Fluttershy has enjoyed him. The little dates and the drinks at the bar, coming so closer—but never crossing that line. But youth doesn't last forever. You have to drink in bliss while you still can. Will Fluttershy make him say it?
Fluttershy has enjoyed him.
The little dates and the drinks at the bar, coming so closer—but never crossing that line.
Fluttershy's finger twirled the rim of her glass, her other hand holding a pencil, drawing the name 'Spike' in a little open book. Club music blared above from speakers hidden in the club's dark corners. But the noise was dull on her ears. On the stool next to her, someone tried to take a seat.
A stool meant only for one.
"Sorry," Fluttershy said without looking at him, and a second later, flashing him with a faint, side-long smile. "Already taken."
The colt had muttered something. He walked away without another word, slouching. Fluttershy stopped drawing to check on him. Her eyes soon spotted his white dress shirt among the crowd of mingling people, finding the colt's shoulders already risen and him trying for another stool. Her eyes rolled before returning to her booklet.
Its open pages were filled with all the ways a name could be drawn. Cursive letters with a heart over the 'i' and the ending line of 'e' sprawling into one. It made her smile more. Footsteps sounded from the side. The voice didn't try to speak over the music.
"Already—"
"Just warming it up for your boyfriend."
Fluttershy's slumped as she turned. Rainbow sat on the stool, slouched over the counter, openly grinning at Fluttershy, throwing up a hand to signal for a drink. The bartender came from the other side of the rounded counter. He mixed the drink without comment or payment.
Then looked at Fluttershy. "Refill?"
Fluttershy stopped swirling her finger on the glass. She smiled with closed eyes and a nod. "Still enjoying."
The bartender blushed as though a fresh, scented breeze blew through him. With a slow nod of his own, he turned around, shaking his head, stumbling. Rainbow sighed before taking the drink.
"That last colt was worth talking to."
Fluttershy hummed. "Says who?"
"Me."
"So why don't you go and talk to him?"
Rainbow removed the glass from her lips. She looked over to the little book. Her eyes rolled at the name that decorated the pages. Curiosity twinged in her gaze. Flipping through the previous pages, more and more of his name appeared, each written differently, some fastly inscribed, others slowly sketched out, all etched with a passion.
Some doodles had appeared. One where Spike's back took up the page. The dragon with a shocked expression. Another with him looking shy.
"Seriously?" Rainbow gagged before sliding the notebook back. Fluttershy flipped it to the current page. "The two of you. Still?"
Fluttershy nodded and resumed her drawing.
"What do you even see in that guy?"
Fluttershy glanced over with a look, smiled, then returned to the paper.
"Like I'm not trying to diss him or anything! It's just… he's Spike, y'know?" Rainbow winced at that comment. Fluttershy didn't take offence. Her finger slipped from the glass's rim to its base, bringing it in for a sip. "Known him for a lifetime at this point. He's not a bad guy! He's just… y'know. Spike."
Fluttershy set the glass back on the counter.
"And you're perfection! Like seriously. You're a knockout right now." Rainbow's eyes flew up and down Fluttershy's outfit. Denim jeans roundly stretched out atop the barstool. A tightly-knitted sweater that curved to the shape of Fluttershy's girls. Her slightly frizzed mane set those who looked insane. "You could have anyone. Anyone. Any stud. Any dancer. The world could be yours if you asked it."
"I don't have that sort of affinity for grass," Fluttershy replied. Her finger tapped the counter twice. The bartender came over and refilled her drink. "But I'm sure the world could be yours if you asked it nicely enough."
Rainbow watched Fluttershy take the glass and sip again. Fluttershy's face melted in the taste of alcoholic strawberry; a sweet tingle blessed her tongue.
Rainbow seemed to have taken a moment to think. To really feel the problem out. It was after a couple of seconds of looking around, seeing the dancers on the floor, the lovers in the booths, the friends at the table… that it suddenly clicked. It made sense at that very moment why Fluttershy was at none of those locations.
"You really do like him," Rainbow started as she looked at her best friend, "don't you?"
Fluttershy looked at Rainbow properly this time. With sincerity in her eyes and genuineness in her smile, she nodded.
"Why?"
