as she spoke those words, his aura sprung forth to encase him. And slowly, his body morphed. “-we can begin tae heal.”
Spike watched his reflection change from a shriveled, skinny husk to what he really looked like. In a matter of seconds, he stood proudly at his full two-meter tall self, minus the crest. He wasn't a muscle-bound hunk like he always dreamt to be, but he showed a nice, tone figure that depicted a healthy, young, and strong dragon.
“My, would ye look at that~! The reality is sae much better, isn’t it?” Oona teased, though she couldn’t stop her heart from beating a little faster after seeing his toned musculature and strong physique that showed through his scales.
“Is this… really me?” He asked, unsure what he was seeing was the truth. Despite his doubt, however, the cracks on the walls were patched up, and color returned to the room.
“Th' true you,” Oona confirmed, smiling. “Spike, e'eryone is born wit flaws they wish they didn’t have. But ye can learn from them instead ov fightin' them. Ye’re not weak nor cowardly. Not a traitor or a disappointment.”
“How do you know?” He asked. Oona didn’t reply instantly. Instead, she guided him to the bed, where she sat beside him.
“Truth be told, A’ve been watchin' ye for a while,” she confessed, her own cheeks flourishing. “E'ery time I travel here, it is yer dreams that cry out th' loudest. Out ov all the ponies in Ponyville, hopin' fur clarity, ye’ve been th' foggiest mind tae peer into. But now, Ah know who ye are,” she smiled warmly at him. “Ye’re Spike.”
He visibly straightened up in relief. “For a moment, I thought you were going to say ‘The Hero of the Crystal Empire’ or ‘The Little Brother of Princess Twilight Sparkle,’ Lady Oona.”
“Ye are those things, Spike. But titles don’t carry th' same weight as actions. Because, at th' end ov th' day, ye are not just a Hero, nor a Little Brother, or e'en a Friend. Ye are Spike. An' ye will always be Spike. Simple as that,” Oona replied, looking up at him. The size difference made it a bit difficult, but she managed.
“Wow… g-gee, thanks!” He beamed. “I mean… wow! That takes a lot of weight off my shoulders! And you know what? You’re right! I’m not a third wheel or a sidekick! I’m Spike! I’m my own dragon, and my friends know it! And they care about me all the same!” He laughed, turning to the dream faun. “Thank you, Lady Ewe!”
She giggled before shaking her head while placing a hand on his thigh to settle him down. “Don’t thank me yet, Spike. There is much more we need tae work through.” Her smile faltered a little as her honey-brown eyes turned away. “Spike, mah reason tae help ye tonight is not only related to yer self-esteem if ye know what A’m sayin'.”
Spike blushed, getting an idea of what she was referring to. “O-Oh! I, uhmm, I see. Well, you did say you’ve been watching me… I bet you’ve seen some pretty embarrassing stuff, huh?”
“Nothin' tae be ashamed about," Oona insisted through a gentle blush. "It's an entirely natural process! Ye’re not th' only one wit such longing, desires, and dreams, Spike. But Ah have seen, as ye put it, ‘embarrassin' stuff.’ An' that is th' reason why Ah have decided tae help ye personally.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “You don’t do this regularly? Get inside a dream and help out like you’re doing now?”
Oona laughed, shaking her head. “There are millions ov dreamers, an' Ah can only attend tae sae many each night. Ah don’t get involved unless th' matter at hand is particularly threatenin' tae someone’s psyche.”
Spike looked down and blushed, trying to avert his eyes from her large mammaries that jiggled slightly underneath her tunic when she leaned back to relax. Clearing his suddenly clogged throat, he asked. “So then, what makes me so special?”
“Ah won’t go into great detail as dreams are confusin' things in themselves. But ye are what Ah call a reaccuring dreamer. Usually, that’s a good thing that indicates a healthy mind an' soul. But then there are those that visit an' stumble across th' same nightmares frequently. An' no matter how much aid Ah provide on th' outside, even if Ah make them feel at ease fur one night, it will return th' next...”
“Wow… Guess I’m really in deep trouble then, huh?” He muttered, uneasy feelings creeping up again.
“Aye, ye are. Tough e'en among those, ye're an oddity due to th' nature ov yer vexations. Namely speakin', it starts as a wet dream, then it rapidly transforms intae a self-traumatizin' experience!” Tapping the floor with her staff twice, a bubble formed to show a much younger Spike giving Rarity a tour through a landscape of ice cream. “A'll admit; A'm amazed at how quickly yer dreams evolve from fairly innocent to... well, quite the erotic fantasy.”
Spike blushed intensely. “Dear Celestia on a diet, kill me now,” he whispered, and Oona giggled. “Do I even need to explain why my love life sucks?”
“Does it suck if there's no real experience behind it?” she asked, smirking slightly.
“W-Well, no, but how could I? I’ve never asked Rarity out on a date!” the drake said in an offense.
“Ye make a big deal out ov rejection, Spike. Ye think that by askin' her out, ye’ll lose th' friendship ye share, yet yer feelings fur her are strong, that much Ah know." The dream faun leaned against his arm, gently resting one of her hands on his forearm. She could feel him tremble, but her touch slightly eased him. “What’s th' harm in asking, really?”
“...What if she says no?”
“What if she says yes?”
“What if she laughs or makes up an excuse to avoid me?”
“What if she tears up wit joy an' jumps intae yer arms?”
“What if I make a mistake!?”
“What if it’s th' best mistake in yer life?”
“What if… W-What if she doesn’t feel the same for me?” He asked, his voice weaker than a whisper.
