Purple - Chapter 2

>Everything is in its place for your evening of sin.
>The door to your gaudy, skeezy hotel room is locked, Twilight successfully convinced,
>and, most important, your young, draconic lover is spread out before you,
>like a succulent banquet waiting to be devoured.
>You paid out of your own pocket for the room and his get-up, and you must say,
>Rarity blew it out of the park – his hair gelled into a stylish, swept-back look, adorned at the top with a girly white bow,
>and his tiny arms and feet in matching gloves and stockings of the same color,
>you swear he’s just the cutest little boy you’ve ever laid eyes on. Those hands… that tongue…
>It makes you giddy just thinking about all the fun you’re going to have.
>He’s lying supine on the maroon sheets of the rented bed,
>hands laced behind his head and his tail swishing invitingly between his splayed-out legs,
>done up, of course, with a tiny white bow of its own.
>You saunter over to the bed, giving him a teasing look as you rub your hands sensuously over your own figure.
“What is it, Spike?”
>”Come on… this is embarrassing…”
“But it’s just you and me. Show Anonymous what Spikey Wikey has to offer~”
>He sighs in resignation, and slips his arms underneath his thighs,
>pulling apart his legs even further and revealing his tiny, inviting tail-hole.
>He slides out his serpentine, prehensile tongue, running it along his bare skin,
>until much of his body is a glistening, wet sheen.
>You step onto the bed, and his cold emerald eyes betray every thought running through his mind –
>Have I been good? Am I a pretty little drake?
>You crawl up the bed to his quivering form, and run a single finger up from his belly to his neck,
>torturing the ticklish boy with your ministrations, though he doesn’t dare lift a finger against his Master.
>You desire the submissive dragon's taste, and hold the back of his head,
>plunging your tongue into his mouth and tasting the musky, exotic flavor of his tongue.
>But you’ve got grander plans for your dragon conquest, and pull out before either of you are satisfied.
>Sitting on the bed, you pull off your pants and underwear,
>exposing your stiff human erection to the dry air of the room.
>”D-d’you want me to-“
“What else, Spike?”
>He gulps nervously, and slips out his tongue once more.
>Tentatively touching your throbbing shaft with its tip, you goad him on with a snap of your finger,
>and the wet little muscle is quickly polishing it to a sheen,
>the young drake dutifully servicing you with his very special talent.
>Still, though, you want to feel more – what does the head of a dragon child look like,
>bouncing on the dick of a human like a wanton slut?
>Well, you endeavor to find out, pressing the back of his head onto you and forcing your length into his throat.
>He struggles reflexively, but you hold him there –
“Ah ah ah, little dragon. You’ll have to finish your job before I let you go –
And if you even think about breathing your fire, well, you won’t be leaving here especially happy.”
>He seems to resign himself to his task, closing his eyes and sucking you down as deep  as he can,
>the heavenly texture of his tongue wrapping around it like a tight second membrane.
>His throat does an admirable job of its own, suckling and contracting like a professional,
>and he’s such a talented cocksucker you find yourself close before you’d anticipated –
>seems like it’s time to feed your pet dragon.
>Pulling him off by the scruff of his neck, you rest your head inside his mouth,
>commanding him to suck as hard as he can, while you bring his silk-clad arm up to your length.
>His hand technique is a little clumsier, but still adorable to watch,
>and in no time you’ve reached your peak,
>moaning and cumming into the boy’s mouth as you hold him against your cock,
>spurting jet after jet of sticky semen all over his tongue and cheeks.
“Open your mouth,”[spoiler][/spoiler] [spoiler][/spoiler]>you command when you finish,
>and he obediently reveals his tongue and cheeks to be bathed in your warm, gooey semen.
“Now... drink it for me, Spikey Wikey.”
>He’s very uncomfortable with its taste, but he’ll come around in time –
>the important part is, he gulps it down beautifully,
>not wasting a drop of your semen as the first load of the night slides down into his tummy.
>He’s clearly disgusted, but you reward your pet with a powerful smooch,
>wiping away all those pesky thoughts with the power of your kisses.
“You’ve been a very good little dragon, Spike…”
>Slipping a finger into his mouth, he instinctively sucks, not knowing what you’re planning, but obeying nonetheless.
>Gosh, he’s so perfect.
>Popping out your wet index finger, you slowly reach down between his legs,
>ignoring his limp, leaking penis in its sheath,
>and he gasps as you prod at his tiny, virgin butt.
“Ssshhh… it’s okay, Spike. It’s feel good, I promise.”
>Quaking and welling with tears, he nods, and doesn’t resist as you slip a finger between his folds,
>penetrating him as gently and softly as you can.
>Not far in, you crook your finger upwards, dragging it along his upper wall before –
>wait… there it is. You press against his tiny prostate,
>and he nearly screams, throwing off his bow as his cock rises instantly,
>his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure that only submission can bring.
>You plant a kiss against his forehead and cup your free hand over his mouth,
>wary of his screaming, as you massage his magic button in circles,
>the poor boy’s limbs spasming in the onslaught of sensation.
>Before long, his throbbing penis is clearly on edge, and you uncup his mouth and grab it,
>as your final powerful thrust against his prostate brings him to a blank and mindless climax.
>He didn’t come very much, but the solid ounce or so coating your hand is quite acceptable.
>Taking a final look at the passed-out little form of Spike,
>you raise your palm up to your mouth and drink down your own reward.
>A little meaty for your taste, but absolutely worth it.
Fin