No offence was taken again. Not a hint of dismay or the need to repress annoyance. Fluttershy took a moment to gently look into her friend's eyes. Then she started to speak again. "If I asked you why you love to fly… you could give me some answers, right?"
Rainbow's eyes scrunched. "S-Sorta, yeah."
Fluttershy smiled. "But you would have to think. And no matter what reason you gave… it would never feel as strong as the feeling you have when you're flying." She nodded. "It's like that with Spike. Maybe I could give you a reason or two… but it's just a feeling I have." Fluttershy's head shook. "A reason I don't want to ruin with words."
"Wow." Rainbow stared with amused disbelief on her face. "What's a girl to say to that, huh? So you really dig the guy, then." She turned forward with a tilt of her head. Silhouettes passed around them. Others sat at the bar. "I dig it. I guess I dig it, then."
Flutters sat forward as well. "Thank you."
Rainbow seemed to struggle with words like someone recently converted. Not wanting to attack but desiring to know more. "So… the two of you then. Have you—"
"No."
Rainbow glanced at her friend. "But this has been going on for months! How haven't you—"
"He needs to be the one to do it." Fluttershy nodded sternly. "It can't be me. Or else we would already be in my…" Her words fell short, and pink burned her cheeks brightly.
Rainbow grinned and leaned close. "What? The two of you would be where?"
Fluttershy expanded her wings into a dome around her body, blocking out the friend, who only wiggled into the tight space.
They were face to face when Rainbow spoke again. "So confident and assured. But I guess old parts of you are still in there, aren't they?"
Fluttershy returned her wings and stared at her drink. Rainbow leaned back and eased on the tension. She gave Fluttershy another look. "Though, you'll probably knock him dead in that. How many outfits did you go through before this one? I don't think he's seen you dress sexy casual yet."
Fluttershy swallowed and looked away. "T-Three."
Rainbow smiled. Interlocking her hands together, she looked down at them. "That's good. It's nice to have someone that makes you go that extra distance. That's how you know you have something special." Dressing to perfection hadn't been Fluttershy's hobby. Lately, she focused on her appearance. "But that outfit's going to be torture for him. You know that, right?"
Fluttershy glanced over, suddenly scared.
"I'm already craving to know how you look underneath it all," Rainbow said with a thumb jabbing her chest. "What do you think it's going to do to him?"
Fluttershy's eyes flared as an angry blush washed across her face. She glared at her laughing friend before crossing her arms. "Not funny."
"But it's true." Rainbow wiped away a tear. "You really are perfect, Fluttershy. In everything. Spike's lucky to have you." She looked over at her friend. "But does he know that? I know you've been dropping your hints, but… damn it, Shy. You're perfect. You really are perfect. You're sweet to nearly everyone."
Rainbow held her breath before speaking again. "Does he know what the two of you have is special? That he stands a chance at an invitation upstairs?"
"If he wants it," Fluttershy followed in coming out of her trance, "then he'll have to say so."
Rainbow smiled and closed her eyes. "Then you'll have to give him a reason to say it." Checking over her shoulder after those words, she came to smile, rising from the seat, leaving bits on the table and taking the glass. "And you'll have to make him say it soon."
Fluttershy looked to see Rainbow striding away. Her lips opened to say something… but the words died on her tongue. She kept still for a moment in thought. She wanted the dragon. More than anything else in the world. Wanted him enough to come to Manehatten nearly every weekend to be with him. Stayed at a hotel and bar that soon started to cost more than her home.
"Aha!" That voice. That sprinkling of excitement despite the tiredness hidden in the back of his tone. Or the strong arms wrapping around her stomach and lifting her from the stool. Fluttershy kicked happily in the air, feeling scales and warmth flush into her fur. "There's my favorite girl."
Fluttershy's lips couldn't stretch further in being lowered to the ground. She turned around to face him, at level with his broad chest, forced to look upward to meet his eyes. Blackness tinged around their shape as weariness consumed the rest of his expression. But his smile, the peek at a few white fangs, burned through all that.
She then crossed her arms, looked aside, and pouted. "How many times have I told you not to grab me out of nowhere?"
Spike chuckled inside the tension. "Sorry. I know you don't like it. It's just when I see you—I dunno! An uncontrollable urge comes over me and I can't help myself." He made a sad face and started to turn around. "I'm sorry. I should get going."