“Ye'll ne'er know unless ye take that leap, Spike. Ye can’t honestly tell me ye're content wit not knowin' th' answer as it eats away at ye inside!” Oona said, softly caressing his arm. “Not all relationships end well; some don't e'en start! Ah can’t promise ye a happy endin' or that Rarity will be delighted tae hear ye ask her out on a date. She may be waitin' fur it just as much as she may only see ye as a friend. But even if she rejects ye, is it really that bad?”
Spike looked at her puzzlingly but knew she had a point. “I... I guess not.”
“In mah experience, it is better tae try an' fail than tae have ne'er tried at all,” she continued. “Sae many lonely souls get lost on simple assumptions. Ah do not wish th' same for you, Spike. Rejection is painful, but we can learn from th' pain an' bad experiences. Ah don’t work tae get rid ov th' nightmares; Ah work tae help people not give in tae them. That, in th' end, they should hold ontae hope an' follow their dreams. Who knows? Maybe ye will find happiness an' yer dreams will come true! Or maybe ye won't. Ye'll suffer an' continue tae live wit that loneliness. But ye will move on an' heal. An' then, after th' pain is gone, ye'll find that it was fur th' best, an' find another chance tae love.”
“...There is never a simple answer, eh?” Spike replied after a few minutes to take in her words.
“Dreams are never simple things,” she stated with a smile.
“I can’t even play the ‘I don’t know how to talk to girls’ card since I was basically raised by mares all my life. Hell, ninety-five percent of my friends are female!” He let out a hollow laugh. “I don’t know if I could live if she rejects me…”
“Ye will. Yer stronger than ye think. An' if she rejects ye an' ye're still strugglin' tae handle it, A'll be here tae help ye, Spike.”
“... Pinkie Promise?”
“Cross mah heart, hope tae fly, stick a cupcake in me eye,” she recited the unbreakable oath she’d seen too frequently on many other dreams.
“Then I will ask her out tomorrow,” he sighed. “Thanks, Lady Ewe. I’m feeling much better already!”
“Ah want details on how it goes! Don’t leave anythin' out, Spike,” the azure sheep insisted with a heartful laugh as she squeezed his arm tighter. “Ye know, A’ve seen plenty ov dragons from countless dimensions over the years. But A’ve never met one as pure an' lovable as ye. It's no wonder why yer thought about fondly by those around ye~!”
Spike returned the gesture, smiling bashfully. “Y-yeah, though the same could apply to you. Not every night you meet pretty girl, walking through my dreams.”
Oona’s caressing motions came to a halt, her face completely red as she stared wide-eyed at the dragon. “P-Pretty? Me?! O-oh, Spike, A’m afraid ye don’t know what ye’re talkin' about,” she insisted.
“Hey, I was raised by an alicorn Princess whom I see as a mother, controls the sun, and is the embodiment of beauty across Equestria. Plus, I’m surrounded by very attractive mares every day. I think I know a pretty girl when I see one. And you are quite the pretty girl,” he said with a little blush and no hint of deception in his words.
“O-oh, stop it, you!” Oona giggled nervously, pushing him away. “Ye can’t possibly be comparin' me tae th' likes ov Rarity now...”
“On looks alone, I guess I shouldn’t,” he replied truthfully. “I mean, I know how hard Rarity works to keep her figure and how proud she is of it. But her looks are, like, five percent of the reason I love her." His blush turned soft and his smile romantic. “It’s who she is on the inside that really attracts me. How much of a drama queen she is, her commanding attitude and her generous soul, how she’s willing to sacrifice anything to make others feel good but not to the point of being a martyr. How hard she works and how focused she can be, even if she gets too dragged down by her own worries.”
Looking down at Oona, he continued. “In a sense, you share that trait. You’re both hard workers and love to do what you do to help others, even complete strangers. So on the outside, you’re pretty, Lady Ewe. But on the inside? You’re an absolutely beautiful soul.”
Oona couldn’t blush any brighter even if she tried. “O-Ooh my... No one’s ever said somethin' like that about me.” Fidgeting, she inched closer to the dragon. “Ah suppose it'd be hypocritical ov me tae ignore mah own self-worth, ehehe. Y-ye really think A’m beautiful?”
“I’m in love with a pony,” replied Spike. “I can safely say I’m able to see past the species barrier, Oona. I don’t think you’re beautiful. You are beautiful!” His cheeks brightened a moment after that, and bashfulness returned. “And, uhhh, you smell really nice! I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I like your fragrance!”
“Ah... Ah like how ye say mah name,” she spoke softly. Indeed, the way he spoke the dream faun's name made her heart flutter. Looking intently into his emerald green eyes, she asked, “A-an' what is it ye smell from me?”
“I-It’s hard to say. I can smell lavender, that’s for sure, and I think… lemon and honey. But there are other scents I don’t recognize,” he explained.
Her lip quivered, feeling something inside her chest swell up before whispering, “... Then perhaps ye should come closer, aye?”
For the longest time, Spike just stared at her, unsure if he heard her correctly. But instead, he nodded. Leaning down, the young drake began sniffing closer to her fluffy hair and soon found the delicate bush of wool covering part of her neck yet leaving her shoulders bare.
“What can ye smell?” She inquired.
With lidded eyes, his sniffs became deep whiffs. “I smell… peaches… and hazelnut. And… your natural scent? It’s soft and calming, like the touch of perfume, but it's not invasive; it simply is,” he hummed, nearly purring as he took in the deepest whiff yet. It lasted several seconds until he let out a longing sigh. “It simply is the best. Milky, sweet, and warm. That’s the best way I can describe it.”
Then, he realized he was pressing his snout against the tufts of wool on her right-side shoulder. Pulling back enough to look her in the eye, he found his voice again. “I--I-- gaahh--I--uhhh-- I… I’m so… so sorry, Lady Oona!” He stammered out the apology but didn’t move back any further.
