A Scale Among the Feathers
Spike considered luck to be a very intriguing factor in his life so far.
It was an arguable statement to say such a thing, but especially in the life events of Twilight’s assistant and surrogate brother/son/whatever you want to call him. Luck had brought him into Twilight’s life, guided him through the many adventures and dangers he had encountered like Sombra, other dragons, even becoming a temporary ruler of dragons! That’s not to say he’s not had rotten luck either; it always balances out in one fashion or another, though he could do without anymore giant transformations into a huge, rampaging dragon of greed.
But maybe some of his luck was finally settling out. He had a stable life now, working as an assistant to the new royally crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle. He made a decent income, had a couple spare titles (though personally he still liked the whole ‘Hero of the Crystal Empire’ one), and his friends weren’t in the midst of a life or death struggle with nefarious forces. Yes, life was definitely much better now.
He even had a bubbly, bright, and enthusiastic girlfriend.
“Spiiiike!” The cheery voice calling out for him had him smiling from his spot, hidden behind a building corner. He was peeking out and watching the voice’s owner, a griffoness with an arctic grey coat and feathers, who seemed to be looking for him. She had one hand shadowing her eyes, allowing him to see better while in the midst of the bright sunlight up above. He’d told her to meet him by Ponyville’s advertising board next to Sugarcube Corner, and laid in wait. With her back turned to him, wings giving a light flap as she looked about, he snuck up towards her and pounced by covering her eyes from behind.
“Surprise! Guess who?” He asked.
“Spike! There you are,” the griffoness said as she turned around and embraced the dragon tightly. She always was one for hugs, and he had no issue with that as he held the affectionate girl close, “And here I thought you’d gone into town without me already!”
“And leave my Gabby behind? Not a chance.”
The griffon just smiled and pecked him on the lips with a soft kiss before leading him onwards into town, his hand woven together with hers as they took their time. She stood just a couple inches shorter than him, oftentimes taking this fact in stride by using a wing to add an extra limb in holding onto the dragon’s form. He had learned early on in their relationship that she was a very touch friendly individual, and he had no qualms with that whatsoever. If you knew how soft her feathers felt, you’d agree too.
To many, the pairing of a dragon and griffoness together might look quite unusual. And in fact, it was not one that Spike himself had expected to slip into compared to his earlier beliefs of his love for Rarity. Although the mare still did hold a special place in his heart, Gabby’s introduction into his life overtook those romantic ideals in a way he had never thought could happen. She was enormously different from Rarity, not just in species, but in multiple fashions. She was inquisitive, curious, always eager to listen to him and to learn. Her mailing job gave her plenty of chances to visit Ponyville and to spend time with him, something he came to look forward to as time went on.
Eventually, it was a confession from Gabby in the form of a handwritten letter that opened the door for a relationship between them both. The griffoness admitted that it was Spike who pulled her most to Ponyville, as someone who was equally unique to the world around them as she was, and yet entirely accepting of her despite being so different. One date led to another, then another and another. Rarity herself declared them to be an absolutely wonderful couple, leading Spike to ask her to be his girlfriend. Ever since then, he’d had no regrets in the slightest, save perhaps that it had taken so long to happen.
“So, how did your route go yesterday? You told me you were waiting out a storm passing through, weren’t you?” Spike questioned.
“Mmhmm! It was really windy, real hard on the wings,” she said as her wings gave a demonstrative flap behind her, “so I had to go around and try to give time for it to pass. I don’t know if any pegasi were herding those storm clouds around or what, but I had to wait a whole hour! Lucky for me the way was clear the rest of the time and the recipient wasn’t mad either.”
“You know, you could’ve come back to hang out with me if you had to wait so long. You’re dedicated, Gabby, but you don’t need to put yourself at risk.” Spike said.
“I was safe, I promise!” She assured him before taking his arm and wrapping her own around it. “You just want an excuse to keep me around, don’tcha?”
“Like I need an excuse to want my cute girlfriend around?” he teased her. Gabby’s cheeks colored.
“C’mon, I’m not that cute!”
“Alright, let’s go down the list: adorable, beautiful, gorgeous, splendiferous,” he started, making Gabby swat at his shoulder but smiling all the while, “I lived in a library for a long time. I can go on for dozens of pages.”
Gabby giggled before leaning up to whisper in his ear, “But can you go for hours? Big guy?” Her playful voice made Spike’s ears lift up and his own face to warm at the suggestive tone. “Maybe you can show me sometime, huh?”
“I-I’d…ahem,” he cleared his throat and met Gabby’s alluring expression with a stare of his own, “you know us dragons can bring the heat anywhere we want. So don’t go starting a fire if you can’t handle the heat.” His tone was unusually deep given his slender frame, something Gabby didn’t seem bothered by.
“And if I want the heat all around me?”
“Then…uh,” the drake tried to think of something witty, but found himself lacking in the pleasant image of Gabby up close. He could almost make out the individual feathers that lined her face past her beak, “...I can…get a blanket?”
Gabby sputtered into a snicker, Spike joining her a moment later as the forming tension was dashed away in an instant. It was like that a lot, between them. They were both adults of age and found themselves intrigued by the other, drawn in by curiosity and affectionate interest alike. There were times that things could’ve escalated into much more intimate events, but as Ponyville often does, securing privacy is very rare. You can never get along far without things like Pinkie Pie busting in, or some sort of random local disaster happening, or even just an unlocked bedroom door that spoils the mood.
Twilight, even being his elder (technically) had trouble looking him in the eye when she thought she needed to explain the birds and the bees. Fortunately for her, he explained, he’d been thoroughly educated via reading on his own. And a few less formal texts found in the adult section of book stores.
Spike did yearn for them to finally hit that moment, but he didn’t want to push or press Gabby and make her feel forced into it. This was the first relationship he’s had that’s gone this long and been this serious. She mattered to him; seeing that griffoness smile up at him and just be happy to be around him made his whole world a little brighter.
“Oh! While we’re here, can we stop by Pinwheel’s stall again? He has a new raffle up!” Gabby asked as she pointed down a lane of the market paths where several ponies were congregating around one stall. Spike was plenty familiar with that particular one, and let Gabby lead the way to it. “C’mon, c’mon! He hasn’t done his grand prize drawing yet!”
“You know we’ve yet to win at this Gabby, I really am starting to wonder if it’s rigged.”
