Shake Your Tailfeather
There’s a lot of things you need in order to have a stable adult life, Spike had come to find out. Especially when that stable adult life involves adding a second adult life to your own and hoping to produce smaller childlike lives to it too.
Growing up alongside the Princess of Friendship had allowed Spike to mature in a lot of different fields. He’d become wiser and moved past the majority of childish traits his smaller self was once associated with, taking responsibility for himself and his life. He was entrusted with duties involving diplomacy between Equestria and the Dragon Lands, as well as the various griffon tribes and even as far as the ocean-dwelling sea ponies. His name was recognized as both a sign of friendship and authority, for he was one of the few who directly addressed Twilight. He had even thwarted a few villains himself, but that was a tale for another time.
Right now, the greatest villain he ever faced was staring him down from a simple scroll he had received from Canterlot First Line Bank. His morning had him holed up in the crystal castle, his current residence outside of living in Canterlot most of the time. It’d been given to him by Twilight to be his own residence, which suited his dragon instincts just fine. How many could say they had a whole crystal castle as a home?
“For being a dragon, I really should’ve built up more on the whole ‘hoarding gems’ aspect.” He sighed to himself as he sat the scroll down on the table. “They were great for nutrition; imagine literally eating money to survive.”
“Aww, don’t beat yourself up about it hun!” A cheerful voice said from behind him before embracing him. A pair of griffon hands and arms hugged around him to his chest before he felt a soft nuzzle against his cheek. He returned the gesture and didn’t resist the smile that came to his lips. “Besides, those gems helped make you the big, hunky dragon I love today!”
But there were good things to being an adult dragon, he had to admit.
The woman holding him, Gabby, had become one of the most priceless treasures in his entire lifetime thus far. Becoming friends when they were younger had eventually gave way to a first date, a second, and many more. First crushes had blossomed into tender hearts and genuine interest, and then bloomed fully into love that both cherished. It was Spike himself who proposed to her on the Lunar Solstice, Luna herself blessing the moment with a spectacular display of a starfall over the sky above. Gabby told everyone she met how it was one of the most romantic moments she had ever known.
“Maybe so. But I can’t exactly eat up the cost of the house we’re wanting built.” Spike told her. “We got lucky that the area near the mountains is so low in price. But getting a proper log cabin home - a fireproof one at that -”
“Just in case!”
“ - means a bit of a hefty price tag.” Spike finished, snorting at his wife to be’s exclamation. “I can’t ask Twilight to give more, it wouldn’t be right. She’s already agreed to host the wedding herself in Canterlot. Even just thinking of those arrangements would make my head spin.”
“It’s still some time away, Spike. Don’t stress yourself out so much!” Gabby told him before rubbing his shoulders lightly. “I appreciate it plenty you’re taking it so seriously. But we’ll make it work out. We always find a way.”
The dragon’s hand came up and held hers gently before he tilted his head to kiss her wrist. “You know I love your positivity. You always remind me to never quit.”
“We’ve been looking a lot locally, but I keep checking Canterlot for other options too. It never hurts to ask around!” Gabby said as she pulled out a newspaper from her former mailbag, having kept said bag as a keepsake once she needed to replace it per mail route standards. “If not Twilight, maybe we could nudge a few other friends of yours for extra work they need done?”
“Honestly, you’d think it’d be enough to be an ambassador to Twilight. I blame the bank and old laws.” Spike told her. “As for extra work, don’t go saying that around Applejack. She has a keen ear for anypony or any being who says they need work. Next thing you know, their entire life is apples. Apple picking, apple growing, apple chopping, apple cider-ifying…” Spike trailed off, “...she’s probably invented new things for apples in a year’s time, I’d imagine.”
“Well it never hurts to be creative. I could always try taking a bigger mailing route, or maybe a different area?”
“But that’d mean less time with you.” Spike pouted.
“Do you think you could withstand it?” She asked, smiling at him.
“Absolutely not. And that is said as someone who has bathed in lava.”
Gabby laughed and shook her head. “Only you would put time without me as worse than bathing in lava. I adore you.”
Spike grinned and went back to digging through some of the advertisements and fliers he’d plucked from Ponyville’s local rumor and advertising board in the center of town. When he was younger, it seemed like an endless slew of chores and tasks he could take on to help folks and keep busy when Twilight was occupied or he needed some pocket money. Nowadays though, the jobs seemed so…well, lazy almost.