“Just Oona is fine, Spike,” she muttered with shaky confidence. In truth, her heart was racing, and her wool was standing on edge. “It… It was nice havin' ye smell me an' findin' mah scent allurin'. Means mah special brand ov shampoo is workin'~!” A giggle left her throat as she turned back up to smile at him. “Ye really are a sweetheart, though, Spike.”
They stared at each other, frozen for what felt like eons until they began approaching their faces closer. In just a matter of seconds, their lips met, and both of them mewled in satisfaction. The kiss wasn’t rough, nor it showed much experience behind it on Spike’s part, though it wasn’t much better on Oona’s side either. It was a chaste kiss of soft, tender lips meeting surprisingly soft, scaly ones. When they parted, their eyes reopened, not knowing when they had closed them, and blushed.
“T-This is so wrong…” Spike muttered but didn’t move away. Instead, he brought his right arm around to gently caress Oona’s right hand. “I… Rarity…”
“Technically speakin', Spike, this is just a dream,” she clarified with a heavy breath. “A kiss doesn’t mean anythin' in th' wakin' world. And Ah doubt Rarity would e'er find out unless ye told her.” Bringing her left hand up to her face, she touched her lips. “A'll admit... It’s been a while since A’ve been kissed like that. It’s a feelin' Ah find meself... longin' for~.”
Spike stared at her face for a few seconds before replying. “Then... Is it okay if we kiss again, Oona? I-It could be just for practice! Maybe I can learn to properly kiss someone as pretty as you?”
“Y-Yes, as practice...” she stammered back, trying her best not to let her own personal feelings affect the outcome of the matter. But in truth, she really didn’t know what she was saying or doing anymore. Her head was spinning, and her thoughts were in disarray, but her heart was telling her to just let it happen. “I suppose it’s alright. I did come to ensure you’d find peace in the first place.”
Their lips then met once more in another chaste, innocent kiss. They moved and mashed together for several minutes, moving them and slightly parting their mouths to allow the breath of the other into their cavities and mix. When they parted again to catch their breaths, it was Oona who shifted her position just enough to turn her torso and be able to grab his head by the sides. She then pulled him into a far steamier, heavy kiss; their lips clashing frantically as their tongues shyly came out to play.
Driven by pure emotion, Spike tried to shove his tongue into Oona’s mouth, but she pulled back, ending the kiss. “Never do that,” she said in a stern tone, not as a warning, but as a piece of advice. “Don’t just shove your tongue inside a Lady’s mouth like that. You need to ask permission first, to be gentle and welcoming. Show her that you care and that she matters,” she said through a thick, brightly burning blush. “Make her see you care.”
Spike nodded and tried again. As their lips mashed together, his tongue slowly and gently began to lap against her lips and teeth. Parting her lips to allow him entrance, he didn’t make the same mistake. Slithering his tongue inside her maw, he took the chance to fully enjoy and experiment with the kiss.
This is nothing like in the movies or those cheesy novels Twilight keeps under her bed says a kiss is. This is… this feels so nice. She smells soooo good, her lips are so soft, her breath is misty like grass, and she tastes so milky… is this what a real kiss feels like, too? He wondered as the kiss continued, unconsciously pressing harder against the doe.
Their kissing experiments quickly turned into a full-blown make-out session. Their tongues lapped against the other, from her soft and wet one to his strong and prehensile appendage. They didn’t waste time in fighting to see who dominated who. It was a lesson and Spike proved to be both a vivid and fast-learning student. Their make-out went on for several minutes until Spike ended it, their tongues dancing freely when they parted for a few extra seconds.
“Woah…,” he breathed out, smiling and hardly believing the experience. “That was incredible.”
“I-I’ll say,” Oona agreed through panting breaths. “Goodness gracious, I-I don’t think I’ve even been kissed like that before. You are quite good at it, Spike.” She praised him but her attention was quickly taken by a visible bulge on his groin, hiding what produced it by his closed genital scales. She bit her lower lip as her loins began to burn even more than during their make out.
“Oona?”
Being pulled out of her stupor by his voice, she noticed she was staring directly at his crotch. Fortunately for her, he didn’t seem to notice where she was so shamelessly eyeing. “Yes, Spike?” Reaching up to grab her soft hands, he squeezed them and she was surprised to feel just how warm they were and how it was possible for her to feel his heartbeat through his scales.
“Do you think… May I…? Is it okay if…,” he stammered to say, but his throat clamped at each of his tries. That is, until the doe reached up and kissed his snout. “Huff, uff, yeah, okay, aahhhhh! Okay, here I go! Oona, is it okay if I… touch you?” He asked, squeezing and caressing her hands further but never being forceful. “I mean… if that’s okay? I hug my friend regularly and get hugs from them… but I’ve never touched a mare, or doe in your case, before. Do you think it’s… okay?” He gulped. He couldn’t help himself, from fighting his eyes from gawking over her breasts and body to restraining the urge to pounce her. She was unlike any mare or creature he’s ever seen.
Oona nearly fainted upon hearing his words. Yet her fluttering heart kept her from fading and she squeezed his hands in return.
“Y-Yes... I think this should be okay,” she whispered in a husky tone. Letting go of his hands and him imitating her, she took off her veil, it vanishing into ethereal mist the moment it left her body. Now that she was out of her veil, her fairly large and wooly tail could be seen sticking out from below her tunic. Levitating off her seat, she moved to the side and sat on Spike’s lap. Her cheeks burned when she felt his bulging member press against her asscheeks. “You may… touch me as you please, Spike.”