“Nuh-uh! It’s just not been our right time! Maybe today can be. Imagine it!” Gabby insisted, “It could be like, a far away cruise! Ooh, or maybe a night in Canterlot!”
Spike had to laugh at the latter idea. “Oh goodness. A night in Canterlot; I could never imagine being there before!”
Gabby took his sarcasm in stride, puffing out her chest and making the feathers that poked past the neckline of her casual top stand out. He couldn’t help a glimpse down before focusing on his girlfriend’s face. “Ah, but have you had a night in Canterlot with me? Hmm?”
“Well. Technically, no. Mainly because Twilight keeps me busy and you have your route. Even though I told her, despite her so called ‘ethical obligation to be fair’, she could totally make you our personal delivery griffon.”
“Now Spike, if you wanted to see me in uniform more often, you’d just have to ask.”
“It’s not the uniform I want, just the griffon wearing it.”
Gabby smiled and pecked his cheek lightly before they stopped by Pinwheel’s stand. Pinwheel, as he was named, was a pony who traveled between Canterlot and Ponyville every couple of weeks to promote raffles and surprise drawings as a sort of generous chance at luck for anypony who participated. The whole idea had been created in part by Twilight at a suggestion from Pinkie Pie for ideas of encouraging spurts of goodwill and fortune among the various towns. It’d been a welcome success, funding for the drawings coming from a stipend of the royal pool of wealth since Twilight didn’t feel a need to spend much on herself.
“Step right up, folks! The pull today is for a big one, and perfect for just about anypony!” Pinwheel’s theatrical voice calling out to the crowd. The unicorn’s black mustache twiddled as he grinned at the gathered audience. “If you’ve ever wanted a trip for two, or maybe a break for yourself and a change of scenery, then step right up! Put in your bits and see where you land!” The blue unicorn, to his credit, always changed up the approach to the drawing. Instead of just a name from a hat or something basic, he put on a bit of a show flair, again at Pinkie’s suggestion.
Spike recalled the last drawing he and Gabby had put in together for. Pinwheel’s last raffle took a fun spin on the idea of “guessing the number” for a raffle. He didn’t use a jar of jellybeans or red balls, no; this pony filled a whole chariot full of balloons, enough to fill the entire thing to the brim. The only way to know if you got the right number was if the balloons burst out from the chariot windows. It took a good few days before finally, Derpy Hooves won the prize and also, as Derpy would do, got carried away by the balloons and flew off the ground with them.
“Alright Pinwheel,” Spike asked as he and Gabby approached the stand, “so what’s the game this week?”
“Ah, Mr. Spike and his paramour! Wonderful to see you, just wonderful!” Pinwheel greeted before gesturing at the large roll of tickets next to him. “Today’s pull is one of slow tension and dramatic finishes! For today, we’re doing a Reverse Raffle!”
Gabby couldn’t help but bounce where she stood to match with Pinwheel’s enthusiasm. Spike smiled at her but didn’t quite join in as easy. “Alrighty; so how does it work?”
“Why, it’s simple! The last ticket left is the last ticket standing! The winner isn’t the first, but the final!” Pinwheel’s horn lit up and the roll of tickets spun around on their holster, stopping only when he willed it. “Everyone gets to pick a number for themselves, of course, but the true winner is the final one called out! Give yourself a touch of suspense and see how your luck goes! We’ll keep pulling tickets until we can’t pull anymore, one for every pony and whoever participates!”
“Ooh!” Gabby let out, her wings flapping excitedly, “Let’s give it a try Spike! C’mon, it’ll be fun! The more who play in, the more drama!”
“Well, I guess we can give it a go. Why not?” Spike fished out his money bag and dug out enough coins to pay for him and Gabby each. “Do we need to be here when the tickets get pulled?”
“Why certainly, sir! You can’t claim a prize if you’re a ghost, now can you?” Pinwheel said.
“I’ve met a couple of ghosts personally; you’d be surprised how stubborn they can be about that.” Spike quipped.
“This’ll be cool! We’ll come back by when it’s about time for the drawing. Thanks, Mr. Pinwheel!” Gabby said as she and Spike turned away, each with a ticket in their pocket. “Hey, just because it’s a low chance to win doesn’t mean we can’t win!”
Spike couldn’t help but to chuckle at the griffoness’ enthusiasm. “You know, I always find myself reminded of why I fell for you. Your excitement makes anything seem like a blast.”
“I’ll tell you what’d be a blast right now; something to eat!” She declared, continuing to lead the way for Spike and letting him enjoy the sight of his slender girlfriend from behind as she took charge to guide him to a nearby restaurant to eat. He palmed the ticket in his pocket and snorted quietly. There’s no way they’d win, likely, but it was always fun to try and see what happened.
Spike was sweating what could’ve been crystal arrowheads as he and Gabby lurked with the rest of the gathered crowd around Pinwheel’s stand. He should’ve known this could happen, by some sort of astronomical fortune. Gabby had his arm clutched tight in her grasp, her talons not scratching him but letting him feel the tiny pinpricks of her claws no less. Several of the gathered ponies were watching just for the spectacle as Pinwheel continued a dramatic flourish of calling out numbers. He had explained the rules once more when the time came for the drawing, which had started about 30 minutes ago.
What had Spike sweating was that they might actually win, going off Pinwheel’s explanation. His ticket had yet, still, to be called. The first couple dozen had been laughed off or treated kindly by the rest of the crowd, but as time bore on, interest had grown. Apparently, a great deal of participants had bought in for this raffle, enough that Pinwheel was sure to make a nice slice of change from it. Spike clutched his ticket with a tight iron grip, realizing that he and Gabby could actually win something for once.
Win what specifically, he knew not, but sometimes it’s the fun of winning itself that carries one away.
“Number 34856…9!” Pinwheel called out, making one pony groan as they held up their ticket and shook their heads.
“Spike, oh my gosh, there’s only two left!” Gabby whispered.
“I know, I know, this is nuts!” He whispered back. “Do you have any clue what the prize is?”
“No idea!”
One pony leaned in. “I heard it was supposed to be a day alongside her Majesty, Princess Twilight.”
Another chimed in. “Somepony told me it was a guaranteed 1,000 bits for the rest of your life, every month!”
“Whatever it is, we’ll find out here in just a bit.” Spike said as he nodded in Pinwheel’s direction. The ticket game’s maestro made a dramatic flourish of pulling the next number and held it up in hand before announcing it’s number.