“No thank you, not cat-sitting for Fluttershy again…Filthy Rich is needing a new accountant again, I guess the previous one got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Or Spoiled’s jar, maybe.” Spike muttered to himself. “Looking for a bombastic and entertaining job? Excited for explosive new opportunities? Try Trixie Lulamoon’s ‘How to Entertain’ seminar today! No, thank you, I like having all of my limbs and digits and especially my extremities attached to me. Fond of them.”
“Oh! I might’ve found something!”
Gabby’s exclamation got the dragon’s attention, his head perking up before he looked behind him to see the griffoness waving a newspaper excitedly. “This is so perfect!”
“Well, what is it?”
“So there’s always something happening in Canterlot, I figured, and so I’ve been trying to see if there’s any easy and safe side things for money. At least, anything outside of the personal ads,” Gabby folded the newspaper she had and held it out for Spike to take, who looked it over before Gabby pointed to a square on the far right, “and look here!”
Stripper contest at the Hooves and Clovers bar, this Saturday! Come out and show your skills, male or female! Winner of the contest will receive 1,000 gold bits, and a year long voucher for free hayburgers!
“Who in the world has enough spare bits to put down 1,000-” Spike started to say before looking at the tiny legal text at the bottom.
Sponsored by the Wonderbolts.
“...that sounds like Rainbow, if I didn’t know better.” He mumbled. “So…a stripper contest.”
“Uh-huh!” Gabby wiggled beside him, her wings flapping lightly before settling. “I could totally win that!”
“Well, it is true that I think you’re the hottest thing since Celestia raised the sun.” Spike commented, making the griffoness beam at him. “And I definitely know you can dance.”
“In public and in private~!”
Spike’s cheeks colored a little at her teasing tone. It was that same dancing that one lucky evening that got them to give each other their innocence, not that he regretted it in the slightest. That had been the time Spike and Gabby got a lucky prize draw pull and won a vacation to a love hotel. It was an experience that he never could have predicted happening, but he was so glad it did. Sometimes, life throws its curveballs in unexpected ways.
“But are you ok with doing this in public? I mean, there’s no telling who all will be there. 1,000 bits prize money is nothing to scoff at.”
“Hmm…well you’ll be there, won’t you?”
“Like I’d be anywhere else, are you kidding?”
“Then that’s all I need.” Gabby said before leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips, making Spike’s face light up before she pulled back to grin. “If I know you’re watching, then I know I’m performing at my best. I’ll dance so well, those other ladies won’t know what hit ‘em!”
Spike chuckled. “I’ll support you doing it. But only if you’re ok with it. If you feel like something’s off or weird, you’ll have me right there to back you up.”
“Then what’re we sitting in here for! Come help me practice!”
Spike blinked in confusion when Gabby walked away from him, leaving him to furrow his brow. “But we don’t have a stripper pole in the…castle.” He trailed off while watching Gabby lean against the doorframe, her back to him and, more importantly, her bare butt shaking side to side as he looked.
“Real pros don’t rely on just a pole to dance. We can improvise.” She crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to her. “I promise it’s a better sight than the newspaper~!”
Spike left the newspaper flying through the air as he joined his fiancee, the griffoness laughing at his eagerness.
That Saturday - Hooves and Clovers Bar
Spike sometimes hated it when he was right.
The turnout for the contest was immense, mares and stallions and all manner of beings showing up to try and have a go at being the best performer for the evening. Having gotten there early, he and Gabby had little trouble getting inside thanks to the bouncer immediately recognizing Spike for who he was. After getting Gabby registered, Spike was given a proper seat near the stage, encouraged by the manager of the bar who the bouncer had quickly informed was there.
Being connected to royalty had its perks, after all.
Looking around the place, Spike could tell it was well equipped for such a show. The bar had multiple tables and booths surrounding a mini-catwalk that led to a stripper’s pole, the path leading to it looking like it was made from black plastic or fiberglass. It was semi-reflective, giving an almost twinkling like appearance along the catwalk from the way the lights above it would alternate and play off it. Despite being such a place, Spike felt like it was actually kept to code, no foul smelling odor or questionable looking marks on any of the furniture.
Spike’s table was a two-seater, taken only by himself for the time being. Looking around occasionally, there was plenty of waitresses and servers making sure the audience was kept cozy while waiting for the show to begin. A couple of waitresses had stopped by to try and butter him up with drinks and company, but he’d politely waved them away. What was surprising him most was recognizing so many faces in the participants filing here and there. He saw Cherry Jubilee from Appleoosa, Braeburn as well. There had been a few Crystal Empire mares who’d had a fit when they saw him in the audience. Heck, he swore he even saw a buffalo!