“You’re… so light,” was the first thing that came to his mind. Reaching with his hands, he was about to grope her breasts when another idea came to mind. Lowering his hands until he reached her belly, he pressed against her shirt, capturing her in a hug.
“W-Wait, what are you..?” She asked, then shuddered as Spike kissed and sniffed the back of her neck. “S-Spike?!”
“So soft and warm,” he murmured. “Your body feels so squishy,” he teased as he pinched through her shirt at her somewhat chubby belly beneath. He kissed her neck and whiffed her hair. “How is it possible someone adorable and beautiful can exist? This surely is a dream!”
“A-Ah~! There you go again with your hogwash!” She pouted, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “It’s so embarrassing!”
Feeling devilish, Spike moved his hands to her thighs, making sure to caress and touch her waist and hips in the process. He squeezed her thighs and let out a sigh of satisfaction. “But you’re sooooo soft, Oona!”
Oona didn’t reply, she merely sat there and let Spike explore her body to satisfy his curiosity. It didn’t take long for her to notice that he wasn’t being forceful nor he was rushing things. He was doing it slowly, taking his time in his exploration. He was learning from her body, and as he caressed and touched and groped, she began to moan with each weak spot he found. His hands traced over her arms, her hands, belly, lower torso, shoulders, thighs, ample hips, waist, and what he could reach of her buttocks. And through it all, he never stopped smelling, kissing, and telling her sweet nothings that made her whole body shiver.
It warmed her heart that he was taking his time to enjoy touching her and make it good for her too. And, true to his quick-learning capabilities, he took the lesson previously learned and applied it here with great effect. Yet, despite having permission, he avoided her breasts determinately, much to her dismay
“Spike?”
“Mmm?” He replied, too focused on his task and kissing her neck to reply properly.
“Are you... not interested in playing with my breasts?” She asked, blushing as sheepishly as she looked. “I know you’ve been staring at them for a while, and I thought--”
“O-Oh no! Trust me, I do,” he said before hugging her and kissing her cheek, their difference in size making it a trivial thing for him to accomplish. “But I can’t get over your posh wool, your soft belly, how your body is essentially perfect! How you shiver with each kiss and grope I give you. How you moan and try not to bleat. You’re just so beautiful, Oona.” He kissed her again. “Can you feel my heart pounding against your back? It’s beating that hard and fast because I know I’m making you feel good, too, Oona.”
“...You helpless romantic,” she replied, unable to hide her wide smile or her red-beating face. Pushing back against him, making damn sure to wiggle her butt extra hard against his groin in the process, she moved her head aside and leaned up to kiss his throat. A moment later, he replied with a kiss to her lips. As they continued to kiss, his hands slowly crawled up towards her chest.
It didn’t take long to reach her ample bosom and he cupped each with a hand as if he was judging the quality and weight of a cabbage or melon.
“Maybe,” he replied, breaking the kiss, while his hands began to grope and caress her large tits. “At least, I like to think of myself as suave. At least charming,” he confessed.
“Most definitely charming, Spike,” Oona replied with a sincere smile. Letting out a moan and feeling her entire body shiver for a moment. “Y-You really have a thing for girls with big chests, don’t you?”
“Fluttershy, Celestia, Pinkie, Applejack, Luna, Cadance, and a lot of other mares have hugged me tightly; practically smothered me a couple of times. So… I know how soft boobs are,” he went silent for a moment, focusing on kneading and massaging the orbs of flesh resting on his hands. “But I’ve never touched them… not like this or purposefully. It's… it’s very different and they feel so nice.”
Oona raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully. “Hasn’t stopped you from cupping a feel a couple of times, hasn’t it~?”
“B-By Accident!” he insisted while blushing furiously. “Pinkie can be too clingy, Twilight doesn’t care about personal space… neither does Starlight for that matter. You’d be surprised how affectionate Celestia can be. A few mishaps on holidays. The usual.” He continued touching and exploring her breasts for another minute before his grasp turned more adventurous, serious. He quickly and easily found her nipples. Not a hard task given how hard they were at that point and the way they were poking against her shirt. He pinched and twisted at them for a few seconds, earning deep, mellowing moans from the doe.
For some reason she didn’t understand, she heard him grumble in dissatisfaction. Before she could ask him what was wrong, his hands provided the answer by releasing her breasts and snaking up to reach the seam of her shirt near the seamlessly stitched purple drapes. Taking a soft hold over them, he stared into her eyes, silently asking for permission and she granted it with a nod. Oona felt her heart race harder than ever before as her shirt was dragged down until it reached her breasts. It struggled a little against the sheer size of her generous bosom, but Spike found victory in the end via an extra hard jank at the fabric.
Oona moaned and Spike gasped the moment her breasts came out bouncing free out of the confines of her long tunic-like shirt. The first thing that he noticed was that her skin had a few blue markings, similar to those on her cheeks, and those also present along her upper arms. Suddenly, the minty green and lavender purple piece of fabric disappeared into thin air, leaving both of them completely naked.
“N-No bras or panties?” He blurted out half-way between surprised and aroused.
“I have no need of such things,” she replied hastily. “Never thought I’d get this involve with anyone.”
“And for that, I count my blessings,” Spike replied huskily, kissing her neck. His hands then returned to her breasts and he gave them a nice, firm squeeze. “They’re even softer now, holy Celestia,” he gulped as he began enthusiastically exploring her bare breasts but never being forceful with her.
For her part, Oona could hardly believe what was happening. What she would allow herself to indulge this. And how much she was enjoying it. She moaned and let out cute pants whilst Spike tended to her heavy breasts. He pinched, twisted, pulled, and groped them in an attempt to memorize their shape, size, and weight. She could feel his eagerness, made it all the more evident by his bulge pulsating against his slit.
