Spike is caught spying on Rarity in the shower, setting in motion events that will change his life
When Spike accidentally gets caught spying on Rarity in the shower, events are set in motion that will change his life... FOREVER! Well, his SEX life at least.
It was Sunday and Spike’s day off. He’d just eaten breakfast with Twilight and was now lazing in his basket, flipping through last week’s issue of Playcolt without much interest. He’d already read everything that was worth reading and looked at all the pictures that were worth looking at many times before, and now he was bored. He heard the sound of hoofsteps coming up the stairs, and quickly hid the magazine under his basket just as Twilight’s horn became visible over the top of the stairs.
He got out of his basket and made for the stairs, shouting as he went along “Hey, Twilight, I’m going out for a bit.”.
“Where to?” she inquired.
He thought about it for a moment - he hadn’t really thought that far - before replying “I dunno. Maybe I’ll go see if Rarity needs help with anything.”.
“Okay. See you later then!” Twilight giggled as he disappeared down the stairs.
The walk to Carousel Boutique was uneventful, as was to be expected on a Sunday. Spike knocked on the door and waited a while, but nothing happened. He knocked again. Still no response. Was Rarity out? He tried the handle, and the door opened.
“Rarity? Are you there?” he called out.
There was no response, but he thought he could hear a low noise coming from somewhere inside. He ventured further into the house. There was no doubt now - he could hear the sound of running water coming from behind a door in the hall. Was Rarity in the shower? The mere thought of this made him blush. He contemplated leaving to come back later, but the temptation to sneak a peek made him hesitate.
“This is WRONG. I shouldn’t do this!” he told himself, “It’s a bad idea! Rarity will find out and get mad!”. “...but this is a chance you don’t get everyday!” his inner dialogue chimed in. “You may never get the chance again!” it continued.
He suddenly realized he was hunched on the floor, pulling at his scales, while his inner dialogue argued with itself.
“Shut up!” he thought, and the voices died down. He decided to take a look inside. After all, this WAS a once in a lifetime opportunity. He gently pushed at the door, and it opened slightly. The flowery smell of shampoo emanated from the crack in the door, and steam poured against his face as he put his eye up to the opening.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. Rarity was indeed in there, and she was softly humming the tune of “Art of the dress” as she stood under the shower, rinsing out the shampoo and enjoying the warm water trickling down her body. Her normally well-groomed and styled mane and tail hung limply straight down, weighed down by the water, and a lock of her beautiful purple hair fell down between her closed eyes. The very sight of this made him instantly grow a raging boner.
At this point his vision had gone all pink and glittery, and he was completely oblivious to his surroundings when a sweet voice sounded from behind him.
“Hi, Spike!”.
He almost jumped in surprise, and quickly grabbed a vase that had been standing next to the door to hide his boner as he turned around to see Sweetie Belle smiling innocently at him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, “Did you come to see Rarity?” she continued without waiting for a reply. “She’s in the shower you know. She’ll be out any minute I’m sure.” she went on. “Would you like some juice?”.
Spike shook his head.
“Why are you holding that vase?” inquired Sweetie Belle.
Spike wasn’t quite sure what to say to this, so he just grinned sheepishly and hoped she would move on to another subject or go away. Unfortunately, she didn’t, and as she tried to peek around the vase, he was forced to move it around to hide his still massive erection.
Suddenly he was startled by the sound of the door opening behind him. Rarity had apparently finished taking a shower and was coming out. The shock made him drop the vase, causing it to fall to the floor and shatter.
“Ooooh, what’s that?” asked Sweetie Belle in fascination, her large round eyes now firmly fixed on his humongous cock.
He didn’t answer, but instead turned and ran towards the exit, only briefly turning his head around to see Rarity standing next to Sweetie Belle, staring at him with an expression of mixed anger and surprise.
He ran for what felt like hours, even though it was probably only a few minutes, before slowing down and wandering aimlessly around the outskirts of Ponyville, where he was unlikely to encounter anypony else. He had never in his life felt so ashamed before. Now Rarity would surely hate his guts for all eternity, and even if she didn’t, how could he possibly face her after this. He lay down on the ground, staring up at the sky, and wept at the thought of never being able to face Rarity again, before slowly dozing off into an uneasy sleep.
The sound of hoof-beats in the distance woke him up. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sleeping, but he guessed at least a few hours. Still lying on his back, he looked around to see who was coming, but couldn’t see anypony before a friendly pink pony with a poofy pink mane poked her smiling face into his field of vision from somewhere behind him.
“Hi, Spike!” she said cheerfully.
“Pinkie Pie? What are you doing out here?” he said.
“Oh, silly, I was about to ask you the same!” she exclaimed happily.
Spike didn’t feel like discussing his unfortunate situation with anypony right now - especially Pinkie Pie. “Just, you know... taking a nap.” he said in as manly a way as he could, realizing perfectly well how lame it sounded, and almost facepalming himself. Pinkie Pie, however, didn’t seem to have noticed.
“Oh, that’s right!” she said, “I came to give you this!”, and produced a pink piece of cardboard seemingly out of thin air.
“Where did...” he began, then cut himself off in mid-sentence. He knew better than to question the mysteries of Pinkie Pie. Some things were probably best left unknown. He took the pink object from her muzzle and examined it.
Before he could read it, Pinkie Pie went on “It’s an invitation to a party!”.
“What’s the occasion?” Spike inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, silly, since when did I need an excuse to throw a party?” she laughed dismissively.
He had to admit, she had a point.
“It’s at Sugarcube Corner at 8pm! Be there, or be elsewhere!” she shouted cheerfully, before bouncing happily away from Spike and vanishing in the distance.
He looked down at his watch to check what time it was, before realizing he never wore one, then looked up again and started to walk back to Ponyville. By the time he was back in town, it was starting to get dark. He peered through the window of a clock shop to see what time it was. 7.42pm.
“Well, I’m sure Pinkie Pie won’t mind if I’m a bit early.” he thought, and set course for Sugarcube Corner.
When he got there, he wondered for a moment if those clocks had been wrong. Sugarcube Corner looked dark from the outside, and there was no sign of anything going on. He knocked on the door. After a while, the door was opened by Pinkie Pie.
“Oh, it’s you! Come on in!” she cheerfully beckoned him to come inside. “You’re a bit early. None of the other guests have arrived yet!” she explained. “Cupcake?”
As he looked up, she was holding out a delicious looking cupcake, offering it to him. Realizing he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, he accepted the cupcake and ate it in one bite. “Fhanfs!” he mumbled, chewing on the cupcake. Pinkie Pie bounced back into the kitchen - to finish preparations for the party, he presumed.
A few minutes passed before he started to feel drowsy. At first he thought he was merely tired, but as his drowsiness grew he started to become suspicious. Was there something in that cupcake? He could barely keep his eyes open anymore, and shortly after, he collapsed on the floor, soundly asleep.
A shock wave of icy cold wetness suddenly brought him back to full awareness. As he struggled to get up, he realized that his legs and arms were chained to something. His eyes darted around, and he realized he was now in a dimly lit room with stone walls - most likely a cellar of some sort.
Around the room were various mysterious looking contraptions and tools, and an assortment of whips and knives adorned the wall to his right. In front of him was a pony holding upside down over him a large bucket that had presumably contained ice cold water until a few seconds ago.
The pony in front of him was wearing an unusual outfit, apparently made entirely of black leather. It was unusual enough that ponies actually wore clothing, but he’d never even seen anything like this before. The leathery suit covered almost the entire body, but had appropriately placed holes for the tail, ears, mane and muzzle.
From the poofy pink hair that protruded from various holes in the suit, and the faint smell of strawberry cupcakes, he guessed that it was Pinkie Pie.
“Pinkie Pie? What’s going on?” he inquired nervously, and the reply came quickly “Pinkie Pie? Who is this Pinkie Pie you speak of?”. She spoke in a stern voice, but he could sense an undertone of cheerfulness. “You WILL address me as Mistress Pain! Or just Mistress!” she went on, then continued “But oh, silly me, where are my manners! We welcome you as today’s guest of honor to our most exclusive club!”. Upon hearing “We”, he looked around the room - and indeed, they were not alone - in the dark corners of the room, he could see the silhouettes of two other ponies as well. They were now moving closer, presumably having taken the welcome as their cue to join in.
The other ponies were also wearing black leather suits, similar to the one Pinkie Pie was wearing. He immediately recognized one of the others, as she stepped into the light - a pegasus, from whose suit bright yellow wings and a pink tail and mane protruded.
“Fluttershy!?” he exclaimed loudly, feeling a mixture of surprise and relief wash over him.
As soon as he spoke, the sound of a whip tore through the room, followed by the sound of breaking wood - he instinctively closed his eyes, and expected pain, but when it didn’t come, he opened them again. The silence was broken once more by the sound of something wooden clattering onto the floor.
Fluttershy then spoke in a dangerously sweet, but stern voice. “Never mention that name here again! You will address me as Mistress Shy. If you want to live, that is.”
Mistress Pain then spoke up again in an announcing voice “Today is also a special occasion, as we have another special guest - a member of our sister-club in Canterlot.”
Spike looked at the third pony, who had now stepped out of the darkness as well. She was slightly taller than the average pony, and had a very unusual dark blue mane which appeared to be starry, slightly translucent and constantly billowing, even though there was no wind. Her most unusual trait, however, was her dark blue pegasus wings and unusually long unicorn horn. She was an alicorn, and Spike knew of only two such ponies in all of Equestria.
“Princess Luna.” he thought. He was starting to get the idea, however, and knew better than to speak it out loud. “By what name should I address you then, Mistress?” he asked the tall blue alicorn, and braced himself for the reply.
“WE SHALL BE ADDRESSED BY THE NAME OF MISTRESS MOON!“ her voice rang out into the room with great force. “The Royal Canterlot Voice.” he thought. He had expected as much.
After a brief pause, Mistress Pain spoke up again. “Now that we have all been introduced, perhaps it is time to begin... the ceremony.”
“Ceremony?” Spike inquired nervously.
“Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you...” she told him, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Too much...” she ended.
Mistress Pain closed in on him, and was now standing in directly in front of the wooden object he was chained to. He wondered nervously what was going to happen, when she stuck out her orange tongue and started licking a spot between his legs - the exact spot where his penis was hidden. A wave of pleasure washed over him as the tip of her tongue danced playfully across his loins.
“I’m liking this idea...” he thought, as his dick started to grow.
She continued licking the base of his dragonhood until he was almost fully erect, before wrapping her lips around it. Her hair was now almost touching his face, and a strong smell of strawberries filled his nostrils - he wondered about this for a moment - was she wearing some sort of strawberry perfume, or had she just eaten so many strawberry cupcakes that it had become her natural body odour? He decided he didn’t really care - the smell was arousing him either way.
Her tongue continued to toy with his wang as she started to suck it, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. After a while, he could feel pressure building up in his groin, and he knew he was about to come. Mistress Pain showed no visible reaction, and continued sucking and licking as he shot load after load into her mouth.
When his orgasm had subsided, she pulled her muzzle back, so that his now semi-erect cock slid out, and licked her lips sensuously, smiling at him.
The sight of this aroused him greatly, and he found to his surprise that he was hard again. Mistress Pain spoke up again. “Looks like he’s ready now!”
“I want him first!” exclaimed Mistress Shy excitedly, moving towards Spike. The others didn’t seem to have any objections to this. She placed her front hooves on the wooden contraption, and hoisted herself onto it.
Smiling, she leaned over him and whispered in a dangerously sweet voice “I hear you’ve been a bad dragon, Spike. Spying on Rarity in the shower like that. Naughty boys such as you need to be PUNISHED.”.
As she mentioned Rarity, he felt a stab of guilt. “Rarity put you guys up to this?” he whispered back.
“Oh, no, she would never. She doesn’t even know about us. But when she told me about your little visit, and mentioned how... well-endowed you were, I couldn’t resist suggesting to the club that we bring you in for initiation.” she paused for a moment, then a grin spread across her face as she continued in an even softer voice “That, and I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to fuck a dragon.”, her eyes widening as she whispered the f-word.
If Spike had been drinking something at that moment, it would probably now have been all over Fluttershy’s face. He’d never heard Fluttershy say anything even remotely obscene before, and had imagined that if she ever needed to speak on the subject of sex, she would have used a more politically correct word such as “intercourse”. His Metapod instantly responded by using HARDEN.
“Heeey, what are you guys whispering about!?” inquired Mistress Pain, who was now becoming impatient.
“Nothing!” they both responded simultaneously.
Mistress Shy then proceeded to stand up, and balancing on the wooden object, moved forwards a bit positioning herself directly over Spike. She was now standing over him, and he could clearly see her furry yellow mound through a hole in the crotch of her leather suit, now located directly above his now rock hard member. She then leaned her head down towards him, and staring directly into his eyes with a determined expression said in her soft-yet-dangerous voice “You’re going to FUCK me!” as she lowered herself onto him. The pleasure he felt as her warm wet cunt enveloped his throbbing cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, and for a moment he thought he was going to come again immediately.
She had now lowered herself all the way onto him, and he could feel the warmth of her soft haunches connecting with his hip. Then, pushing herself upright with her front hooves, she started riding him, lifting her haunches and thrusting them down as hard as she could, over and over again. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure shot through his body like a lightning bolt, and Mistress Shy seemed to be enjoying herself too as moans of pleasure escaped her with each thrust - softly at first, but increasingly louder as she was getting closer to orgasm.
The sound of her soft moans as she rode his cock was arousing him even more, and he soon felt the pressure building up in his cock as he came harder than he had ever come before, shooting load after load of sticky white stuff into her. Apparently the sensation of his hot streams of jizz filling up her lovehole pushed Fluttershy over the edge as well, as she started moaning and gasping feverishly, dropping her front hooves onto the surface above his shoulders for support as her insides convulsed around his pulsating rod.
After their orgasms subsided, she just sat there with her eyes closed, slumped forwards and leaning on her hooves, breathing heavily. Spike could feel the thick mixture of their bodily fluids starting to leak out, dripping onto his hips and the wooden surface underneath.
After a while, she opened her eyes again, smiled at him, and said softly “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”.
She lifted herself up a bit, so that only about half of his dick was inside her and closed her eyes again. For a while, he could feel her tight warm pussy softly squeezing him, then he felt an extra wetness spreading across the top of his cock, before a warm yellow stream pushed its way out and started trickling down his shaft, onto the wooden object and the floor below. She was washing away the gooey white ooze by urinating down his cock. The hot yellow stream continued to flow down his groin for a while, gently teasing his dick and balls.
He’d never thought anything could feel this good, and he could feel himself getting hard again. After a while, the stream stopped, and Fluttershy opened her eyes again.
“Now, it’s your turn.” she said.
“What?” he asked.
“Wash out my pussy...” she replied, smiling, and leaning closer, continued “... with your piss.”
He tried to push, but nothing happened - peeing with an erection wasn’t easy, he realized. “I don’t know if I can.” he said after a while.
“Oh, but you WILL.” she said in a sweet but stern voice, a dangerous look her eyes. He swallowed. It wasn’t exactly that he was afraid of Fluttershy, but there was just something about that look in her eyes that made him really not want to disobey her.
He closed his eyes, tried to relax, and felt his erection starting to go down a bit, then tried to push again. At first nothing happened, but then he felt the gates open, and a great relief filled him as a yellow stream shot out of his urethra, splashing against Fluttershy’s insides.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned, her eyes widening with pleasure, as the warm liquid flowed out of her and onto the floor, taking with it most of what remained of Spike’s semen. The stream went on for some time, and he realized he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since he left the library earlier in the day. After a while, his bladder was empty, and the flow stopped.
Mistress Shy collected herself, and staring into his eyes, stated with great assertiveness that “Now, you’re GOING to fuck me again!”. A wet splash sounded as she dropped herself back down, once again taking his full length, causing his member to grow fully hard again. She leaned forward a bit, and fiddled with something on the wooden contraption. Spike felt the cuffs around his hands loosening.
Turning to the other two ponies, who had so far been watching quietly from the side, she said “Is the whip ready?”.
Mistress Pain replied “Yes indeedie!” holding up a black leather whip.
Upon seeing the whip, Spike once again became slightly nervous. Were they planning to use it on him?
Mistress Shy then turned back to Spike, and spreading her wings, spoke in a commanding voice “Grab me!”.
He sat up a bit, and grabbed her body, just below the wings. His arms didn’t reach all the way around, but his claws sank into the leather suit, securing his grip.
“Hold on tight!” she said. She then flapped her wings, creating a sudden jerk of upward motion and lifting her almost to the top of his cock, and let herself drop back down with a splat as her rump slapped into his hip. The impact smarted a bit, but the pain was far surpassed by the immense pleasure of her soft, wet, furry mound grinding against his balls. A sudden crack startled Spike, as the whip hit Mistress Shy’s leather suit. Her eyes widened and a grin spread across her face, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Ooooh yes!” she screamed, flapping her wings again.
He held on tight, so as not to lose his grip on her as she continued to flap her wings and dropping back onto him hard, grinding her soft pussy against his balls and filling him with immense pleasure. She seemed to be getting wilder, and less like the Fluttershy he thought he knew with each crack of the whip, dropping down harder and harder, moaning and screaming dirty things.
Looking at her face, it was as if she was staring at something far away.
“Fuck me HARDER!” she screamed, apparently no longer realizing that she was the one doing all the fucking. Suddenly she turned to him again, her crazed eyes staring into his, and spoke in soft but excited voice “Grab me harder!”.
He grabbed her a bit harder.
“HARDER!” she screamed, then pausing for a moment, went on “Make me BLEED!”.
As he tightened his grip as hard as he could, his claws punctured the leather suit and a small trickle of blood ran down the black leather, dripping onto the wood below.
“Oooooh yeees!” she screamed, apparently now in a frenzy, her rump slapping against his hips harder than ever and filling the room with wet squishy sounds. She was now screaming so loudly that he wondered if it couldn’t be heard all over Ponyville, saying things so dirty that he didn’t even know what half of them meant, and wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
Blood was trickling from the small puncutre wounds in her suit, down his claws and arms, mixing with their bodily fluids and splattering all over the place. Suddenly, her body went rigid and started spasming uncontrollably, as she climaxed once again.
Her contractions quickly pushed him over the edge as well, and his mind blanked out as he blew another massive load into her spasming cunt. As their orgasms subsided, he noticed that she was still sitting rigidly in front of him, covered in specks of blood and bodily fluids, apparently unaware of her surroundings. He felt a warm trickle down his balls, as she soiled herself while still sitting on his cock, and then toppling backwards off the wooden object and spasming a few times, passed out on the stone floor in a pool of blood-tinted urine and semen.
Spike looked worriedly down at her unmoving form on the floor. “Is she allright?” he asked, turning to Mistress Pain.
“Oh, she’s fine. She’ll come around in a few minutes.” came the reply in a cheerful, dismissive tone. “She sometimes gets like that when she gets too excited.” she explained.
With his hands now free, and no longer being pinned down by Fluttershy’s weight, Spike finally had the opportunity to look around the room. Looking down, he realized that the wooden thing he was chained to was a wooden pony mannequin, similar to those Rarity used to display dresses in her boutique. The tip of one of its wooden hooves had broken off, and was lying on the floor underneath, now completely soggy from the messy pool of urine that had spread around the mannequin.