“Spike? I didn’t think this kind of place was your flavor.”
Only one mare had that kind of voice, Spike realized, and he turned his head before chuckling. “Hey Scootaloo. No, it’s really not, but I’m here to support someone.” He told her. The athletic mare had on a hoodie and shorts, looking fairly civilian compared to some of the more glamorous participants. But it was a look that worked for her; Scootaloo always had the charm of being a tomboy and it suited her in his opinion. “Do you plan to take a shot on the stage yourself?”
“Well…” Scootaloo trailed off, dusting her knuckles off on her hoodie, “I mean, what kinda gal is gonna say no to 1,000 bits for an easy win, huh?” She declared confidently. “Besides, one of the judges is my number one Wonderbolt. So you might say I have a ringer.”
Spike chuckled. “Rainbow’s idea?”
“The entire thing. She might not know I’m here yet, but she’ll know when I hit the stage. Who’re you here supporting?”
“Gabby. She wanted to try herself for this. I think she has a fair chance to win, no offense.” Spike told the smaller pegasus.
“Tch. Good! I like competition. It wouldn’t be any fun if I blew away everyone myself.”
“Well, that depends. Is skateboarding part of your planned routine?”
“C’mon, Spike,” She replied, “I can captivate an audience without needing a skateboard. Even though it would look so much cooler if I could.”
“I’ll be sure to suggest ‘Naked Skateboarding’ to the Crystal Empire’s next round of the Equestria Games.”
Scootaloo and him both laughed before the pegasus shook her head. “Well good luck to her. I’m gonna go get ready for the show. Have fun, Spike! I’ll shake my butt extra for you!”
Spike waved her off, humored by the young gal’s enthusiasm. Her bravado wasn’t entirely just for show; she’d come pretty far lately in trying to make a name for herself in some of the sports circuits. It wasn’t just the Wonderbolts who performed anymore; nowadays, there were whole new kinds of entertainment to amuse and wow audiences. It was Rainbow herself who’d made the push for the Wonderbolts to expand beyond just the air shows.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen! We’re just about to get the show underway! Performers, please make sure you’ve registered at the desk before going backstage! Let’s get ready to see some skin!” The announcement came over the intercoms of the bar, making many send up a cheer throughout the establishment. Spike took a drink from his cider and relaxed in his seat. Might as well enjoy the show, since Gabby herself had brought him there.
Fifteen minutes later and four performances in, Spike felt he had maybe overestimated the enthusiasm and hopes of some of the performers. Confidence, as Spike had learned from Rarity, had to come from within someone and not just happen on a whim. While many of the ladies who intended to perform looked up to the task, only some seemed to actually know how to use the stripper pole or even to try and perform.
Some tripped on their approach on the catwalk, some lost their grip on the pole and would almost fall off the stage before catching themselves. Two different women had actually fallen but thankfully not been hurt. Cherry Jubilee had made a decent start for her turn, but when it came time to really get into the role, she got cold feet and hiked her skirts up before exiting. The buffalo…well, she had heart, Spike had to give her that.
Scootaloo’s performance was one of the decent ones, Spike could’ve argued. She boasted a confident strut from the entrance all down the catwalk to the pole. Her dance was a little…extravagant, in that she did a lot of spinning and posing. She did eventually strip, but Spike kept his eyes elsewhere while she was naked since he was saving his ogling for someone else. But going off the audience’s reactions and applause, the orange pegasus made a good show that was sorely needed.
“And now…we have an exotic dancer coming up next! Everypony put your hands together for Gabriella the Griffon!” The announcer’s words got Spike’s focus back to the stage from his drink, and just in time as the spotlights zeroed in on the curtains. The music had been the same for each contestant so far, a mix of DJ-Pon3’s own hit beats, but Gabby seemed prepared for it. She emerged from the curtain with surprising fanfare, her wings going from covering her torso like a blanket to fanning out behind her, her arms raised behind her head as she showed off her figure clad in a tight white t-shirt and jean shorts. The simple attire worked for her, in Spike’s eyes, as she made eye contact with him.
She grinned and winked, and the dragon felt his heart skip a beat.