She had never been touched like that for as long as she could remember. Unlike most of her fellow Shepards, she hardly if ever sought emotional or bodily relief. “Mmmhmmmm~ Spike,” she moaned, calling his name as she wiggled her rump against his groin harder.
“O-Oh fuck, wait. You don’t have a boyfriend, right? Sorry to ask, I got so caught up in this, it just crossed my mind,” he asked, his actions slowing down just in case.
She shook her head, intentionally pressing her back more against his strong chest and gently nuzzling against his underjaw, urging him to continue. “I’m not seeing anyone. I haven’t for a long time,” she blushed, looking away.
“Oh, good,” he sighed in relief. “Speaking of that… what are you, exactly?” He asked while cupping her breasts and moving to kiss her neck and nuzzle her collarbone.
“I’m a Shepard, Spike. To put it simply I--A-aaah~!--I’m from another dimension. I-It is my job to ensure dreamers sleep soundly and vanquish their nightmares and bad dreams, no matter the time or place.”
“Then you’re like a spirit or something?” He asked, enthralled by her words and her breasts at the same time.
“In a way, yes,” she heard him chuckle and looked up to see him looking down at her, smiling. “W-Why are you smiling?”
“Then that would make you ageless,” he said before kissing her lips. “You’re cute, mature, professional, and charming. What’s there not to love about you? You’re like a perpetual beauty at your prime forever. Many would kill for that,” he ended with a chuckle.
Oona stammered and coughed, blushing madly and covering her face with both of her hands. This caused Spike to chuckle even louder. As he continued to explore her breasts, he groped them around her pink areolas and massaged them for a few seconds. Then, a bead of white liquid formed at the tip of her large, pink, hard nipples. If Oona looked flustered before, she was completely startled now.
“S-Spike, nooo~! Look what you’ve done to me, you big oaf!” she complained, whimpering as creamy milk leaked from her teats.
“Okay, I take it back. I take everything back. You’re not only beautiful. You’re absolutely, one hundred percent gorgeous,” Spike praised as he used two fingers to press against the beads of warm milk coming out of her breasts. “Not only are your tits so big, but you can also lactate?!” He asked, gulping hard at the same time his self-control finally broke. His scales moved, revealing his slit and like a spring, his erection emerged. It nestled comfortably between her thighs, pressing hard against her lower lips to reveal how wet she actually was.
This caused both of them to stop, as if some kind of invisible line or boundary had been breached. Oona removed her hands in order to see the pillar of pure draconic might sticking up like a ship’s mast from between her legs. And she shuddered. “B-Bless me! It’s… much bigger up-close.”
“Thanks,” he replied softly, his hands cupping her breasts. “Do you think it’s okay if we… keep going?” He asked.
Oona noticed there was no nervousness behind his words now. It had been replaced by curiosity, eagerness, and not a small amount of lust. She knew that if she allowed things to escalate any further, things could slip out of her control. But I must do everything in my power to finally put Spike’s heart at ease, she told herself, though she didn’t know if she said that to reassure herself or as an excuse to keep going.
“I mean... W-We have already gone a long way together,” she stammered, her form trembling with desire from feeling her breasts being squeezed to that thick monolith pulsating against her neithers. “It wouldn’t make sense to stop now.”
“Then let me suck your tits!” He insisted, groping her breasts in a way that produced a bit more of her milk to come out. “I’ve seen mares breastfeeding their foals… I don’t know if Celestia did that for me at some point, but I’ve always wanted to try it. A-And since you’re milking…” he wanted to continue, but the scalding thirst assaulting his throat didn’t let him.
“Then… do as you desire,” she said, her heart racing as she uttered those words, knowing the implications and their weight. Spike let go of her bosom and took a firm hold of her waist. To a dragon like him, her weight was utterly meaningless and so he used one of his arms to support her weight, using it as a bench for her to use. She was turned around and now she was facing him.
The first thing Spike did now that she was facing him, was to drive his left arm, her bench, up in order to be at an eye level for the first time since their encounter. He smiled at her before speaking. He then moved in for a kiss, which she returned rather eagerly and she began to caress his fins, head, and crest. Breaking the kiss after a few moments, he raised his arm further in order to have her large, milk-filled breasts close to his face. Before doing anything else, he took a moment to admire her beauty all the way from her face, down her chest, her slightly chubby belly, her groin partially covered by her soft, warm wool leaving a clear access to her nethers, her wide, child-bearing hips, ample ass, strong thighs, down her wool-covered legs, and ending on her cloven hooves.
“Beautiful,” was all he could muster before leaning forth and burying his head in between her tits. He made them bounce and jiggle while taking in her scent and kissed her skin. Once he had enough, he rested his head against her flesh for a few moments. Basking in the joy of having a fantasy fulfilled. Then, he moved back; kissing his way until reaching her pink, hard nipple.
Licking his lips in anticipation, Spike brought his tongue out for an experimental lick. His tongue circled her areola as it edged closer to the tip of that heavenly mound. His prehensile appendage was assaulted by a sweetness unlike any other he’d tasted so far. Cupcakes, swirlies, cookies, muffins… they were all stale compared to the delectable liquid his tongue had just touched and flavored. Wanting more, needing more, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, them enclosing it completely along with her areola. He cupped her breast with his right hand and began to knead it, coxing more of her milk to come out.
“Mmmmmmhhhhh~!” Oona moaned as she had never moaned before. She could feel her breasts grow lighter with each loving suck Spike delivered onto it. His hunger was palpable and his greed apparent, yet he was able to contain himself to avoid sucking too hard or being too rough with his handling. His other hand was busy groping her derriere while he drank mouthful after mouthful of her milk. “Spiiiike~” she moaned his name, grabbing onto his crest for dear life.
