Spike-y Feels

>You are Anon
>You’re travelling to the market to fetch ingredients for one of Twilight’s experiments
>She sent her faithful dragon protégée, Spike, with you
>You don’t mind him, even with his twelve year old intellect and humor
>Maybe if he spends enough time with you he’ll learn a thing or two about not being a fucking putts
>He’s being unusually quiet
“So, Spike, what’s up?”
>Your inquiry has no effect on him
>He lets out a sigh as he kicks a pebble in the road
“You like living in the new castle?”
>He shrugs and mummers something under his breath, kicking the rock again
>You reach the market and buy the necessary good
>You carry the entirety of the small burden
>You don’t know what’s bothering the kid, but you feels bad for him
>You can’t hold yourself anymore
“Hey, what’s the matter, buddy? You know you can tell me anything.”
>”Anon, you ever just feel like you don’t know who you really are?”
>The question catches you off guard
“I, uh, I guess I’ve had that feeling before.”
>”It’s just that… nah, forget it.”
“Spike…”
>“It’s just I have no idea who I am, I mean who I REALLY am. I don’t know how to describe it, ya’know?”
“Yeah kid, I know the feel.”
>You arrive at the Ponyville Castle and drop off the materials
>As you’re about to leave you got to Spike and drop to one knee, placing a hand on his shoulder
“Spike, if you ever need anything or need someone to talk to just come see me, alright?”
>He nods and gives you a gentle smile
>You take your leave from the palace and head to you home near the town square
>You enter your humble abode and flop yourself onto the couch, drifting into a well-deserved nap
>You are awoken by a rapping at your door
>Tis some visitor rapping at your chamber door
>Merely this and nothing more
>You pick your head up from the sofa cushion
>A small bit of drool hangs from your chin
>You use your shirt to wipe it as you step towards the door
>Everyone knows you’re a bit of a slob so you don’t care
>Another round of knocks makes you pick up the pace
>You grab the knob and swing the door open
>At first it seems like no one is there, but you look down
>The purple dragon stands before you, the same sad expression on his face
>He clutches a scroll tightly in his little claws
“Hey Spike, is something wrong?”
>Without looking up at you he nods
“Come on in.”
>He steps past you and into your home
>He climbs up onto your couch and you sit in the chair adjacent
“So what’s going on? Did something happen?”
>”No… Remember what I said to you this morning?”
>You shift yourself forward, propping your elbows on your knees
“Yeah.”
>”Well, I, uh… here, just read this.”

>He hands you the scroll and you unravel it. It reads:
Dear Spike,
I’m glad that you contacted me about this, but sad to see that you’re doing this behind Twilights back. It’s not safe for someone to do this alone. Please look for someone who you can trust to help you. I don’t want to see you get hurt. The next Dragon migration will happen in two months, I’m sure what you’re looking for will be there. I will be able to get Twilight away from Ponyville the week of the migration and no longer. This is the least I can do to repay the brave dragon the saved the Crystal Empire. Be safe my friend.
Best of luck,
Princess Celestia
>You refold the note
“Why do you want to know about the dragon migration?”
>”Because my parents might be there.”
>Your head snaps up to look at the dragon
>”And I want you to be the one to help me look.”
>Your jaw drops
“S-Spike, this is a little heavy. Don’t you want someone that actually knows about dragons and can help you?”
>”The only other people that could help are the other elements, and if I ask them they’ll just tell Twi.”
>”Spike, I don’t know…
>He looks up at you
>His eyes twinkle with hope… hope in you
>God damn it
>You let out a sigh and smile at him
“Fine’ I’ll help you.”
>A wide smile cracks across his face
>He jumps from the couch and repeats ‘thank you’ at least thirty times
>He hugs your leg before running out the door