Gabby strutted as she moved to the stripper pole, and Spike leaned back in his seat to make sure he didn’t miss a moment. The griffoness held onto the pole and did a quick spin, waving out to the crowd before beginning a routine of equal parts physical prowess and sensual performance. She would bend over backwards and tease a peek of her breasts as her shirt would fall upwards, only to raise up just before exposing anything further. Her powerful legs did their work in keeping her balance, and her wings made the display all the more unique.
Spike’s heart hammered in his chest as his pulse raced. His eyes drank in every curve of Gabby’s body as she stuck her rear out towards the audience, her fingers hooking into the belt loops of her shorts to tug them down. Her tail swayed over her rear as it became exposed, revealing that perfect rump he loved so much. With a kick of her feet, the shorts were disposed of before she spun around the pole again, the griffoness allowing a moan to escape her before she stopped to face him. She squatted before him, her legs spread wide and her pink pussy entirely on display for him.
The dragon could feel himself throbbing in his pants as he only just managed to bring his eyes up to meet her sultry expression.
“Mind if I borrow that water there, big guy?” she asked through the music.
Spike wordlessly gave her his glass of water, the griffoness taking it with her tail and winking again at him as part of her performance. Surprising him, she didn’t drink from it but instead took the glass and poured it over her head and over herself. Since Spike had a larger glass - being a dragon and all - Gabby was showered with a fair amount of water that soaked through her white t-shirt and exposed her perky breasts and hard nipples beneath. She spun about the pole again, her wings giving a flourish of flicking the water away from her body in a display that no one could ignore. The crowd roared in approval, and Spike joined them.
With intentional slowness, the griffoness peeled away her soaked shirt, exposing her firm belly and making Spike snort smoke as he watched her. It was Las Pegasus all over again, but a part of him was more insistent on claiming her now. His dragon instincts could feel everyone’s eyes watching his would-be mate, and he wanted nothing more than to show them exactly why she accepted him as her partner. He wanted to put his hands on her chest, to pull her close and show her how good a mate he was. But maybe after the show.
If he could hold out that long.
“And the winner is…” The announcer paused for dramatic effect as everyone in the audience watched. Spike waited with baited breath, his arm around Gabby’s shoulders as she stood with him. She took advantage of his warm body heat as she still had on her soaked t-shirt, though the jeans had slipped back on once she was off the stage. The fact that she was basically flashing anybody looking at her didn’t seem to bother her.
For Spike, it was only more of a drive to get time alone with her. He was already struggling just to keep his composure with her pressed so close to him.
“Gabriella the Griffoness!”
There was plenty of applause and some catcalls as Gabby clapped for herself, Spike joining in as well. “I can’t believe I did it! Woo! What a thrill!” She yelled.
“I certainly can!” Spike said beside her, earning a kiss from the griffoness before she went to collect her prize money. Spike watched her go, his eyes locked onto her jean-clad butt the whole time before she came back to him with an envelope in her hand. “There’s really just one thing left now.”
“The men’s show? I didn’t think you were stripping too, hun.”
Spike leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. “I’m not interested in seeing anyone else naked but you. Right. Now.”
Gabby’s eyes lit up and she giggled mischievously. “Well…there’s probably a spare VIP room in here somewhere…” she trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows at her fiance. No one could say exactly which direction the pair went off to, as many were distracted with discussing the results, organizing the men’s portions, and pondering just what drink they might soothe their wounded ego with at the bar.
Once Spike had the door to the private room closed behind him, his awareness of his fiancee seemed to double. The way her feathers seemed to have a sheen to them, of sweat and water from her provocative display. The half-lidded stare as she looked up at him, relaxed but inviting as he held her around the waist. Even the smell of her, the pheromones of her body he could pick up on while this close to her. He snorted, and a smoke trail exited his nostrils as he looked down at her.
“Gabby.” His tone came out low, almost growling. The griffoness tilted her head a little, her tail waving slowly behind her.
“Yes, Spike?” She whispered.
“You…are all mine.” He declared before kissing her firmly, pressing his lips to her beak hard and making Gabby squeal in surprise before she giggled and returned his affections. His arms around her middle moved to hoist her up, easily lifting the griffoness while he grabbed at her jean shorts covered butt, squeezing whatever of her his fingers could get ahold of. Gabby welcomed it, moaning softly while he carried her over to the bed and laid her on it. Well, it was more like a light bounce, which she seemed to appreciate.