His eyes had also gotten used to the darkness, and he could now see a lot more around him. Against the wall to his left, he spotted a large cupboard with a transparent glass door. Inside it was a large collection of what he recognized as dildos and strap-ons. He’d never seen one in real-life before, but occasionally when Twilight was out, he would secretly peruse her copy of the “Egghead’s Guide To Sexual Intercourse” and various other questionable texts he’d found stuffed away in various hard to reach places around the library - some of which had pictures in them. The cupboard also contained various other, rather inventive looking implements - also sex toys, he presumed, though their precise purpose was a mystery to him.
Leaning against the wall at the far end of the room in front of him were several large sacks. He could barely make out the words “FLOUR” printed on them. By the looks of it, the room also doubled as a store-room.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted as he felt the mannequin tremble under him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a dark blue hoof connecting with the wooden mannequin a few inches away from his arm. The hoof was equipped with some sort of metal-reinforced leather boot, and several blunt iron nails protruding from its sole had dented the wooden surface. His gaze followed the leg upwards, until he found himself looking directly into the face of Mistress Moon staring down at him, a look of anger in her eyes. A mixed sensation of fear and arousal shot through his body as he beheld in awe the regal alicorn towering over him.
The look in her eyes told him that he was as dirt, unworthy of her attention. “SLAVE! THOU SHALT LICK OUR ROYAL BOOT!”, her Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice reverberated through the room, causing the wooden mannequin to shake under him. Without hesitating, he leaned over her boot, and sticking his tongue out a bit, licked her boot. It tasted salty, with a just hint of blood. He lifted his gaze once more to look into her eyes for confirmation.
She said nothing, but her eyes told him to continue. He licked the boot again, slowly savouring the taste. It didn’t exactly taste good, but he’d tasted worse - once he was helping Rarity at her boutique, Sweetie Belle had been allowed to prepare dinner, as Rarity had a deadline to make. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be, but he still remembered vividly the pungent taste of charcoal and rotten fish - or at least what he imagined rotten fish would taste like if eaten - as he ate his first and last forkful of it. Even the water in his glass had been charred - he wasn’t even sure how that was possible - and he’d had to run to the bathroom to puke and rinse out his mouth.
His mind returned to the present. Thinking back at Sweetie Belle’s cooking, the filth on Mistress Moon’s boot seemed rather appetizing in comparison. He continued to lick until the taste had almost faded away completely, before once again looking up at his Mistress.
“ENOUGH!” her voice boomed. Lifting her boot from its resting position, she jumped onto the wooden pony with surprising agility, and positioning herself upright, shoved her crotch into his face.
He now got to experience another feature on her leather suit - several blunt metal nails similar to those under the boots were located around the hole in the crotch, and were now pressing against his face. They were too short and blunt to puncture his skin, but sufficiently pointy to cause minor pain and discomfort.
“PLEASURE US!” her voice commanded.
He placed his hands on her flanks, and focusing his gaze on the dark blue furry slit in front of him, stuck his tongue out once more to give it a lick. As his tongue slid between her lips, he felt her body twitch with a shiver of pleasure. Remembering a particularly interesting picture he’d seen in a book about female pony anatomy he had once read, he searched the royal mound with his tongue until it located a small bump. As his tongue hit the bump, her body twitched again, a slight gasp escaped her mouth, and her flanks clenched down on him harder. His tongue continued to dance over her clitoris, as she started riding his face, pressing down harder and harder as pleasure was building up in her body. The nails digging into his face were hurting a bit now, but he continued to lick, knowing that the sooner he made her climax, the sooner she would release her grip.
Finally, a loud moan escaped her mouth as she came, clamping her flanks down on him, and grinding her crotch into his face hard. The force of her squeezing down on him caused one of the nails in her crotch to puncture his skin, and a small drop of blood trickled down his face.
He continued to lick her slit while she came, feeling the convulsions with his tongue as he lapped up her sweet marely juices.
Quickly recovering from the orgasm, she lifted herself off his face, preparing to reposition herself.
As he let go of her flanks, and lifted his arm to wipe away the blood from his face, he realized that his arms, as well as most of his lower body were still smeared with Fluttershy’s blood.
“THOU SHALT NOW PENETRATE US WITH THINE MANLY STAFF!” she shouted, positioning herself over his penis.
He raised an eyebrow at the cheesy line. “Manly staff?” he thought. “Surely she could come up with something better than that...”. This line of thought was quickly interrupted, however, when he felt her warm wet cunt sliding onto his joystick. Shivers of pleasure shot through his body as the royal vagina caressed his rod.
She wrapped her long legs around the wooden pony and started thrusting, grinding her groin against his. With each thrust he felt her wet furry cuntlips rubbing against his balls, and the blunt nails pricking his hips. He knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and bit his lips to hold off from coming too soon. Her thrusting became faster and harder as she became more aroused, and her moans louder.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stared down at him, grinning. “WE URGENTLY REQUIRE RELIEVING OF THE ROYAL BLADDER!” she screamed in the Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice, “THOU SHALT BE OUR TOILET, SLAVE!”.
He knew what was coming, but the force with which it came took him by surprise. A flood of dark yellow liquid erupted from the royal peehole with the force of a waterfall, pushing its way out around his cock and spraying all over the place. The warm wet sensation against his dick, and the wet squishy sounds of her continued thrusting as the royal wee flowed down his body pushed him over the edge, and he came with the force of a thousand elephants.
“YES!” she screamed, her eyes shining blue, as he pumped his thick goo into her, and she too came with great force. Still urinating profusely, her royal cunt convulsed around his throbbing member, milking it for all it was worth. Their orgasms seemed to go on for minutes, constantly renewed by the flow of pee, before the flow diminished into a trickle, and then stopped completely.
After their orgasms subsided, she was leaning over him, gasping, her body covered in sweat.
“That was... intense.” she said, a tone of exhaustion in her voice, and apparently having forgotten all about the Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice and The Royal We. She slid off his now flaccid cock and back onto the floor, making a splashing noise as her hooves landed in the puddle of urine, thick white dragon jizz oozing from her plot as she walked away.
Spike sat up. The blood smears on his arms and groin had been washed away by Luna’s piss torrent, and he was now clean, though completely drenched and smelling strongly of urine. He caressed his nuts. They were beginning to ache a bit from so many orgasms in such a short time. He looked over towards Luna, and noticed that Fluttershy had regained consciousness as well and rejoined the others. Her coat and mane was covered in blood stains, urine and semen, but she was smiling. The sight of her in this state aroused him greatly.
“Damn, I’m sick...” he thought to himself, grinning as his tool began to regain its stiffness. “So... who’s next?” he said.
“Oooh! Me! Me!” came an outburst from Pinkie Pie, bouncing happily up and down, making sloshing sounds as her hooves made contact with the puddle on the floor, which had now grown to cover almost half the room. The others turned around, giving her a disdainful stare. “Ahem. I mean... Shut up Spike!” she corrected herself, in an exaggeratedly stern voice, her smile contorting into a sheepish grin.
Spike could tell she was straining to keep herself from bursting into laughter. He couldn’t help smiling himself, thinking about how silly the whole thing was, and wondered what was coming up next. You just never knew what Pinkie Pie could come up with. She was just so random. He’d never considered her particularly attractive, but now he realized she was really quite pretty, though her hyperactive bubbly personality tended to overshadow any romantically desirable traits she might have.
His mind returned to the present, and he turned to see the three ponies huddled together, whispering to one another. He tried, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a while, they turned to him, and Luna’s horn lit up. He felt the shackles around his feet come loose, then felt himself being lifted into the air by her telekinesis spell and held in place hovering just under the ceiling. The wooden mannequin was shoved into a corner by an invisible force, and a mechanical contraption of some sort moved in to take its place.
The peculiar device consisted of a battered wooden board attached to a sturdy looking metal frame by two large springs. He was moved over to the front of the wooden board, and shortly after shackles appeared from somewhere behind him and clicked in place around his wrists and ankles, before straightening out and holding him firmly in place.
In front of him, Pinkie Pie was lying on her back, while Fluttershy had begun tying her legs together with a thick rope. Another piece of rope was tied to the knot around Pinkie Pie’s legs, slipped through a pulley in the ceiling above, and attached to something behind him that he couldn’t see. A grinding noise could be heard from behind, as Pinkie Pie was slowly hoisted into the air until she was in front of him, her plot exactly on level with his wang. She looked rather helpless, dangling upside down in the air with all of her legs tied together, unable to move at all. The sight of her pink furry slit in front of him made his soldier stand at full attention once more. What happened next confused him.
Fluttershy, who was now standing next to the helplessly immobile Pinkie Pie, spoke in a sweetly cruel voice “You’re a failure, Pinkie Pie!”, “Your parties suck!”, “Your friends don’t like you anymore!” she continued to spew out insults and demoralizing remarks. Tears were starting to well up in Pinkie Pie’s eyes. “Why don’t you run and cry to your mommy!” continued Fluttershy, a nasty grin on her face, as she leaned closer, staring Pinkie Pie directly in the eyes “Oh, that’s right... Your parents are DEAD!”. She emphasized the last word, nearly spitting it in Pinkie Pie’s face. Pinkie Pie was sobbing quietly, her eyes clenched shut, as tears trickled down her face. Fluttershy then leaned even closer, a grimace of disgust on her face, and spoke in a softly evil voice “You killed them...”.
At this point, two things happened. One was that an icy chill traveled down Spike’s spine. The other was that Pinkie Pie screamed out, at the top of her lungs “NOOOOOO!!!”, opening her eyes wide as tears streamed down her face. Her pupils were constricted, and her face had an expression of infinite sorrow and rage.
Suddenly, she stopped sobbing, and a slight crooked smile appeared on her mouth. Her normally poofy hair deflated and fell down, hanging limply from her head towards the floor. “Yeah, well, I hate you guys!” she yelled. “Let me down! I’m gonna go hang out with my REAL friends!”. At the mention of her “real friends”, she gave a sudden twitch, and seemed to space out for a moment as her pupils slid eerily in different directions, before snapping out of it. She struggled trying to get free from the ropes, but to no avail. “If you don’t let me go now, I’ll kill you!” she screamed in rage at Fluttershy’s face.
A slight glow appeared around her, as Luna grabbed hold of her with a telekinesis spell. She struggled for a bit, trying to fight the spell’s grip, but resistance was futile. Her dangling body was maneuvered towards Spike, pushing her wet slit onto the tip of his cock, before the telekinesis spell was released. At the sensation of his penis entering her, Pinkie Pie went docile, and simply stared into the ceiling, a mad gleam in her eyes.
“Grab on to her flanks, Spike!” said Fluttershy. She now seemed to have snapped out of her evil mode, and returned to her previous sweet-but-stern “Mistress Shy” voice. He did as she said, and placed his claws on Pinkie Pie’s flanks. “Is everything ready?” she spoke up again, this time turning towards Luna, who had disappeared behind the contraption.
“YES, WE ARE READY TO BUCK!” came the reply in a loud reverberating voice. A loud crash sounded from behind, and Spike almost got his breath knocked out of him as the wooden board shot forward, slamming him into Pinkie Pie’s plot with great force, and causing his cock to fully penetrate her. The board was immediately retracted by the springs attached to it, and pulled him back along with Pinkie Pie, who was muttering incoherently and drooling on the floor.
He felt a warm wetness spread across his cock, as she soiled herself, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her warm wet urine trickled down his balls and legs, and onto the floor, where they became one with the existing puddle. The delightful sensation of warm liquid flowing across his balls sent a wave of pleasure through his body.
Another crash sounded, and he was once again hammered into Pinkie Pie, causing the still flowing stream of pee to splash outwards, showering Fluttershy in yellow drops. “Oopsie! I tinkled!” said Pinkie Pie, giggling hysterically, still peeing.
Fluttershy was watching excitedly, her eyes widening at the action, as Luna repeatedly bucked the contraption, hammering Spike into Pinkie Pie. “Yes! Buck it harder!” said Fluttershy enthusiastically, hopping up and down in the puddle like a young filly playing in the rain.
With each buck, pleasure shot through Spike’s body like a lightning bolt, as his nutsack slapped wetly against Pinkie Pie’s rump, and drops of leftover urine dripped to the floor. He tightened his grip on Pinkie Pie’s flanks, as he could feel an orgasm coming on soon.
“Even harder!” yelled Fluttershy excitedly, standing on her hind legs with her wings outstretched and splashing the floor with her front hooves.
Another loud crash, and then the world went white. Or rather, the board broke free from the springs, slamming Spike into Pinkie Pie one last time, without restraint, causing the rope holding her body to snap, and hurling the two of them towards the other side of the room. Spike instinctively closed his eyes and prepared himself for the impact. A soft thud sounded, and he felt the weight of the wooden board pushing into him, still chained to his back. The final thrust of the board pushed him over the edge. It felt as though his balls exploded, as he fired a massive torrent of spooge into the deep, dark depths of Pinkie Pie’s inner sanctum.
He opened his eyes, but could see almost nothing, as the air was thick with a white fog of - he sniffed it - flour? He tried to brush the flour off himself, but it was everywhere. He could barely make out Pinkie Pie lying limply on her back covered in flour, her legs still tied up.
“Are you allright?” he asked her.
She did not reply. Still unable to move, on account of his arms and legs being chained to a board, he gave her butt a bump by thrusting his hips. Regaining consciousness, she gave a loud moan, and he felt her pussy starting to convulse as she came too. As her orgasm subsided, she followed it up by wetting herself again. Spike once again felt the warmth of her piss flowing down his balls, and onto the floor, combining with the pile of flour and turning into a yellow muddy substance. As he looked at Pinkie Pie, wondering if she was still alive, her mane and tail suddenly exploded back into their usual poofy shape, blasting his face with a cloud of flour.
She raised her head, and staring happily into his eyes, said “Whee! That was fun!” in her usual cheerful voice. Her face was completely covered in flour, and looked like that of a snow-pony. She tried to roll around, but accomplished nothing other than smearing the mud-like mixture of piss and flour all over herself and Spike.
“A little help here?” she said to the room in general.
A knife, encompassed by a slight glow, hovered over to her legs and cut the rope tying them together. She turned herself around, and after pulling herself off Spike’s cock, stretched her legs outwards and shook her body, sending dollops of pissflour flying around the room.
Spike felt the shackles around his arms and legs being being released as well, and after pulling himself free, he pushed the board away from him, letting it tip over onto the messy floor with a loud splashing noise. He tried to brush the flour off himself, but the stuff was everywhere, and the combination of sweat and Luna’s piss was turning it into glue on his body.
The cloud of flour that had filled the room was starting to settle down and Spike could finally see the outlines of the other two ponies on the other side of the room. He started moving towards them, and so did Pinkie judging by the sound of hooves splashing behind him.
They were staring at something behind him. He walked up next to them, and turned around to see Pinkie Pie following closely, still covered in flour. The room behind her was a complete mess. The large pool of bodily fluids covered almost the entire floor, and there was flour absolutely everywhere. At the back of the room lay the sorry remains of the flour sacks, and soaking in the puddle on the floor was the wooden board that had been part of the peculiar bucking device. Pinkie Pie joined them, and turned towards the flour sacks as well.
For a moment, Spike wondered what was going on. He could see they all had weird smiles on their faces. Finally, Pinkie Pie’s smile started quivering and she burst out laughing. The other two could no longer contain themselves, and burst into laughter as well. Spike could see the humor of the situation, and with the three ponies laughing hysterically next to him, he soon burst into laughter as well.
For several minutes, they rolled on the floor laughing, until their sides ached. When the laughter subsided, Luna stood up, a wide smile on her face, and said in a quivering voice “Oh my sister! I have seen many things in my lifetime, but never before have I beheld such an unholy mess!”.
Spike was surprised at how ordinary she sounded when not using the Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice, or speaking in the Royal We. Apart from the noble and slightly unusual way the spoke, she sounded much like any other pony. Apparently she had been practicing since her last appearance in Ponyville.
“I know, right!” said Pinkie Pie, tears of laughter in her eyes, as she got up.
Fluttershy said nothing, but was looking at Spike and smiling sweetly, her wet mane hanging down and dripping onto the floor. As he looked towards her, their eyes connected. He felt himself starting to blush, and quickly turned away. This, when he thought about it, was a bit weird, considering that less than an hour ago, she had been riding him in a frenzy of lust, using him as a living dildo.
Pinkie Pie opened the door, revealing a hallway outside the room, and disappeared into one of several side rooms in the hallway, returning shortly thereafter with a garden hose. All the ponies started to take off their leather suits, revealing the wet messy fur underneath, and began to hose each other down, washing away the worst of the flour and urine residue from their coats. When they were done, Pinkie Pie gave Spike a hosedown as well.
“Come on!” said Pinkie Pie cheerfully, and signaled for Spike to follow her.
He followed the three ponies, still dripping wet, through the hallway and up the stairs, all the way up to Pinkie’s penthouse.
“What we need now is a nice hot bath!” proclaimed Pinkie Pie, as she started to draw a bath. While the tub was filling up, she darted out of the room, disappearing for a short while, before returning with a bucket of ice cubes containing a bottle of wine and four glasses.
She climbed into the tub, and looking at the others, said “Hop in!”.
It was a bit cramped, but somehow all three ponies managed to get in the tub, and sat down with their backs against the wall, with Luna on the left, Pinkie Pie in the middle, and Fluttershy on the right. Spike climbed in, and seated himself against the front wall of the tub, facing them. He felt the wonderful warmth of the bath water spread through his body, rapidly counteracting the coldness of the hose water.
Pinkie Pie poured them each a glass of wine, and spoke again. “I’m sure you have many questions, Spike, but first I must say this.” After a brief pause, stretching her front hooves up in the air and spilling a little wine into the tub, she continued “Welcome to the Ponyville S&M Club!”
Spike did indeed have many questions, but wasn’t quite sure where to start. He took a sip from his wine glass. “So, this is wine.” he thought. “Tastes like crap, but if the others drink it, so will I...” his mind went on.
“So...” he began. “This S&M club... is it just the three of you?”
Pinkie Pie quickly answered “Actually, Luna here” she indicated Luna with her hoof “isn’t a member of our club. She has her own S&M club in Canterlot, and only occasionally comes to visit us down here.”
Luna herself interjected “I especially chose to come down here today out of curiousity. We have never had a dragon attend our parties in Canterlot.”. “Especially not one as well-endowed as yourself.” she continued, giving him a flirty wink.
Pinkie Pie spoke again “We do have a few other members though.”. “There’s Bon Bon, who used to come here a lot. She hasn’t been attending as often since she started dating that unicorn musician Lyra, though.” she went on. “I hear Lyra is also into watersports.” she added, grinning.
“Watersports?” Spike asked.
“Urinating during sex.” answered Fluttershy, and then, realizing everyone was looking at her, continued “Um... I mean...”. She started blushing and slowly lowering her head into the water.
The others chuckled, turning back to Spike.
“Yes, what she said.” confirmed Luna.