Fluttershy's eyebrows lifted. He's calling my bluff!
"Oh no, you don't!" Fluttershy said that caused the dragon to turn back around, just in time to catch the girl who jumped at him, crossing her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, with lips coming within inches of hers. His claws claimed the back of her thighs, sinking into the denim, squishing into the warmed softness beneath. "You're not leaving until you've apologized properly."
Spike's smile stretched to an impossible size. There was a delight in holding a girl like this, the two of them so close together. Their little game of words and teasing brought out sides to them not experienced when they were apart. "And just how do I do that, the most beautiful girl to have ever lived?"
Fluttershy leaned back in his arms, scooting enough that his claws slid to the back of her pants, feeling her desire through the material. His claws kneaded without meaning to, squishing and spreading the canary dough beneath, working the globes he'd been given to play with.
Some looked over.
None interrupted.
"By kissing me," Fluttershy warmly whispered into his lips, brushing her fur on his scales, teasing him to break the distance between them. "And then kissing me more." There wasn't further need for permission. His lips came in and stole over hers. That smooth shape, that supple shape she had to push into. His kisses were an addiction that nothing in the world could cure.
They kissed. Then kissed again. Her body leaned into his, a subtle rocking that flushed Fluttershy's covered chest into his. Their lips met, and their tongues danced, separating for only seconds at a time, before they went in again, all to indulge in the feeling of meeting over and over.
Soon enough, warmth had flushed through their existence. The two were properly buzzed enough to make it through the night without their skin touching.
Spike had set Fluttershy down on the seat, not without a tight squeeze of her rump, something that brought a tilt of the head, the falling of mane over her face, and a gasp from the girl. Pink coloured her face in coming to hold her lower back. Playfully glaring at the dragon from behind her hair, she swore revenge in her own way.
The dragon took a seat next to her and tapped the counter. Across the counter, the bartender watched him swirl a talon twice, then tap one. The bartender nodded and brought over a bottle of something—taking the bits Rainbow had left.
Spike brought the drink to his lips before something caught the corner of his eyes. "What's with the notebook?"
Fluttershy blushed intensely and slammed it shut "N-Nothing!" She shuffled the book inside her purse and zipped it. "Just sketches of a few bunnies! They… didn't come out very well."
Spike chuckled. "Now I doubt that." He took a swig of his drink, a few more sips than usual, his eyes closing, something else overcoming him. Fluttershy saw it at once. How he slouched and the way his eyes refused to open. After setting the finished bottle on the counter, he cracked his neck and opened his eyes.
He spoke in a smoother voice. "Any page is made better with your signature."
Fluttershy smiled and clasped her hands together. "Even if it has your name on it?"
"The value only drops somewhat slightly."
Both chuckled. Fluttershy checked him from the corner of her eyes as Spike ordered another drink. His high and excitement seemed gone, surprising her. He always seemed tired. Ever since moving out here. Ever since they started meeting during the week like this.
"Did I pull you from another long shift?"
Spike's face lit in surprise. His mouth opened and then closed. He thought for a moment before speaking. "N-No. It's just…" He sighed and slumped. "Work will be work. It's been tougher, lately. Not too many of the guys are happy to be there, anymore. I'm doing my best, but… ah, it's been a struggle."
Fluttershy's happiness dropped. She looked away for a moment. The whole reason they'd gotten together was to wake him up, somehow. They'd meet at a cafe for coffee and snacks. He'd always show up so tired, so depressed, so out of it. Everything in her craved to warm up that soul, to see that face burn a little more.
And she had kissed him to see how his face would light up.
But now, it didn't do him much, although they were happier together. Fluttershy wanted to bring him back home. That she could support him as he decided what to do next with his life. But that was something that real couples did. Not just a couple of lovebirds only a few months into their relationship.
They wound up on the dance floor with enough space to call their own. Spike and Fluttershy had been a little shy at first, staring at each other, looking around, seeing if they could take the lead of others. But seeing how no eyes were on them. How they were so swept in with the crowd that they didn’t stand out at all… the two of them started to dance.