Spike’s shirt had been tossed aside quickly, and his pants were next to fall. But his boxers didn’t come off just yet, as he instead put his hands to use in getting her shorts off of her. He worked at her zipper blindly, focus split between continuing to kiss her and getting her naked once more. Only now, she’d be naked just for him, something his draconic instincts heavily agreed with.
“Seeing you on stage like that…” he said between kisses as he dipped down to nip at her neck lightly.
“Yeah? Oh!” She squeaked when he kissed hard against her collar.
“Everyone could see you. But only I get to see you like this.”
“Oh, Spike.” she sighed out as his tongue flicked over her neck. “You know I’m yours.”
“Consider this me staking my claim anew.” He said as his teeth dragged ever so gently against her feathers and the soft skin beneath, letting him feel her shiver beneath him while his fingers slipped away from her undone shorts button to slide past the waistband and her panties. He could feel wetness against his fingertips, goading him on as he rubbed up and down against her wanting pussy. “They can look…but only I get to touch.”
“S-Spike!” She gasped out as he slid a single finger inside of her. Any further words were muffled as he kissed her again, this time with his tongue coming into play to quell any protests. Not that she had any; her legs spread further to give him more access while her hands caressed his bare chest, her talons lightly scratching against his scaled torso and inviting him to touch her more. His other hand continued to keep her close to him, embracing her just enough to let him rub at her back between her shoulders, pinned between her body and the bed.
His tongue was attentive, slow and tender as he rubbed it against hers, all the while his finger worked back and forth to pleasure her. Her folds accepted him easily, the gasp coming from her telling him he was hitting those sweet spots she loved to feel touched before a second finger joined to further stimulate her.
She let her head fall back against the pillow, saliva linking her mouth to his as he hovered over her, continuing to work his fingers on her pussy. “I-I’m all yours, honey. Only yours.”
“Heh. I know.” The seductive facade slipped for a moment as he smiled at her, earning one in kind from the blushing griffoness. “But seeing you up there, it reminded me of before. And I remember thinking something.” His hand stopped fingering her and withdrew enough to get her shorts down her thighs, revealing her wet and flushed pink nethers for him to see. She shivered as he moved down, kissing a line down her belly towards her groin.
“W-what did you think about?”
Spike grinned as he sniffed the air near her groin, rich with her lustful scent.
“I didn’t want water to drink anymore.”
His long tongue slipped past his lips and easily penetrated her waiting folds, the griffoness giving a startled yelp before a quivering moan escaped her. Spike took full advantage of how long his tongue was to push as far into her as he could, Gabby throwing her head back and clasping at the red bedsheets for something to hold onto. Spike didn’t give her any room to try and wiggle or move away, his hands gripping the outside of her thighs to keep her in place.
“Spiiiike!” Gabby called out as the drake mercilessly teased and toyed with her nethers, taking full advantage of his tongue’s length to caress and rub the deepest parts of her tunnel before dragging it back slowly. His hot breath would ghost over her groin each time, bringing a fresh shiver to the woman as she was made to take every pleasurable moment at his leisure. Spike wanted to milk every moment he could, his lust driving him as he curled his tongue within her to stroke her quivering walls.
One of Gabby’s hands came over her mouth, trying to muffle her cries since they were still in a very occupied bar and nightclub. The other hand came down to the back of Spike’s head, insistent on keeping him there. Internally, he smiled at his love’s attempt to try and keep herself quiet. But a part of him felt a challenge in breaking past her defenses moreso, and so he rose to the challenge. He withdrew his tongue a little, and with some careful movements, the serpentine muscle lovingly started to brush and stroke her engorged clit, the nub bringing an explosion of new pleasures to the griffoness.
He pulsed at every cry she gave, and the taste of her running over his tongue and down his throat invigorated the fires burning inside him. He was throbbing, eager to take her, but he held back only just to make sure his lover would get there first. She was so worked up, he could feel little rivulets of her juices trickling down his chin and scales. Her lust was all over his mouth, and it was glorious. Spike’s tongue began a rapid back and forth pumping, the nimble mass quick to bring rapid gasps from Gabby’s mouth.
“Oh! Oooooh! Oh Spike! I’m…oh, it’s so good!” She whimpered out, her eyes squinted shut as she tried to last. Her resistance was crumbling though, he could tell, as her legs flailed weakly about his head. The squish of her thighs against either cheek only encouraged him, and he sped up his actions to please her further. For all the energy she had, it was a delight to him when she got overwhelmed and it was all because of his love for her. He could feast upon her for hours if she so wanted, enough to leave his tongue numb and her gasping for mercy.