>You sluggishly make your way through the thick brush
>You have been traveling for three days following the dragons’ movements
>Everything about you feels dirty. You’ve never gone this long without a shower
>Spike tails behind you, seeming to embrace the dirt
>You finally penetrate through the flora
>In front of you a near vertical slab of bedrock shots into the sky
>High above the stone, dragons circle a column of black smoke
>You feel a small sense of accomplishment for reaching the volcano. Too bad it’s overcome by the sense of dread that you now need to scale it.
>You look at you serpent comrade who is already begun his ascent
>Nothing can overcome his will at this point
>He has been focused on nothing but his task for the entirety of the trip
>Damn his bubbly attitude and his determined spirit, you would have given up by now if it weren’t for them
>You find a foothold and join your companion on the climb

>You reach the top after about an hour
>You pulls yourself onto the brim of the magma pit
>Your dragon compatriot is waiting for you and scanning the pit
>Your fatigued and on the verge of collapse, not even able to bring yourself to your feet
>You drag yourself to Spike’s side
>You begin to drift into sleep, but you snap back as spike shakes you
>He extends and arm, pointing
>You shift your body to look in the direction
>He was pointing at a dragon, more slender than the other adults
>You squint to see through the red glow of magma
>It’s was a she guessing by body type and the eyelashes
>Cartoon logic never fails you
>She had the same colors as Spike, purple body with green spines and underbelly
>You can tell Spike was giddy with excitement, waiting for you go ahead
“Go get ‘er, tiger.”
>He practically jumps the brim of the volcano and sprints towards her
>You rest you head on the heated rock
>You just gonna rest your eyes, you’ll be ready when he comes back
>”LEAVE!”
>The voice shake the entire mountain, waking you up
>You must have not been out long because Spike was still talking to his, what you are guessing was, his mother
>But something’s wrong
>Spike’s arms are dropping at his sides and his legs are wobbling
>He collapses to his knees
>Seeing this you spring into action, sliding down the lip of the volcano
>You hit the bottom and nearly lose your balance
>The heat was overwhelming and making you head spin
>You manage your way over to the young dragon
>He was silently sobbing, his tears evaporating before the even hit the ground
>Once he notices you he stands, turning his back on his mother
>”Let’s go.”
“Spike, what happened?”
>Hearing your voice the dragoness turns her attention towards you
>”Ah, you must be the keeper of this little whelp.”
>You turn to her
“Excuse me?”
>”You should have never let this bastard come here.”
“What did you say?”
>You don’t know whether it the heat, the fatigue, or the rising anger, but your mind is having trouble processing this
>”Take him away from here and out of my sight.”
“Excuse me, bitch, but he’s your son.”
>She laughs at that
>”Son? HA, I never had any children that survived egghood.”
“Look at him and tell me he’s not your son!”
>”Look at him. He doesn’t even have any wings. He’s defective. That’s why I threw the egg away. He was never meant to survive.”
>You clench your fists, your rage about to boil over
>”Now get that worthless pile of refuse out of my sight.”
>That pushed you over the edge
>For all the things Spike was, none of them are worthless

“You listen here you stupid cunt, Spike is more useful than your giant ass will ever be! Back home he has a loving family and friends, something you would never be able to provide for him, you… you…”
>Without thinking you cock your arm back and swing it forward, full force.
>It connects with the dragoness’s snout, having little effect
>It probably hurt your hand more than her face
>She opens her giant mouth and lets out a primal roar
>The sear volume of it is too much for your body to handle, causing you eardrums to pop
>You visons becomes fuzzy as you begin to lose your balance
>Hot blood runs down your head and dries nearly instantaneously due to the head
>All you hear is ringing and all you see is a mass of purple and green
>Something large strikes your side and lifts you off the ground, sending you into the wall of the volcano
>You collide hard with the rock, sending pain shooting through your whole body
>You find it difficult to take a full breath without pain
>Blood fills your mouth and spills out between your teeth
>You visions has cleared up a little allowing you to see the frantic Spike come to your side
>He looks like he’s saying something
>Tears are running down his cheeks
>All you can do is look at him
>You close your eyes and the let black abyss of unconsciousness wash over you

