Spike was confused as to what his priorities were. Was he looking to fuck Fluttershy or simply be with her? Would his rumbling chest quieten after a single passionate display, or would it only roar louder, wanting more and more until there was nothing left to give? Did he even have a limit?

The conversation with Twilight had helped in giving him confidence, but handling a situation this delicate with a mare so fragile had to be done carefully; even if he had a plan, it didn't mean that the execution would automatically be smooth and that everything would work out just how he wanted.

Still, he had a few hours to himself, so he sat and thought through each separate scenario as it presented itself. Some of them were, well, juicier than others, and he had to keep his mind off of his longing to screw her as best he could, but he managed to come up with a few ways in which she might react, how he might tell her, words he might use to usher in the conversation, things like that.

Twilight's comments rang in his mind and the idea that Fluttershy wanted him to be how he was left him conflicted. Surely it could only hurt her in the long run, and above anything, there was no guarantee that that was actually true, so he needed to shelf that assumption, but definitely keep it in mind. Still, it threw his game plan for a spin.

No, Spike knew Fluttershy well enough to know that she would appreciate tact, honesty, and Spike's gentle nature above everything else, so that was what he would attempt to bring to her. He screwed up a piece of paper he had been scribbling on, writing possible openers or ways to broach the topic that might come across well. He didn't need it, not really. If he went to Fluttershy with something on a script, something engineered, would it really be authentic? Would it really be him?

If there was one thing Spike could do for her, it was being himself in her presence, no matter the situation. If that meant he had to wing it and dive in, no matter how nervousness clutched at his belly from the thought, so be it, that's what he would do. He threw the paper into the bin, watching as it rolled around the edges and then fell, rattling against the can. Hopefully, things would be that easy with Fluttershy, one fluid leap and a score.

He had managed to bring his shakes under control by now. Calm radiated throughout his body, knowing that he was preparing for something monumental, something that would define his relationship with Fluttershy, that would mark a new moment in their lives after eight whole years of knowing one another, that could take them to another level or send them careening away from one another.

It didn't matter anymore. Keeping himself contained surely didn't mean skipping out on the things that he wanted, and it was a shame that it was Twilight who had needed to tell him that. He wanted Fluttershy, and he knew it. If he didn't venture forth and at least attempt to share that feeling, to capture his interests, how would he ever benefit? He wouldn't, he would stagnate and become increasingly pessimistic and repressed, rain would fall on him and he would neglect to wipe it away or seek shelter.

He needed those things. He needed comfort, he needed passion, he needed Fluttershy. He needed most of all to stop worrying about how he might hurt her and start thinking about what he could do to prevent that while still making things function between them. Communication was the first step, and as the sun drifted through the sky he knew the time of his meeting was beginning to draw close—it was now or never.

He left his bedroom, walking through the corridors of the crystal castle, not pausing to admire the aesthetics. His brain was focused on one thing and one thing alone, the purpose of his excursion, the purpose of his fear and worry, the thing that had kept him awake at night, that had made him feel strange and wrong for so long... now was the time to face it.

One foot in front of the other he walked, out of the door and into the afternoon light, his scales feeling the warmth of the sun's beam against them as he took off in the direction of Fluttershy's cottage. No detours, no scenic routes, he was going there right now. The warmth he felt was nothing compared to what glowed inside, twisting and mutating with each consideration as he strove to keep it under wraps.

But it didn't matter what he felt. All of it was a limitation, a barrier he needed to burst through if he was ever to find happiness. He passed through the village, the sounds of nature around him bouncing off of his ears and only finding refuge in his mind for milliseconds, forgotten murmurs of wildlife and activity, inconsequential in the heat of the moment.

Truthfully, he could have been anywhere right now and he would have felt the same way. Distractions were his trade, deflections his tools, and now that he had finally removed that limitation, he could feel his emotions for what they truly were, a swirling torrent of lust in his chest, offset by a fledgling wish for happiness, one that hoped to see the light of day and thrive in its fulfillment.