“349!” He read off half of the number as Spike stared at his ticket in his hand, Gabby pressing her cheek against his as she stared at it as well.
“6!”
“8!”
“...5!”
Spike stared at the final number on his ticket. They’d been one single digit off from his counting. He looked up as a light blue hoof to his right waved the claimed number, and him and Gabby stood stock still before Pinwheel pointing at the two of them.
“You sir! Bring your ticket here!”
Spike nearly stumbled, Gabby following right behind him as he approached Pinwheel’s stand and held out his ticket carefully. Pinwheel levitated it up and plucked the final ticket out from his roll, and compared the two before smiling broadly.
“Ladies and gentlecolts! We have a winner! Mr. Spike the Dragon and his lovely griffoness partner!”
Spike gave a surprised start before Gabby half jumped on him, laughing and cheering as many ponies around them clapped for their winning draw. “We won, we won, we won!” Gabby chanted repeatedly as she flapped about above his head. “I can’t believe it!”
The dragon ran a hand along the spines on the top of his head. “I can’t either, holy crap! Wait, wait, what did we win though?” He asked.
“Why, my good sir, a prize good enough for any pair to take full advantage of. You two are going to Las Pegasus!” He declared, a flourish of his arms inviting the crowd still gathered to clap again. It wasn’t as enthusiastic as the first round, but still polite enough to suffice. “It’s quite the good prize for a couple, all things considered.”
“A couple? Why’s that?” Spike questioned.
“Because you’re not getting to go to just Las Pegasus, my lucky scaly friend! You and your partner are heading to the one and only Princess Cadance Love Hotel!”
Spike blinked at the particular title of the building. “...Cadance has a hotel?”
“It’s not just any hotel, Spike dear,” The dragon turned to the voice, finding it belonging to Mrs. Cake herself. She was still holding onto her ticket, and gave it a sad little flick before continuing, “it’s a very special getaway for those in a relationship. Or looking to spice one up, even.”
Gabby was still shimmying in the air in victory, leaving Spike to ponder on this for a moment. “So, wait, hang on,” he stammered out as his cheeks darkened, “when you say Love Hotel, you…really mean like-”
“Let’s just say I’m glad I have a backup plan for surprising Carrot for our anniversary. But you and Gabby there can certainly make the most of it.” She said before nudging him and giving a wink, “especially once you’re on your own.”
Gabby chose then finally to come back down and stand next to Spike. “Sooooo, what did we win? What is it? When do we go?” She rapid fired the questions, making the dragon spin between wrapping his head around the concept of Cadance actually owning a hotel dedicated to all things lovemaking, and how to explain it to his girlfriend.
Las Pegasus, two days later
So apparently, Cadance had been letting herself get around as a brand.
That wasn’t to suggest that the hotel was tacky or cheap by any means. If this is what Cadance would call a hotel, it made Spike’s mind boggle at the cost of something “expensive” in her eyes. The building was a brick red and tall structure, made from a seemingly ingenious combination of cloud architecture brought to the ground level and unique masonry forged in the Crystal Empire. As the light of day moved along the sky, the colors of the building would seem to shift from a simple red in the morning to a faded, then brilliant pink in the nighttime. Several crystalline figures set up an elaborate welcome outside as well as serving as a fountain of water to embellish the “big time” feeling of the establishment.
The inside was as opulent as the outside, with carpet lined floors and lavish furniture adorning the lobby and waiting space. Every member of the staff Spike saw, be they pony, griffon, or even dragon, had on matching red attire, even down to the small hats each one had on atop their heads. He would’ve tried to pay more attention to things, but Gabby’s enthusiasm had him more focused on their room once they were escorted to the alleged “V.I.P Suite”.
“Whoa…” Spike let out when he and Gabby entered the room. It was a living space almost as big as a personal home; he was sure he could fit two of his own personal quarters back from Ponyville in the main room alone! The more he took in though, the more he realized that this place really was meant as a lover’s hideaway. Enormous plush bed with privacy curtains drawn aside, an L-shaped couch that looked like it could bear anybody in a variety of ways, even an outside balcony overlooking the city that - while safe - would probably thrill the more outdoorsy types.
“I don’t know whether to say thank you to Cadance, or ask her how much she makes off this place.” He remarked, setting his and Gabby’s suitcases down. The griffoness in question fluttered about the room, her wings keeping her aloft as she observed every little detail up close. She’d chosen to wear a pair of khaki short-shorts and a sleeved top for the trip, since the climate favored warmer weather here. It was an admittedly guilty pleasure of his to watch her firm rump wiggle about as she moved.
“This is so cool! And it’s all ours!”
Spike followed her to the outside balcony, looking out at the vast city of Las Pegasus beyond the hotel’s reach. Everywhere you could look, lights and balloons and all manners of displays were visible. Even so high up, some of the flashing lights would play off of Gabby’s feathers, her ecstatic looking expression splashed with blinks of white and red and other colors. Seeing his attention on her, Gabby giggled and kissed him, catching him by surprise before she pulled back.
“Aren’t you glad we took that shot?”
“I am. I can honestly say I’d never have dreamed we could get this for ourselves.” Spike replied.
“I know, right? Just us two. In a hotel room reserved for no one else. All for ourselves.” Gabby said while leaning against him. Spike was happy to rest an arm around her middle, drinking in the sights beyond as well as her warm presence. This was something they both sorely needed, and in the back of his mind as a thought tinged with both excitement and anxiousness, they could do anything they wanted now.
Anything.
“I wanna see what’s all inside.” Gabby said as she let go of Spike to explore the vast room. Following her inside, Spike saw her gaze sweep about the room before falling on a circular structure off to the side with a couple chairs placed in front of it. Spike, being a fellow who had been around enough guys and seen his share of guy nights, knew what it was straight away. Gabby surprised him, however, as he expected an obvious question of what it was.
Instead, he got: “Where the heck’s the stripper pole?”
Spike looked at the griffoness beside him as she put her hands on her hips. “I didn’t expect you to figure that one out so quick.”
“C’mon, Spikey. You think I can’t recognize something so obvious?” Gabby quipped before flying over to the platform. It took a little investigating on her behalf, but an obvious sounding “ah-ha!” revealed the answer as a switch triggered a pole to drop from the ceiling and down to the platform, connecting and locking in place after a second and a series of small clicks from inside the mini-stage. “Nice!”