“Spiiiiike!” She cried out before her thighs surpassed his grip to squeeze his head tightly, entrapping the dragon at her groin while her orgasm crashed into her. A fresh surge of her femcum splashed over his tongue and out onto his maw, several gasps and moans leaving her covered beak while he simply drank it all. But he was far from content to just stop his actions. His nimble tongue worked at her deepest parts, caressing the entrance to her womb in just the right way to make her squawk in surprise and arch her back before squirting again.
He took it all, the squeeze around his skull a pleasure only he enjoyed while Gabby’s body came down from it’s high of ecstasy. She breathed deeply, her face flushed red as he finally was freed from her grip and stood up. No words were truly needed as Spike disrobed, allowing his own length to be free and show itself as ready as he was to claim her. The pointed tip twitched as it was aimed directly at her pink, glistening pussy, and Spike could barely help a light flap of his own wings as he loomed over her.
“Oh, big guy…is all of that for me?” Gabby breathed out as she stared at his cock. Her tongue licking her beak wasn’t missed by his eyes, even as he let his vision roam over her nude form. Every part of her was beautiful to him, from her alluring turquoise eyes to the soft fluff of her chest, to her supple breasts and slim belly. She was entirely his for the taking, her tail waving lightly.
“Mmhmm. C’mere.” Spike stepped closer, tugging on one of her legs to bring her towards the foot of the bed better. She giggled and didn’t resist, the sultry laugh sounding genuine to the dragon’s ears as he sat down on the end of the bed, then hoisted her up into his lap. His cock laid wedged between them, a heated spear of arousal that Gabby ground against slowly while looking at him, her arms draped over his shoulders. “I want to see you ride me.”
“An up close show, huh?” Gabby quipped as she moved a hand down to his chest, then his belly before using a finger to encircle his swollen tip. “...I swear you get bigger every time. Like magic.”
“The only magic in here is you, Gabby.”
“Corny. But I love you more than even corn.”
The pair chuckled before Gabby rose up, using her grip on Spike’s shoulders to lift herself and align him better. Once she had his tip pressed against her soaked cunt, she began to sink down onto him, giving a huff as he penetrated her before moaning lowly while moving further down. Inch after inch of dragon cock filled her, and by halfway, Gabby’s eyes started to open wider as he began to properly stretch her. Spike groaned as well, savoring how she was always so tight around him any time they had sex.
“OhfuckSpike,” Gabby slurred out before whimpering when she finally hilted him inside her, “you feel so good inside me. It’s so good, sweetie.”
Spike only gave a soft growl before kissing her, the griffoness gladly returning it before moaning as he rocked his hips up and down. Every motion let his cock rub and caress her inside, the little nubs and ridges that lined his cock doing their job to stimulate her all the better. It helped Gabby to adjust easier, to prep her for the real ride. But Spike wasn’t content to wait, and used his grip on her middle to start to move her with his motions. It allowed a couple inches to move in and out of her, evoking a cry from Gabby.
“S-Spike!”
“Spike. Want.” He growled, making Gabby laugh before moaning as they began to truly get into it. Using her wings to help lift and move herself, they found a rough rhythm for the griffoness to take as Spike would thrust upwards to meet her downward falls. She was clearing several inches now, and making it loudly known how good it felt as she cried out his name multiple times. Her hands clawed at his back, never hurting him despite her talons but only enticing him with that sting of satisfaction in making her want more.
With a grunt, the dragon got up from the edge of the bed, standing squarely on his own two feet and holding onto Gabby by her rear, the griffoness quick to encircle her legs around his backside for support. It brought more force into the equation, Spike’s thrusts bouncing her up before she’d come back down, their bodies meeting with a satisfying “slap” sound that permeated the room as much as their voices did. Spike couldn’t find the thought to vocalize anything, but let his body do plenty of talking for him.
“S-Spike! Oh! Oh my goddess, Spike! Fuck me! Fuck me, honey!” Gabby let out in his ear as she clung onto him, welcoming his efforts in turning her into his pleasure toy. He could feel sweat on his chest and middle from where her torso rubbed against him, the brush of soft feathers crossing over his scales while she took his cock into her pussy again and again. It was perfect to him, and he began hammering harder upwards into her, feeling her entire being tighten around him.
And then a knock at the door came.