“Oh, and there’s Big Macintosh” continued Pinkie Pie. “He used to come here all the time, but he hasn’t been attending as frequently lately. Not since he got injured in the accident.” She squinted her eyes, and looking at Spike conspiratorially, added in a lowered voice “... and you didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve heard rumors he’s got it going on with his sister Applejack.”
Spike choked on his wine, spraying it all over Pinkie Pie’s face. “Big Mac and Applejack!?” he repeated, almost not believing his own ears.
“Sssh. Not so loud.” said Pinkie Pie, and dipped her face in the water to wash away the wine. The other two ponies chuckled at his outburst. “We don’t want the entire town to know, do we?” she continued, her face and mane dripping with water.
“Then there’s Golden Harvest.” said Pinkie.
“Who?” Spike wondered.
“You may not have spoken to her before. She’s a yellow earth pony with a curly orange mane, and three carrots for a cutie mark.” Pinkie went on.
Spike instantly recognized the description. “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her around. So that’s her name...”.
“Anyway, she has a bit unusual tastes. She likes to use a carrot as a dildo!” Pinkie continued, then added “She couldn’t attend today. Her loss!”
Spike found it rather ironic that Pinkie would accuse anyone else of having unusual tastes after what they’d just been through, but didn’t say anything.
“And then there’s that mysterious brown stallion with the hourglass cutie mark who refuses to tell his name. He calls himself ‘The Doctor’.” Pinkie resumed. “He’s not officially a member, but he once appeared in a strange box-shaped thingy during one of our get-togethers.” she went on. “Said it was an accident, but he seemed to enjoy himself, and has continued to occasionally show up since. We don’t mind, as it’s much more fun with a male present!”
“...and that’s why you invited me?” asked Spike.
“Yes! Fluttershy said she heard a rumor that you were VERY well-endowed. Which turned out to be true!” replied Pinkie.
Fluttershy blushed again, and tried to hide her face in the water.
“I have to ask... why all the shenanigans? Drugging me with a cupcake, chaining me up, and wearing those ridiculous suits?” Spike asked. “You could have just asked me.” he added.
“Oh, silly, where’s the fun in that? We just had to give you a bit of a scare!” Pinkie answered, giggling. “We don’t always wear the suits, but when using the whip, they prevent it from leaving scars.” she added in a more serious tone.
Spike thought about this, and decided not to inquire deeper into the matter. “What about you?” he asked, turning to look at Fluttershy. “What was the deal with that personality change of yours?” he continued.
Pinkie Pie opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by Fluttershy herself. “Um... I don’t really know. It just happens sometimes, when I get very excited.” she said, blushing. “Especially... um... well... especially when I see...” she paused, blushing even more deeply, before continuing “...blood.”.
“So, you get excited when you feel pain and see blood?” Spike summarized.
She nodded, lowering her face into the water again, obviously deeply ashamed of herself, her breath creating bubbles in the water.
Spike didn’t want to make her feel any more uncomfortable, and turned to Luna instead. “How were you able to pee for so long?” he asked her.
“It is something that comes with being royalty. With our busy schedules, toilet breaks can be few and far between.” she answered. “As for the force, that is practice.” she added, smiling.
“So, your sister can do that too?” he wondered, suddenly thinking about Celestia.
“She has had a thousand years of practice, even when I was imprisoned in the moon. Her bladder would likely be even bigger than mine.” Luna replied.
“What about that strange machine you chained me to?” he asked.
“Do not look at me. That was Pinkie Pie’s idea.” replied Luna, throwing an accusing glance over at Pinkie Pie.
“It was just something I whipped up in my spare time!” Pinkie continued. “It seemed like a good idea at the time!” she shrugged, adding “It would have worked too, if that dumb board hadn’t come loose.”
Spike sighed. It was just like Pinkie Pie to come up with something crazy like that. He turned to Fluttershy, who by now had resurfaced from the water. “Why did you say all those mean things to Pinkie Pie when she was tied up?” he asked her.
The answer came from Pinkie Pie instead “I’ll explain that!”. “Remember last year, when I forgot about my own birthday, thought my friends didn’t like me anymore and had a mental breakdown?”
Spike nodded. He remembered all too well how she had tempted him with a bowl of delicious gems and forced him to lie in order to get them.
“Well, that got me curious, so me and Fluttershy did a bit of experimenting.” Pinkie went on. “And by some concentration on my part, and a lot of practicing for her to be as nasty as possible to me, we were able to reproduce it!”
“And it gets better...” she continued. “When she finally got me off, I had the bestest most incredible orgasm ever!” She stretched her hooves out excitedly to indicate the greatness of the orgasm, beaming at him. Fluttershy was blushing and trying to submerge her face again.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Spike said to Pinkie Pie, rolling his eyes.
“I may be crazy, but I get to have the best orgasms ever!” she replied, grinning widely at him before taking a big sip from her wine glass.
“So... about the S&M club... am I a member now?” he asked.
“If you want to!” replied Pinkie, and adding “It’s so hard to find reliable male members!”. “I’ll let you know whenever we’re getting together!” she continued.
“Does that mean I have to get whipped?” he asked nervously.
“Not if you don’t want to!” she replied. “I’ll get you a leather suit too, and you can whip us, kick us and call us nasty things while ramming your dong in our plotholes!”
“And ride us!” Fluttershy interjected excitedly, then blushed upon noticing that everyone was looking at her.
“Yes, that too!” Pinkie continued. “We do have some special saddles as well!”
Spike was intrigued by the thought of this. He’d never thought about riding a pony as anything sexual. He rode on Twilight’s back all the time, and she didn’t even wear a saddle. Nevertheless, the thought of riding Fluttershy was turning him on.
He grinned. “I’ll do it!”
Time passed quickly, as they continued to chat about the S&M club, their friends and the recent goings-on in Ponyville while enjoying the warmth of the water, and the wine was starting to affect them all a little.
A sudden yelp from Pinkie Pie broke their conversation, and the head of a small cute alligator surfaced over her crotch, staring blankly into the air. “Oooh, itsh jusht Gummy.” she slurred. “I peed a little!”
“Speaking of that, we require relieving of the bladder ash well.” Luna interjected, a slight hint of drunken slur in her voice.
“Um... I have to pee as well.” Fluttershy said.
“I know! Let’sh make it a contesht!” suggested Pinkie Pie. “We pee underwater, and whoever createsh the longesht jet winsh!”. “Shpike will be the judge!” she added.
“Ash if you mere mortalsh could posshibly beat ush!” laughed Luna.
“Hey, that’sh mortalisht!” Pinkie Pie retorted.
“Whatever! Let’sh do it!” replied Luna.
“Fluttershy will go firsht! Ready Shpike?” said Pinkie Pie.
Spike sighed and dove under, and after his vision became accustomed to the water, stuck a hand up to signal that he was ready. He could see Fluttershy spreading her legs a little, as a yellow jet erupted from the slit between her flanks and started to dissapate into the water. It went on for a while, before slowing down and finally stopping. He surfaced to get his breath back.
“It’sh my turn now!” said Pinkie Pie.
Spike dove down again and fixed his eyes on Pinkie Pie’s crotch as she spread her legs and started producing a yellow jet. It was darker in color than Fluttershy’s but slightly shorter. The bathwater was beginning to take on a slight yellow hue. After she finished, he surfaced again.
“That’sh nothing! We will show you how it’sh done!” said Luna.
He dove down once again, staring at Luna’s slit as she prepared herself. At first, she produced a normal jet similar to Fluttershy’s, but as she pushed harder it grew to an enormous size and length, engulfing Spike and pushing him back against the wall of the tub. She went on much longer than the other two, and there was little doubt as to who the winner was.
He surfaced again, to see that the bathwater had turned almost completely yellow.
“So, who’sh the winner?” Pinkie Pie inquired.
“Luna. No doubt about it.” he replied.
Luna celebrated the victory with a hoof pump, until a mildly annoyed Pinkie Pie prodded her flank.
Suddenly, Spike remembered that he was probably supposed to have been home a long time ago. “Hey, guysh! What time ish it?” he asked.
They either didn’t hear him, or ignored him, as they were too busy trying to prod each other in the most sensitive areas possible. The sight would have aroused him, but his balls already ached from having too many orgasms before. He sighed, and climbed out of the yellow water. He found a towel in a nearby cupboard, wiped himself dry, and headed downstairs towards the exit.
When he finally reached the library, he found Twilight waiting for him. He wasn’t surprised.
“Spike, where have you been all day?” she asked in a worried, slightly annoyed voice. “It’s well past midnight!” she added.
He was tired, and wasn’t in the mood to argue with her at this point. Explainations could wait until tomorrow, and in any case, he had to come up with one he could actually tell her first. “Yesh mom!” he replied sarcastically, and walked past her.
“Spike, are you drunk?” she inquired.
He ignored her, and continued up the stairs to his basket, where he threw himself down and fell asleep almost instantly.
Twilight came up shortly after, and pulled a warm blanket over him. “Good night, Spike.” she said quietly, before climbing into her own bed.
“Wake up, Spike! It’s morning!” Twilight said behind him.
He pretended to be asleep. After a while he heard the door closing behind her as she disappeared down the stairs. The bright light stung his eyes as he opened them and he felt a pounding ache in his head. He’d been a bit inebriated the night before, but not so much that he couldn’t remember what had happened.
He felt a bit guilty about the way he had ignored Twilight, but he had been extremely tired, and he couldn’t exactly tell her that he’d been banging two of their friends and one of the alicorn princesses. Or could he? He contemplated this.
“Hey, Twilight, about last night... Pinkie Pie invited me to a party with her, Fluttershy and Princess Luna. We fucked like dirty pigs, and then got drunk in the tub.” he imagined himself telling her. Nah, that probably wasn’t a good idea, and she’d never believe him anyway.
The sound of the door slamming downstairs snapped him out of his thoughts. He got out of his basket and sauntered over to the bedroom door, rubbing his forehead in the hopes that it would make the pain go away. It wasn’t working.
Putting his ear to the door, he could hear Twilight’s voice from below, and guessed that someone had come over to visit.
“Screw it, I’m going down.” he thought. He wasn’t too keen on being interrogated by Twilight, but he couldn’t stay in his basket for the rest of his life either. Maybe if he was lucky, he could sneak out the front door while Twilight was busy conversing with the visitor.
He slowly turned the knob and carefully pushed the door open, then proceeded to tiptoe down the stairs. Everything was going according to plan when suddenly he tripped over a book that had been carelessly left on the stairs, fell off the staircase and faceplanted into a pile of books, swearing loudly.
“Oh, you’re finally up Spike!”. As he opened his eyes, he saw Twilight’s face smiling down at him.
“Hello, Spike.” His heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking that soft sweet voice. He sprung upright and saw Fluttershy standing behind Twilight, smiling at him. She looked her usual self, aside from a small bandage around her body, and was carrying a book on her back.
“Um... I just came here to return this book.” she explained, and then, turning to Twilight, continued “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
“No problem...” replied Twilight, then turning back to Fluttershy and looking at the bandage, asked “... but what’s with that bandage? Are you hurt?”
“Oh, um... it’s nothing, I just accidentally cut myself on a thorny bush.” Fluttershy lied convincingly and shot Spike a knowing wink as Twilight turned away for a moment to levitate the book back to its place in a bookcase above.
He had to strain to stop himself from blushing.
“I should get going.” said Fluttershy, turning towards the door.
“See you later!” replied Twilight.
As Fluttershy disappeared, closing the door behind her, Twilight turned back to Spike, an expression of disappointment and mild anger on her face.
Spike swallowed and hung his head. “Look, Twi, I’m sorry about the way I behaved yesterday night.” he said apologetically. “I was really tired.”
Her expression softened a bit upon hearing the apology. “Where were you then, and what happened to your face?” she inquired.
He instinctively felt his face with his hand. In all the strangeness, he’d completely forgotten about the small scratch left by Luna’s spiky suit, over which a crust had now formed. As he still hadn’t been able to come up with any plausible sounding explanation, he decided try a sort of limited honesty. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me!” she replied.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’ll tell you later.” he stalled, hoping to buy more time.
He expected her to get angry or ask more questions any second, but she didn’t. Instead, she gave him a slight smile. “Okay, Spike. We’ll leave it at that for now.”
“Got any Aspirin?” he asked.
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The rest of the morning proceeded more or less as normal. They had breakfast and Spike spent the next few hours doing his duties as Twilight’s number one assistant. Mostly, this consisted of picking up and replacing books that Twilight had left all over the place during her research sessions the previous day and couldn’t be bothered to return to their place.
Standing on a tall rickety ladder, he gave an exhalation of relief as the last of the books slid back into its place, thus completing his morning chores. He was about to climb back down, when he heard a knock on the front door.
“Coming!” Twilight’s voice echoed from below.
Spike was just about to climb back down when he heard the door opening, and Rarity’s voice coming from below. “Good morning, Twilight. Is Spike here?”
What was Rarity doing here? Had she come to tell Twilight about his dastardly deed? Or had she come seeking retribution?
He panicked, and in an attempt to climb on top of the bookcase one of his scrambling legs kicked the ladder, causing it to topple backwards and crash to the floor, making an infernal racket. His grip on the edge of the bookcase slipped and he fell down, landing painfully on his posterior. Both ponies had turned around, and were staring at him.
“Are you all right Spike?” said Twilight worriedly, examining him for any sign of injury.
He examined his body, trying to feel if anything was broken. “I’m fine... I think.” he said, adding after a short pause “Well, except that my butt hurts like hay.”.
Twilight’s face brightened up in relief. “Good. You really should be more careful!”
The shock and pain of the fall had momentarily knocked his fear of facing Rarity out of his mind, but then he noticed that she too was staring at him and felt a needle of fear pierce his heart once more.
His eyes moved slowly up her legs and neck, and finally connected with hers. She was smiling at him.
Turning to Twilight, Rarity said “I came to ask if I could borrow Spike for a bit to assist me in hunting for gems.” and then turning to Spike, smiling. “That is, if you don’t mind.”
If she was angry at him, she was doing a very good job of hiding it. He could see no sign of anger in her face, and if he went along with her on a gem hunt, he would have a perfect opportunity to apologize for his vile act of voyeurism the previous day.
He smiled back at her. “Of course I don’t mind!”
“Well, that’s okay then!” said Twilight, then added jokingly “Just make sure you bring him back here when you’re done with him.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Rarity, then turning to Spike “Meet me at my boutique in an hour?”
“Okay!” he replied, now rather excited at the prospect of spending some quality time alone with Rarity.
After Rarity left, Twilight turned to Spike and told him in a stern voice “Don’t stay out too late this time.”.
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An hour had almost passed, and Spike was standing outside Rarity’s boutique, tapping his foot nervously as he knocked on the door. “Just a minute, dear!” Rarity’s voice came from somewhere within the house.
After a while, the door opened and Rarity appeared in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe. “Ah, there you are! Come on in, dear!” she motioned for him to come inside. As he stepped he stepped over the threshold, she closed and locked the door behind him.
After looking around the room, searching for any sign of Sweetie Belle and finding none, he turned to Rarity. “I’m so sorry about yesterday!” he burst out, barely able to contain his feeling of guilt and shame.
To his surprise, she smiled at him. “Don’t be, darling!” “I must admit, I was a bit... taken aback by your... performance yesterday...” A thoughtful expression came across her face, as she continued “... and Sweetie Belle’s questions afterwards were rather... awkward...” She fixed her eyes on Spike again, an expression of excitement now on her face, and finished “... but I never expected a small dragon such as yourself to be so... BIG!”
For a moment she became distant, staring blankly into the air with her mouth open, seemingly lost in some fantasy. Spike waved his hand in front of her eyes until she snapped out of her daydream.
“Oh, excuse me.” she said, blushing slightly. “Ah, yes, the reason I asked you to come here...”
“To help you dig up gems?” Spike asked, not quite daring to believe she was actually thinking about what he thought she might be thinking about.
“Not quite. “ she answered, her eyes going blank with thought once more. “Being a designer and maker of dresses is, as I’m sure you are aware, hard work and very time consuming.” she went on. “It leaves me hardly any time to pursue relationships of the romantic kind...” She turned her gaze on Spike again, blushing slightly. “... but that doesn’t mean I don’t have - excuse me if I sound a bit unladylike... certain urges...” she said, deep embarrassment now in her voice.
Spike felt the heat of embarrassment and excitement spread across his face. Could she possibly be thinking of doing that... with him?
Rarity continued, shutting her eyes in embarrassment “... oh, I can’t believe I’m saying this...” “I know you’ve had a crush on me for a long time, and I was wondering if you would be willing to...” She paused for a moment before continuing. “... assist me with my urges...”
At this point, Spike felt as though his face was about to burst into flames at any moment, and he felt as though his feet were floating a few inches above the floor. “Am I dreaming?” he thought to himself. He looked down at his claws to make sure they had the correct number of fingers. “Nope, looks right. I must be awake...”
He looked up, directly into Rarity’s eyes. “Let me get this straight... you’re asking me to have sex with you?” he asked her straight out, to clear up any possible misunderstanding.
“Bluntly put, yes.” she answered, then added “Will you?”.
“Are you kidding me? Of course I will!” he replied, and then fainted.
He woke up from a splash of cold water hitting his face, and looking around quickly established that he was now in Rarity’s bathroom. Rarity’s was staring down at him, a worried look on her face.
“Are you okay, dear?” she inquired.
He sprung upright, feeling his body. The uncomfortable hotness had gone, and he was now quivering with excitement instead. “Yes, I’m fine!” he replied, then asked “You did just ask me to do what I think you just asked me to do, right?” to make sure he hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing.
“Yes.” she replied, smiling at him. “Accompany me to my boudoir?” she suggested.
“Actually... why don’t we do it here... in the shower?” he counter-suggested, remembering how sexy she had looked under the shower. “I just loved the way your wet mane looked when you were in the shower.” he added, twiddling his thumbs nervously.
“Why, that’s an excellent idea!” she exclaimed. “That would even save me the trouble of having to change the sheets!”
She closed the bathroom door and locked it, then removed her bathrobe, hanging it neatly on a hook next to the door, and walked under the shower. A faint glow encompassed her horn, causing the faucet to turn around and unleashing a flow of warm water from the shower head. She closed her eyes and whipped her mane around with her head, as the water soaked it, depriving it of its carefully crafted shape and causing it to fall down limply, clinging to her head and face.
Spike just stood there, his mouth open, silently watching her in awe. “Such grace...” he thought. “... such elegance...” A drop of drool escaped his mouth. “... such intense beauty...” A small stream of blood escaped his right nostril, and he felt his head getting lighter as though it was a balloon filling up with helium. His penis almost made a “boioioing” sound as it sprang to attention, hard as Tom.
She sensuously whipped her mane around her head once more, and turning towards Spike motioned for him to join her.
Spike the balloon floated across the bathroom floor, over to Rarity. The sensation of warm water splashing down his face from the shower dispelled his lightheadedness and washed away the blood from under his nose, and he realized that his feet were in fact touching the floor.
He could hardly believe this was really happening, as he watched the goddess in front of him, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm water trickling down her body in a cloud of steam. He almost felt as though he was drunk again - drunk on Rarity’s ultimate beauty.