“What’s next?” Spike asked as he took a seat in one of the chairs. “Think you can manage a dance for me?”
“Would you like one?” Gabby’s honest question caught him off guard, but looking in her eyes, he saw the hidden challenge in the invitation. She was always one for adventures and new experiences, and something like this could arguably fall into that category.
“You know what? I dare you to do one. Give me the best griffoness strip show in Equestria.” He declared. Gabby grinned at the dare, and placed herself up against the pole before using her foot to click a button on the platform he didn’t see before.
Spike expected some sort of cheesy music like something out of a movie to start playing, but the tones that came from out of sight loudspeakers were surprisingly softer in tone, smoother and actually something he could make out as enjoyable. Granted, the sight in front of him was much more enthralling as Gabby curled an arm around the metal bar, her eyes on him as she began to spin about the pole. It was a slow and easy motion, a test first for the griffoness as her leg curled around the lower portion of the pole.
“Have you ever…done something like this before?” He asked the dancing griffoness.
“Not professionally. But, y’know, sometimes nights in Griffonstone got a little different when I went out with friends.” Gabby told him as she did a spin about the pole. “One thing I learned is these poles move with me; makes it easier to play around.”
“Uh-huh?”
“The other is that I’m really flexible.”
Spike saw no reason to try and disprove this as Gabby went ahead on making herself be the prime example, her wings extending out behind her as she did an easy spin about the pole, clutching it with her hands before spiraling down to the base of the platform. When she got there, the griffoness smiled down at him as she squatted down, her legs curling and then spreading out to put emphasis on how tight her jean shorts were against her figure. Spike’s invitation to look was guided by a free hand of Gabby’s trailing up along her thigh, stopping at the end of her shorts.
“It’s easier to show you without this in the way.” She pointed out, giving the material a light tug. Spike’s face colored and his pants felt tighter at the suggestion.
“W-well…it is only us in here…alone.”
“In private.” Gabby added, a single finger trailing up to where the fly of her shorts sat.
“...bet you wouldn’t strip naked.” Spike weakly dared. Gabby’s cheeks darkened, but her smile made Spike swallow before he watched wide-eyed as she adjusted her posture. Now using the pole to support herself, she made a display of removing her shorts slowly, tugging the zipper down before easing the jean shorts off of her. With a few nimble movements, the clothing was flung aside, leaving the griffoness in just her t-shirt and a pair of light blue panties. He couldn’t help but lean forward in his seat as Gabby kneeled at the edge of the platform and tugged away her shirt as well, letting it join her shorts on the forgotten floor.
Gabby’s red cheeks stood out against the lighter colors of her feathered face, but there was no mistaking her enjoyment of being Spike’s focus. One hand came up to cup a firm handful of griffon tit while the other trailed over her abdomen, teasing his sight as it stopped just above the borderline of her panties and groin. Spike had to force himself to sit back down, which prompted Gabby to continue her dance by standing up and shimmying her way about the pole. The music continued to play in the background, but it was a little hard to hear as Spike’s heartbeat filled his ears.
“Makes ya wanna touch it, doesn’t it? Being right here like a fresh crystal and apple pie?” Gabby asked as she turned to face away from him, pushing her butt out and wiggling it for Spike’s delight. Even though she didn’t have a big butt, Spike still appreciated every bit of what he was seeing. His eyes honed in on the fact that Gabby was enjoying herself too, proven by the way her panties were clinging tightly to her nethers. He nodded at her question, earning a little bounce from the griffoness before she straightened up again.
“Oh, but you said naked…silly me!” Gabby giggled out before taking her thumbs and hooking them under the strings of her panties. With an exaggerated bent over motion, the last piece of clothing came off, leaving Gabby entirely nude before his very eyes. He faintly comprehended that she’d flung said panties in his direction to make them land in his lap, but his eyes were zeroed in on her form. Lean and slim, but with just the right touches of weight in places he wanted to touch all over. The griffoness took the time to slowly align herself against the pole, demonstrating a make-shift humping pose against the metal piece while watching him the entire time. Gabby’s sultry expression sold the look, and she gave another spin around the pole before squatting down again.
Now, without any clothes to obscure her, he could see a teasing shot of her pink folds past the light fluff of fur surrounding her pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, his groin throbbing in the tight confines of his pants as Gabby ran a single digit slowly over her folds while watching him.
“Like what you see?”
“I-I love it.” He blurted out, making her grin widen.
“What else do you wanna see? The sky’s the limit. I should know; I can fly in it.”
Spike’s lust-addled mind ran through multiple wants, but a dose of restraint kept him from rushing matters. He wanted to make this count for them both. But if Gabby was so willing to please…
“I want you up close. In my lap.” He said finally, “a lap dance from you would be amazing.”
Gabby nodded and let her wings give a light flap to help her hover up and off the platform before coming down to float onto Spike’s waiting lap. The griffoness didn’t miss her chance to show off, however, as she landed with her legs spread just right so she could sink into his lap and be facing him. The fact that her naked, bare pussy was pressed against his bulged front only helped as she allowed a playful laugh to escape her. Spike had trouble looking up and away from her naked form until he finally looked her in the eyes again.
When he did, he found only a tender affection and yearning looking back at him, prompting Gabby to wrap her arms around him and bring him into a deep kiss. He was happy to give one back, his hands coming up to caress under her wing joints and rubbing along the lining of her feathers before moving to her sides. When Gabby released him, she gave a pleasant hum while slowly moving in his lap from side to side. The delightful motions her breasts made from doing this were not lost on the drake.
“It’s nice so far, huh?” Gabby asked.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He mumbled out, earning a soft laugh from the griffoness.
“And I’ve only just gotten started.” She said back, kissing him again and getting him to lean back into the seat. The change in their position made it easier for the naked griffon to grind herself against his front more, the fabric starting to grow damp as she grew more aroused. Pulling herself up a little allowed the griffoness to put his face at level with her chest, which Spike took advantage of by nuzzling into her cleavage so his muzzle was pressed into her feathered bosom. Gabby started a slow rhythm of grinding herself against his arousal, able to tell how good of an effect her lustful display had done so far.
In Spike’s mind, his emotions were running haywire amidst sparks of lust and desire for the seductive griffon before him. He wanted to do everything right by her, and to do so much with her and to her; yet his nerves still jittered at the base of his thoughts, making him lift up to look at Gabby. “C-can I…touch you?”