But Spike didn’t reply. Not with words. He let out a guttural and satisfied moan before moving to her left tit and began suckling on it with the ravenous hunger befitting a horde of locusts. All the while Oona moaned and stained his arm with her growing arousal. When he was done and having had his fill, he let go of her breast, both nipples slightly engorged and leaking droplets of milk.
“Goodness gracious,” Oona panted, wincing a little at the feeling of having her nipples sucked so intently, lovingly, and wantonly at the same time. She felt how he pushed her up for just a moment, then when she fell down, her bench was one and was replaced by his two strong hands holding her bottom, his fingers digging through her wool to squeeze the flesh underneath. “Spike? Spike?!” She asked, but had no answer from the dragon. She could feel his lust, his desire, and his longing even before he pressed his snout against her belly. He kissed it before lowering his arms, ending in his face buried in between her breasts for a few moments before going further down. In but a few seconds she found herself being hugged tightly by him.
Then, before she could immerse herself in his warmth and beating heart, he moved again, shifting and now resting face down against the bed. “Aaaahhh, S-Spike~” letting out a throaty moan upon feeling her ass being grabbed and forcefully spread to reveal her nethers to him.
Sitting on her thighs, Spike straddled the doe while simultaneously placing his cock in between her soft cheeks. He let out a deep moan as his throbbing rod was sandwiched in between her soft, plump derriere. “I’m so sorry, Oona,” he began. “But, this is okay, right? You want this as much as I do, don’t you? Why else let me go this far. But… but say the word, before I completely lose it. I don’t know what’s happening with me. I want to hold you, kiss you, claim you, make you mine. Just say no, and I’ll stop, Oona.”
The doe breathed in deeply, her ass feeling the warmth of his hard cock through her flesh spreading all over her body. She could almost taste his lust and how hard he was fighting against his basic instincts. But something he said rang deeply within her. Something that she knew was absolutely true and undeniable. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, no matter how much she desired it.
“I’m here to help you, Spike. Do as you muuuu--aaaaauuust!!” She was interrupted by the dragon starting to shake his hips back and forth, using her asscheeks as little more than a fleshlight. His caring side was still present despite his more brutish movements. He didn’t dig his claws into her flesh, not using more strength than she could handle from him.
She loved it. She loved the feeling of being used like that, of being treated like both the Lady that she was but also seen as a female. And Spike was so charming, sincere with his words, and his honesty struck at all her weak spots.
I… I have to stop this before I lose the grip over myself! But… but it’s been so long since I was last held like this… and he’s so earnest… NO! I have to stop him. This is for his own good… his… his own… but it feels so good. Oona thought trying to convince herself, but her inner voice was muddled with each thrust of the dragon on top of her.
Then, he suddenly stopped and she was flipped over. In less than a second, he was now on top of her, his cock mere inches away from her face. From such a close distance she could smell his powerful, intoxicating musk.
“Say it, Oona,” he demanded. His voice confident, demanding, and dominating but never pressuring or hostile. Not when he was smirking the way he was doing so right at that moment. “You said to me that reality is much better when we see what we truly are? Be honest with yourself.”
“...” Oona stared at him for several moments before replying. “I’m a Shepard… I… I can’t just act so selfishly!”
“Why not?” He asked. “What’s wrong with being selfish once in a while, especially over something you need? You helped me, Oona. Now let me help you, and through it, we’ll help each other,” he offered before groping her tits and squeezing them; milk dribbling out of her nipples, running down her skin.
Oona couldn’t find her words anymore. She was flustered beyond reason, her duty set aside and her desires coming to light. There were no more excuses to say or use. But she couldn’t just give in. “Spike…”
“I’m pretty sure that you’ll be able to help others a lot more after you’re relaxed, Oona,” he said, smiling a bashful grin. “I don’t know if this counts as my first time, but I really wouldn’t mind having it with a girl as gorgeous as you, Oona.”
In that instant, she could feel something inside her shatter.
“I’ve... I’ve been lonely for far too long. I’ve missed being this close with someone,” she closed her eyes for a moment to avoid tearing up. “Please, Spike, make me feel wanted and loved. Make me remember what it’s like. Make me yours~”
“For you? I’ll do everything to make it happen,” he promised as he parted her tits to the side and nestled his cock in between them. Pressing her breasts together, he let out a throaty moan that was only matched by Oona’s wanton moan. He pinched her nipples with his index and thumb as he began to thrust into her.
From her perspective, the pointy tip of his phallus looked like a speartip that moved back and forth nearly touching her chin. Now that it was so up close to her, she could smell his musk without reserves. “W-Wait,” she called raising her hands and grabbing her breasts. “I-I’ll hold onto it! Just focus on thrusting this big pecker, alright?”
Spike nodded and moved his hands away. Now free to move as he wanted, he placed a hand at each side of her head as he leaned forward, his tail swaying in tandem with his thrusting hips. “S-Sweet Cadance,” he breathed out after some time, breaking the concerto of moans and heavy pants the two produced. “S-Shining and Big Mac told me that titjobs were amazing, but I never thought they could feel this good!” He chuckled. “Or maybe it’s because it's you?”
“S-Stop talking to me like that!!” She snapped out of embarrassment. “This is the first time we’ve met in person!”
Spike shrugged. “That may be true, Oona. But it is like you said. I know your voice. You’ve helped me with my nightmares and bad dreams and now you’re helping me to try and win Rarity’s heart. So in return, I’m gonna help you remember what it’s like being a mare~!!” He praised her as his thrusts became harder, faster.