He would engulf his wants in flame, searing conviction into his mind and willing himself onwards, beseeching himself to do as he was meant to. Fuck making sense, fuck understanding himself. Most of all, fuck fear. If he wanted something, he would try for it, he wouldn't talk about it, he wouldn't consider it, he would try, and if it didn't work? At least he had shown the bravery to reach out for it.

Too long spent considering the consequences of his actions, too much thought given to the voice in the back of his mind, his lingering doubt and worry. He was his own dragon, and Fluttershy was her own mare. He was not controlled by his thoughts, it was the opposite. A small smile began to pull its way up Spike's face as he realised the simplicity of the situation, something he had spent years struggling to grasp.

Perhaps it wasn't really that simple. It might have been true that there was little he could do to offset his nature, but he wouldn't let it limit him, he wouldn't be afraid of who he was. Feeling adrenaline beginning to course through his muscles, iron pumping through his body as he increased his pace, he saw Fluttershy's cottage in the distance, his destination nearing.

He had known her for almost half of his life, why would he ever be afraid? A mare as loving and kind as her, as beautiful and sweet, how could he ever be afraid? Spike felt something inside him beginning to surface, something dissimilar to the pain and dread he had wrestled with over the last day, something that almost felt alien for how out of place it was: excitement.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to tell her exactly how he felt, and above all, he was fine with it. He didn't feel as if he should be caged for having emotions, as if he would unleash something terrible if he simply laid his thoughts bare—for the first time in years, Spike felt truly self-assured.

The feeling was short-lived, beginning to wane as he approached her doorstep. It was still there, drowning out his fear enough to keep him from running away, but he knew that psyching himself up in such a manner was a superficial solution at best and that he had to respect the gravity of the situation as much as he'd like to just say to himself 'you've got this'.

Looking to the garden, he noticed there was at least twice the usual number of animals running around outside, all of them excitable and quick to scurry around him as he approached. He waded around the sea of small critters as best he could, taking care not to stand on any of them, and as he approached the front door, they finally relented in their charge, running back to the garden as if nothing had happened.

That was strange. Spike couldn't remember a time when Fluttershy's animals had paid him that much attention, but he didn't give it too much thought. Looking back in front of him, there was dark, solid wood a few inches from his face; Spike suppressed a gulp. "Time to knock, I guess," he said, attempting to hype himself up as he teetered on his feet, his arm outstretching but his claws not tapping against the door no matter how he willed them to.

Glaring at his hand, he fought back a growl. "Seriously, Spike, it's a door," he muttered, conjuring any incentive he could to get the ball rolling and actually knock. The reminder that he would see Fluttershy's gorgeous face when she opened up was enough to motivate him, producing a short series of light taps as he stood in place, his body rigid. Looking back at his hand, he nodded his head. That was good, it was gentle. He could do this.

He heard the shuffling of hooves from inside and began to brace himself, tensing his muscles and becoming conscious of his breath, softly releasing his mental grip as his improvised meditation began to take hold. It was the only bit of preparation he was going to get, and when the door swung open, he realised that he really had needed it.

Fluttershy stood with her mane tied up in a ponytail. Spike had never seen that before, ever. Spike's penis was also new to this look, and already he could feel himself having to urge it to retract as his belly roared in sudden interest. Why was her mane styled like that? Focus, Spike. "Hey, Fluttershy," he said, noticing that she had yet to speak, logging the information in his mind as if it might be important later. He had no idea what he was doing.

"Hello, Spike," she smiled in her charming way, stepping backwards as she did to allow him entry, daintily backpedalling away from the door with light movements, the tips of her hooves bouncing against the floor. "I'm glad you could make it on time," she continued, her voice soft honey as it tickled Spike's eardrums, urging him inside. "In fact, I think you're a little early," she giggled, glancing at a nearby clock, the hands pointing in opposite directions. "It's a quarter to three... Eager?" she grinned, prodding him with an intrusive look.