He shook his head. “No, Spike! You need to keep your head straight now!” he thought to himself, forcing his mind back down to earth. He took a few steps closer to Rarity, until he was standing directly behind her. She spread her hind legs slightly and lifted her tail, giving him a clear view of her most sacred orifice.
At this point, he realized there was a small problem with this. He was quite a bit shorter than her, and couldn’t quite reach her with his cock. Luckily, apparently, so did she. Turning her head around, smiling and giving him a playful look, her horn began to glow, and a step stool slid over from somewhere behind them. It had a picture of a teddybear on it.
“Sweetie Belle needs it to reach the toilet.” Rarity explained, before Spike could ask.
He nervously pushed the step stool behind her, and stepped onto it. It was just the right height, placing his dick right on level with her marehood. Pulling back his foreskin, he carefully placed the tip against her slit, rubbing it up and down and savouring the feeling of her soft wet fur brushing against it.
She gave a soft moan, and he felt her becoming even more moist and slippery from her arousal. He knew she wanted it - wanted him inside her. With a light push, the tip of his cock slid into her, pushing her furry wet lips apart.
Turning her head around, biting her lip softly and opening one eye, she gave him a sensuous look. “Be gentle, please...”
He pushed, and felt the warm caress of her insides, as he slid the full length of his dragonhood into her.
“Ooooh Spike!” said Rarity, her voice quivering with pleasure as she put her front hooves against the marble wall for support.
The feeling of her tight wet hole squeezing him was incredible, and the pleasure was further amplified by the warm water from the shower flowing down their bodies. Moans of pleasure escaped Rarity’s mouth as he pulled back, almost all the way out, and then thrust back in, making a splashing sound as his wet balls slapped against her rump.
He playfully stroked her dripping wet tail as he continued to thrust into her, eliciting further moans and whines of pleasure from her. After playing with it for a while, he let go of her tail, letting it flop limply down between her legs, causing it to brush softly against his shaft. The feeling of wet hair brushing against his balls as he continued his thrusting through her tail increased his pleasure even further, and he knew at this rate he wouldn’t last much longer. He placed his hands carefully on her flanks for support, making sure not to poke her with his claws.
“Oooh yes! Rub my gems!” she moaned.
Gently caressing her cutie marks, he savoured the feel of her silky coat sliding through his fingers. As he did this, her moans intensified even more.
“Ooh Spike... that feels soo goooood...” she screamed, her voice cracking up from the pleasure, as she started to push against the wall, thrusting herself against him for added impact.
He knew she was about to come, and so was he - it was time to finish her off. Continuing to rub her gems, he increased the pace and force of his thrusts, enjoying the wet sloppy noises of his balls slapping against her rump and tail.
“Oooh my Celestia... I’m coming!” she screamed. And then she came, a mixture of moans and screams of pleasure flooding forth from her mouth.
He felt her divine tunnel clench down on his pulsating rod, setting him off as well. His eyes shut instinctively and his face contorted into a grimace as his balls finally gave in and released their treasured content into her hot equine womb.
As their orgasms started to subside, he felt her legs starting to wobble before she collapsed, yanking him down from the step stool. He pulled his now considerably less rigid member out of her and watched as his white dragon seed started to dribble out of her slit onto the floor, mixing with the warm water.
Rolling around on her back, she lay panting on the floor with her mouth open and her eyes closed. Spike laid down on his back next to her and closed his eyes.
For several minutes, they just lay there silently together, exhausted and enjoyed the rejuvenating feeling of the warm water from the shower splashing against their bodies.
Spike was about to doze off when Rarity finally rolled around and got back on her feet. He stood up and opened his eyes to see her standing in front of him. Her mane and tail were a tangled mess, and some of his jizz had stuck to her coat, but her face shone with an euphoric glow as she stood under the shower.
Suddenly, he realized that he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since the previous night, and an intense urge to pee spread through his body. “I have to pee. Mind if I use the toilet?” he asked politely, immediately realizing how silly it sounded, considering he’d just had sex with her.
She opened her eyes and turned towards him again, having now managed to get most of the tangles out of her hair. “Wait. You have to pee, you say?” she said, as a thoughtful expression came across her face. “I read in a recent issue of Cosmoponytan that dragon urine is supposed to be good for one’s mane and complexion... and also very rare!”
Her eyes were now fixed on him, wide open with excitement. “Would you pee on my mane?”
“Sure!” he replied, excited at the prospect of this.
She stepped out of the shower, lowered her head in front of him, closed her eyes and said “Ready when you are!”.
Firmly gripping his dick and pointing it at her face, he let out a moan of relief as he released a stream of warm yellow fluid.
“May I?” said Rarity.
“Huh?” he replied, unsure what she meant, when a faint blue glow encompassed his dick. A tingling sensation spread through his crotch, as he released his grip as his yellow stream continued to splash against her face and horn. The strange sensation intensified as she started to move it around, showering her mane and tail with it.
After a while, a bottle of shampoo floated over, pouring some of its content into her mane and tail. Foam started to form as she used her hooves to rub it into her urine-soaked hair, and a strange smell spread across the room - a mixture of flowers and pee.
As his bladder ran out of juice and the stream stopped, she released his dick from her telekinesis and the tingling subsided.
She continued to rub the shampoo into her mane for a while, before stepping back under the shower and rinsing it out, causing it to return to its smooth wet state.
They spent a while under the shower, helping each other clean away the sticky remnants of sperm that had clung to their skin and fur, before drying themselves off and returning to the living room.
“That was absolutely marvelous!” Rarity exclaimed, beaming at Spike. “Never before have I experienced such a magnificent orgasm!” she continued. A lustful expression spread across her face. “We simply must do this again sometime!” “Soon...” her voice trailed off dreamily.
Spike had never before in his life felt such joy as he did at that moment. Rarity had complemented him - said he was marvelous. He could hardly believe his own ears.
They chatted for a while before he left, saying goodbye to Rarity.
---
As he stepped through the library door, he was greeted by Twilight.
“Hi Spike! How was the gem hunt? Did you find any good gems?” she wondered, a friendly smile on her face.
“Oooh yeah...” he replied.
Twilight raised an eyebrow at his sheepish grin.
He didn’t care. Rarity had just had sex with him - and she wanted to do it again. Now he could die a happy dragon.
He could almost feel Twilight’s eyes on his back, as he climbed the stairs up to the bedroom. Dropping into his basket, exhausted but happy, he fell asleep within minutes, dreaming of sunshine and unicorns.
Several days had passed since Spike’s liaison with Rarity. He had completed his morning chores, tidying up after Twilight, and had gone out to replenish their stock of quills and parchment.
The town square was bustling with activity as usual - ponies from all over Ponyville and its surrounding regions came there to buy supplies and sell their wares. As Spike was passing through on his way back from Quills and Sofas, he felt a hoof tapping him on the shoulder and turned around to see Applejack’s friendly round eyes staring at him.
“Howdy Spike!” she said. “Whatcha doin’?”
“I was just getting some supplies for Twilight.” he replied, adding “I’m on my way back now.” He lifted the arm with which he was holding the bag of supplies to show her.
“Well ain’t that swell!” she exclaimed, not seeming overly interested in the bag. “Say, are ya hungry?” she asked. “Ah’ve got all sorts of delicious food!” She indicated her stand, on which she had apples, apple pies and various other apple-related items.
He was about to decline her offer when his stomach rumbled and he realized he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
“Sure, I’ll have a slice of apple pie.” he said, holding out a few bits in his hand.
“Aw, don’ worry ‘bout it. It’s on the house!” she said, pushing his hand away, before going to fetch a slice of pie.
Spike ate it, and it tasted really delicious. “Thanks, AJ! It was delicious!” he said, as he got ready to head back.
“Jus’ one more thing before ya go.” she said, and then went on “Would ya mind comin’ by mah farm later? Ah got sumthin’ ah wanna show ya.”
He thought about it, and realized he didn’t really have any plans for the day. “Sure, if Twilight doesn’t mind.” he replied.
“I’ll be seein’ ya then!” she shouted after him, as he resumed his trip back to the library.
---
As he entered the library, Twilight was already well along in preparing the next day’s morning chores for him. She looked up from the book in front of her, smiling at Spike.
“Oh, you’re back.” she said happily. “Did you get the supplies we needed?”
“Yup. It’s all in the bag.” he said, indicating the bag. “I’ll go put them in their place.” “Oh, by the way, Applejack asked me to come over to her farm later. Said she had something to show me. You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, remembering Applejack’s request.
“Of course not!” Twilight replied. “I’ll manage by myself. I’ve got a lot of reading to do.” Her gaze returned to the book, absorbing her once again in its intricacies.
---
A few hours later, Spike had made his way down to Sweet Apple Acres, feeling sure Applejack would have returned home by then.
He knocked on the front door to the house and waited. Soon, the door was opened by a sturdy red stallion with an orange mane. It was Applejack’s older brother, Big Macintosh.
“Is Applejack here?” Spike asked.
The red stallion turned his head around, yelling into the house “It’s for you, sis!”. He disappeared back into the house, and a few moments later Applejack appeared in the doorway.
“Heya Spike! Let’s go sumwhere a tad more private.” she said, looking around to make sure nopony was watching them.
She led him into the house, up the stairs to her bedroom, where she locked the door.
Spike was getting suspicious, but asked anyway. “So, what was it you wanted to show me?”
“Aaactually, it’s more sumthin’ ah wanted you to show me.” she admitted, and conspiratorially leaning closer to him, went on “Ah heard a rumor that you were really... well-endowed, if ya know what ah mean.” She gave him a flirty, knowing wink.
Spike sighed, rubbing his temples with his right claw. He should have guessed. Did all of Ponyville know now? “Where exactly did you hear this... rumor?” he asked, curious as to know who was spreading personal information about him.
She looked bothered for a minute, appearing to ponder whether she should tell him or not. “Aw, shucks, ya’d probably find out anyway...” she said. “Mah brother told me. Said he overheard sum’ of the members of the S&M club talking about it.”
Spike could hardly contain his surprise at her mention of the S&M club. “You know about the S&M club?!”
She smiled. “Yup. Big bro’s a member, though he doesn’t go there very often anymore.” “Ah’m not s’posed t’ know about it ‘course, but after he was injured at one of their meetings last applebuck season, an’ ah pressed him about it, he broke down an’ told me all ‘bout it.” “Ah considered joinin’. Thought it might be fun to try. Never got ‘round to it though.”
She stared directly into his eyes, an excited grin on her face. “Now, whaddaya say we play a little game?”
“I’m guessing this ‘game’ involves sex?” Spike asked, knowing what the answer would be.
“Yup.” she replied.
He thought about it for a second. It had been a few days since he last did it, and now that he thought about it he was kinda horny. Also, he realized as he looked at the pony in front of him, Applejack was kinda sexy.
“All right!” he said, and then asked “What sort of ‘game’ is this?”.
“I call it ‘The Cowboy and the Horny Hunter’.” she said, grinning widely. “Follow me down to the barn.”
---
Spike was beginning to question the wisdom of going along with Applejack’s “game” as he lay on his back in a pile of hay wearing a horned leather helmet, his arms and legs tied together with a thick rope.
After tying him up, Applejack had left the barn saying she would be right back. Several minutes had passed, and he was beginning to wonder if she had abandoned him there when she finally reappeared through the door wearing a large curvy purple rubber strap-on, a wide grin on her face.
Spike swallowed nervously as he was beginning to see where this was heading.
Applejack turned towards the barn door. “Are ya coming, big bro?” she called out.
“Eeeyup.” came Big Macintosh’s voice from somewhere outside, before moments later he stepped through the door as well.
Applejack stuck her head outside the door and looked around to make sure nopony else was around, then slid the door shut and locked it with a large rusty padlock.
“I’ll be the cowboy.” she said, then turning to Spike “Spike, you’ll be the horny hunter.” “Big Mac here will be the...” she paused for a moment thinking. “...other cowboy.” she finished lamely.
“Hang on a sec, Spike. Jus’ need sum’ preparations s’all.” she said, moving over to Big Mac.
Spike looked on in disbelief as the large red stallion rolled over on his back, closed his eyes and let his sister wrap her muzzle around his rocket launcher, making loud slurping noises as she sucked and licked it. He could feel a serious hard-on coming on.
For a few minutes, Applejack continued to move her head up and down on her brother’s cock, taking nearly his full length down her throat, before she finally pulled off him and wiped the drool from her mouth.
“That should do it.” she said, admiring the now fully lubricated cock.
Standing up on her hind legs, she spat on her right front hoof and began to rub it all over the purple rubber dong protruding from her crotch. When it was nice and slippery, she positioned herself in front of Spike.
Big Macintosh, who had now gotten back on his feet, positioned himself behind his sister, leaning his front hooves on her back.
Pushing Spike’s tail out of the way, Applejack placed the tip of the purple rubber wang against the hole between his tail and now-raging boner.
“Uhhh, that’s not even gonna fit... is it?” Spike asked nervously.
Applejack didn’t reply. With a firm push, the tip of the curvy purple schlong slid into his anus, proving him wrong once and for all.
“Hnnngh!” Spike groaned, his face contorting into a constipated grimace as his sphincter stretched around the smooth curvy rubber.
Applejack’s eyes rolled back, and she gave a soft moan as her brother’s stallionhood entered her back door as well. Overcoming the pleasure, she began to thrust her flanks against Spike’s bottom, as her brother thrust his against hers.
At first it hurt. Then it just felt weird. After a while, surges of pleasure started to spread through his body as the curves rubbed against his insides.
A symphony of moans and groans filled the barn as the two ponies bumped their crotches against their respective partners, pleasure rapidly building up in all three of them.
A loud groan escaped Big Macintosh’s mouth as he slammed his balls into his sister’s plot one last time, and he came, spraying load after load of his manly goo into her colon. This started a chain reaction, as the sensation of his fluids entering her set off Applejack as well and she screamed out in pleasure, thrusting hard against Spike.
As Applejack came, Spike felt a warm liquid entering him, filling up his colon as the curved rubber massaged what felt like the back of his balls from inside his anus. This pushed him over the edge as well, unleashing an earth-shattering orgasm from deep within his balls. He was barely able to pry his eyes open in time to see see his rock hard cock fire stream after stream of sticky white stuff onto Applejack’s chest and face.
For a while, they lay panting in a pile on the floor, before slowly recovering from their orgasms. Finally, Big Macintosh got to his legs, pulling his stallionhood out of his sister’s plot, and allowing her to withdraw from Spike.
As Applejack pulled out the rubber dong, a trickle of warm yellow liquid escaped Spike’s anus before it closed up again. Spike now noticed that the rubber strap-on had a small hole at the tip, which presumably entered Applejack’s urethra on the other end.
Applejack grabbed her purple wang, and pointing it at Spike’s, released a few more squirts of urine onto his cock, an expression of relief on her face. Spike felt his hardness starting to return, as the warm liquid dribbled down his cock.
“An’ that’s how ya play ‘The Cowboy and the Horny Hunter’!” she exclaimed, wiping some of Spike’s jizz off her face with her hoof. “...an’ now for somthin’ completely different.”
She detached the strap-on, and pulling it out of her crotch revealed another large rubber cock on the other side as well as a small tube for the urethra. Discarding the strap-on on the floor, she moved over to Spike and untied him.
Applejack snickered as Spike removed the silly leather helmet from his head and tossed it into a pile of hay.
“‘kay, boys. Y’all ready for round two now?” Applejack exclaimed.
“Eeeyup.” replied Big Macintosh.
Looking down at his stiff wet cock, Spike said “My body is ready.”.
“Right, this is how it goes.” Applejack began, then looking at her brother continued “Big bro, you’ll sit down on the floor. I’ll get on yer cock with mah butt.”. She turned to Spike. “Spike, you’ll fuck mah cunt from the front once ah get on.”
Big Macintosh sat down on the floor, holding his stallionhood up straight as his sister straddled him with her hind legs and tried to squeeze her plothole onto him. Eventually, she hit the bull’s eye and sat down on him, taking the entirety of his cock into her.
Spike moved over to them, and pushing her flanks aside positioned his rod at the opening of her dripping wet pussy. With a slight push, he slid it inside, savouring the warm embrace of her insides around his dragonhood, and started to thrust in and out. At the same time, Applejack started to lift herself up from the ground and then dropping back down onto her brother’s cock repeatedly.
Delightful jolts of pleasure shot through Spike’s body as he thrust in and out of Applejack’s wet cunt, and the moans escaping from her told him that she felt the same. Her moans grew louder and more intense as he placed his hands on her flanks and started to massage her apples, rubbing his hands against her soft fur and savouring the feel of its texture.
Spike could feel pressure building up inside him anew, and increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, making sure to rub his cock against her clitoris as hard as possible.
A loud scream escaped Applejack as her cunt started to convulse around his cock and she unleashed several long hard squirts of warm urine onto his balls, setting off both Spike and her brother.
Spike continued to thrust in and out through their orgasms, shooting load after load into her as the splashing sounds of his wet balls slapping against her crotch echoed through the room.
The two ponies slumped down in exhaustion as Spike pulled out of Applejack and watched as white goo started to ooze from her wet slit.
Having regained her breath, Applejack lifted herself off her brother’s cock and got back on her hooves.
“Whew! Now that’s what ah call a good fuck.” she said, still breathing heavily from the exertion. She examined herself, noticing that the fur on her chest was still caked with Spike’s goo. “Ah guess we’re all gonna need ta take a shower after this.” she added as she removed the padlock and slid the barn door open again.
What none of them had noticed was a small hole in the barn wall, through which a small round eye had been watching them curiously all along.
After taking a shower with Applejack at her house, Spike decided to head back to the library.
---
As usual, when he returned home, Twilight looked up from her book to greet him.
“Hi! What was it Applejack wanted to show you?” she inquired curiously.
“Oh... umm...” Spike said, scouring his mind for something to say. “Her stamp collection! Yeah, that’s it.” he continued, fully aware of his cringeworthy lying abilities.
“I didn’t know Applejack collected stamps...” Twilight wondered, raising an eyebrow at Spike.
“Well, I’m going to bed.” he said, not wanting to give her any opportunity to question him further. “Good night Twilight.”
Twilight watched him silently as he disappeared through the bedroom door, shrugged and went back to reading her book. In her mind however, she couldn’t help feeling that something was strange about the way Spike had been acting lately.
It was once again sunday in Ponyville, and Spike lay in his basket riffling through the most recent issue of “Horrns” - a unicorn fetish magazine he subscribed to from Canterlot. When he got to the centerfold, he froze as his eyes fell on a gorgeous white unicorn with long slender legs, an elegantly curved body and finely chiseled muzzle. Her sleek light pink mane ended in a stylish set of curls, and her thick well-groomed tail curled at the tip. A fleur-de-lis cutie mark graced her slender well-curved flank, which she flirtatiously presented to the camera.
A few drops of drool escaped Spike’s mouth as his jaw dropped and his tongue fell out of his mouth. He felt his loins stirring down below and quickly pulled his blanket over him in order to hide it, lest Twilight walk in and spot his arousal.
After putting away the magazine and letting his body cool down for a bit, he decided to get out of his basket and go downstairs. Maybe a bit later he’d go see somepony who would be willing to assist in remedying his horniness.
