Purple - Chapter 1

>Day λ in Equestria
>You’re chillin’ with your best bro in Ponyville, the sickest, illest,
>most swagnificent pony on the planet, Spike the Dragon.
>Twilight’s library is really rather quiet when she isn’t around to make a ruckus -
>still, the pile of textbooks arranged around the two of you are gonna make her raise a storm if she finds it.
>Just gotta give her some of this high-grade Everfree bud,
>grown direct in your basement  from Zecora’s specifications –
>heat lamp on for twelve hours and off for twelve hours,
>planted in the damp, loamy soil of the Forest’s undergrowth,
>and watered with rainbow extract twice every 24-hour period
>man, this shit’s good shit
>Spike’s claws ain’t the best for packing a bowl, you reckon.
“Lemme take that, little buddy”
>”W-what… I can do it A-Anona, Anonymous”
>He’s just mashing it
“You’re mashin’ it, stop, you’ve never done this before”
>”Oh, and YOU have?”
“Earth had the same sorta thing, Spike, I know what I’m doin’”
>You grab the tiny, glass-blown instrument and stuff another quarter of an ounce into its well
“Gimme a light here, Spike.”
>He blows a tiny jet of magical fire onto it, and you cover the tiny hole and inhale deeply
>Man, everything looks so colorful, but you hold it for a bit too long,
>burning your throat and sending you into a light coughing fit
>”Y-you okay?”
“Yeah uh, yeah… ugh, god, that’s rough. Be careful Spikey.”
>”Hey, don’t call me that!” He snatches the bowl and wears a frown, his cheeks red
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re frustrated, you know”
>Man, he looks so much… purple-er too
>It’s hard to concentrate on any one thing, you feel like you’re thinking through a thick, pink fog
>Sorta like Pinkie Pie’s hair, you think
“Oh shit, we gotta bring Pinkie Pie next time”
>”Woah…” his cute little dragon eyes are bloodshot saucers as he mulls over the possibilities
>You reach for a textbook, sliding it over to your lap and skimming through the pages
>Appropriately enough, it’s a book on… dragon… anatomy?
>Oh boy
>You flip to the reproduction chapter like any responsible student
>Jesus… that’s…
“Woooah… Spike, is this true?”
>He wobbles over to you and his mushy purple face blazes red for a second
>”N… no. I mean, that’s a full grown dragon –“
>And boy is it ever
>You find yourself licking your lips at the hunky slab of meat on display
>”Gimme that!” He snatches the thing from you and closes it
>His little frustrated motions are just the cutest
“Hehehehehe”
>”What?” he asks as he takes in an average drag of the magic plant, and you stare at him in a grin
“Spikey Ikey Wikeeeey~”
>”*COUGH* S-stop it!” he pushes against you as he exhales the lungful of smoke,
>toppling you over in your present state of mind, but you take the chance to hoist him up onto your chest
>As he sits on you, you take the chance to stare deeply into his eyes,
>gazing into their ruddy-green depths as he quietly returns your look.
>You can feel that this is different, and you raise a hand to stroke his bushy green mohawk,
>petting the tiny dragon as he dumbly submits to your touching,
>just as unsure as you are of what any of it means for the both of you
>”U-um… Anon… what’re you doing…” his voice isn’t suspicious or worried, though.
>Just… curious. Inquisitive. You just stroke your little bro’s hair,
>its springy green spikes making a ‘boing’ sound as they snap back into place when you leave them
>Must use some high-grade dragon mousse, either that or hair styles are genetic.
“You’re such a cutie patootie, you know that, Spike?”
>He’s as red as ever, but not the least bit frightened by your rather strange compliments.
>If he is, he’s certainly not doing the responsible thing of running away
>You decide to test him, drawing the palm of your hand up along his grayish-tan underbelly.
>You continue staring into his eyes as he brings his hands up to his mouth bites his claws at your rubbing,
>not struggling or even saying a word.
>You both may be higher than Celestia’s sun, but the little dragon’s submissive streak is undeniable.
“Spike.”
>”Y-yes?”
“Promise not to tell Twilight about this?”
>”I promise, Anon…”, he mutters, and you give his belly button a playful little tickle in response.
>You hoist yourself up and position the two of you against a wall,
>Spike sitting on your lap as you sit on the ground with your legs splayed outward.
>You grab his tiny hips, and he keeps his hands clutched up to his face like a cute little puppy.
“Show Anonymous what that little dragon tongue feels like.”
>”B-but I was waiting for Rari-“
>You take the moment to steal your kiss, forcing your tongue into Spike’s mouth,
>and though he’s momentarily stunned, he soon submits fully,
>wrapping his long, serpentine tongue around yours in all sorts of fun new ways.
>It’s too bad his first kiss has to be mutually stoned. Oh well. He DID get to kiss a human,
>and for you, the experience of dealing with fangs is a delight all its own,
>though his lips are nothing to write home about.
>You sit there, making out with the young creature for what feels like an hour,
>though on drug-and-kissing time, it really could’ve been any duration.
>Still, your responsible part breaks through the fog of intoxication and arousal to suggest you conclude your fun.
>As you uncoil your tongues and remove yourself from his mouth,
>Spike pants quite visibly, shaken and confused at this new revelation about himself.
>You rub his hair and peck his cheek as he blankly processes this turn of events, saying
“Try to keep up the act around Rarity. Wouldn’t want the mares to suspect anything.”
>You tidy up the library, hiding your product and paraphernalia,
>and rearranging all the books as best you can. Before you leave, you turn to Spike,
>still sitting around idly in the afterglow of your kiss.
“Make sure to brush your teeth, and try to be in bed before Twilight gets back, just to be safe.”
>He nods vacantly, and you smile in delight.
“See ya, Spikey Wikey.”