Tapping their feet, shaking their hips, moving their arms, and connecting their souls to the rhythm of the song, to the movement of the other. The distance closed between them as they found their beat, focusing on the other, connecting their dance to reflect the other.
Spike still kept that foot away. He was willing to take the advance only when Fluttershy gave it. His eyes watched her dance. How her chest jumped and bounced. The sway of her hips and the way denim flexed over her legs. How he seemed to come awake by those things. Fluttershy had decided it was time for revenge.
To push him that extra step forward.
Fluttershy fell against him as the music rose. Dancing bodies flooded around them as the two were pressed together. She turned them around, walking backward, feeling his claws capture the flexing of her waist, coming until her back settled against a wall.
I want you to be mine.
Spike sealed her against the crystal with an expression of confusion mixed with worry. His claws were still on her pants and claiming the denim lands. Fluttershy, with her hands free, raised and crossed them around the dragon’s neck. He lowered himself in her hold. Brought their faces together and their lips on the other.
He must have thought that she was going to speak. Say something important. But Fluttershy only kissed the dragon. Raised and drowned in his lips as pleasure tingled again. Her hands felt across the broadness of his shoulders, the blades of his back, the smoothness of scales glossed against her fingertips.
The dragon swam in the kiss as well. His claws inched from her waist, feeling up and down her thighs, the fabric enchanting his touch, the substance beneath pushing him further. Closing his eyes and surrendered his exhaustion to the bubbling delight.
Fluttershy then got an idea. In looking around the surrounding dancers, she hoped something would go unnoticed. During their kiss, her hand claimed his claw and, raising it, left it on her chest. His claw struggled with its locations, talons kept in an open lock. The dragon’s eyes jerked awake—but ‘Shy only winked.
Before, unable to help themselves, they closed, squeezing her breast through the sweater, which added extra padding to the gesture. Both moaned into the kiss as she squished her. Grabbing at her thigh, kneading at her breast, consuming her lips. His body pressed into hers. His waist pushed her belly into the crystal. She rocked against him.
Spike broke only the kiss. Worry vanished. But confusion remained. “Fluttershy?”
“Mhm?”
“What… what is this?”
How much longer do you want to play this game?
“It’s exactly what it looks like.”
His lips separated but leaked zero words. Part of him didn’t know how to continue. Of how to go about this. He looked away, wanting something. Something that he was too afraid to ask for. Fluttershy felt it herself. Every fur lit aflame. The sweat that drenched her coat. The hot marks left underneath his touch.
“I want this, Spike,” Fluttershy nearly squeaked, a blush covering her snout. “A-And if you want it…”
Their passion didn't keep in the luxury elevator of fifty floors, each beeping after a few seconds. The two stood side by side, dazed and frazzled, warmed and scared, the expressions of shy, horny creatures, afraid of the bedroom it was leading them to.
Fluttershy stood next to the dragon at the center of the elevator, purse clutched at her front, blush and shock still on her face. Glancing up and to the side, she saw the dragon doing the same, the two looking away, seeing the large mirrors that reflected them together. Both blushing more, they looked to the ground—at the elevator's final ding.
Spike glanced over while the ride slowed to a stop. "Penthouse?"
"A gift from Rainbow Dash."
Spike whistled while rolling on his feet. "Must be nice being famous."
"Mhm."
They passed the opened door and crossed the left of the hall, reaching the last door on the right. Fluttershy opened the door for the dragon, who swallowed and smiled and nodded, walking into the room, a flick of a light switch sounding behind him.
The holy sunlight of heaven shone.
Spike lost his jaw in stumbling forward. The open space of the red carpet narrowed in front of him. Various rooms loomed to the sides with large windows showing the city. What had captured his attention lay directly in front of him. Smooth marble steps, thinning in ascension, cradling a golden bed at the top. Large, vast, velvet sheets and flanking mirrors.
Fluttershy set her keys in a bowl left on the counter. She turned to be with the dragon—before being equally stunned. The mirrors hadn't made much sense during their first few trips. She'd even scared herself by all the reflections that peered into her soul. She couldn't understand why so many would surround a bed of all things.
Now's not the time to lose face.
"Oh, look." Fluttershy pointed at the ceiling where, to none's surprise, another mirror reflected a top-down view. "Another one."