---
As usual on Spike’s days off, the main room of the library was a mess. Piles of books littered the floor, and stacks towered everywhere.
Spike could barely make out the tip of Twilight’s horn over a tall stack of obscure history books as he reached the bottom of the stairs, before it once again vanished out of sight, obscured by the books.
“Morning Twilight!” he shouted towards the wall of texts blocking his view of the study area.
Twilight’s horn reappeared momentarily. “Oh, you’re up Spike. Good morning!” came her voice from behind the books.
Spike had just decided to go get himself some breakfast, when the door suddenly burst open. Turning towards the door, he saw Pinkie Pie standing there, beaming at him with her big round eyes.
“Hi Spike!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Is Twilight here?”
Twilight stepped out from behind her fortress of books. “Good morning, Pinkie Pie!” she said happily, smiling. “What brings you here?”
“I came to give you this!” Pinkie Pie replied, producing a pink slip of paper from her mane. Twilight’s glow grabbed the paper and hovered it in front of her as she read it.
“Oh, you’re throwing a party tonight?” Twilight said. “What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion!” replied Pinkie Pie. “I just thought we haven’t been spending enough time together lately, so I decided to throw a party and invite all our friends!”
“Now that I think about it, you’re right.” said Twilight. “We haven’t spent as much time together as we used to, have we?” A smile spread across her face. “Of course I’ll be there!” she continued.
“Oh, and there’s one more thing!” Pinkie Pie burst out, turning to Spike. “Spike, would you like to come with me and help me bake cupcakes?”
“Bake? But I don’t know anything about...” Spike started, before his mind caught up. “Ohh... right... ‘bake’...” he thought, grinning at the cleverness of this allegory. “Sure, Pinkie Pie! I’d love to!” he said.
“Great!” she said.
After having said goodbye to Twilight and closing the library door behind them, Pinkie Pie turned to Spike. “Wanna ride?”
Spike wasn’t opposed to the idea. “Sure.” he replied.
Her smile widened. “Hop on then!”
He climbed onto her back and enjoyed the strawberry scent of her mane as it brushed against him on the way to Sugarcube Corner.
---
Upon stepping over the threshold at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie turned around and locked the door behind them.
She turned her head around to Spike, who was still sitting on her back, and said, smiling “Wait here while I get things ready in the kitchen!”.
Spike hopped down from her back and watched her poofy pink tail swaying in front of her rump until she disappeared into the kitchen. Was she actually going to bake cupcakes? Nah - she surely wouldn’t need his help for that alone. After all, she was probably one of the most skilled cupcake-makers in Ponyville. Could she be planning something kinky?
He sat down and listened to the sound of Pinkie Pie rummaging around in the kitchen.
---
A while had passed, and Spike was getting seriously bored when he finally heard Pinkie Pie’s voice calling out from the kitchen.
“I’m ready Spike! You can come in now!” she called.
He got up, very curious as to what she was up to, and headed for the kitchen door.
What he saw when he entered was not what he had expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect - but it sure wasn’t this.
Pots, bowls, measuring jugs and various other pieces of equipment used for baking were lying around the kitchen, having apparently been used recently, and on top of the kitchen counter, next to the sink lay Pinkie Pie on her back, her chest, crotch and inner flanks covered in what appeared to be chocolate cake frosting.
“Come get some, stud-muffin!” she said seductively, staring at him with her sexy bedroom eyes and licking some cake frosting from around her mouth.
Spike felt his nether regions stirring once more. He climbed onto the counter in front of Pinkie Pie, and pushing aside a bowl of fruit, positioned himself in front of her.
“Lick my frosting!” she ordered him, spreading her hind legs.
He went to work with his tongue, starting with her chest, lapping at the chocolate frosting that covered her fur and savouring its delicious taste - a mixture of strawberries and chocolate.
She closed her eyes, moaning softly as his tongue danced across her chest, ruffling her coat. “Oh yes... that’s it...”
Having more or less cleaned up her chest, he proceeded downwards, playfully stirring the frosting on her inner flank with his tongue before lapping it up, causing her to start moaning louder and breathing heavily in between.
He continued to lick the delicious chocolate from her coat, cleaning up her inner flanks and moving slowly but surely towards her lady bits. A few giggles escaped her in between her moans, as his tongue started tickling her belly and groin area.
As his tongue finally slid across the mound between her legs, tickling her naughty bits, she gave a loud chuckle, clenching her hind legs instinctively as a squirt of fluid escaped her slit.
“Oops!” she giggled, as the now slightly moister dragon continued to lick her.
Lapping up the salty strawberry liquid, Spike slid his tongue into her slit, discovering as he did so that not only was the outside covered in chocolate frosting, but the inside as well.
Pinkie Pie let out a gasp of pleasure, as Spike buried his face in her mound, sucking and licking the wet mixture of chocolate frosting and her juices out of her deepest, most private area. He continued to gobble her moist furry slit until it was depleted of chocolate, whereupon he went on to playfully tease her clitoris with his tongue, gently nibbling on it as he did so.
She was moaning and panting heavily, her entire body quivering with pleasure as he toyed with her most sensitive erogenous zone, letting him know that she was about to climax. Deciding it was time to finish her off, he brought in his hand, rubbing her slippery button violently as he continued to tease it with his mouth.
“Spike! I’m coming! Uhnn~”
As an explosive orgasm hit her, her hind legs involuntarily clenched down hard on Spike, squeezing his face into her crotch as powerful squirts of juices gushed out of her loins and making him gasp for air as he struggled to lap up her secretions faster than she could produce them. After a while, her orgasm subsided, and releasing Spike from the grip of her legs, she flopped down on her back, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, trying to regain her composure.
Spike poked his body in various places, trying to find out if anything was broken. He was dripping wet with Pinkie Pie’s juices, having been unable to consume them quickly enough, and as he looked down he realized that so was Pinkie’s tail, which dangled limply over the edge of the counter, soaking wet.
Having regained some of her strength, Pinkie Pie pushed herself into a sitting position, picking up her soggy tail and wringing it over the sink, after which it sprung back into its usual poofy shape, slightly damp. She then turned to Spike, smiling mischievously, staring at his raging boner which was also soaked in her juices.
“I can see you’re eager to stick it in, but you’ll just have to wait a teensy weensy bit longer.” she said sweetly, reaching towards the bowl of fruit and grabbing a large banana.
As Spike watched, wondering what she was planning next, she slowly pulled down the banana peel, exposing the sweet yellow core within and wrapped her muzzle around it. Instead of biting it off, however, she slid it gently into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue and making it wet with her saliva, before pulling it back out, still in one piece, and handing it to Spike.
She leaned over towards Spike, giving his cheek a sensuous lick and whispering softly into his ear “Pleasure me with it...”, before positioning herself with her back against the wall and spreading her hind legs again.
Spike examined the banana and shrugged. He bent down in front of Pinkie Pie, and parting her labia gently with his claws, slid the tip of the banana inside her.
She bit her lip softly in response to the sensation of the slippery yellow fruit entering her. “Push...” she instructed him, half moaning and half whispering.
He gave the soft fruit a slight push, sliding it even further inside, almost disappearing into her entirely. Taking a wild guess at what she wanted next, he pulled it almost all the way back out, gently to avoid it breaking, before slowly sliding it back in.
“Uhhh... yes! Faster!” she moaned.
“But won’t that cause it to break?” asked Spike.
“Just... uh! Do it!” she gasped.
He shrugged again and increased his pace, sliding the banana in and out of her at greater speed than before, soon causing it to crumble to mush inside her.
“It crumbled inside you...” he explained, giving a sigh of resignation.
“Good...” she replied, then continued “Now you can stick yours in!”.
“Eh?” Spike wondered, raising an eyebrow at Pinkie Pie. This was novel, but then again, he reminded himself once again, it was Pinkie Pie.
He positioned himself in front of her, rubbing the tip of his dick against the wet slippery fur of her crotch, and with a gentle push slid it inside, plowing through the banana sludge inside and causing some of it to drip out onto the counter.
As he thrust in, even more of the yellow goo oozed out and slid down his balls. The sensation of the warm gooey substance squeezing around his dick filled him with immense pleasure. He started to thrust in and out, biting his lip to contain his orgasm, and enjoying the sloppy sounds of his banana-covered balls slapping against Pinkie Pie’s furry mound.
He could hear her moans grow in intensity over time as he shoved his throbbing rod into her hard over and over again. Remembering his previous success with this, he placed his hands on her flanks and started to gently rub her balloons while continuing his thrusts. This seemed to work, as her moans intensified once again, but after a while the moans stopped, prompting Spike to open his eyes to see what was wrong.
Pinkie Pie stared back at him innocently, her muzzle covered in chocolate frosting. “Wuf? Fhechs makefh me hunfrhy!” she mumbled, chewing noisily on a slice of cake.
Spike said nothing. “She’s just being Pinkie Pie.” he reminded himself, closing his eyes as he rammed his cock into her harder than before, knocking the breath out of her, and causing her to spray his face with cake crumbs.
He went on to massage her cutie marks harder than before, occasionally teasing them gently with the tip of his claw.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as his thrusts increased in force, dropping the remains of the cake over the edge of the counter, where it splattered onto the floorboards below.
Finally, she climaxed, and he felt her banana-filled cunt clenching down on his pulsating member, massaging him with each convulsion and causing more of the thick yellow goo to squirt out onto his balls.
With one final massive thrust, he rammed into her as he too came with the force of a thousand elephants and heard himself let out a loud moan as he emptied his missile tanks into her banana-filled cunt.
He then collapsed onto her chest, and they lay there panting for several minutes, feeling the warmth and throbbing of each other’s body.
After a while, Pinkie Pie opened her eyes again. “Don’t pull out yet.” she said, adding “Grab hold of my rump, and don’t let go.”
She turned herself around carefully, to allow him to get a hold on her, and once she was certain he could hang on, stood up on the counter, lifting him up with her, his now rapidly softening cock still inside.
She walked carefully over to a large glass bowl on the other end of the kitchen counter, straddling it with her hind legs.
“Are you able to pee inside me?” she asked him.
Spike thought about it, and realized he did have to pee a bit. “Probably.” he replied.
“Good! I’ve been holding it in all day for this! We’ll go together!” she said cheerfully.
He felt her pussy squeezing him for a bit, before a warm stream urine encompassed his cock, flowing down his balls and into the bowl below. Relaxing his muscles, he started to relieve his bladder inside her. The flow of their urine flushed out what was left of the banana and chocolate frosting, filling the air with a mixed scent of strawberries, banana and urine.
For over a minute, they went on, savouring the delightful warmth of each other’s urine mixing together and flowing into the bowl. Pinkie Pie went on for a while after Spike ran out of juice, before slowing to a drip and finally stopping.
“Whew! That felt good!” she exclaimed cheerfully, bouncing happily up and down as she moved away from the bowl.
Spike released his grip and dropped back onto the counter, pulling his dick along with him.
“Let’s go have a bath!” suggested Pinkie Pie, realizing that her fur was all sticky due to the chocolate residue still left in it.
“Yeah.” Spike agreed. He too was sticky and gooey all over, and felt like he could really use a bath right now.
“Hop on my back!” Pinkie Pie said, adding in a giggle “We don’t want you leaving mucky footprints all over the house, now do we?”.
He climbed onto her back once again and held on as she hopped down from counter, landing on the floor with a splat as one of her hooves squashed what was left of the cake slice.
“Yuck!” she exclaimed, shaking the remains of the cake off her hoof, before heading for the door.
After bringing them up to the bathroom, Pinkie Pie prepared a bath, and they both soaked in the warm water, relaxing and regaining their strength for the upcoming party.
After helping Pinkie Pie clean the remaining chocolate residue out of her fur, Spike climbed out of the tub, shortly after followed by Pinkie herself.
“Whew! That felt good!” said Pinkie Pie, shaking the water out of her fur.
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you use towels?” he wondered.
“I’m a pony! I don’t need to!” she replied, giving him a silly smile. “I gotta go finish the party preparations!”
“Need help with anything?” Spike asked.
“Nope, I think I’ve got it covered.” she said, putting on a thoughtful expression, before looking back at Spike again. “You must be exhausted. Why don’t you take a nap while I get everything ready?”
Spike realized that he was rather tired, and if Pinkie didn’t need his help he didn’t really have anything to do anyway. “Yeah, I guess that would be nice.” he said.
Pinkie Pie showed him to her bedroom. “The bed’s over there!” she said, indicating the direction of the bed with her hoof. “Make yourself at home.”
With that, she left, heading back to the kitchen.
Spike hopped onto the bed, threw himself down on the soft sheets, and quickly fell asleep.
---
A prod from a hoof awakened him.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! The party is about to start!” said Pinkie Pie, who was bouncing excitedly next to the bed.
He followed her downstairs to the main room, which had now been decorated with a large number of colorful balloons and streamers. She went into the kitchen again, leaving him alone to examine the room.
A large table had been set out, upon which a large bowl of punch, a tray of delicious looking cupcakes, potato chips and various other snacks had been arranged.
On the wall, a large sheet of paper with a crudely drawn pony on it had been nailed up, next to a box containing paper pony tails and board pins - everything needed to play Pinkie Pie’s favorite party game, “Pin the tail on the pony”.
In the middle of the room, there was a small table containing a record player and various records.
After looking around the room for a while, examining Pinkie Pie’s handiwork, Spike realized that his nap had made him rather thirsty and sauntered over to the punch bowl. He grabbed a glass from a nearby stack, ladled some punch into it and took a sip.
Swirling it around in his mouth, he evaluated its taste. He’d never tasted anything quite like it before - a tangy taste of strawberry and banana with just a hint of salt - but it was quite good. He chugged down the whole cup, filled another and was about to drink it, when a suspicion crept up on him.
“Hey, Pinkie, what’s this punch?” he shouted towards the kitchen door.
“I call it ‘Mystery Punch’!” she answered cheerfully, sticking her head out the kitchen door.
“I mean, what’s in it?” he asked.
“Oh, silly! If I told you that it wouldn’t be a mystery anymore, now would it?” she replied, grinning mischievously at him and adding “Let’s just say that the punch has been spiked in more than one way.”. Her head disappeared back into the kitchen.
Spike shrugged, and downed the contents of the glass in one gulp. He was about to sample the cupcakes, when he heard someone knocking on the front door. Pinkie Pie reappeared from the kitchen door and opened the door, revealing Fluttershy and Rarity.
“May we come in?” asked Rarity politely.
“Of course! Make yourselves at home!” Pinkie replied cheerfully.
The two ponies greeted Spike with a nod, and Spike thought he could see a slight blush come over Fluttershy’s face. Rarity didn’t seem to have noticed, however, and soon they were busy drinking punch and conversing with each other about fashion and various other subjects that Spike deemed a bit too frilly to bother paying attention to.
A few minutes later, Twilight stepped through the door, wearing her simple yellow dress that Rarity had made for her last birthday.
She came over to Spike and greeted him, before levitating a cupcake off the tray and taking a bite of it.
“Mmm! Delicious cupcakes! Strawberry and banana-flavored with a hint of nuts!” she exclaimed, causing Spike to choke on his punch, spraying the front of Twilight’s dress.
“Sorry!” he quickly apologized, regaining his breath.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll wash off.” said Twilight, looking down at her damp dress.
In the next ten minutes or so, the other guests arrived one after the other.
Rainbow Dash immediately made her way over to the record player. “Got any speed metal?” she wondered out loud, as she sifted through the records looking for something decent to put on.
---
A few hours later, the party was still going strong, and most of the guests were becoming rather inebriated, having helped themselves to plenty of the food and punch. Rainbow Dash was standing on her hind legs, headbanging and playing air guitar with her hooves as the record reached a particularly radical guitar solo, while Twilight was dancing badly, completely out of sync with the music.
Fluttershy brushed against Spike, moving unsteadily on her way to get more punch, apparently completely oblivious to the fact that she had an extra paper tail pinned to her flank.
Even Pinkie Pie herself was apparently getting quite blasted, and was giggling hysterically at Applejack’s ancient jokes, while Rarity looked on with an expression that said “I am not amused.”.
Suddenly, Spike felt something ramming into him, knocking him over and causing him to drop his glass so that it shattered against the floor, spilling its contents. He turned around to see Twilight shuffling her feet, with her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out, flailing her front hooves in front of her.
Upon realizing she had hit something, she opened her eyes, turned around and looked down at Spike, giggling. “Oopsh. Shorry Shpike!...hic!” She unsteadily levitated over a new glass of punch, spilling punch all over the floor, and after taking a big sip, handed the glass over to Spike before resuming her cringe-inducing dance.
“Oh, Celestia, this is worse than I thought.” Spike thought to himself, taking a sip of the punch as he watched Twilight shamble around on the floor, knocking over Rainbow Dash and bucking Applejack’s hat off, causing Pinkie Pie to break into uncontrollable laughter, rolling on the floor.
He waited for the music to stop for a moment, before prodding Twilight’s flank and causing her to turn around. She tried to focus her vision on him for a moment, before giving up and letting her eyes slide back into a derp.
“Come on, Twilight, it's time to go home...” said Spike, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling her towards the door. “...before anyone gets seriously hurt.” he thought to himself.
She mumbled something incoherent in a slightly annoyed tone, but did not resist as he led her outside.
---
As they entered the library, Spike was feeling the effects of the punch. Remembering what happened the last time, he had been trying not to drink too much - and it had sort of worked - at least he wasn’t quite as smashed as Twilight.
He eventually managed to get her up the stairs to the bedroom, and was on his way to his basket when he heard a loud thud behind him, and turned around to see Twilight sprawled on the floor, having tried to jump onto her bed and missed.
Letting out a deep sigh, he turned around and moved over to her, prodding her lightly in the flank. “You okay?”
“I’m f.... fine.” she said, getting back on her wobbly legs.
Spike turned her towards the bed, and gave her flanks a push to get her onto the bed, but she refused to move, instead turning around to face him. Her face was a slightly reddish hue, either due to the alcohol or because she was blushing, and in her eyes, he spotted something he had become all too familiar with lately - lust.
“Twilight, what are you...?” he began, but stopped as Twilight leaned towards him, staring into his eyes.
“Hash anyone told you what a sh... shexy little dragon you are?” she slurred at him, and before he could answer, she had put her hoof around him, and pulled him to her, locking her mouth against his in a kiss. He could taste Pinkie Pie’s mystery punch on her tongue, as she pushed it into his mouth, wiggling it around playfully.
Spike was having the weirdest boner. He had known Twilight all his life - she was like a combination of his best friend and sister - and he had never considered that she might have such feelings for him. Well, he admitted to himself, remembering a few of his private moments in the bathroom, at least not most of the time.
He enjoyed the wet kiss, wondering for a moment where she could have learned to kiss like this, as she’d never had a stallionfriend as far as he knew. She must have read a book about it, he guessed.
After a while, she released him from her lips and started to climb unsteadily onto her bed as he stood there lost in thought. As she turned her back to him, he could see that a wet spot had formed on the plot-region of her dress, and he felt reasonably sure it wasn’t punch.
Having successfully made her way onto the bed, she turned around to face him again, a flirty if slightly unfocused look in her eyes.