Oona moaned and tried to reply to his words, but couldn’t find any words to express her feelings. So, she did the second-best thing: she pressed and squeezed her breasts more to give him a tighter fit; her milk providing a nice amount of lube for ease at the same time. Leaning forth her head, she was just at the right distance to be able to kiss his tip each time his scaly hips met with her breasts producing a satisfying and equally healthy bounce of her large mammaries.
The couple moaned and cried their pleasure out loud, Spike snarling and groaning just as much as Oona was moaning and kissing his tip with each thrust. The dragon began to slow down and Oona pouted as he moved away, and with him, his ash tasting musk and rich taste of his phallus. As he moved to the side, laying next to her. She thought that meant he wanted to move on to sex, but she was pleasantly proven wrong by his following words.
“I wanted to try that ‘69’ pose thing,” he admitted without shame, just need curiosity, and lust driving him forward. “Get on top of me, I want a taste of your pussy.”
Oona’s entire body shivered with excitement. He no longer asked for her permission. He simply commanded her to do as he pleased, and she obeyed without question. She couldn’t focus on floating this time, so she got to her hooves, turned around, and then draped herself over his body. Their difference in size made her fit perfectly. Simultaneously able to continue the titjob and now properly kiss and lick his shaft as much as she desired. She was careful to not pull her full weight on top of him, though he obviously noticed by letting out a laugh and grabbing her hips tightly. “Aaaahh, Spike!”
Spike ignored her cry, deciding it was better to pull her down and let her rest across him. “Come on, you’re as light as a feather. I need to smell and taste your pussy, Oona!” He exclaimed before shoving his snout into her nethers. Taking the deepest whiff so far, he let out a guttural growl of pure lust. “You smell so good down here, Oona. I might become addicted to your sweet, tasty scent!”
“Ooooaaahhh! S-Spike… Sweet lucid dreams, t-that feels so good!” She cried, stopping for a moment when she was assaulted by nearly forgotten sensations running across her entire body. She was expecting him to start out slowly, but the first thing he did was to kiss her clit followed by his thin, prehensile tongue lapping against her lower lips at several places at the same time. It traced her skin, pussy, and even her ass; he showed no preference, he was loving her bottom equally and diligently.
“Grind your ass on my face!” He demanded, smacking her cheek with enough force to cause it to wobble.
“A-Aaaah~! Y-Yes sir,” she hissed in response, obeying his command she eagerly shook and pushed down her hips all over his face. Meanwhile, his thrusting hips gained traction and he snarled in deep passion as he was serviced a titjob, a blowjob, and feasting on her nectar all at the same time.
“C-Cumming! Oona, I’m gonna cum!” He warned before burying more of his face in her nethers, dipping his tongue inside her clenching folds to lick and taste her directly all over at the same time.
It was too much for Oona to handle and she came. She cried around his phallus and let out a loud bleat of joy while her tail wagged happily. Spike was being showered by her delicious nectar and it was far too much for him to drink, though he didn’t mind his face and chest being covered by her perfume one bit. He groaned as he gave his last bucking thrusts. Finally, giving his final thrust and letting out a loud snarl as smoke cake out of his nostrils, he came.
Oona was surprised by the first wave of hot seed that flooded her mouth, thought mostly went down her throat. The second and following spurts filled her mouth over and over again, forcing her to swallow his abundant seed. Both of them moaned happily as they rode their shared orgasms, enjoying the afterglow of a task well done.
Spike was surprised when Oona vanished in an ethereal cloud only to reappear a second later, kneeling at the edge of the bed in between his legs. Before he could ask what she was doing, he let out a long moan when she grabbed the base of his stiff member and she began to kiss it all over. He noticed that there was something different in her eyes, a glint of something he didn’t know, but it somehow made her shine and be more beautiful than she already was.
“Are you going to fuck me with this, right?” She asked crudely but still maintained her calm elegance. “This big, fat thing is going to ruin my pussy for anyone else but you?”
Spike was speechless for a moment, but then he smirked. “You better believe it, beautiful. I’m going to fill your pussy and womb with my seed, how’s that sound?”
“It’s been cold being by myself. I need your warmth to keep me company,” she said in between kisses along his shaft and tip, stopping only for a second to suckle on his head to wrung any leftover semen stuck in his urethra. “Or... maybe you’ll leave me with a child to care to, mmm~?”
Now that made his cock throb madly. “Y-Yeah... I want to put a baby inside you, Oona. I want to fuck you, breed you, claim you, make you mine, and make you my wife,” as he said that, wads of pre-cum spurted out of his cockhead.
Oona kissed it again, amazed at how hot his shaft was getting now. “Then what are you waiting for? You’ve been my best partner in eons, it’s only fair I let you claim my womb,” she kissed his shaft again before stroking her spit all over his lubed up cock. “Now, are you ready to become a father?”
That was all the incentive Spike needed. Grabbing her by her midsection with his tail, he flapped his wings and jumped into the air. He brought her up to his level in order to share a deep, tongue-filled kiss and full of passion; both of them uncaring that their mouths were still stained by the other’s juices. A moment later they landed in the center of the bed with a bounce. Oona was on her back, her legs spread as widely as she could while her tail didn’t stop wagging.
Spike didn’t waste the chance to move into the smaller doe. With a hand grabbing a breast and the other firmly planted on her wide child-bearing hips, he positioned his cock with her entrance. He thrust once but failed. He tried again, but once again failed. Oona giggled and kissed his snout before using a hand to reach down to grab his shaft, she helped him guide it until his tip was properly aligned and she encouraged him to enter the first couple of inches into her.
They stared at each other’s eyes as she let go and let him take command again over the situation. “Oh, stars! Y-You’re so deep inside me, Spike. S-So big~! D-Don’t stop now,” she begged.