“You already are, Spikey.” She told him, grinning.
“I. Yeah, I mean, like…f-for real.” He said, feeling tongue-twisted after a delightfully firm pressure grind against his groin. His cock was begging to be let out, but he wanted to let her set the pace for now. “This is so much.”
“C’mere,” she whispered, taking hold of his hands at her sides and moving them up to her chest. His hands were a little larger than hers, making it fairly easy to cup a whole breast in one palm. Yet he only squeezed gently at first, earning a soft coo from Gabby as he explored newfound territory. They’d always fooled around a little bit, but never to this extent. It was all new to him.
“You’re so soft here. Like a couple fluffy pillows.” He muttered.
“Keep playing with them, your hands are so…warm.” She appraised while arching her back a little, pushing her chest out to let him enjoy her more. Spike gladly accepted, and buried his head in her chest again, taking a deep inhale of her scent and even picking up her arousal from below. He was aching to let himself out of his pants, but couldn’t find a way to vocalize it. Instead, he just rode with the pleasurable grinding she was giving him, the lap dance becoming a silent connection of affection between the pair.
He took a chance to be bold when his eyes sighted a dark colored nipple poking through her fluff along her bosom, and leaned down to gently nibble on it. He was rewarded with a hand pressing the back of his head and a harder humping motion from Gabby. “Oh, Spike!” She whispered, telling him to do more and encouraging him to lick around the nub in his mouth. He obeyed the idea and sucked on it, even tugging a little to make the griffoness squeal. He adored the noise, and repeated it several times, earning a squeak from her each time.
The frenzy soon grew too great for him, barreling past his unprepared will to stave off a climax. A sudden surging feeling from his groin had him arching up into her motions, making Gabby gasp out as he brushed against her clit for just a moment. The thought was lost on the drake as he growled into her cleavage, feeling the distinct throbbing pumps of his cock as his seed fired off into his clothing instead of in her depths like he’d been desiring for. She never let go of him throughout, and only relented when both could feel his flow subside.
“That was…geez.” Spike breathed out, his cheeks as flushed as Gabby’s were.
“Did you…?” she let the question trail off.
“Yeah. I…you know I haven’t ever with…anyone, right? Pony or otherwise?”
“I’m your first?” She gave an excited gasp and brought her hands to her cheeks. “Really?”
“Yeah. I hope that’s…not a problem?” He questioned.
“Are you kidding? I’m so happy to be your first!” She declared, nuzzling her cheek against the top of his head. “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun!”
“I didn’t expect you to actually give me a lap dance. You’re a natural. And you’re so…so sexy!” Spike told her. The praise made her wings perk up and her chest to puff out in a dose of pride.
“And you’re very good yourself, Mr. Spike.” She purred before kissing him gently on the lips. It was only for a few moments before she pulled back and got off his lap, the dark stain against the khaki material obvious on his groin. She wasn’t bothered in the slightest at being naked in front of him, a sight that still enthralled the dragon as she guided him away from the stripping platform towards the bathrooms.
“Where are we going?”
“To continue our fun somewhere nice and relaxing. Besides; you’re wearing way too many clothes compared to me, mister!”
The bathroom was a large room all it’s own, with a deluxe looking bath off to one side of the room. It had golden fixtures on it, soft touches to echo the Crystal inspirations behind it, and looked large enough to hold Spike and Gabby both twice over. The bath wasn’t their aim, however, as Gabby instead led him to a nearby glass-encased shower. The showerhead was tall enough to stand over even Celestia’s height, if Spike had to guess, with enough space for them both to stand inside and still move comfortably. Two corners looked to be built as substitute seats if one desired, wide enough for them both or especially wide enough to accommodate more lustful activities.
“I can hardly believe we’re in here. I’m not dreaming, right?” Spike asked.
“If it was, I think Princess Luna would’ve had words with us by now. But since she hasn’t, I’m pressing forward.” Gabby said before turning to him and bringing her hands up in a giddy gesture. “I’m so excited!”
Spike couldn’t help but smile at his girlfriend’s enthusiasm before blinking as she gestured at him. “What?”
“Well, you’re not taking a shower with me while wearing clothes, are you?”
Spike realized this and moved to disrobe, but paused at seeing Gabby’s hungry expression aimed at his crotch. It was almost predatory on her avian face, but there was a desire in it that encouraged him. Much like, he reasoned, how she might’ve felt on stage before him. With that in mind, he stripped off his shirt first before tugging his pants free, letting them and his underwear fall down to the floor in a soft clatter. Gabby’s eyes lit up as she took in his naked form.
The dragon was not quite a bulky, muscle-bound being like his old self dreamed of being, but more of a nimble and athletic look. His scales carried their purple and ‘spring gray’ color down from chest to tail’s underside, as he recalled Rarity once described for him. There were hints of muscle showing along his sides and chest, no doubt from all the running he does for Twilight and their various adventures. His wings, albeit still developing, stayed folded on his back.
Gabby’s interest, he noted, was affixed at his crotch. His member was colored a purple akin to his scales, but bore a pointed tip different from what stallions had. Though he still bore a regular pair of balls underneath, his member was lined with curious little ridges and bumps that, as he understood it, were a common part of dragon genitalia. It bore a length considerably above average, and though not fully hard, still seemed to be quite appealing to the griffoness who was quick to reach for him. Her grip had a soft texture compared to his own hand, making him groan softly.
“Is this how you greet any guy who strips naked in front of you?” He asked jokingly.
“None of them were as impressive as you.” She told him, looking up and grinning with red cheeks. “C’mon. Let’s get in the shower first before we get really dirty.”
The heat of the shower spray was quick to kick on, allowing both of them to soak in the heat and each other’s warm presence. Spike took the initiative first, surprising Gabby a little as he picked through the vast collection of body washes for one appropriate for griffons and their feathered skin. “Since when did you know so much about griffon bodies, hmm?” She teased while he squirted out a healthy amount of the solution onto his hand.
“Since I did a lot of self-imposed reading to make sure I know everything a dragon and boyfriend should know about his girlfriend. Or at least an idea or two.” He told her.