Gabby gasped and her grip slipped a little, but Spike held onto her and kept her from falling. The griffoness’ wings flapped before she settled, her movements slowing despite Spike trying to insist on continuing.
“Who the fuck…” Spike grumbled while Gabby looked over her shoulder at the door. “It’s occupied!”
“I know it’s occupied, because I can hear you two from out here.”
“Scootaloo!” Gabby exclaimed, her face burning at being caught in such an intimate moment. “W-wait! Spike, honey, the door. It’s Scootaloo!”
“Crusaders really never lose their timing.” He muttered before walking towards the door. But unlike Gabby’s expectations, the horny drake didn’t let her down or answer it himself properly. The griffoness found herself pinned against the wall next to the door instead, Spike making use of the wall for support while one of his hands fumbled for the door knob. The door had one of the old school sliding locks on it, allowing the door to only be opened a couple inches before catching. “What?”
Spike spared a look at the pegasus’ face peeking through the door crack, and saw her blush before she turned away. “Sheesh. I’d say put that thing away, but it looks like Gabby has that covered, huh?” She looked back at his face, and then down again. The light of the lobby highlighted where Spike and Gabby’s groins were pressed against one another.
“W-we’re just…taking advantage…ohfuckSpike…of the moment!” Gabby defended. The effect was diminished from how Spike continued to rut her against the wall, her wings splayed out against it in an impressive display. “He’s…really into this!”
“I can tell he’s got a lot of dick…uh, energy yeah.” She huffed. “I’ll keep watch for you two’s sake; they’re doing the men’s portion now out there. So I’m sacrificing eye candy time for you two so you don’t get slapped with public indecency.” Scootaloo’s eyes fell from Gabby’s face to where Spike was continuing to thrust. “...lucky bird.”
“T-thank you!” Gabby panted out. Spike, frankly, didn’t care if anyone did try to press charges because he was too focused on enjoying just how tight Gabby was feeling around him. If he didn’t know better, she was getting more excited from being caught almost.
“Don’t mention it. Just uh, mind your volume. These walls are kinda the cheap type.” Scootaloo said before closing the door. When the latch clicked, Spike redoubled his efforts, making Gabby’s eyes widen before rolling back at the intensity he was rutting her with. Had there been any photos or wall art on the wall she was pressed against, they might very well have fallen off.
“S-Spike! Ooooh! W-what’s gotten…into you!”
Spike huffed, smoke emitting from his nostrils. “You’re so tight, I have to…its too good!”
Gabby reached for him and braced herself better while her hands interlocked on the back of his neck. Now without any distractions, she seemed to double her efforts and was trying to milk him for his seed. Sweat dripped from them both amidst a pool of their mixed fluids on the cheap carpet under them, but all of Spike’s world was just the griffoness before him. Her pleasured visage, her mouth open gasping for air, her supple body bouncing from their combined efforts.
“I love you.” She managed to gasp out before she started breathing rapidly, a moan leaving her as he felt her tighten around him immensely. He gave in then, burying himself in to the hilt within her nethers and unleashing a long pent-up deluge of his cum into her waiting womb. Stuffed so full as she was, it had nowhere to go but there, soon overflowing to the point that Spike could feel her pussy squirt out their combined fluids onto his lap and her thighs. He didn’t mind the mess, and neither did she from the utterly delighted expression on her face.
“It’s so hot inside…your cum’s always so warm…” she mumbled in a daze.
Spike had the sense to carry her back to the bed, extracting her off of his member and letting it dangle in the air for a moment. She gave a light squawk at the feeling before humming in satisfaction when he laid her on her belly. Of course, Spike couldn’t help but note how she positioned herself on all fours, her rear end lifted up and even shimmying slightly. His cock twitched.
“Oh Spikey~...”
“Yes, Gabby?”
“I’m willing to bet there’s some lube in the nightstand…maybe you can use that for one more tight squeeze, if you catch my drift?”
Spike took one look at the appealing, soft butt that she was wiggling playfully while talking to him. He hadn’t really tried anal with Gabby, frankly because he didn’t feel a need to pursue it since she was a fantastic partner already. But the tantalizing offer being dangled was too irresistible for the still horny dragon to ignore.
Opening the nightstand drawer beside the bed, Spike snorted at seeing, indeed, a prepared bottle of lubricant ready to be used.
“And how’d you guess this was here?”