"E-eager?" he mumbled out, unsure of the implications of her words. Was she asking him if he wanted to be there, or did she have a veiled hidden meaning for him to decipher? Spike felt as if he was reading into everything, as if he was Twilight trying to analyse a text for a report, and it hurt his head as much as Fluttershy's form confused and excited him, her fur more vibrant than it was yesterday, floofing out as his eyes trailed down her forelegs.

It was there that he eyed the bracelet that he placed on her yesterday, and it didn't seem to have moved an inch. "Eager to catch up!" she explained, her tail twirling like a streamer as she turned, almost brushing past him as she began to lead him into the living room. Maybe she was just this friendly with everyone, maybe she was so innocent and cheerful that she didn't even realise how misleading everything from her tone to her words to her mannerisms could be, maybe Spike was just looking to see things that weren't there...

He looked up at her, finding her gazing back at him with half-lidded eyes as her tail swung to and fro like a pendulum, brushing against sections of her plot like a thick, teasing brush. Okay, no, Spike called bullshit. There was no way she wasn't at least partially doing this to him on purpose.

And it was definitely working. Spike could feel that familiar feeling inside him beginning to come up again, the flames stoked by the soft motions of Fluttershy's body as she languorously lazed her way around her cottage, somehow managing to exude elegance even with the smallest of movements. The siren call of her ass could charm fish into drowning, so there was no way that Spike wasn't following it for better or worse. Probably worse, but did he really care at this point? Staring at her body seemed to have a habit of impeding his judgment, he realised.

"Coming, Spike?" she smirked, looking over her shoulder to find him rooted in place.

"Y-yeah, sure." Spike cleared his throat, willing away the worry caught in it as he walked through the cottage, back to the seat he had occupied when he was last there, only to find that said seat had the cushions taken off of it, leaving it bare and impossible to sit on. "What happened?" Spike asked, gesturing to the naked seat.

"Spilt something on it," Fluttershy commented, softly humming to herself as she walked to the only other seat in the room, the sofa she had laid on last time. Thinking back to how the two of them had been sat with only a cushion separating them last time, Spike wondered if he had been the one to spill something on it, or perhaps it was both of them.

Still, this left a pretty big dilemma. There Fluttershy was, her form taking up half of the sofa as she leaned back on it, looking at Spike as if to say 'why are you still standing up?'. He could feel his scales beginning to perspire, the heat of the room roaring against the relatively cool spring day, and again he had to wonder just how much of the feeling was internal.

It was baking in the room, and the heat seemed to emanate off of Fluttershy just as much as it did his own body, but where else was there for him to sit? Bowing his head, trying not to look at her, he took a seat on the sofa, trying to angle himself as far away from her as he could, but in his haste his tail brushed against her hind leg, trailing up it as it slowly pulled her fur up. She gasped at the contact, looking up at him with slight shock in her luminescent eyes.

"Sorry," Spike panted, reaching a hand out to retract his tail, but Fluttershy stayed him with a hoof, shifting closer.

"It's fine," she sighed with a dainty inhale. "Make yourself comfortable."

Feeling as if he had pressure on him to loosen up, Spike did so, finding that the sofa was increasingly constricting as he tried to laze into it, the way it dipped into the centre seeming to angle him more towards Fluttershy until he couldn't help but look at her, laid with her tail between her legs and her eyes trained directly on him as his tail stroked her hind leg of its own accord. "Seriously, I'm not doing that on purpose," Spike panicked, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest, "I—"

Fluttershy reached forwards, putting a hoof to his lips as she scooted over to him. The contact was ecstasy firing across his neurons, shooting off in every direction as he imagined laying a hand on her, grabbing her, holding her still and establishing his dominance. His entire body twitched, his hands shaking as he tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came. He had no clue what words could accurately describe what he was feeling, what he wanted to say. He felt the urgent, overwhelming need to act, and with every sight of Fluttershy, every impulse in his brain, he could feel his will breaking.

Fluttershy had a small, knowing grin on her face as she swatted her tail against his lap, slowly retracting her hoof, so slowly that she pulled Spike's bottom lip down. "You don't need to explain," she assured him, the motherliness in her tone gone, replaced with something still understanding, but more forceful, more direct. Spike liked it; Spike loved it.