The griffoness only giggled before letting out a hum as Spike turned her around, letting her lean against him while he lathered up his hands before applying the body wash to her body, starting from the shoulders on down. His hands were slow and gentle, easing the griffoness as he worked his way down along her forearms. Her furred body welcomed his attentions, and she couldn’t help but give a light wiggle of her butt against his groin, brushing against his slowly returning erection.
Spike didn’t stop his attention, and decided to even the playing field a little. Another light dollop of the wash was applied, but he let it fall onto her backside where she’d been rubbing her butt against him. It soon spread over his dick, which with a little adjusting, soon was wedged squarely between their two bodies. An arm wrapped around Gabby’s middle had her press firmly back against him as he started to grind in earnest again, only now his dick was the tool used to apply the body wash against her rump.
“H-hey!” She let out, looking up over her shoulder at him, “you big tease!”
“Says the griffoness who got me off with this amazing butt?” He retorted, brushing his fingers along her soft belly and making her shiver from the double sensation. He continued to soap her all over, and soon had Gabby washed clean from head to toe. Her appreciation was given first in a searing kiss that had him lean back and sit down on one of the corner spots, giving Gabby room to work as she grabbed a body wash for him as well.
“Lemme return the favor.” She seemed to purr as she mimicked his hefty lot of body wash. It confused Spike at first when she applied it to herself, but got his answer when she moved in close and began using all of her body to rub and wash him. Every bit of her that was touching him was clean, and yet the experience felt entirely erotic to the drake. He could enjoy the sensation of her tits against his chest, rubbing up and down, as well as her groping hands squeezing and petting his thighs. His erection throbbed in want for her attentions, and didn’t go unnoticed by Gabby when she moved down to kneel between his legs.
“Hey, little guy. Well; more like…medium-big guy.” She remarked before scooting in closer and resting his cock against her cleavage. Grabbing hold of her tits, Gabby did her best to stroke his length in slow, loving up and down motions that soon had Spike moaning as he watched from above. Gabby didn’t relent, leaning her head down to kiss the pointed tip before her tongue would reach out to gently flick it. She wasn’t big enough to do a full on titfuck, but the effect was no less enjoyable for him.
And yet, he realized as he twitched against her breasts, he’d already climaxed once. She had yet to be given such a chance.
A hand on Gabby’s shoulder got her to pause, leaving her confused when he motioned for her to stand up. “Switch me places; there’s…something I want to do. If you’ll let me.” He told her. Gabby’s head tilted to the left, but she listened and allowed Spike to take her spot while she rested on the seat. When he spread her legs wide enough to expose her pussy to him entirely, her face began to turn beet red as he leaned in and sniffed.
“H-have you thought of doing this before?” She asked.
“Several times.” He confessed, giving a light kiss to her thigh and making her shiver when his breath washed over her skin. “Just sit back; I’ll try to make this good.”
If she had advice to give him, it was lost when his tongue dove in suddenly, reaching an unexpected depth that had her squawk in surprise. In her own privacy, there’d been some curiosity to just how well something like this could work between them, like if he’d even be up for it. But as his long tongue wiggled against the roof of her pussy, Gabby was quickly figuring out he was more than definitely into it. “S-Spike! Ohmygosh!”
Her exclamations provided the permission Spike sought, leading him to extend his tongue further and swirl it around in one long cyclical motion that had Gabby’s legs spasming against his shoulders. A little adjustment by him had said legs resting on and over his shoulders, making it easier to draw himself into her as he ate her out. The whip-like motions of his tongue had Gabby gasping for breath, letting out ecstatic cries as she clutched at the back of his head.
“Oh Spikey! Spike your tongue is so…so good! So deep in me! Keep-ohholycelestia-Keep going!”
He must’ve had just enough room to keep breathing down there despite how deep he felt inside her, she reasoned, as he never once stopped for air or to move back. His muzzle stayed flush against her groin, allowing him to endlessly stimulate her waiting folds. It felt like no inch of her pussy was left unloved, stroked and caressed and licked in a way that made Gabby lose any attempt at trying to say anything with more than one syllable. Spike’s hands rested on her thighs, keeping her still but also letting him feel her twitch under his efforts.
In one long stroke from bottom to top, he was able to make her back arch and her cries reach an ecstatic new high. A splash of taste came upon his tongue, making the dragon pause for a second as he realized he was tasting her essence, her cum. That realization brought on a hunger akin to his greedy side, and his tongue resumed it’s lashing two-fold. Gabby’s squawks and gasps of ecstasy continued, her hands gripping tight on Spike’s head but never pulling him away. She only seemed to press him harder down into her groin as she weakly humped up into his muzzle.
“Sp…Sp…Spiiiike!” She managed to let out between gasps as his tongue seemed to corkscrew and wander over every nook and cranny her sensitive folds had. With the high of orgasm still running through her, everything felt five times as sensitive, making her mouth go agape when he wrapped his tongue around her swollen clit to tease and play with it. The sensitive nub electrified her whole body, and she was only given a brief reprieve when he let go of it before his hands came up to assist him.
“More…” He growled possessively, making her shiver as his fingers gently but firmly spread her pussy wider apart. This time, his entry pushed as far down as he seemed to reach before, but then went even further. Gabby’s eyes rolled back as he hit several bundles of nerves at once, making it all she could do to keep her lungs full of air before she cried out into the hot shower air. Spike was relentless, huffing and slurping at her continuously flowing pussy to drink her essence.
The next orgasm came as hard as the first, the buildup only a little slower and leaving Gabby to it’s mercy as she squirted onto Spike’s face and digging tongue. He drank up every drop of her he could get, making Gabby feel light-headed by the time he did finally relent and withdraw his tongue from her depths. Gasping for breath, she felt him move her legs off his shoulders so she could rest better.
“So…so good…” Gabby let out, swallowing a little of the shower water to wet her own beak and to ease her throat from all the noise she’d made. She focused her eyes on Spike again when she had her thoughts back in her mind, and realized he was standing at his full height again. He didn’t quite loom over her, but his cock was like a beckoning tower of his lust, pointed at her and throbbing with a need she could feel in her own blood. “Don’t tell me you learned that in a book.”
“A few magazines that the girls left out, actually, on their party nights. Seems like they had good tips.”
Gabby nodded weakly, satisfied in more ways than one. An unspoken understanding crossed between them as she lifted up and he helped her, pulling her to him and pressing his hard cock against her middle. “Spike?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“I think I’m ready for you. If you are.”
“I think you can feel how ready I am.”