Spike looked. He chuckled like a doomed, accepting soul. "Huh. Looks like I'll really have to please you."
Fluttershy turned and laid her hands on his shoulders, pulling him for another kiss, one slowly enjoyed. She held him even as their lips left. "You'll do fine."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I'm here with you," Fluttershy admitted while shyly looking away. "And so long as it's with you… I'll be happy, no matter what."
Spike smiled at that. Didn't seem like anything held him back. He bent forward and kissed her again, taking the lead as their mouths opened more—tongue clashing again. His claws fell onto her shoulders, those small, slender things, that his palms easily washed over. They felt down her sides, stroking her arms, feeling for the bottom of her sweater.
Fluttershy paused the kiss with a nod. "Do it."
Spike complied. He raised the sweater over her body, struggling at her chest, causing the girl to wiggle. It slipped over the thickest portion of the bust and slipped off her head with ease. Her mane raised and then fell into a mess. The dragon inched back at the view. The half-naked girl with the white bra holding back her canary mounds.
"Y-You're staring."
"Who wouldn't?"
Fluttershy smiled. She felt behind her back for the clasp of her bra, unclipping it, the cups becoming loose around her breasts. Pulling them off and folding them together, Fluttershy stood in the open, a shy, blushing mess. "Uh.. Ta-da?"
Spike lanked back with a face full of wonder. His head shook, and he blinked. Words seemed beyond him for the moment. Having another so transfixed tickled another inkling of delight in the girl. Finally, in breaking his trance, the dragon spoke. "Wow. They're, a-ah. T-They're really beautiful, 'Shy."
Fluttershy smiled. "Thank you."
Spike did the same. Removed his shirt to reveal toned, slender muscles. He chuckled at Fluttershy staring. In going for his pants, Fluttershy did the same with her own, the two bending forward, looking at another. This was cause for another awkward laugh. Spike slipped easily off his pants.
While Fluttershy had to do some wiggling to escape hers. Naked yellow fur emerged beneath the denim, its brightness attracting the dragon. He came over to help tug the pants down, a claw feeling of the broad, soft fur, able to feel it without restriction.
Fluttershy giggled at the little scratches of his talons, as they stroked her pudge and sunk into its shape, tickling ever deep inward to the place between her legs. Stretched emerald panties clung to her curves. Spike faced them before looking up for permission.
She nodded.
Spike gulped and pulled down, revealing Fluttershy's bare, sweet-smelling sex, which he was hard pressed not to kiss then and there. Looking up again with a smirk, he saw Fluttershy's blushing face and, without warning, swept the girl into his arms while rising. She laid back in a cradle, heart hammering, looking up to the dragon carrying her.
It wasn't long before she was set on the bed, and the dragon came over her, knees crossing over her body, kneeling before her. His claws sunk into the mattress beside her head. Leaning and looming over her, the dragon smiles, lowering himself, a quick connection of another kiss, one that traveled from her lips to her chin, down her throat to her collarbone, following the rise of her right breast.
His claws kept occupied. Feeling across the side of her body, able to claim her waist in a palm, his talons scratching at her skin. He was working her up. Preparing 'Shy for what came next. His lips left tender kisses on the swell of her mound. Rising and sinking into it—before his lips found her bubble-gum breast.
Spike took it into his mouth with delicacy, sucking on its shape, tugging at it, smothering his face into her softness, feeling how she wiggled as hands fell across his face. One of his claws lowered to her thigh, able to claim the canary barrel, stroking and squeezing, a surprise clench that tingled her nerves.
Something entered the air. Fluttershy blushed in breathing through her mouth. Heat escaped from between her legs—as did a smell. She didn't try to stop it. Or stop herself from feeling so good. The dragon released her breast and continued down her frame, across what little pudge coated her tummy, his claws traveling further down her legs as he shifted down the bed.
And he fell into the lovely pocket of space between Fluttershy's legs.
Her heart melted in seeing him lower to a near prone. She looked at the ceiling to see him nestled between her thighs. Fluttershy rose to get a better look at him—when a tongue flicked at her folds. It was enough for her to grip the sheets, holding them tightly as Spike licked her sex of all its honey.