With timidity, he reached out an experimental hand, placing it against Fluttershy's forehoof and giving it a light squeeze as his tail continued to rub her. She made no move to stop him, and slowly, silently he trailed his way up until he arrived at her withers, gently rubbing as he got a feel for the situation, resisting the growing urge to grab her and throw her back into the seat, to climb on top of her. "I, uh..." Spike could feel his throat beginning to tighten as he searched for the words. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"That's alright," Fluttershy nodded, sighing into the gentle massage of his claws and tilting her head to rub her muzzle against his hand. "Just be natural, take it as it comes..."

But his nature was telling him to do so much more than this... Within seconds of sitting down, he had learnt that Fluttershy was not just attracted to him but receptive to him touching her, and it was doing a number on him as he tried to process the information. On one hand, this was a lot to deal with all at once, on the other, what better way to show Fluttershy how he felt than to, well, show her?

Reaching forwards, he placed his other hand on her chest, ever so lightly scratching his way down, in no way enough to leave a mark, but he felt the way that Fluttershy's body reacted to the touch, her chest puffing out and moving forwards as if inviting him to dig deeper—he felt her heart, the way it beat for him.

It almost matched the frenzied pace of his own. He felt his head beginning to incline towards her as his senses screamed at him in mutiny, commanding him to grab her by the throat and force her down beneath him, but still he quelled the urge as he brushed his nose against hers, placing a small peck on her muzzle, then another on her lips. They tasted like berries, and whether it was a balm or her natural taste he didn't know, but he'd like to imagine it was just her.

He wanted another taste. He needed more than a taste. Fluttershy's eyes were fixed on him, and in the fear of the moment, he stopped in his movements to stare at her, taking her in. She was so calm, so gentle, he had to be careful not to hurt her, no matter what.

"Okay, let's see if we can kick this up a notch," Fluttershy smirked, pushing him backwards and pinning him against the sofa as she straddled him, her ponytail draping down onto his chest, her eyes fiery, her body pressed against his as he felt her plot massaging his thighs. Maybe Spike needed to reassess how gentle she was. Diving forwards without restraint, Fluttershy again brushed her lips against Spike, dragging his lip out of the way, pushing between them and allowing her tongue to brush against his for the first time.

It was like there was lava shooting through his veins as the soft tongue greeted his with a gentle lick, encouraging him to give it a stroke in return, sensation racing through his body from the new and incredible feeling. He felt her chest beginning to inflate as she inhaled deeply through her snout, letting everything out through a push of lips and tongue, softly making out with him as Spike's eyes began to feel on the point of ignition.

He ran his hands through her mane as they kissed, one travelling to her barrel and the other to her firm ass as she squirmed and jiggled in place. Matching her rhythm as he returned the advance, her gave her plot a light squeeze, causing her to whimper into his mouth as their bodies drew ever-closer.

It was all so much so fast, Spike adored it, from the way her tongue tickled his to the weight of her body pressing down on him, her soft fur rubbing against his scales as his cock began to stiffen beneath her. There was no cushion separating them this time, and he could feel his rapidly engorging prick beginning to press against Fluttershy's ass, trapped in place and begging for release, for attention.

Fluttershy soon noticed. She crawled and slid down his body, planting little kisses as she went, over his hard chest and his lean abdomen she licked, nipped, and pecked, her tongue trailing down towards his large draconian cock. Spike could feel the pulsing from downstairs resonating along his entire body, a steadily beating war drum that excited his senses and commanded him to act. It told him that now was the time to take charge, to force her down and make her his.

Unable to resist temptation, he reached out a guilty hand to grab at Fluttershy's mane, cutting through the teasing and forcing her to the action, but Fluttershy batted him away with a stern look, her eyes becoming incredibly hard as she bore into him for a solid three seconds, making him falter as his chest fluttered. Before he even knew what had happened, he saw the happy little buzz of Fluttershy's wings as she continued to work her way down. How had she done that?