“Do me a favor though?”
“Yeah?”
She leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Don’t pull out. Not once. I want to feel everything you have.”
Spike’s response was a lustful growl that made Gabby shiver despite the hot water running over them both. If anything, the hot air seemed to just amplify her lust as he took hold of one of her legs, spreading her apart as she leaned against the wall of the shower for support. In a surprising display for Spike, Gabby moved to rest her back against the shower wall instead, her wings splayed out behind her in an open showing while her legs wiggled a bit to hitch around his waist and hook at his backside. On instinct, Spike added his own help by taking hold of her by her firm rump, feeling her settle in his grip and giving him a smoldering gaze as he held her there.
“I want to see you when you take me for the first time.” She explained the unasked question, making Spike throb before he worked to align himself with her entrance. A reassuring nod from Gabby was all the permission he needed, thrusting into her depths and easily parting her waiting folds with his pointed tip. Gabby moaned in delight as he steadily filled her up, pushing all the way in and sheathing his entire member within her depths. Spike’s body shook from the sensation surrounding his cock; it was soft and warm and every bit as amazing as the woman in his grasp. Her feet nudged against his back, making him open his squinted shut eyes to see Gabby waiting.
The griffoness’ fur and feathers were dampened by the constant water pouring down on them, but the look suited her as well as the hungry gaze she bore. “Fuck me, Spike. Don’t hold back.”
Well, who turns down that kind of invitation?
It took Spike a few seconds to gather his wits out of the fog of sexual delight her pussy was giving him, but when he pulled back to thrust again, his motion was met with a wanting call of his name from the griffoness as he drove himself back in, making her bump back against the wall with an audible “thump”. It was all new to the dragon, to finally claim her as his own. He let loose a moan of his own before trying again, the slow pace of his thrusts marking his way of trying to adjust to the bursts of pleasure rocketing up his spine.
“That’s it Spike. That’s, oh, it!” Gabby panted out as he found a steady rhythm to work into. The effort of each thrust had enough oomph to it to rock her whole body, her rump bouncing back into his lap every time he bottomed out. More encouragement poured out from her open beak. “Faster, faster!”
Spike adjusted his footing on the wet shower floor before following the suggestion, his slow pace left behind as he started to hammer into her with a faster speed that still spoke of his yearning for her. The occasional thump that had come from her impacting the wall became a rhythmic sound, matching the rate as Spike bucked his hips forward to plow into Gabby’s willing pussy. From the gasps she made and the way she was clenching around him, he had to be doing something right he guessed.
The drake’s arm muscles and back gave a slight bit of protest at the endurance test they were going through, but his lust for the griffoness overrode any voice they could’ve had. Seeing her be just as enthusiastic to take his cock as he was to give it to her was all the encouragement he needed. It was like every breath he took in wasn’t just full of air, but letting him breathe in the desire in the air between them. His cock throbbed in yearning for her, to bring her as much pleasure as he felt right then. Even the drag of her fingernails against his shoulders only served as a more exciting feeling.
“When you cum…cum…inside!” Gabby gasped out. “I want…oh, pinfeathers. I want it all, Spike!”
The idea sparked him to a faster pace, abandoning the steady rhythm he’d been using and making him thrust rapidly into her wanting tunnel. Her squawks came out just as fast between gasps of air and half-made attempts to say his name before syllables were lost to ecstasy. It grew to be too much for the drake, and he felt himself start to lock up in his legs. Worry over finishing inside snapped into his mind, but Gabby must’ve seen something in his face. Her legs tightened around his middle, locking him in place and giving him barely any room to try and pull back.
“Nah-ah, mister. Inside. I want that hot, fresh, sticky dragon cum inside this naughty bird pussy!” Gabby declared, her face flushed.
The dirty talk pushed Spike over the edge, and he groaned out as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. He could feel every throb emanate throughout his being, his balls clenching as a heavy load of seed erupted from his tip to splash against Gabby’s innermost depths. Spike didn’t know what she may have been expecting, but he didn’t let go or pull back from her once. Going off of her ecstatic moans, she was enjoying the feeling of his hot seed continuing to fill her up. She worked him up really well, if the way he was still going off said anything. He could even feel a little leak out around his cock and out onto the shower floor, all while Gabby seemed to go almost limp in the afterglow.
“Wow…” she let out after several deep breaths, “you came so much. It’s like…like a fire in me. But a fun fire.”
Spike would’ve tried to quip something at her, had he been in less of a breeding mindset. But given that he could still feel his hard cock throbbing inside her cum-soaked depths, he instead gave only a growl from the throat as he leaned over her to start again. It was all he wanted there and then, to go and go until he couldn’t anymore. His body only stopped at a gentle push from Gabby on his hip, making him look at her face. Though flushed and panting, Gabby looked as enticed as he felt, making him confused on why she had him stop.
“Let me…adjust a little. Pull out for a minute, Spikey.” She asked. He was hesitant to do so, but his heart listened over the lustful buzz of his hormones. He withdrew, making a groan escape them both as her tight nethers still clung onto his dick to try and keep him inside before he extracted himself. Once he was free of her grip, cock bobbing a little under the shower spray, Gabby got up and moved towards one of the nearby glass walls that made up the shower.
Her legs wobbled just a little, but she soon had her upper half resting against the glass wall, her chest pressed to the cool glass and her rear end shoved out in his direction. He couldn’t help but to eye her presented butt, a dribble of seed leaking out from her pussy and down her inner thigh as her limber tail waved back and forth lightly. He snorted through his nose, a light plume of smoke escaping him, as she reached under and back to spread her nethers with her fingers.
“C’mon, Spike. I bet you’ve got at least one more in you. Don’t you?” Gabby challenged. Her eyes glanced down at his erect spear. “Maybe more than one?”
“You’re getting all I got.” He growled out before stepping over to her. One hand took hold of her firm butt, feeling the muscles tense a little under his grasp while the other kneaded her thigh, a silent but reassuring gesture of his intentions. Gabby’s wings gave a little flap at this, sending water off the wingtips and onto the shower’s walls easily. Needing little more urging or permission, the dragon gave another huff before aligning himself to her white-splashed entrance and penetrating her once more.