“I heard from some of the regular girls who work here. They mentioned using it on the pole if it was a little dry or rough for me.” Gabby replied. “Of course, I can always use it on a different kind of pole…”
“Well, I’m hardly going to refuse such an invitation if you’re offering…”
Gabby replied with a soft moan as her fingers reached back and caressed her cum-filled pussy, making Spike’s dick twitch again as he took his spot again behind her. A healthy coat of lube was applied over his member from tip to base, giving it a sheen even in the room’s dim lighting. He added a splash of it where her backdoor was, taking just a moment to use one finger to caress her butthole and spread the lube a little better along it. Gabby’s body shivered from his touch before she cooed as his length slapped against her rear end.
“Go easy…at first. Please.” She asked him as her tail flagged to the side. “I’ll need to adjust for you, big guy.”
Spike took hold of her rear with one hand to spread her ass cheeks a little more, his other hand aligning his lubricated tip as it pressed against her backdoor. He pushed, and at first there was resistance. But Gabby took a breath and relaxed, and they both gave a startled sound as his tip slipped into her, penetrating her ass and making the griffoness tense up again. Even with the lube’s help, she was still very tight around him, making the dragon fail to hold back a groan.
“Easy…easy does it…ohgodit’sbigbackthere.” Gabby mumbled as she tried to relax again, rocking her hips back a little and letting another inch sink in.
Despite wanting to ravage the woman beneath him, the sensible side of the dragon held onto the reins of his body and worked with her pace. Little by little, she worked his length into her ass and let herself adjust to the newfound position. Her pussy continued to drip cum down her thighs and onto the bed, while Spike moved carefully for her sake. Once he was halfway in, he applied a little more lube on the rest of himself before beginning to move back and forth.
“Ohh…ohhhh…yes…” Gabby moaned, “...fuck my ass. Fuck me deep, Spike.”
The reins slipped, and Spike pushed deep enough to almost fully sheath himself inside the griffoness. She yelped, but didn’t tell him to stop or resist him. “Y-Yes!” She cried out, prompting him to pull back and start thrusting again. It was slow at first as he made sure to give her time to adjust again, but the griffoness’ lust and his own were begging to cut loose. The wet sounds of his dick sliding in and out of her ass filled their ears, and Spike couldn’t help himself any longer.
“Gabriella…” Spike moaned as he draped his body over hers, one arm reaching around and under to grab one of her breasts while the other braced itself on the bed next to her own arm. His hips began to pound steadily, his balls slapping against her butt and his body moving with hers in a tandem rhythm as she pressed back into him, her back to his chest. He could hear her every breath, every moan, and feel it as much with her so close.
“Spike! Spike! Fuck me, Spike, fuck my ass hard!” She cried out.
She started to push back harder, catching him off guard before he got ahold of her and applied his own power to his thrusts. The steady pace fell into a jackhammer speed, bringing plenty of screams of delight from the griffoness as she took all he had to give. The lube did its job to keep them plenty safe, letting them both express their lust for one another. Time was forgotten; there was only the dragon, and his mate.
This time, it was Spike who wound up hitting his orgasm first. Even with the lube and his size helping to stretch her and make it as comfortable as possible, Gabby’s grip on him was still too pleasurable to withstand for long. He debated trying to pull out, but found the idea next to impossible as he couldn’t resist continuing to hammer away at her. His final few thrusts were deep, and he let loose a heavy grunt before hilting inside her and releasing his load. Gabby tossed her head back and cried out likewise, Spike absently feeling the sensation of wetness hitting his thighs as he continued to blast her ass full of his seed.
He finally did get himself free of her, but only once his load was spent inside the griffoness. Withdrawing slowly, he was able to move his hips just enough to dislodge his cock from her ass and feel it flop against his thigh before the pair collapsed together into a sweaty, orgasmic mess on the bed. His arms refused to let go of her, embracing her to his torso and welcoming the feeling of her feathers and fur against him. She breathed in deep gasps, a light trill of laughter coming from her once she had enough of her wits back.
“I can’t wait until mating season.” She commented.
When the two did finally exit the room, albeit leaving the room in a chaotic mess, they found Scootaloo leaning against the wall close to the door. Her hands were fumbling with her front, but Spike’s nose could pick up a keen smell of arousal that wasn’t Gabby’s or his own. Scootaloo, at his look, only gave a guilty glare as she wiped her hands on her hoodie, her shorts looking a little wet in certain areas.
“Don’t look at me like that. Every girl has needs!”