Spike felt his heart skip a beat and nodded. Leaning down he buried his snout on her neck, his ear-fin pressing against her cheek and next to her mouth. He sank deeper and deeper into her, moaning and drooling all the way until their hips met in a soft slap. “I-Is this what sex feels like? H-Holy fuck, it feels absolutely mind-blowing,” he breathed out.
“It may f-feel better for me than it does for you, Spike,” she moaned. “T-This is still your dream, though a lucid one now,” came her explanation as she enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim by a caring, loving partner. “You’re going to make a girl very happy in the Waking World,” she praised.
“Shhh,” he kissed her lips. “Right now, you’re that girl, Oona.”
She blushed a second before she let out a loud howl of pleasure, followed shortly thereafter by hard, wet slaps of scales meeting flesh. She was very glad that pain was an impossibility in the Realm of Dreams, else she would be having a hard time getting used to the monster currently plowing her pussy, stretching her walls wide, and hitting her as deeply as it could go by pressing against her cervix.
But it was his raw intensity, loving nature, and sincerity that truly won her over. She wrapped her arms around his neck, grasping at his crest and sharing a deep kiss whilst he fucked her; making her feel like a female for the first time since forever. But most importantly, it made her feel loved.
Spike plowed her fertile fields with ravenous desire. His goal was to bring her pleasure, and judging by her non-stop moaning and her tight grip over him, he was doing a great job so far. “You’re so tight! But you feel so good, Oona!” He exclaimed. “I wanna cum inside you! I wanna put my baby in you and make you a mother!” He shouted, desperately thrusting even harder against her hips. He knew she’d reply if it were not for her shameless moaning that was akin to music for him.
But something primal deep within him was shouting, roaring at him to use her as a mere slab of meat, a breeding sow for his progeny and nothing more; that she was a female and deserved to be placed in her true and proper role in nature. He’d dealt with that urge many times, so it wasn’t hard for him to shut up that voice. Oona was a Lady, and all Ladies deserved to be loved and treated like they deserved, and she had proved to deserve only the best he could bring.
“B-Breed me! Fill my womb with your seed, Spike!” She begged, her milky breasts bouncing wildly as he fucked her into a stupor.
“We’ll have a family, eh!? Don’t worry, Oona, I’ll give you as many foals as you want!” He promised. “F-Fuck you tightened up! Seriously, how cute can you be?”
“L-Less talkin’, more baby makin’~!” She demanded.
Spike snarled and leaned down, slightly climbing over her until their foreheads touched. He grabbed her by the horns, making it impossible for her to look away. His new angle allowed him to go faster and harder, plus able to hit all her sweet spots at the same time. In a passing moment of clarity, he recognized the pose he’d seen in plenty of his favorite porn magazines as being called ‘mating-press’. As he continued to fuck her as she deserved, their conjoined moans being the only thing louder than the squelching sounds their hips frantically produced, he smirked and looked deeply into her eyes.
Oona’s eyes filled with tears of joy as her whole body trembled and thrashed in pleasure as another orgasm hit her. Spike’s thrusting quickly grew erratic as her orgasm stimulated his cock, coaxing it to paint her insides white with his virile baby batter.
“RRRAAAAHHHHH!” He roared, unleashing a stream of fire to the ceiling as he came but didn’t stop thrusting. White cum gushing into her womb and spurting all over the bed, staining her thighs, asshole, and tail alike.
“BAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” She let out a mighty bleat while hugging her lover tightly. A third orgasm and the strongest so far hitting her right after her second had ended.
They remained united and satisfied, but not spent. Several minutes later, after enjoying their respective afterglow, Spike removed himself from Oona, his cock semi-erect, and covered with a mix of her honey and his cream. He let out a big sigh of relief as if not just the sex had felt good but also all his worries were now gone. He turned to Oona and found her on all fours and crawling on top of him, more specifically, over his lap. She laid on the side, letting him see her pudgy belly now a bit bigger thanks to the cum deeply nestled in her womb and the sweat covering her skin.
She grabbed the base of his prick and began to lick and suck it, giving it a fairly uninspired blowjob. But he understood she was merely cleaning him up and that caused him to blush.
“That was amazing, Oona. Thank you so much,” he went silent for a moment, letting Oona continue after replying with a knowing giggle. “Hey… would you… like to go on--”
“Ah ah~! Don’t let our encounter cloud your vision, Spike,” she said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. “A relationship between us would never work and it is not something you’d wish to pursue,” she said with a sad smile. “It’s Rarity you want to date, not I.”
“I… I understand,” Spike sighed. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Just a bit towards the end, but nothing a few more sessions won’t fix.”
Spike did a double-take. “More sessions?”
Even while blushing, a naughty smirk lingered on her lips. “You think I’m not going to come back for seconds after that? I really enjoyed our time together and I’d be happy to pay you a couple more visits. O-Only if you want me to, of course!”
Spike beamed. “I’d love to, Oona. Oh, and, uhhh, sorry about the whole ‘putting a bun in your oven’ thing.”
She snickered before licking up the tip. “Everyone has their fantasies. I just hope you enjoyed it.”
“Quite so!” He laughed.
While the two continued to chat and were already planning on what to experiment with a few days after, Luna looked at them outside the window, unnoticed by the couple. “A glimpse won’t hurt, I guess?” Opening her palm, a small orb appeared and her eyes went wide for a moment before her expression softened. “I’ll leave them to it, then.”
Smiling happily, Luna was gone in a flash of light. The orb remained for a few moments extra. In it, an older Spike with ethereal energies could be seen hugging Oona from behind.
The End.