“Come here Shpike...” she said, lying down on the bed and patting the sheets with her hoof, indicating for Spike to join her.
“I’m probably gonna regret this tomorrow...” Spike thought, as he climbed onto the bed. He wasn’t at all sure if this was a good idea, but the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions and he was far too horny to resist the temptation.
“Take me...” said Twilight, patting the back of her dress.
Spike carefully lifted the dress, revealing her private parts, already dripping wet with arousal. He placed the tip of his cock against her moist furry slit, and started rubbing it up and down between her lips, coating it with her natural lubricant. It felt wonderful, and waves of pleasure spread through his body as he continued to rub against her, feeling the warmth of her body against his dick.
Feeling that he was sufficiently lubricated, he finally pushed it in all the way to the hilt, enjoying the warm feeling of her moist plot resting against his balls, and causing her to bite down on her pillow to stifle a loud moan.
He slipped his hands under her dress and started to caress her soft purple flanks, as he slowly began to slide his length in and out of her, enjoying the delightful sensation of her tight cunt massaging his cock and the sound of her muffled moans as she pressed her face into the pillow.
Continuing to thrust into her with increasing speed and power, he felt his arousal building up, jolts of delight coursing through his body with each thrust. He grabbed her soft purple tail and started tugging it, causing her to let out a muffled cry of delight through the pillow as her rump was lifted up slightly, causing Spike’s cock to rub even harder against her clitoris.
He could feel her entire body quivering with pleasure as he continued his thrusts, his left hand massaging her cutie mark while his right tugged at her tail. Listening to her muffled cries of passion, and sensing that she was close to coming, he increased his pace even more. Finally, he felt her tight cunt clamping down on his cock and starting to convulse as she let out a loud scream of delight through the pillow.
With a sudden movement, she sprung upright, still in the middle of her orgasm, lifting him up with her. He grabbed on to her flanks with both hands just in time to stop himself from slipping out of her.
“Uh... Shpike! I think I’m gonna...” she exclaimed, her voice cracking up from her orgasm. Her line was cut short as retched and started projectile vomiting into the pillow, while simultaneously soiling herself.
The sensation of her warm pee flowing down his cock as her tight cunt squeezed it set Spike off as well, despite his disgust at her puking, and he squeezed her flanks hard with his hands as he shot spurt after spurt into her, filling her up with his cum.
Her urine continued to flow down his balls, occasionally gushing out with extra force as she gagged, taking with it some of the cum and drenching her dress and the bed below.
When her regurgitation ceased, she dropped herself sideways down on the bed, away from the puke-covered pillow and lay there with her eyes closed, panting for a moment before falling asleep.
Exhausted, Spike cuddled up against her soft furry body, his dick still inside her, feeling her warmth against his scales, and soon he too drifted off to sleep.
Spike rubbed the sleep from his eyes and opened them, then pushing his blanket aside stood up in his basket feeling unusually well-rested. Suddenly, a flash of recollection hit him of the previous night, and he wondered for a moment if it had merely been a dream.
He quickly spun around to look at Twilight’s bed and found that it had been stripped of its sheets and linen. Twilight herself was nowhere to be seen. “Nope, it really did happen.” he thought to himself. “Oh Celestia, this is going to be awkward...”
Looking at the wall clock, he realized that he had overslept big time, and it was well past noon. He got out of his basket and exited the bedroom, heading for the bathroom, but when he got there he discovered the door to be locked. A loud groan, followed by the sound of violent vomiting from the other side of the door told him that Twilight was already in there, and that unsurprisingly, she wasn’t in as good a state as he was. He decided his business could wait, and silently left to grab himself some food instead.
About half-way through what had presumably once been a loaf of bread, he sensed a disturbance in the force and braced himself. Shortly afterwards, a belch of green fire erupted from his mouth, charring the ancient bread and causing a scroll to materialize in front of him. Tossing the blackened remains of his meal into his mouth, he unrolled the scroll and began to read.
“Dear my most faithful student Twilight Sparkle’s number one dragon assistant Spike,
It is of the utmost importance that we speak as soon as possible. A royal carriage has been sent to take you to Canterlot - it should be arriving any moment by the time you get this. Please inform Twilight Sparkle where you are going, so that she does not worry unnecessarily, but do not bring her with you - for what we are about to discuss does not concern her.
- Princess Celestia of Equestria”
As he read the letter, he felt a lump of anxiety forming in his throat. Had Princess Celestia somehow found out about what happened? Was she going to punish him?
His train of thought was interrupted by a several hard knocks on the door, and he opened the door to reveal an elderly, but well-dressed pony wearing a monocle.
“(Mumble) You are Spike the dragon, I presume?” he spoke in a calm polite voice that suggested he had spent a lot of time around the Canterlot high society.
“Yeah.” Spike replied.
“Then follow me. Her royal highness’ carriage is waiting for you outside.” said the elderly pony, who Spike presumed had to be one of Celestia’s butlers.
Grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment from a nearby desk, Spike quickly wrote a note for Twilight, letting her know where he was going, and left it on an open book she had been studying the previous day, certain that she would find it there, before following the royal butler to the carriage outside.
---
When they finally arrived in Canterlot, it was already late afternoon. The butler pony led him into the palace, and after giving him directions to the princess’ private quarters, left Spike alone in a dimly lit hallway furnished with a dark red carpet and multiple large ornate pillars. Spike had of course been here before, and knew perfectly well where the princess’ quarters were located, but as he was making his way towards it, a dark hoof suddenly grabbed him, pulling him into the shadows behind one of the large pillars while covering his mouth to stop him from calling out in surprise.
As he turned around, he could barely make out a tall dark blue pony in the shadows. He immediately recognized her as Princess Luna.
She leaned towards him, placing her muzzle against his ear and whispered “Follow me.”.
Spike was about to reply, when she pushed her hoof into his mouth to silence him, and then indicated for him to follow her silently.
She led him through the palace, into a large bedroom. On the floor was a soft fuzzy carpet, and in the middle back of the room was a large round bed - large enough for several ponies. In the bed were several piles of soft looking cushions, and next to a small round table were two comfy-looking chairs. A dresser and several cupboards lined the walls.
Luna closed the door behind her and locked it, then turned to Spike.
“What’s this all about?” Spike asked, then added “Celestia requested that I see her urgently, so I really should see her as soon as possible.”.
A smile spread across Luna’s normally serious face, and she burst into laughter. “It was I who sent the letter, Spike, not my sister.” she said, once her laughter subsided.
“Um... why would you do that?” Spike asked, adding “Impersonating your sister, I mean.”.
“Oh you would not believe how boring it can be to be a princess. Surely a girl must be allowed to have some fun every once in a while.” she replied, a mischievous grin on her face. “Imagine Celestia’s face if she found out!”
Spike silently restrained himself from rolling his eyes at her. He found it rather peculiar that one of the oldest living beings in Equestria could be so immature.
“So, why did you bring me here?” he asked.
“Oh. Yes, of course. I desired the company of a male, and you are the best that I know of.” As she said this, her face lit up with a perverted grin, and she seemed lost in thought for a moment.
Spike wasn’t really surprised, but he was relieved that it wasn’t anything more serious, and Luna was a real babe - she could use the royal wee on him any day as far as he was concerned.
“So... what do you want to do?” he asked, grinning widely at the thought of what funky things she might come up with.
Luna snapped out of her daydream, looking puzzled for a moment, then looked down at Spike and grinned again. “We want you to PUNISH us! We have been such a naughty princess!” she said, making full use of the royal we.
Her horn glowed as she produced a riding crop from one of the drawers in her dresser and levitated it over to Spike. He grabbed the handle as the glow faded, rolling it between his fingers a few times before testing it by giving the carpet a nice hard smack.
Luna moved over to the bed, and patting the sheets said “Get up here.”.
“Whatever you say, princess!” he responed, grinning at her. He watched as she propped herself up against the wall next to the bed with her back towards him and playfully shook her rump at him, lifting her billowing tail up to give him a full view.
“Spank us!” she shouted excitedly, turning her head around to look at him.
Having never done this before, Spike wasn’t sure how hard to hit. He lifted the riding crop and gave her flank a dull slap with it.
“Surely you can do better than that?” she wondered, raising an eyebrow.
He lifted the crop again and slapped her flank again, this time with far greater force. A loud crack echoed through the room as the implement connected with her posterior.
“We can barely feel it! Harder!” she yelled, a tone of excitement in her voice. “Let us show you how it’s done!”
Spike let go of the riding crop, as a glow encompassed it and tugged it out of his hands. It lifted itself up a bit, then with incredible speed and force smacked into the royal hind quarters, sending an ear-shattering crack through the room like a shockwave, and leaving a ringing sound in Spike’s ears. Upon the impact, the riding crop dropped onto the bed, Luna’s hind legs bent down slightly and her back arced downwards reflectively, as a high-pitched shriek of mixed pain and excitement escaped her muzzle. A small patch of blood started to form at the point of impact.
“So, you like it rough, huh?” Spike said, grinning. “I’ll give you rough!” He picked up the riding crop again and took a deep breath. Using all the strength he could muster, he slammed the stick into her rump with full force, sending another loud crack echoing through the room. Luna’s eyes widened at the impact, her body tensing up with pain and arousal.
“Yes! That is more like it!” she said. “Continue!”
Spike slammed the crop into her again, and again, and again, shrieks and moans of pain and pleasure escaping the princess with each hit. As he continued his spanking, he felt a mixture of shock and fascination well up inside him, making him excited. It was like a beast inside him that up until now had laid dormant, but had now awoken and was consuming him from the inside. He could imagine her pain - almost feel it in his mind - and he enjoyed it - it aroused him.
Envigored by the sadistic fire that now burned within him, he continued to spank the royal flanks with greater speed and force than before, eliciting excited yelps of pain from the princess as her body twitched and bent under her.
“YES! PUNISH US HARDER!” Luna screamed excitedly in the Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice. “WE HATH BEEN SUCH A NAUGHTY PRINCESS!”
Spike could smell her arousal now, and a visible patch of wetness had formed in the fur between her legs, glistening in the light.
Luna’s body was covered in sweat, her hind legs were shaking from the pain and tears were running down her face as Spike’s relentless punishment continued.
With one great final smack, the riding crop snapped, sending the other half flying through the room and landing somewhere behind Spike, and the princess let out a loud reverberating scream as several squirts of fluid gushed out from between her spasming legs, spraying both Spike and the sheets. After standing there for a while, spasming and squirting, her legs finally gave out under her, and she collapsed on the floor, panting.
As the fire within him died out, Spike realized that he too was sweating and panting. His arm suddenly hurt from overexertion. He dropped the remaining half of the crop onto the soaked sheets, and flopped down on the bed, panting. A chill went down his spine as he was coming down from his rush of excitement, and for a moment he felt almost afraid of himself for having gained so much enjoyment from inflicting pain on somepony else. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he heard Luna starting to move. He sat up, and watched as she got back on her hooves.
“That was excellent!” she cried out, smiling at him. “It has been long since we last enjoyed such a good spanking!”
She threw herself onto the bed, barely missing Spike, immediately starting to sink into the soft mattress, and rolled over on her back.
“Now it is time for the real business!” she exclaimed, facing Spike and spreading her hind legs. “You may stick it in!”
Spike grinned, and positioned himself in front of her crotch, holding his rock hard erection in one hand. He placed the tip against her slit, and began to push in when she pushed him back with one of her front hooves.
“Not there.” she said, smiling slyly at him.
“You want it in your butt?” he asked.
“No.” she replied, and parted her vaginal lips with her front hooves. “Do you see the small hole at the top? That is where our pee comes out. We want you to stick it in there.”
Spike examined the hole in disbelief. “Uh, that’s WAY too small to fit my dick in.” he stated.
“It is now, but you must use your hands to stretch it.” she replied.
“Okay, I’ll try.” he said. Reaching down between her flanks, he carefully poked the tiny hole with one of his claws, eliciting a soft moan from Luna. He pushed his claw a bit further in, discovering as he did so that the hole stretched around his finger. Curious, he pushed his finger in all the way to its base, and then inserted another to widen the hole further. Soon, he had his entire hand inside her, and he tried pulling at the edge of the hole with his other hand to see if it would stretch even more. He managed to get another finger inside, but it was nearing its limit.
He pulled his finger back out, grabbed his dick with his free hand and positioned it against his arm. Slowly pulling his hand out, and using his fingers to prop her hole open while at the same time pushing against it with his dick, he was eventually able to get the tip inside.
Luna had thrown her head back into a pile of cushions, closing her eyes and biting her lip, waiting for him to proceed.
The royal peehole was extremely tight and moist - much more so than any hole he had previously fucked. He pushed firmly against it, and slowly but surely, he was able to slide his dick further in, until he felt the tip submerging into a body of liquid. He had managed to get it all the way into her bladder, and his penis was enveloped by her royal urine.
As he continued to push further in, her yellow liquid bagan to seep out around his cock, dribbling onto the sheets below, and filling the air with the delightful scent of fresh warm urine, causing Luna to moan loudly as immense pleasure spread through her body.
Finally he had managed to push in all the way to the base so that his balls rested against her wet crotch. He started to pull out again, eliciting further excited moans from Luna. Slowly, he started to thrust his cock in and out of her peehole, enjoying the delightful tightness squeezing around his shaft, and the feeling of warm liquid sloshing around the head of his penis. With each thrust, Luna’s hind legs twitched with pleasure. The feeling of punding her tight wet peehole was so intense that Spike knew he wouldn’t last long. Continuing his slow and steady thrusts, he placed his left hand on her flank, and his right hand on her clitoris, and began to massage her, hoping to get her off before he came.
The intensity of her moans increased as he stimulated her erogenous zones, but he was ultimately unsuccessful. Incredible pleasure spread through his body, his legs went weak and his mind went blank, as he experienced the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, pumping load after load of his seed into her bladder, mixing it with the urine inside.
Luna was moaning and screaming with pleasure, but still hadn’t climaxed. “RELIEVE THINE BLADDER INSIDE US!” she managed to yell out in between her moans.
Spike, who was still recovering from his orgasm, tried to push, but was still too hard to be able to relieve himself. He closed his eyes and imagined himself pounding Big Macintosh’s sweaty asshole. It worked, and his erection quickly began to go down. Quickly FUS RO DAH’ing the ghastly fantasy out of his mind, he pushed again and a feeling of great relief washed over him as he started urinating directly into Luna’s bladder. As the pressure increased inside, their fluids began to flow out, onto Spike’s balls, coating them in urine and his own sperm, and drenching the sheets below.
Luna’s euphoric screams of pleasure intensified as the pressure in her bladder increased, and just as Spike was about to run out of juice, she finally climaxed. Her entire body started to spasm violently, and her peehole clenched down on his dick so hard it almost hurt. Suddenly, her bladder clenched, pushing some of its content back into Spike’s bladder, and pushing him out when it had nowhere else to go, sending him flying backwards onto the bed as she erupted, showering him in piss and cum.
Heaving breathlessly, Spike remained lying on his back as Luna's juices showered over him, panting, and examining the ceiling as he waited for her to come down from her orgasm.
---
Later that evening, Spike was standing on the royal balcony with Luna as she prepared for the nightfall.
After recovering, they had gone to the glorious royal baths and soaked while Luna’s servants cleaned up her bedroom in order to once again make it suitable for its normal purpose, and by the time they got out, it was time for Luna to begin her preparations.
It was much too late for Spike to make the return trip to Ponyville, so it was decided that he would stay the night with Luna.
He stared up at the sky as Luna worked her magic, watching as bright stars appeared on the dark blue canvas of the night.
Luna opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Being a princess can be trying at times, but it does have its privileges.” she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Sometimes when I am bored, I hide crude images among the stars.” she said, unable to staunch a giggle.
She pointed a hoof up at the stars, and they both looked up at the sky again as a tiny constellation appeared. It was barely visible, and he couldn’t make out what it was before Luna hovered a pair of binoculars in front of him, and he realized that it had the shape of a very simplistic and anatomically incorrect penis.
A few giggles escaped Spike, followed by a short pause, and then they both broke into laughter.
Spike’s subconscious mind had been enjoying the sensation of warm fur brushing softly against his body for a while when he finally woke up. At first he wasn’t sure where he was, as he immediately realized he wasn’t in his basket. He rubbed his eyes, then opened them, and found himself looking directly into a wall of dark blue fur - the chest a dark blue pony’s body. All of a sudden, it all came back to him - he was, of course, still in Canterlot, and the pony next to him was none other than Princess Luna.
As he tried to move, he realized that she had her front hooves wrapped around him, embracing him, and squeezing him tightly against her chest as though he was a teddybear. He looked up at her face - she looked so sweet and innocent as she slept, her mouth slightly open and a slight trickle of drool escaping onto the pillow underneath. It was difficult to believe that pony sleeping peacefully next to him was the same pony who had previously injured him by humping his face wearing a spiky leather suit, made him whip her flanks and made him fuck her peehole. It made him think of the old saying “You can’t judge a book by its covers.” - something Twilight had learned the hard way the previous year.
The warmth of her body against his felt very nice, and he was starting to drift off to sleep again when he was snapped awake by the sound of someone knocking on the door, then opening it.
A familiar voice said in a loud and clear tone “Good morning, your highness. Breakfast is ready.”. It was the well-spoken elderly butler pony who had picked him up the day before.
Spike felt Luna’s front hooves give a twitch, and then loosening their grip on him as she started to wake up. He stood up, stretched out and let out a loud yawn.
“Ah, your... guest is still here, I see. I will see to it that a seat is prepared for him as well.” said the butler, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
Spike heard Luna getting up behind him, and turned to see her stretching her legs and smiling at him. After she had finished brushing her mane and making herself presentable, they proceeded to leave the room and went to have breakfast. When they had finished eating, Luna arranged Spike’s transport for the return trip, and after bidding her farewell, he boarded the carriage heading to Ponyville.
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When Spike arrived in Ponyville, it was almost noon. He got out of the carriage, thanked the stallions who had been pulling it, and headed towards the library. Being with Luna had temporarily taken his mind off the Twilight incident, but as he approached the library he started to grow uneasy again. What would she say when she saw him? Would she punish him? Nah, she couldn’t do that - after all, it was she who started it. Still, had his will been stronger, he could have refused her. But if he did that, she might have thought that he found her unattractive and her feelings would have been hurt. What in the bloody hell was he supposed to do in such a situation?
As his mind returned to the present, he found himself sitting with his back against the wall outside the library door with his face buried in his hands. There was only one thing to do - he would have to face her - like a man. Or rather, like a dragon. A sudden resolve flared up inside him, and opening the door, he strode into the library.
If it had been a mess on sunday, it was even worse now, having been left untidied for an entire day. Usually if Spike was away, Twilight would be a little more careful not to make a huge mess, but that didn’t seem to be the case this time. Open books lay scattered all over the place, and he even thought he could see what appeared to be a dry half-eaten daisy sandwich sticking out of one of the towering stacks of books on the floor. Finally, his eyes fell on Twilight’s horn, which was barely visible over the wall of books that blocked the study area from his sight.
“Yo Twi!” he said, trying to sound as normal as he possibly could, and then realizing that he never usually greeted her - or anypony else for that matter - with “Yo”, brought his palm to his forehead, feeling his resolve faltering as quickly as it had come.