This time, her tight embrace was laced with the odd sensation of his cum having to shift around his shaft, but it did nothing to stop him from fully burying his cock inside of her wanting depths. He only stopped once he felt her butt rest against his lap, and with a smirk, he gave it a light smack. Gabby gave a light squawk of surprise, but wiggled her rump against him in response. Rearing back, he started out with a rhythm that let him get the most out of each thrust, an elongated motion that pulled his cock out to just the tip before slamming back in. Each impact of his groin against her butt brought both a smack of scales on skin, but also a desiring moan from the griffoness that drove him onwards.
Gabby’s breath continued to leave foggy impressions on the door as he hammered away at her rear, the wet claps of impact mixing into the elated sounds coming from the griffonness. He was a little rough, an awareness in the back of his mind, but not once did Gabby tell him to stop. Judging from how tight she was clenching around him and the wet sounds coming from her pussy as he rutted into it, she was into this as much as he was feeling. The thought encouraged Spike to go faster, the idea of another climax far and away from his worries as he focused on Gabby’s pleasure instead.
“Oh, gawdess!” She cried out as he gave another slap to her rear end, gripping it afterwards to better brace her as he hammered away at her rump. Bit by bit, her voice was rising in pitch as Spike continued to claim her against the glass shower wall, gasping as each thrust seemed ready to knock the wind out of her. The drake’s form leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back between her wings as he shifted to quick, shorter thrusts. Since Gabby had herself pressed to the shower wall, he was free to run his hands over her body, finding delight in how she trembled when he cupped her breasts and teased at her nipples. “S-Spike!”
He only growled and nipped at her shoulder, a nibble of affection that made Gabby lock up momentarily before she started to roughly push back into his thrusts, the yearning in her motions clear as she cried out his name again. Foregoing rhythm, Spike gave her what she wanted in fast, rough thrusts that had his balls slapping against her thigh from the force he was using. The results spoke for themselves as Gabby’s wings, little by little, stretched out as far as they could reach to either side before seemingly locking, followed by her pussy clenching tight around him as she came to another orgasm.
Mercy was granted as Spike helped keep her upright with his own grip on her torso, allowing Gabby to ride out the waves of ecstasy coming from her nethers as he throbbed inside of her. Long, slow breaths of elation left the griffoness’ beak, but Spike was surprised when after just a few seconds of this, Gabby was raring to go again. “I-I want more. You…you’re still hard.” She mumbled out. “I need him to cum again inside. Please!”
Not one to deny her, Spike helped her to move so he could sit down; the protests of his lower back and legs from the hunched over pose were starting to get a bit loud in his mind. So with a little maneuvering, the pair once again took advantage of the nearby shower corner seat. Spike sat himself down and Gabby claimed his lap in a mimicry of the stripshow earlier, but now with his cock buried deep inside her canal. Gabby’s arms were wrapped around Spike’s upper half, her hands at the back of his head to bring him to her beak for a searing kiss while she wiggled in his lap. Spike afforded her the balance she needed with a well placed hand at the small of her back, the other on her thigh for support as well.
As she began to bounce and ride him, Spike took in the almost majestic sight of the soaking wet griffoness atop him. Wings spread, eyes half-lidded in desire, firm breasts bouncing in tandem with her motions, water running over her fur and feathers in equal portions from the showerhead above; she was beauty incarnate before him, and he considered himself blessed to have this moment with her. He started to rock his hips in an upwards motion when she’d bounce down, further driving his cock deeper into her and evoking a cry of pleasure from her as she held onto his shoulders.
“Can we stay…like this…forever?” She asked between breaths as she rode him, seemingly drunk on the pleasure they were sharing. Spike’s answer was to rest his head in the minor valley of her cleavage, soon claiming a nipple to suckle from and teasing the griffoness again with the way his teeth brushed against the sensitive nub. He guessed that it was a truly sensitive spot for the griffoness, as everything about her tightened up from the effect. Encouraged, he toyed with the nipple in his mouth by alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it.
Gabby’s riding grew more intense as the minutes carried on, and Spike began to alternate between teasing her nipples and just lavishing anything of her breasts he could get ahold of. His own climax wasn’t far off, but he had no desire to try and pull out. The yearning desire to fill her, to claim her, overrode anything else in mind. They fell into another frenzy of love and lust for one another as she sensed him getting close, leaning into his hold and letting him take hold of her rump to jackhammer up into her willing pussy.
“Spike. Spike! Cum, Spike!” She begged him repeatedly, clinging to every inch of his lengthy dick she could. The chant worked its magic on his willpower, the attempt to stave off his orgasm any longer forgotten. With an almost beastial growl, Spike nipped at the other side of her neck he’d not yet claimed, a silent affirmation of his role as her lover before his cock swelled and began to flood her depths once more. It felt more intense this time, more significant as Gabby cried out in delight.
“Yes! Yesyesyesyes!” Gabby’s whole body shook in his hold as she hit orgasm in the few seconds following, the sensation of Spike’s heated cum flooding her womb being the final tipping point. Pump after pump of his cock filled her pussy with his seed, to the point that thick wads of it were being squeezed out past the ring of her nethers clinging to his cock. Throughout the elongated seconds, they never let go of the other, and soon enough, the only audible sound in the shower was the water spray pouring over their figures as they laid there together.
“I love you.” Spike managed to finally croak out, making Gabby giggle into his neck.
“I love you too, Spike,” Gabby replied, “think we should actually try to clean up?”
“I’ll get right on that, soon as I feel my legs again.” He said, making the griffoness giggle again. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”
“No, not at all. It was…amazing.” She sighed out in contentment and reached down to hold his hand. “...would you be weirded out if I told you I really, really liked feeling you finish inside?”
“Do you now?” Spike’s cock gave a half-hearted lurch inside of her, softening still but clearly respondent to the thought.
“We could talk about it more in the bedroom if you want. So we don’t ring up an even higher water bill.” Gabby’s joke made Spike snort, the pair slipping into another tender kiss before actually trying to clean themselves up, if only for the sake of doing so.
When the pair did finally come home from their well-deserved lover’s vacation, no one could deny the sheer glow of happiness that radiated from the dragon and griffoness. When the news finally broke that the pair would be expecting, demonstrated fairly obviously in Gabby’s slowly growing belly, it was said Princess Twilight herself shed tears of joy at the news for her lifelong friend and assistant. For Spike and Gabby, it was a lucky shot in the dark that both of them took, and neither would ever forsake the other in pursuit of a happiness they discovered with one another.
And all it took, was one lucky draw.