Reaching lower and lower, she eventually wrapped a hoof around Spike's dick, running it along from the base to the tip and feeling every part of his smooth endowment before giving it a gentle little pump, causing it to beat in excitement as it stiffened even more in her hand, as if desperate for release as Spike began to pant.

Watching Fluttershy handle his cock... there was magic in that. Giving him a small smirk, she wiggled her ass from side to side, diverting his attention as she began to jerk him faster, planting small little licks against his tip and tapping the head of his cock into her mouth, as if she was desperate for a taste, and every time Spike's head made contact with the beautiful, wet, delicate flesh of her tongue, he moaned in unbridled appreciation.

He could feel his arousal beginning to outgrow his erection. In truth, it had been that was before she even touched him. He had tried to hold it at bay, to stop himself, but the more she brought him to want it, the less he cared about what he had to do to get it. Reaching forwards once more, he caught Fluttershy unawares. She tried to push his hand away like last time, but he was too fast, grabbing her head and holding her in place as he pushed her forwards, the silky surface of her mouth taking his cock as her lips tickled him all the way down.

When she was halfway to his base he began to push it inside her, working his hips up and down as she struggled to regain her composure, giving up on trying to reach behind her own head and bat at him but instead tapping her tongue against the underside of his shaft as he continued to fuck her sweet little mouth.

Her technique sent Spike into overdrive, starting to bob her head as he pushed forwards, hearing her softly gag as he pushed her all the way down until her snout was brushing against his hips, pulling up and slamming down over and over as she began to look up at him.

It wasn't long until he caught her eyes. It was like when she had stared at him before, but the feeling was intensified as if she was angry, and it completely threw Spike. Out of a mix of impulse and shock, he lost his grip on Fluttershy's head and she instantly pulled herself away from him, his cock exiting her mouth wet and slippery as she leapt back up onto the sofa with a small flap of her wings, bringing her face close to his. "That isn't nice behaviour!" Fluttershy asserted, accosting him with a soft hoof poking into his chest, making Spike feel half of his size even as his needy cock continued to throb.

"But you were down there, and—" Spike protested, still caught in the heat of the moment.

"And you ask first! And if I go to push your claws away, what does that mean?" Fluttershy enquired, her glare enough to split mountains.

"It means you don't want me to do that?" Spike attempted, a small snarl on his face at the interrupted action. He could feel his baser instincts still flowing inside him, but something about the way the Fluttershy told him off inexplicably calmed them.

"Exactly." Fluttershy nodded, a small smile on her lips as her scolding tone was forgotten for a more compassionate one. "Now, I know being a dragon, your urges are probably telling you to go wild, forget restraint and make me subservient to you, but that isn't going to happen. If you want this to continue there needs to be an understanding between us, okay?"

"...alright," Spike sighed, his hands clenched tight. "What's the understanding?"

"That I'm not as fragile as you think and I'm only going to let you fuck me like a little bitch if you can earn it," Fluttershy grinned, lust in her eyes. It was almost like she was another mare, but Spike found new exhilaration at the words as if he was being offered the world on a platter, if only he could take his time with it. "Also, ask first. I'm going to guide you through this, and that starts at talking."

"Alright," Spike said, scratching his head. "I suppose what I'd want to ask is, well... I've had feelings for you for a long time, all sorts of feelings, and they're kinda difficult for me to articulate, but they're the sort of things that make me act like I just did, make me want to have something right then and there. Because I wanna have you, Fluttershy, and—"

Fluttershy shook her head, grabbing his arm and placing it between her hooves as she approached him once more. "Spike?"

"Yes?"

The sincerity in her next words was so powerful, so true, it could have rallied the cries of a thousand or moved the hearts of many more. "Just hurry up and ask me if you can fuck me."

"Can I fuck you?"

Fluttershy answered his question by leaping on him, taking the leading position once more. It looked like exercising any power over her was going to be quite the task, but Spike felt more than up to the challenge.