“Oh, Spike, you’re back.” replied Twilight from behind the books. Her horn disappeared for a moment, before she stepped out from behind the books and smiled weakly at him. She looked a bit frazzled, but otherwise no worse for the wear.
He could tell from her eyes that she hadn’t forgotten about what happened, and he was sure she knew that he hadn’t either. He was also fairly sure she knew that he knew that she knew, and that she perhaps even knew that he knew that she knew that he knew. Nevertheless, neither of them said anything, and a painfully awkward silence fell across the room.
Finally, the silence was broken by Twilight. “Oh, I almost forgot. Fluttershy came by earlier to invite you over for tea. She said she wanted to ask you some questions about dragons.” Her face lit up with relief as she conveyed the message to Spike.
“Oh. Well, I guess I should go see her then.” Spike said, relieved to have an excuse to leave the library again.
“Yeah. I’ll see you later then.” Twilight said, turning away from him and going back to her study area behind the book wall. Just as she vanished behind the books, he thought he heard her mumble something that sounded like “You sure are popular these days...”, a tone of sadness in her voice.
Spike swallowed nervously. Had she guessed the reason he had been spending so much time with her friends lately? Twilight was a smart pony, and he knew for a fact that he was a terrible liar. She had to be suspecting something. At this point he didn’t really care. No, wait, that was a lie - he did care - far more than he wanted to admit to himself - but he didn’t want to think about it anymore, as it tore at his heart and made him feel terrible about himself. He left the library once more, closed the door behind him, and headed towards Fluttershy’s cottage.
The whole situation with Twilight was eating away at his sanity. Not because he felt that he’d done anything wrong, but because Twilight was, when it came right down to it, his oldest and closest friend, and it was obvious that she was unhappy.
He had to talk to someone about it, and Fluttershy seemed a good candidate, being one of the kindest and sweetest ponies he knew. Well, as long as she didn’t catch sight of blood... or get aroused, he reminded himself. It was doubly convenient that she had chosen today to invite him over for tea - though, he was fairly sure tea wasn’t the only thing she wanted to have with him.
---
Having finally reached Fluttershy’s cottage, Spike knocked at her front door and waited. After a few moments, the door was opened by the pink-maned yellow pegasus. As soon as she saw who her guest was, she broke into a smile.
“Oh, hi Spike. I was hoping you’d come by.” she said in a friendly voice. “Please come in.”
Spike obeyed, and she closed the door behind him again. Now came the hard part. How was he going to tell Fluttershy he had done the nasty with Twilight? Oh, wait. She was the one who had ridden him like he was a mounted dildo while wearing a leather-suit, pissed all over him and passed out on the floor afterwards. His drunken after-party romp with Twilight was surely pretty tame stuff compared to the sort of stuff she was into.
Suddenly, he realized that Fluttershy was looking directly at him, smiling sweetly. He felt himself blushing, and turned away so she wouldn’t see. There was just something about Fluttershy that made him feel all weird inside. She looked so pure and innocent, and yet he knew that underneath her sweet outward appearance was a sadomasochist with a blood fetish. The thought was turning him on.
“Um... Spike?” Fluttershy said, causing Spike to snap out of his thought and turn back to her. She was now smiling nervously at him. “The reason I invited you here...” she began, then paused.
“You want to do it again?” Spike asked, having already guessed her true intentions.
“Yes.” she replied, trying to hide her blushing face behind her mane. “Um... If you don’t mind, that is...” she added.
“Of course I don’t mind!” Spike replied. “I’d be honored to have one of the most beautiful mares in Equestria.”
Fluttershy blushed even more. “You don’t really mean that...” she said, her smile widening. “You’re just saying that to be nice...”
“No I’m not. You’re beautiful.” he said, with a tone of complete sincerity in his voice. “So... what do you want to do?” he asked.
At this, excitement seemed to overtake her bashfulness. “Oh, let’s go outside. We wouldn’t want my house to get all messy, now would we?” she said, giving him a flirty look before turning towards the door and opening it again.
The Twilight matter could wait a little longer, he decided. Curious as to what she was up to, Spike followed her outside and around to the back of her house, where they couldn’t be seen from the road leading up to her cottage. Fluttershy positioned herself on the grass with her back towards Spike and spread her legs slightly.
“Would you like to... um... drink my special tea?” she said, turning her head around to look at him.
“Oh, I see what you did there.” said Spike, chuckling. “Sure, I’ll drink your tea.”
Without hesitation, he got behind her, pushed her sleek pink tail aside, and grabbing hold of her flanks with his arms, buried his face in her plot. He then slid his forked dragon tongue into her crack and started wiggling it around so that he could taste the sweet nectar of her marehood. She let out a squee of delight as he started to gently probe the opening of her peehole with the tip of his tongue, and her wings sprung outwards making a “POMF” sound. He could feel her insides twitching with pleasure and squeezing his tongue as he continued to toy with her tiny opening, moving the tip of his tongue in circles around it, tickling it and occasionally probing it, savouring the taste of her salty sweetness. Her hind legs were starting to quiver with pleasure, and she was moaning softly, occasionally bursting out in excited squeaks of delight as his tongue tickled her most private parts.
“Uhn~! It’s... almost... there.” she managed to squeak out in between her moans.
Spike opened his mouth even wider, making sure to cover her entire opening, and focused his tongue entirely on pleasuring her peehole. Finally, letting out a loud, she released her bladder, letting her juices flow around Spike’s tongue and into his mouth. He continued to tease her squirting hole as he swallowed the stream of yellow goodness flowing into his mouth.
Then, with a sudden jolt, she came. He felt her cunt starting to convulse, squeezing his tongue as her flanks clamped down on his head, locking him in place as a mixture of her urine and vaginal secretions sprayed his face and body, soaking her tail and dripping onto the grass below.
As she came down from her climax, her flanks released their grip on Spike, and he fell backwards on his butt in the grass, which was still steaming and smelled of warm urine. For a while, she just stood there with her eyes closed, panting and breathing heavily as the last drops of her special tea dripped to the ground. When she regained her breath, she turned to Spike again.
“Now it’s your turn.” she said sweetly.
Bending her head down, she gave Spike’s already rock hard dick a wet sloppy lick before slowly wrapping her muzzle around his shaft. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped his cock as she gobbled it up inch by inch, until she had taken it all in and he could feel her soft lips against his balls. She then looked up at him with her big innocent pony eyes as she started sliding her muzzle up and down his cock, teasing and caressing it with her wet tongue as she did so and sending waves of pleasure through his body. Something about those big sexy eyes staring up at him from his crotch was turning him on greatly, and the wet sloppy sounds made by her lips sucking him combined with the scent of warm fresh urine wafting up from the grass underneath him further amplified the effect.
He knew he wouldn’t last very long at this rate, but he was going to enjoy it to its fullest while it lasted. Putting his arms around her head, he started to help her movement with his hands, pushing her muzzle onto his cock with greater force than before, and rubbing her soft ears as he did so. Her eyes closed as he started massaging her ears, and a muffled moan escaped her as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. Pushing into her with one final thrust, he felt his balls contracting as they started to pump their content down Fluttershy’s throat.
Her eyes sprung wide open, and she started to cough, ejecting a string of white goo through her nose before instinctively jerking herself off his cock and gasping for air as he continued to blow the rest of his load on her in massive spurts, coating her face and chest fur in sticky white stuff.
When his orgasm subsided, Fluttershy stuck out her tongue and licked her muzzle clean, then scraped the worst off her face with her front hoof and opened her eyes.
“Would you mind cleaning the rest of the cum off my face?” she asked, smiling sweetly at Spike.
Spike didn’t mind. “Okay. Close your eyes then.” he replied, getting back on his feet.
Fluttershy closed her eyes and lowered her face to Spike’s level.
Grabbing his now only semi-erect dick and aiming it at her face, he released a steady but forceful stream of piss into her face, flushing away most of the goo that had stuck to her fur where it hit. He slowly moved the beam around, covering her face and chest, and flushing out her nostrils, trying to get her as clean as possible. When he finally ran out of juice, she was dripping wet, but mostly jizz-free.
As Fluttershy opened her eyes again, her expression suddenly changed to one of shock and surprise, and she appeared to be staring at something behind Spike. “Um...” she said, blushing and trying to hide her face behind her mane.
Spike turned around to see what she was looking at, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Twilight standing there. She was staring at them with her mouth agape, wide-eyed, an expression of shock on her face. How long had she been standing there?
“Uh... hey, Twilight... I can explain...” he said, immediately realizing that he couldn’t. He was standing on the grass, covered in Fluttershy’s piss and cunt-juice, pointing his semi-erect cock at the yellow pegasus, who was dripping with his piss and residual semen and trying to hide her face behind her mane. A string of gooey cum slowly extended itself from Fluttershy’s left nostril, swaying as she breathed. “Uh... I got nothing.” he admitted, hanging his head in shame.
Twilight opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if to say something, then abruptly turned around and set off at a trot, disappearing around the corner of the house. Her hoofbeats could be heard for a while, trailing off as she got out of hearing range.
“Oh, my...” said Fluttershy, a very embarrassed look on her face.
“Ugh...” Spike groaned, rubbing his forehead. “As if things weren’t bad enough already...” he thought to himself.
If Twilight hadn’t been mad at him before, she almost certainly would be now. He had to talk to her about it, but he felt it would probably be best to let her cool off for a while before going back to the library.
“Um, Fluttershy?” he asked, looking over at Fluttershy. “Would it be okay if I spent the night here?”
Spike nervously adjusted his sunglasses as he stood in front of the Ponyville library. He cautiously moved towards the front door, trying to make as little noise as possible. A chilly night breeze rustled his coat, before dying down once again, and leaving behind an uneasy silence. Swallowing nervously, he grabbed the door handle, turned it slowly so as not to make any noise, and gave the door a gentle nudge, causing it to slide inwards, revealing complete darkness inside.
“Twilight?” he called nervously into the blackness beyond. There was complete silence. He carefully moved one foot across the threshold, and then when nothing seemed to be attacking him, he followed with the other.
The moment both his feet were inside the library, the silence was shattered violently by the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, and he found himself surrounded by complete darkness. He turned around to where he thought the door would be and fumbled for the handle. Finding what he thought to be the handle, he tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. The door was apparently locked by some sort of magic spell.
He felt beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead, as he dug through the pockets of his coat looking for his lighter. Finally, his claws touched something rectangular and metallic, and he grabbed it, pulling it out of his pocket. He flicked the top open, and operated the wheel, causing a spark to ignite the wick.
Holding the lighter out in front of him, he could see massive walls of books towering in front of him, forming a maze of sorts around the study area. He took a few cautious steps closer to the book maze, and stuck his head around the corner to see what lay beyond. Nothing but books as far as the eye could see.
He stepped inside the maze. Nothing happened. He nervously continued to move through the maze, expecting something to jump out at him every time he passed a fork in the maze. After a while he was starting to wonder why he hadn’t yet reached the end of the maze. The library wasn’t even supposed to be this big. He continued to move inwards, only occasionally turning back to take a different path as he encountered a dead end.
The walls were starting to look increasingly familiar. Was he going in circles? He gave one of the walls a kick, but not a single book budged. They had to be held in place by magic, he presumed.
Finally, after having wandered the maze for some time, he saw a faint purple glow in the darkness at the end of the passage. Excited by this sign of progress, he moved towards the light, even more cautiously than before. He could now make out the shape of the light - that of a horn, and the silhouette of a pony hunched down over a book.
As he approached, he could see the outline of the pony beginning to move, slowly raising its head, revealing two dimly glowing eyes staring directly at him. His heart skipped a beat. He could feel a sense of dread spread throughout his body, as the glowing dots pierced his very soul with their gaze. The glint of teeth could be seen, as a wide creepy grin spread across the pitch black silhouette’s face.
Desperate, Spike reached into his pocket for the Holy Handgrenade of Antioch, but all he found was a hole in his pocket. The horn was beginning to flare up dangerously, as if preparing some gruesome spell, and he felt an unseen force gripping his arms and legs, locking him in place. Paralyzed with fear, he watched the horn’s glow increase in intensity, now emitting an audible humming noise and occasionally crackling as sparks shot out from it. And then the world exploded. Excruciating pain filled his entire body, as he felt himself being ripped apart. He panicked.
---
An ear-shattering girly scream worthy of Marv pierced the air. Spike shot upright, dripping with sweat and gasping for breath, his eyes wide with fear. Looking around, he realized he was not in the library. It must have been a dream. Like a wave, everything started coming back to him. His heart was still racing, but he was relieved by the realization that it had only been a nightmare.
Beside the bed, he could see Fluttershy’s quivering rump and tail sticking up in the air as she cowered, her front hooves covering her face, trying to hide behind her nightstand.
Spike sighed. “It’s all right Fluttershy. It was just a bad dream.”
Slowly, she raised her head, got back on her legs. “Um... are you all right?” she asked, a worried expression on her face.
“Yes, I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.” Spike replied, taking a deep breath.
A pungent smell stung in his nostrils. He sniffed the air around him. “Um, Shy? I think we need to change the sheets...” he said. “... and take a shower. It smells like a public restroom in here.”
---
After taking a shower with Fluttershy and having breakfast, Spike decided it was time to face his fears. He couldn’t stay away from Twilight forever - and he really didn’t want to either, as she was his best friend. He said goodbye to Fluttershy, and she wished him good luck as he stepped through the front door.
The previous night, he had told Fluttershy about the uncomfortable situation with Twilight. She hadn’t said much, except the occasional “Oh, my...”, but he could tell she felt both sorry for him, and relieved that she wasn’t the sole cause of his problems.
When he had described how he had fucked Twilight from behind, and she had vomited all over the pillow while pissing herself around his cock, Fluttershy had started blushing from arousal, and they had then retired to her bedroom and had hours of filthy sweaty piss sex, before falling asleep from the exhaustion.
He rubbed his face to get rid of the perverted grin that had formed on it as he remembered the previous night’s events.
---
Finally, Spike found himself standing in front of the Ponyville library. The hour of truth was upon him. He swallowed nervously and knocked on the door a few times. Nothing happened. He tried knocking again, harder this time, and waited a while. Still no reply. He grabbed the door handle and tried to turn it, but it didn’t budge. The door was locked. Maybe Twilight was still asleep?
* Cue Mission Impossible theme *
Spike couldn’t be bothered to stand around outside all day waiting for Twilight to open the door. Running around to the right side of the tree, where the second floor balcony was, he hammered his claws into the wood and started to climb up the gnarly wooden wall. Upon reaching the balcony, he detached one of his arms from the tree and grabbed onto the railing, and then once he had a firm grip on it, followed with his other arm. Climbing over the railing, and dropping down onto the balcony, he peered through the glass door into the second-floor study, looking for any sign of life. The room beyond was dark, and he couldn’t see much, but he was unable to spot any sign of movement, or hear any noise from within.
Jamming one of his scales into the crack between the door and the left side of the frame, where he knew the lock to be, he pushed it upwards and gave the door a nudge, causing it to slide open. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, grabbed a candleholder with a half-burned candle in it off Twilight’s writing desk and lit it by carefully puffing a small flame onto the wick.
“Hey, Twilight, are you here?” he called out into the dimly lit room. There was complete silence.
Holding the candle out in front of him to see where he was going, he slowly started to make his way up the stairs to the sleeping area. When he reached the top of the stairs, he could make out a pony-shaped object on Twilight’s bed. Was she still asleep?
He tiptoed over to the bed, hopped onto it, and held up the candle to shed some light on Twi, who was lying on the bed with her face pressed into the pillow. Her mane and tail were a mess - presumably from her tossing and turning in the bed, and a faint smell suggested that she hadn’t bathed for several days.
“Twi?” Spike said, giving her a soft poke in the shoulder.
The purple pony stirred, raised her head out of the pillow, revealing a wet spot underneath, and opened her eyes. Her eyes were red and her nose was running - she had obviously been crying a lot.
He wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting, but it wasn’t his. It was obvious that the situation had hit her much harder than it had hit him.
“Twilight, we need to talk.” he sighed, his previous fear of what she might do to him now overshadowed by his pity for her.
Her eyes began to tear up. “I’m so sorry, Spike!” she almost yelled at him, clenching her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face.
Spike was confused. If anything, he was the one who should be sorry, especially after what had happened the previous day. “What for?” he asked.
“Taking advantage of you after the party...” came the reply, in between sobs.
“You know, if anyone should be sorry, it’s me.” Spike replied. “You were far more drunk than I was, and I could have refused your advances.” “I didn’t, because...” he continued, swallowing nervously and trying to figure out the best way to word his feelings. “... because, deep down I have always been attracted to you, and when you kissed me, it made me realize it more than ever.” he admitted, blushing and twiddling his thumbs as he said it.
“It wasn’t just the alcohol...” Twilight said, turning her face away from Spike as she began tearing up again. “You know, I’ve never had a stallionfriend...” she began, and was cut off by a sob.
Spike didn’t know what to say to this, but he knew. He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
“Except for the occasional glimpse of Big Macintosh at Sweet Apple acres, and passing random stallions in the street, you’re the only male company I’ve ever had...” Twilight went on. “I used to think of you as a little brother... and I still do... but as we grew older, I started to have other feelings as well...” she said, turning back to face him. “... and fantasies. Dirty fantasies, inappropriate to have about a sibling!”
As she finished her last sentence, her ears started to twitch and her pupils shrunk and began to slide lazily apart.
Spike winced at the expression on her face as she said the last sentance. He recognized that face, and knew she was about to have a mental breakdown. He had only seen her like this once before, when she had forgotten to write a friendship report to Celestia, and was unable to find any problems to solve and write one about. As a result, she had nearly started a civil war in Ponyville, and Princess Celestia, who he had written to earlier that day, had been forced to intervene. He didn’t want anything like that to happen again.
“Snap out of it, Twilight!” he yelled, grabbing her by the cheeks, shaking her head and staring directly into her eyes. “Don’t feel bad about it. I’ve had fantasies about you as well...” “I just never thought you would ever think of me that way.” “... and I enjoyed it.” he said, smiling. “Well, not the awkwardness that followed, but you know... the act itself.” he added, blushing slightly and letting go of her face.
“And well, I’m just stating the obvious here, but... we’re not actually blood related.” he said. “Heck, we’re not even the same species.”
During his monologue, Twilight had gradually regained her composure. “You’re... right I guess.” she said, her voice calmer now. “... but what about you and Fluttershy?” she asked, curiousity in her voice.
“Oh, that.” Spike replied, having almost forgotten about that whole thing as he went on about their previous encounter. “There’s nothing serious going on between us, if that’s what you’re wondering. Just sex.”
“I just... never imagined Fluttershy doing anything... sex-related.” Twilight said in a thoughtful, but almost cheerful tone. “She’s just so... sweet and innocent.”
“Oohhh... trust me, there’s a lot you don’t know about Fluttershy.” Spike said, straining himself to keep a straight face. “She may seem sweet and innocent most of the time, but when she gets... in the mood... she’s a real beast.”
