> I'm Sorry, Twi, but I Really Need to Fuck You!
>  by B_25
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> Written for the Picture (Or; Fuck Me!)
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"I'm Sorry, Twi, but I Really Need to Fuck You!" 
B_25


Spike trudged from the farm with a stiffness that seemed to spread. It started in his shoulders, welling into numbness until it jolted down his form. It drained his muscles of strength, dried his scales of moisture, and deprived his mind of wit. He was a zombie, through and through, due to a habit known as work.

It turned out that waking before dawn to put Twilight to bed and finish her work left the mind drained. Another revelation was that cooking at a bakery in the morning could leave one's snout overworked. Peace came in the afternoon, in helping critters move and build homes. Though that was dashed by the workflow of dresses early in the evening. Racing on a spent body, however, seemed to worsen matters.

Especially when the farm was down a worker, and needed someone to work the ability of two.

The dragon burst through the castle door and decided that falling forward would be acceptable for a certain period of time. His slender frame crashed into the ground as dust kicked out from him. His snout compressed on being smudged into the floor. There was a groan, a muffled one, at the chores that had yet to be done.

No rest for the wicked.

"It seems like  someone's  had an eventful day!"

"No events. No ma'am. Just work."

A newspaper wrinkled. "Nothing special happened with any of the girls?"

Spike's face rubbed into the ground, which was slow, painful, and squeaky. He spoke with a nose pinched. "Just the usual!"

"Then... how come you're so tired?"

"Because I've been doing nothing special with the girls all week."

"Spike... you can't keep that up!"

"Slowly learning that now, Twi." Even though he couldn't see it, his palms cracked onto the ground, his talons sliding over the crystal tiles. He started to push, heaving himself upward, groaning already from the strain. "It... didn't feel like I was doing enough for them, that too much time was passing. I-I didn't want to waste any more days, so I figured, a little bit of everything, every day, would be the solution to that."

"Not if you wear yourself thin!" Twilight's voice rose with a tingle. She huffed, and then she calmed. "There's just not much sense in being there if you're hardly even there. Trust me. I've been in that spot. It's tough accepting that... you'll have to let some important things, and some important ponies, go."

Spike chuckled upon raising enough to slip out a knee underneath him. He rested on it, finally daring to open his eyes. "Funny you say that. Exactly the moral I was about to write home about." His gaze settled on the couch in the entrance, and his confident smirk vanished with the opening of his lips.

His gaze laid on Twilight, who sat against the armrest of the couch, wearing broad white panties that struggled to swallow a fraction of her phenomenal bottom. She was dressed in a thin blue top that squeezed the centre of her chest. Twilight was reading the paper laid against her raised legs.

Spike became thirsty and swallowed the images in his eyes. Of the wings lazily peeked from the girl's side, or how her vulva bulged in that underwear. The thick white fibres were swallowed along the inside of her cheeks, and the rest of her ass was left to hang free from its confines.

Twilight didn't dress like this to be sexy.

She did it because she was lazy. 

But Spike's cock couldn't tell the difference. 

Slowly, and dropping onto his other knee, the dragon lowered his claws to the ground. He started to crawl forward, with his limp, tired tail, now picking itself into the air. It wagged as though on a trail. His eyes kept fixated on his prize.

And Twilight looked up from her paper when she felt another weight sink into the couch. 

Twilight laid back against the armrest and looked over her knees, seeing the dragon over by her feet, his front hovering over them. His claws sunk into the cushion on either side of her legs, and he kept station above her. "Umm... was there more to that moral you wanted to tell me?"

The handsome dragon only shook his head. "Twilight?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to fuck you."

Twilight's eyes fluttered, and her heart did the same. It still warmed her into a light state of shock and ecstasy at being asked such a thing. She cleared her throat, finding it dry and tight, and doing her best to hold herself together. "O-Oh! Well, that's really flattering that you would ask! But I'm not really dressed for it, and—"

"How you're dressed is exactly the reason why I need to fuck you."

Twilight's smile pushed her cheeks into clumps of purple mash. "Really? But this is just something I just threw on! It wasn't meant to do anything!"

"Anything you put on becomes awesome on you."

"Spike! That's cheesy, and not in any way unique!"