>Your eyes flicker open
>You look around, examining your new surroundings
>It appears that you’re back in the thick bush at the base of the volcano
>How the hell did you get down here?
>Spike is pressed up against a tree looking towards the sky
>He seems… bigger
>You try pushing yourself to your feet
>You groan as pain flashes through your body and you collapse, causing even more pain
>Hearing this Spike turns his attention to you, coming to your side
“Spike… How…”
>He puts a warm hand over your mouth, silencing you
>”You gotta be quiet Anon.”
>A strong gust of wind rushes through the forest, ripping leaves from their respective branches
>You look towards the sky
>A large figure flights above the brush, shadowed by the setting sun
>Its mighty roar shakes the earth itself
>After a few tense seconds Spike remove his hand
“Spike, how… did we get down here?”
>Completely ignoring you Spike rummages through a bag and pulls out a small medical kit
>He pulls some medical tape and a splint from it
>He comes back over to you and holds his forearm in front of your face
>”Bite down, this is gonna hurt.”
“What?”
>”I’m going to place the bone in your arm, now bite down.”
>You look at your arm
>You can visible see the broken bone pressing up against the skin
>You gently place you teeth on the dragon’s scaly arm, not wanting to hurt him
>He begins the operation, yanking your arm and stretching you flesh to get the bone in place
>You bite down more and more until you puncture the dragon’s skin
>His blood flows into your mouth
>You screaming is preventing it from going down your throat
>The pain begins to become too much for you and you are once again dragged into unconsciousness

>Your eyes flash open and flash around your surroundings
>It’s the dead of night and you haven’t moved
>Everything is silent and tranquil
>You feel overcome by warmth
>You’re wrapped up tightly in a blanket, special care being taken to ease your pain
>But where’s Spike?
>A sense of dread comes over you as you frantically look for you friend in the darkness of the woods
>You cock your head to find him lying next to you, fast asleep
>He is pulled close to your body, resting his head on your shoulder
>His arm is resting on you bandaged chest, gauss wrapped around the wound you inflicted on him earlier
>You shift you uninjured arm and place it around his shoulders, pulling him close
>He nuzzles his head against your chest
>Small bits of pain shot through your body as he does, but you don’t mind
>You can’t help but smile at the kid
>His boyish charms are starting to get to you
>You close your eyes and happily welcome sleep again


>Pain rocket through you battered body
>You let out a scream before you even open your eyes
>You are only able to crack your eyes open slightly because of your agony
>You see the back of Spike’s head, his spines forced flat to his back
>He is carrying you on his back, holding your legs
>He’s running full speed through the brush, weaving in and out of trees
>With each step your body bounces, send more pain pulsing through you
>He frantically looks back
>His gaze meets yours and for a second all your pain dissipates
>The second passes all too quickly
>You let out another scream of pain, tears welling up in your ears
>You hear that telltale dragon roar close behind you
>You look back to see Spike’s mother flying just above the tree canopy
>Spike makes a drastic change in direction, trying to lose her
>You see an opening in the foliage draw closer
>But all your hopes of escape were crushed when the dragoness landed in the opening
>Spike skids to a halt, gasping for breath
>He gently places you on the ground and takes a defensive stance
>You attempt to push yourself to your feet, but find it impossible
>You don’t have any feeling in your legs
>The dragoness opens her gapping maw
>A spiral of red fire shots out
>Spike drops to his knees in front of you, putting his hands in front of his face
>The fire hits him and splits around you
>He’s protecting you
>You see he is being pushed back and is having trouble keeping his footing
>Through the intense heat you drag yourself and prop up against his back, giving him support