And then he dove inward, his face flush with her crotch, feeling her clit resting atop his snout. His tongue shot inside her, slender and nimble, licking at her walls, a rising tickle that raised her hips from the bed, growing into a subtle thumping against the bed.
Fluttershy had to repress the urge to close her thighs on the sides of his face and lock him inside that place—not that the dragon would mind. Leaning forward, feeling her girls slink away, she came to tap the dragon on the forehead. He wiggled slowly from his buried place of flesh, seeing her from over the crop of pink frizzed pubic fuzz.
"I-I think t-that's… g-good enough."
Spike slowly nodded and rose from the place, coming to shuffle over her frame, crossing his arms underneath her neck, aligning their hips. She felt it. The large, thick shape settled on her stomach, rubbed over the skin, and ran through her fuzz. The dragon couldn't stop his hips from moving. The urge to plunge into a tight, warm place would squeeze him.
He slipped forward and back, lowering across Fluttershy's body, her breast jiggling from the motion, her head resting on the pillow. His cock slipped over her slit and rocked across it. The dragon's face was above her own. His eyes shone green. He looked at her with a gentle expression.
"You're sure?"
Fluttershy nodded. Without caring about where his mouth had been, she rose into him with a kiss, sinking into his lips, the two becoming one. Slowly, his cock lowered to the base of her folds, forcing them apart, and squeezed into her tightness.
Fluttershy gasped into the kiss and rose somewhat from the intrusion, but she didn't break away, only falling into him more, feeling the thickness barrel deeper into her. It was like having an emptiness suddenly filled. She felt stretched. Opened. It warmed her insides as it entered her existence.
Spike pushed all the way into their joint moan.
Then he pulled back, waiting a few seconds as they separated to breathe, before joining again, another push inside. He didn't stop his time as his hips found a rhythm. Slinking in and out as they broke against her again and again.
Fluttershy twisted and moaned, unable to stop the fires crinkling in lines across her frame, feeling herself come alive, that rising beneath bloating beneath her skin. She tried to rock against him as well. To close her legs, to hug him inside, to do anything to connect more to him. To feel that extra little tickle of the beast squeezing inside of her.
But the two merely resumed their kiss, content to keep like that as the sex continued, Fluttershy sometimes looking to the ceiling, seeing her body covered by his, the size of his back and the motion of his waist, the way he worked to please her. She blushed at the view. At being so covered by another. So much that her arms wrapped further around his back as she rose against him—feeling ready.
"Y-You… nhm… c-close?"
"A-Already there."
"D-Did you want me to—"
"No." Fluttershy sealed herself against him in feeling deep inside, thrusting away, each rocking her chest, putting her in constant motion. "Give me your all."
Spike rested his head on her shoulders as he finished, a final few thrusts before being unable to hold back, not stopping, the walls sealed around his member, pumping inside the desperately tight place. Warm honey washed and stuck across his member as it creamed white after white, thick and heavy blasts that entered the woman's depths.
That burned deep and unfelt places.
The two had arched into each other during the height of their bliss, falling away in the seconds after that, the dragon pulling out, the messes of their love leaking from Fluttershy's legs. A dampened pool began on the fabric beneath her love. It coated the swell of her cheeks and the insides of her thighs.
Spike fell back on the bed, breathing heavily, while Fluttershy rolled to his side, clinging to it. The two looked to the ceiling as they breathed, seeing the other, a blush and a smile, an unknown of what words to say. Fluttershy looked at the dragon's eyes. How bright they were. Not so dim as when he had first come in.
It took some fiddling, but the two sneaked beneath the blanket, allowing Fluttershy to cover her chest. She laid on her side and snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest, his claw stroking her hair, their eyes alight in looking at the other.
"I…" Spike neared the end of his recovery. "…still can't believe that happened."
Fluttershy booped his snout with a finger. "You mean it didn't happen soon enough."
"I didn't even though—"
Fluttershy fixed him a smoky, knowing look, killing his thought.
"Right." Spike nodded. "I should have just said I wanted it."
Fluttershy giggled. She stroked his chest with a finger. A thought played on her mind. Something that proved to be amusing.
Spike glanced at her. "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing." Fluttershy smiled. "Just something Rainbow will tell me the next time I see her."
Spike was cute when he looked worried. "And what's that?"