"I'm sorry." The dragon crawled closer, with his legs narrowing over her right one, while his claw lifted and settled on the thigh of her left. He squeezed the bountiful flesh—to the hiccuped moan of them both. "But I really don't have the words to prove that's true right now. Only that you, exactly as you are right now, are so perfect that it makes me want to fuck you so badly."

"Spike! You're speaking like a naughty boy!"

"Please?"

"That's—ugh! I'm not just something to be fucked."

"I know." Spike fell forward and buried his snout in her mane, tickling her scalp, and inhaling the scent of strawberries. "You're Twilight Sparkle. But I... dunno. Something powerful has come over me." He pulled back and exhaled a kiss on her cheek. "And I need this. Please. Just say yes. Make me do anything."

Twilight huffed and blushed and felt a warmth tingle across her softness. Her head turned away, but another claw glided onto her jaw, and gently pulled her back to look into his face. Spike's eyes burnt emerald, and his handsome face melted into sweat. 

She hummed. "I can make you do anything?”

Spike buried himself beneath her chin, nuzzling into that delicate crook, kissing the richness of purple. He tasted down her throat as his knees crawled back, and the claw on Twilight's thigh swung over to her stretched panties. "Make me lick between your toes before the dragon nation. I don't care.”

"T-That far to degrade yourself? Well, I-I guess..."

“Please.”

“...alright.”

The claw settled over her mounds, defined perfectly through the fabric, as a talon hooked itself to its top. He wiggled for a feeling, delighting in the humming that came from her throat. His head lowered from there, and fell. Right into the soft top of Twilight's chest. 

"Geeze! You don't have any shame once you get full permission, do you?" Twilight playfully hummed as her foot raised to his cock, which had been out this whole time. Long, large, and a touch pinker than most would expect. "Don't think you'll get away with this in the future!"

Her feet rested on the sides of his dick to pump it lightly. Twilight murmured in glee at feeling the absent-minded flick of her hips. With a roll of her eyes, she lowered a hand to his claw, and lifted it off from her underwear. 

"Don't you worry," Twilight said on setting it aside, returning only to dig a finger into the corner opening of her panties. She pulled the fabric over her pussy, freeing it. Her scent hit the air, and Spike sunk further into her chest with lust. "Do what you need. I won't judge you any differently for it."

Spike lowered his hips and his cock to her bottom, with Twilight letting her feet spread to the sides. His tip poked and sunk into the squish of her thigh, which he thrust into—much to a fresh blush from her. Twilight laughed as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, while looking between her legs, and guiding him in.  

And once his shaft found her entrance, he flew himself in. 

Twilight huffed a cloud of steam in feeling her tightness being squeezed. Of becoming so full, so suddenly, everything contracting onto the slender, meaty thing. To gulp and try to swallow it deeper inside of her. Everything jiggled about her. Thighs and boobs and her ass bobbing on the cushion. 

Spike fucked her like a primal dragon, one brought out by seeing her dressed so simply. 

Their session did not last long as Twilight's horn glowed, and her magic surrounded her clit. She timed her orgasm with his, which was quick, as he buried himself inside and released. He arched highly for a moment—before falling onto her.

"Hey!" Twilight batted his frame as more of his weight fell onto her, and she was forced to lay fully onto the couch, with only her head supported by the rest. The dragon slept on top of her, with his head sunk between her breasts. "My boobs aren't pillows!"

"I know."

"So you owe me another thing then, right?"

"Of course."

"And will you answer a question on top of that?"

"Anything."

"Didn't you... oh, I don't know, think it was a bit weird that, for the first time, I was dressed so skimpy in the lobby of the castle."

"N-Now that you mentioned it, yeah." Spike groaned blissfully. "But I was too horny to care. You looked too perfect. And I just needed to... well, y'know."

"Happy I could have that effect on you... now about our deal."

"Yeah?"

"I want you to take tomorrow off, and I want you to spend it with me—like this."

"Can we start that now?"

"So you can use my boobs as pillows?"

"Yes."

"Fiiine."

Spike closed his eyes, and slept on the girl, who could only stoke his frills, and wondered how he would react to finding her naked. She wasn't sure how far this outfit would tease the dragon. The fact that it drove him to want her so badly... well, it caused her to see what he would do with that taken one step forward.