>It feels like an eternity before the fire dies out and the dragoness take a mighty inhale
>Spike wobbles back to his feet
>He takes a deep breath and unleashes everything he has
>A massive column of green fire sprouts from the young dragon’s mouth and strikes his mother
>The force of the flame pushes her back, if only slightly
>Spike breath dies out much more quickly than his parental adversary
>Spike collapses to his knees, taking deep breaths
>The mother looks unsure of what to do next
>She looks at her rejected son, than to you
>She scoffs and, with a flap of her massive wings, takes to the skies
>Spike begins to cry loudly
>Wait, no, he was laughing
>He started laughing like a fucking psychopath
>You try to get to your feet again, and once again fail
“Spike?”
>He is snapped back to reality and turns towards you
>One of his eyes was completely charred
“Spike, why can’t I feel my legs?”
>He starts towards you
“Anon…”
>Tears well up in your eyes
>You already know the answer, but you have to hear it
>”Why can’t I feel my legs!?”
>As he gets close you grab him by the neck and pull him so close you can feel his breath
“Tell me!”
>Tears flow from his one good eye
>”I didn’t want to be the one to tell you… You spine is broken, just below the diaphragm. I don’t know how sever it is, but you… you’ll probably never walk again.”
>You knew it
>You release Spike and let you head hit the dirt, sobbing uncontrollable
“You should have just left me to die…”
>It was Spike turn to grab you by the throat
>He picks you up and props you one you knees
>He lifts a claw into the air and brings it down, smacking you across the face
>”I couldn’t Anon, you’re my friend, I’m nothing without you, I NEED you!”

>You look up at you battered and beaten friend, his body is worn and tired, yet his spirit was never broken until you were
>With tears still streaming down your face you smile at him, even chuckling a bit
>”What?”
“You came all this way and went through this much, just to find out if you love me?”
>”WHAT?”
>His face explodes into the deepest shade of red
“Come on, help me up.”
>Spike does as he’s told and props you on his shoulder
>Without warning you grab his head and bring it to yours, locking your lips together
>He doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss
>You pull away and wrap your hands around his shoulders. Bringing yourself to his ear, you whisper,
“I love you too.”
>You smile at each other, your tears of pain and sadness replaced with those of joy
“Let’s head home.”
>Spike hikes you up on his back and the two of you begin your long trek back to Ponyville

>You awake to the sunlight of the early morning
>The soft colored walls of the small cabin are a nice change of pace from what you’ve been waking up to
>You lift yourself with you uninjured arm to a sitting position
>You swing your feet over the side of the bed
>It’s worth another try
>You put some weight on your legs
>So far so good
>You trying to push yourself off the bed and attempt to stand
>You lose balance and fall to the hardwood floor, catching yourself
>You let out a frustrated grunt as you prop yourself up
>To hear the door creak open
>”Anon, are you okay?”
>Fluttershy sticks her head through the door and, seeing you on the floor, rushes to your side
>She helps you back into bed
>”Anon, you shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“I know, Fluttershy.”
>The yellow Pegasus smiles at you and you can’t help but to smile back
>Trotting out of the room she asks you if you need anything, which you politely decline
>She’s already done enough for you

>After the ordeal you had with Spike he dragged you to Fluttershy’s cabin
>Seeing as you were both ‘uncommon’ creatures in Equestria the hospital would have done fuck all for you
>She treated your wounds and is letting you stay there until you get better, even letting you stay in her bed
>Spike only had minor injuries, so he was back home with Twilight, although he visited you every day
>You hear a knock at the front door and some voices
>The door to the bedroom swings open and Pinkie and Rainbow come in
>The both give you gentle hugs and ask how you are doing
>Ponies have been visiting you one and off sense they heard the news
>After a few minutes Spike walks in pushing a wheelchair
>A medical eye patch is stretched over his busted eye
>He smile at you and yawns
>He looks extremely tired and worn down
>He’s been spending all day and all night reading through the vast library, looking for a way to fix you back
>Sadly he’s found nothing so far
>Without warning he places you in the chair with the help of Pinkie and RD
>You look to Fluttershy for her objection, but she just waves goodbye as you exit the cabin

>You arrive at the entrance of the Ponyville castle
>Spike wheels you and at leads you to the library
>Thankfully it was on the ground floor
>You enter and see Princess Twilight flipping through an old, dusty book
>”Ah, Anon…”
>With a flap of her wings she lifted herself over the table
>She landed softly in front of you
>”I assume you know why you’re here, correct.”
“Actually, I have no idea.”
>”Oh… Well, you remember the Breezie event, right?”
>You remember it quiet clearly, especially that it was all Spike’s fault
>You look up at him with the plans to fake shame him, but he seems to be in a world of his own, on that dreams of sleep
“Yeah, I remember, why?”
>”You remember the spell that transformed me and the girls into Breezies?”
“Yes, come on with it Twi.”
>”Well, I think that spell might be able to help you… at a cost.”
“What’s the cost?”
>”You can never go back to human again.”
“Why not?”
>She floats the book over to her and flips a couple pages
>”The spell transforms you into any nearby creature and, because of this, I think it can fix your back. Because of the transformation it realigns your body to make it into the one which you desire. But I don’t have a human vector to base a reverse transformation off of and I would need to study your anatomy for months to be able to do it out of memory.”
>You slump in you wheelchair, mulling it over in your brain
>You love your body, no matter how broken it is
>On the other hand, you can’t do anything with it in this condition
>You regain you composure and lean forward, getting Twi’s attention
“Yes, I want to change, but…”
>She leans in
“I want to be a dragon… like Spike.”


>Hearing his name Spike perks up
>Twilight’s horn begins to glow
>”Are you sure that’s what you want?”
>You give a confident nod
>You’re lifter from your seat and surrounded in an aura of lavender light
>You feel your body begin to shift and change
>There is a feeling of relief with the magic
>The transformation only lasts a few seconds
>The spell breaks and you land back first on the floor
>Both Spike and Twilight watch eagerly as you roll over and push yourself up
>You got on one knee, than the other, than a foot, and the other
>You are once again able to stand amongst you’re friends
>Spike throws his arms around your new body and Twilight jumps around, repeating ‘YES’
>You are about the same size and the scale have taken on the color of your skin
>You notice the snout now protruding from your face and the tail drooped between your legs
>While Twi was still jumping around, you lean over to spike
“Seeing as my lower half works now, wanna come back to my place and try it out?”
>Spike face become red as he smirks and nods
>”Twi, I’m going to hang out with Anon at his house, don’t wait up.”
>She didn’t even notice he said anything, still wrapped up in her magical success

>You and Spike a kissing before you even enter the front door
>Your forked tongue intertwining in each other’s mouths
>You swing the door open and playfully throw Spike onto the couch
>You climb on top of him and once again lock lips
>He flips you over and mounts you, grinding against you pelvis
>Because he isn’t wearing any clothes you can see his aroused dick start to peek out from between his scale
>You place a hand on his peck and slide it down his smooth, scaly frame
>You play with the tip until the rest of his cock slides out of its sheath
>It’s much bigger than you expect
>You take it in your hands and begin to stroke
>He moans loudly
>You remember that he’s probably still a virgin
>You look up at him with a half lidded gaze, not taking your hand of his glorious meat
“Wanna take this to the bedroom?”
>He nods, biting his bottom lip

>You process to you bedroom and crawl under your sheets, Spike following close behind
>You lay Spike flat on his back and lay beside him, once again taking his erect cock in your hand again
>You thrust your tongue into his mouth as you begin to gently stroke
>He moans more and more as your stroke become more frequent
>By the sounds he’s making you can tell he’s close
>With a few final stroke, cum spirts from his cock
>You Angle it do that the cum shoots onto his stomach and chest, some landing on you
>As the last bit trickles out you run your finger through the sweet nectar and take a selfish lick
>His diet of fruit and vegies is certainly percent in the sweet tasting semen
>You can’t get enough, so much so that you run your tongue along his body to get another mouth full
>You swallow graciously and look at your lover
>His eyes are close as he gently rest his head on your pillow
“Spike?”
>Your voice is soft, not wanting to ruin his first sexual experience
>He doesn’t reply
“Spike?”
>This time you are much louder
>You place a hand on him and shake him slightly
>He begins to snore
>You smile at the cuteness of it and place your head on his chest
>You’ll finish what you started when you get up

>You sit up in your bed and stretch
>A shallow dip is left where Spike once was
>The smell of cooking food catches your nose
>You enjoy the feeling of being able to stand on your own as travel out of your bedroom
>You walk to you kitchen to find Spike putting a tray of cookies in the oven while removing another
>He was wearing a pink apron Rarity gave to you as a birthday present
>You wear it a lot more than you’d like to admit
>You walk up behind him and kiss him on the neck
>He jumps, nearly dropping the cookies
>Once he realizes it you he turns and kisses you
>”Sorry, I saw the mix in your pantry and just couldn’t resist.”
“I don’t mind,”
>You run your hands along his body to his hips
“Now where were we?”
>You run a hand against his inner thigh as you grind against him
>Your new cock begins to poke through your scales
>You feel Spike’s manhood grow with you touch
>You place a hand on his soft ass and squeeze, enjoying the feeling of the smooth scales
>In no time you’re completely erect
>You grab his hips and pull them away from the over while he keeps his hands on it for support
>You grab his tail and place it over your shoulder, allowing you access to his virgin butthole
>You press the point of your reptilian cock against his sphincter
>You prod at it a bit, with each one a moan from Spike
“Are you ready?”
>”Y-yes…”

>You slowly push it in, causing Spike to squeal
>You battle the resistance from the tight hole as you plunge deeper
>With each added inch Spike’s walls squeeze around you
>With one more push you reach your limit, unable to insert anymore into his ass
>You’re already panting like a dog as you begin to rhythmically move your hips back and forth
>You start off slowly, nut you increase your speed as you continue
>Spike moans and scream, begging for more of your cock
>You gladly indulge him, grabbing his shoulder and plunging yourself to new depths
>He makes the same sounds as he did before, telling you he’s about to cum
>You give three hard thrusts that push him over the edge
>His cum sprays onto the inside of the apron and drip down onto the floor
>too bad you aren’t even close
>You don’t let up on your thrusting, even though Spike is worn out
>His moist walls grip your cock as you move your cock around
>He complains about being sore and tender, but you still don’t let up
>He’s cum twice, now it’s your turn
>After a few more thrusts it appears he’s hard again and enjoying you presence inside him once more
>You feel yourself drawing close to your end
>You reach around and strike Spike’s cock in the rhythm of your thrusts
“Let’s cum together.”
>You increase the speed of your thrusts as well as your stokes
>You draw closer and closer with each pump of your hips
>You hold out, waiting for Spike
>You hear is tale tell moans and that signals you to release
>You cock throbs as you unleash your seed into the young dragon’s rectum
>He bust another load into the apron
>You leave yourself in until the last drop of cum has left you cock
>As you pull out your seed spills from his asshole onto the floor
>You both take a moment to catch your breath



>The built-in timer of the oven dings and Spike doesn’t miss a beat to take the cookies out
>You grab a piping hot one off the sheet and hold it in your fire-resistant claw
>You reach a hand inside of the apron and get a fingerful of cum, then spread it over the cookie like icing
>You bite down on one end of it, holding the other one out for Spike
>He bites into it and you both work your way to the middle where you lock lips
>You swap the cum and cookie between your mouths before taking your respective shares and swallowing
>You walk over to the couch and sit, Spike joining you
>He cuddles up to you, nuzzling his head against your arm
>You put your arm around him and hold him close
>”So, do you regret you decision at all?”
>You can tell he was being coy
“You know I don’t.”
>You pull him closer and his rests his head on your lap
>”I love you, Anon.”
“I love you too, Spike.”