“It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it...” Twilight said, almost giggling now. “You know, when I saw you two... doing things... my first thought wasn’t why my little brother was fooling around with one of my best friends...” she said, pausing for a moment to regain her breath. “... it was jealousy. I wanted you all to myself.” “And that realization bothered me almost as much as what happened between us.” “Silly isn’t it?” she added, giggling.
“Not really. I’d probably feel the same way if I saw you with a stallion.” said Spike honestly.
Twilight’s reaction to this was unexpected. She embraced him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face once more. “You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.” she said, sobbing over his shoulder. As much as he preferred to keep a straight face, even Spike couldn’t fight off the emotional impact of the situation, and soon he too was crying manly tears over Twilight’s shoulder. Not tears of sadness, but of happiness that the uncomfortable situation had been resolved and that he and Twilight both shared a mutual love for each other.
For some time they just lay on the bed, embracing each other and crying, soaking both the bed and each other in tears. After a while, their sobs ceased, and they released their grips on each other. Spike wiped the tears from his eyes. When he looked at Twilight’s red-eyed face, wet with tears, she seemed more beautiful than ever before, despite - or perhaps even because of - her unbrushed and somewhat dirty mane.
Without hesitating, he placed his hands around her neck and pulled her towards him, locking his lips onto hers in a passionate kiss. She immediately responded by thrusting her hot wet pony tongue into his tiny mouth, and toying with his as he tried to do the same. After enjoying the sensation of kissing and probing each others’ mouths for several minutes, they ended the kiss, and sat down panting on the bed.
Spike felt as though his body was about to burn up. He could hardly believe how anything that wasn’t actual sex could feel this wonderful, and judging by its current rigidity, neither could his dick. Twilight’s blushing face and bedroom eyes told him she felt the same way. She rolled onto her back, spreading her hind legs and revealing her dripping wet marehood to him. As he stared deep into her eyes, it was almost as though they told him “Come get some, loverboy!”.
Disregarding her body odor, he positioned himself in front of her and began to passionately rub her sexy purple flanks. Her hind legs began to twitch with pleasure as his hands worked their magic, and she moaned softly, biting her lip. Her already very moist pubic area became increasingly so as he went on.
When finally, he could control himself no longer, he grabbed his throbbing tool and began to rub it up and down her furry wet slit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his spine with each rub. Her face was almost red from arousal, and her eyes were closed, as she let out a moan of pleasure.
“Oh, Spike! That feels sooo good!” she managed to stammer out in between her moans and gasps. “I want you inside me...” she moaned. “Please... put it inside me...”
“You want me to stick what in where?” he asked her teasingly, continuing his rubbing. He wanted to hear her say it straight out.
“I want you to put your penis in my vagina...” she tried.
“Too... medical. Try again!” he said, grinning.
“Uhn~! I want you to put your cock in my pussy!” she shouted, mildly annoyed, almost cracking up as one of his rubs ground down on her clit extra hard.
“Any others?” he said mischievously.
“I want you to put your dick in my cunt!?” she tried again, even more annoyed than before.
“Again?” he said.
“Oh, for the love of Celestia, just FUCK ME... and do it HARD!” she screamed in his face, opening her eyes and staring angrily at him to impress upon him the point that she wasn’t having any more of this bullshit.
“Ookay, just yanking your chain...” Spike snickered, as he positioned his cock, which was now almost completely covered in her slippery vaginal secretions, directly in front of her opening.
Her body stiffened a little, and she gave a yelp of pleasure as he drove his bulging member into her depths, all the way up to its base and started to slide himself in and out of her tight little pony pussy. Enjoying the wet squishy sounds of his cock penetrating her, and the immense pleasure coarsing through his body as her hot slippery insides caressed him with each thrust, he gradually increased his pace as he continued his movements. Putting one of his arms down, he felt around the sheets until his hand found her tail, which was twitching with each of his movements, and pulled it up between them. Her moans grew even louder as he gave it a nice hard tug, enjoying the sensation of the soft hairs tickling his balls with each of his thrusts as it involuntarily flicked back and forth between them.
“Wait...” Twilight said, opening her eyes and causing Spike to slow down his movement. “I need to use the little fillies room!”
“You have to pee?” Spike asked.
“Yes... sorry...” she replied, folding her ears and giving him an embarrassed apologetic look. “I haven’t gone since last night... if I don’t I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it in when I... you know...”
A satisfied grin spread across Spike’s face. “Just do it here.” he said.
“But that would make the sheets all wet and dirty...” she argued.
“The sheets are gonna get dirty anyway.” he countered. “...and can’t you just evaporate the moisture with your horn afterwards?”
“Well... I suppose so...” she conceded.
“Try to hold it in until you cum. It’ll feel even better that way.” Spike suggested, trying to fight off a perverted grin.
“Okay... I’ll try...” she said.
Resuming his movements, Spike placed his hands on her belly where he knew her bladder would be and began to massage it, sliding his fingers through the soft fur above her crotch. She let out a loud moan, and he felt a small amount of moisture escaping her as he did so - the mere thought of which greatly amplified his pleasure as he slid in and out of her.
“Uhhh... Spike... that feels so good...” Twilight moaned as he continued to rub her tummy.
He could feel that he was close to coming, but was determined to make Twilight come first. Her orgasm would undoubtedly set him off, and would greatly increase his pleasure - especially if she released her bladder at the same time.
“Almost there... don’t know how much longer I can hold it in...” she gasped.
Moving his right hand down from her bladder, he wedged his index claw into her opening and began to rub furiously at her button, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, and making her gasp loudly.
“Spike! I’m...” she gasped, and then finished “... coming!” as a thundering orgasm shook her body. Her back arced upwards, her legs began to spasm and her tail began to twitch furiously between their crotches, as her pussy began to contract and convulse around him, and she let out a euphoric scream of pleasure.
Each of those things alone would have been enough to push Spike over the edge at that point, and the combination of all at the same time sent him into an explosive climax. It took all of his willpower not to pass out as his balls began to contract, unloading their precious content into Twilight’s womb.
Another gasp escaped her muzzle, as she released her bladder, still at the height of her orgasm, sending gushes of warm yellow liquid splashing onto Spike’s crotch, and forming a pool around his feet on the sheets below before slowly being absorbed into the mattress.
“Ooohhh Celestia, yeeees!!!” Twilight screamed, her body quaking and spasming uncontrollably with pleasure.
The warm wet sensation, combined with the warm sweet scent of Twilight’s urine wafting up from the bed sent another lightning bolt of pleasure rocking through Spike’s body, and he found himself unable to stop himself from letting out a loud groan of pleasure as he continued to fill up Twilight while pounding her tight little pony pussy, and making wet squishy sounds as her golden nectar flowed around his cock. As her womb filled up and began to overflow, blobs of his sticky white stuff began to mix with the flowing urine and settling as tiny white spots on the sheets.
Finally, as their orgasms began to subside, Spike ceased his thrusts and collapsed face down onto Twilight’s belly, panting. He felt Twilight’s insides giving a few last twitches as her climax faded, and the flow from her bladder slowed to a drip. Looking up at her, he could see her face - her eyes half-closed and her tongue lolling out of her muzzle as she panted from pleasure and exhaustion.
When she regained her breath, she raised her head, looking down at Spike. “Oh my Celestia, Spike... you’ve done this before haven’t you?” she asked, quickly adding “I mean, except for that one time with me...” and blushing as she said it.
“Mmmf hmmf.” came Spike’s muffled reply, as he spoke with his face pressed into her belly, causing her to giggle softly as his breath tickled her.
He raised his head again to look up at her. “Are you gonna change the sheets?” he asked.
“Forget the sheets. They’ll still be there tomorrow.” she replied. “Just hold me Spike...” She turned her head around, blowing out the candle and once again shrouding them in darkness.
Placing his arms around her waist, and holding her tightly, Spike began to drift off to sleep. As he lay there, he realized that he felt something new inside him that he hadn’t felt for any of the other ponies - not even Rarity. He felt that he would do anything to make Twilight happy. It was like a lump in his stomach, and it almost made him cry again. She had always been like a sister to him, but now she was so much more.
“Could this be... true love?” he wondered, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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From that day on, Spike would always sleep in the bed with Twilight. His basket was left there, however, to avoid any uncomfortable questions from inquisitive friends and guests.
Spike woke up feeling exceptionally well-rested, his body resting against Twilight’s warm furry body. At some point during their sleep, Twilight had rolled over on her side, causing Spike to slide down next to her, between her hind legs. Realizing his penis was still partially embedded in her loins, he pulled it out, making a sloppy wet *shlorp* sound. As he did so, Twilight stirred, moaning softly in her sleep. Pushing her hind legs aside, he stood up in the bed. Twilight looked so peaceful and innocent where she lay, her hooves and tail occasionally twitching as she dreamed.
A warm fuzzy feeling grew inside Spike as he looked down on the purple pony. He just wanted to hug her tight. She hadn’t always been as nice to him as she had for the last year or so, living in Ponyville, but he knew that deep down she had always had a special place for him in her heart - and, he realized, so had he for her. It was, he guessed, only natural that growing up together, they had had their differences.
Brushing the crusty cum-flakes off his belly and privates, he dropped himself down to the floor and went over to the window to open the curtains. It had still been quite early in the day when they went to sleep, and judging by the daylight outside, it was now late in the evening. They had slept away most of the day.
Behind him, he could hear Twilight stirring, and mumbling something incoherent as she started to wake up. He turned around to see her stretching out her back and hooves contentedly and hopping out of bed, making a clopping sound as her hooves hit the floor.
“Spike... what time is it?” she asked groggily, looking at him with her eyes half-closed.
Spike glanced over at the cuckoo clock next to the window. “Almost 7.” he said. “In the evening. We slept through most of the day.”
“Oh.” she replied, apparently still not fully awake.
Spike’s eyes fixed on her tail, which was flicking back and forth behind her, looking unusually stiff and oddly shaped. “Um... your tail...” he began, starting to walk over to her. He grabbed her cum-encrusted tail with both his hands and squeezed it, causing more white flakes similar to the ones he’d brushed off himself earlier to drizzle onto the floor. Twilight turned her head around to look at him as he went to work on her tail, but said nothing. After he had been kneading it for a while, it started to regain its normal shape and flexibility.
“That’s better.” he said, smiling at her.
She smiled back at him. “Thanks.”
“So... are you like... my marefriend now?” Spike asked, feeling very stupid that he had to ask such a question.
Twilight answered his question by placing her hooves around him and embracing him in a long and passionate kiss. When she finally released him, she said “Does that answer your question?”, and smiling at him.
He nodded breathlessly.
For the next few minutes, he watched her magically remove the sheets they had cooperatively messed up and place them in a laundry basket, then use the power of her horn to evaporate the liquid that had soaked into the mattress. An odd smell filled the room as she did so, prompting Spike to open the window to get some fresh air into the room.
When she was finished tidying up the bed, she turned back to him, giving him a sexy look. “How about you and I take a bath together?” she said, then sniffed at her fur. “I smell like Eau de Pissoir.” she giggled.
Spike chuckled at her joke. “Yeah, me too.” he said, sniffing his hand.
They headed to the bathroom, and closing the door behind them Twilight started to prepare a bath. She adjusted the temperature until it was just right and opened the faucet fully, letting the hot water start filling the bathtub. Her horn lit up, as she opened her private bathroom cupboard, which had so far been off-limits to Spike, and produced a box of bath salt. He wasn’t sure exactly what else she kept in there, and he hadn’t dared to ask her before. As she added some of the contents of the box to the water, foam started to form on the water, and a pleasant flowery smell began to fill the room.
Replacing the box in her mysterious cupboard, she turned to Spike once more. “While we wait for the tub to fill up, why don’t you rince me out?” she said, giving him a seductive look. “After all, we wouldn’t want the bath water to get all dirty, would we?”
“Would I ever...” Spike replied, grinning widely at her kinky suggestion.
She hoisted herself onto the toilet seat, taking care to keep her tail out of the water in the bowl, and spread her hind legs widely, giving Spike a perfect view of her most private bits. The sight of her scrumptious purple mound being presented to him was enough to coerce his hose out of its hiding place. Placing her front hooves between her legs, she pulled her lips apart, baring her pink insides, and allowing a thin string of white goo to ooze out and dribble into the water below.
“Okay, I’m ready. Flush me out Spike.” she said, smiling at him.
Pushing his step stool into place in front of the toilet and stepping onto it, Spike readied his water gun. Then, pointing it directly at Twilight’s gaping hole, he released himself at full force, sending a powerful beam of yellow liquid straight into her depths. Her body tensed up, and she let out a moan of pleasure as the warm urine splashed forcefully against her cervix, flowing out into the bowl below and taking with it the white goo coating her insides.
“Oh yes! Flush it all out!” she moaned.
Twilight bit her lips as Spike’s hot stream hammered her back wall, sending intense waves of pleasure coarsing through her body. She felt her hind legs involuntarily twitching, and her tail flicking uncontrollably back and forth behind her as the intense feeling washed through her body. She felt her legs going weak with pleasure, and her body quivering with excitement.
As the last remnants of his seed flowed into the toilet below, Spike readjusted his cannon, aiming it slightly higher. Another spasm rocked Twilight’s body, and she gasped, as his concentrated beam stimulated her clitoris and urethra.
“Ooh, Spike! That feels... great... don’t stop!” she managed to stammer out in between moans.
Letting out a soft nicker, she too released her bladder, and watched with her eyes almost closed as a stream of urine erupted from between her legs, soaking the toilet seat and splashing onto Spike’s chest and privates. She didn’t care. It was nothing a few towels couldn’t take care of afterwards.
A flare of arousal surged up in Spike as Twilight’s hot stream splashed against him, flowing down the front of his body and onto the bathroom floor. An interesting idea suddenly entered his mind. He readjusted his wand slightly so that their streams crossed, canceling out their momentum and forcing Twilight’s beam into the toilet water below, while showering her groin and inner thighs with drops. He had enjoyed the feeling of it splashing against him, but he just had to try this.
“This is fun!” he thought, grinning.
Finally, Spike ran out of juice, but Twilight was still going. Without the opposing force of Spike’s stream, her stream resumed its former trajectory onto Spike’s chest. Spike, figuring he might as well enjoy it while it lasted, tilted his dick upward, blocking her flow with its tip. It felt amazing. Jolts of pleasure shot up his spine, as her warm yellow stream of piss caressed the tip of his cock, flowing down his balls and onto the floor. He gently stroked himself, letting the sweet warm liquid run through his claws.
A few moments later, Twilight ran out of juice as well, and her beam died down, splashing onto the toilet before finally stopping.
“Wow!” she said, opening her eyes, her face red with arousal, and panting. “That was... more intense than I would have imagined.”
“Yeah...” said Spike, still rubbing the last remains of her piss up and down the shaft of his dick with his hand.
Twilight giggled. She looked over at the bathtub, which by now was almost full and overflowing with foam. “How about we continue in the tub?” she suggested, throwing Spike a seductive look.
“I’m up for that.” Spike agreed, grinning at the thought.
Twilight lowered her front hooves to the floor and slid herself off the toilet again. Once back on all fours, she closed the faucet again using her telekinesis, and trotted over to the bathtub. By now, the room had filled up with the warm pleasant-smelling steam emanating from the bathtub. She lifted her front hooves over the rim and lowered them into the warm water, then followed with her hind legs, almost disappearing out of sight in the mountain of foam that topped the tub.
“Are you coming, Spike?” Spike heard Twilight’s voice coming from inside the foam.
“Yeah, let me just...” he began, but cut off as a purple glow grabbed him and lifted him off the floor. He could hear Twilight giggling from inside the foam. A pleasant tingling sensation filled his body as the glow pulsed around his body, hovering him over the rim of the bathtub and lowering him into the foam-covered water.
As the hot water enveloped his body, he could feel the last remnants of crusty residue on his scales begin to melt away. The pleasant warmth of the water began to penetrate his body, and combined with the flower-scented steam made him feel very relaxed.
Barely able see anything due to the foam, Spike took a few steps forward, fumbling with his hands in front of him trying to fan away the bubbles. He quickly bumped into something soft, and heard Twilight giggling. A purple glow lit up for a moment, causing a blast of warm air to ripple outwards from the center of the tub, tearing through the mountain of foam and reducing it to a more manageable size. With most of the foam gone, he could see Twilight sitting in front of him, most of her body submerged in the water, smiling warmly at him.
“Nice spell, Twi!” he complimented. “Never seen that one before.”
“Thanks. I made it up just now.” she said happily. Her gaze fell on Spike’s erection once more. “Oh, yes, where were we...”
Placing her hooves against his hardness, she bent her head down and placed her muzzle against the tip of his cock. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and began to playfully tease the opening, almost causing Spike to fall over as waves of pleasure washed over him again. She opened her lips, taking his head in her mouth and gently nibbling it as she pressed downwards, slowly wrapping her muzzle around it and letting her hot wet tongue caress his shaft.
Having taken in about half the length of his cock, and partially submerging her face almost up to her nose, her eyes suddenly widened as she began to gag. Quickly pulling her head back up, she began to cough, her eyes watering as she spat repeatedly into the water.
“Yech! Soap!” she said, looking slightly embarrassed. “Maybe we should try something else...” She placed a hoof against her muzzle, looking thoughtful.
“I have an idea...” said Spike, grinning at his own brilliance. “Why don’t you use your horn?” “I’ve noticed every time a unicorn uses telekinesis on my schlong, I get this weird tingling sensation... It feels quite nice actually.” he continued.
“Every time?” Twilight wondered, raising an eyebrow at Spike.
“Oh, right.” he said, remembering that he still hadn’t told her about his recent adventures. “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later.” “But... do you think you could do it?”
Twilight thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” “I guess it might work.”
“Wanna try?” Spike asked.
“Try... yes!” Twilight’s face suddenly lit up with wide-eyed enthusiasm. “It will be like an experiment!” “Who knows, we might be the first to try this!” she rambled excitedly.
Spike sighed. It was just like Twilight to get all excited whenever science was involved. “I wouldn’t count on it.” he said. “Unicorns have been around like... forever. It’s very unlikely that somepony hasn’t tried it before.”
Twilight wasn’t listening, however. She was far too busy trying to work out the details of the experiment in her head, and mumbling something Spike couldn’t make out. “Spike, can you write this down...?” she burst out excitedly, looking down at Spike, standing up to his neck in soapy water and looking at her with an expression of resignation. “Oh, right. I guess not.” she said, blushing slightly. “We’ll have to write it down later.”
Spike resisted the urge to put his palm against his forehead. “Yeah... are you gonna do it or not?”
“Right...” she said, an expression of concentration crossing her face.
Her horn began to emit a purple glow, and Spike felt the familiar tingling sensation flare up in his wang as her spell encompassed it. The tingling grew in intensity as a squeezing sensation began to flow up and down his shaft, massaging it. He could feel the water working its way around his penis, constantly changing its shape, and applying pressure in different spots, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, and causing him to let out a gasp of pleasure.
“How does it feel?” Twilight asked, examining him enthusiastically.
“G... Great... don’t stop!” he managed to stutter out.
“Do you want me to increase the pressure?” she asked.
“Uh huh.” he said, as another wave of pleasure washed over him.
“Okay... here we go!” she said, a look of determined concentration on her face.
Her horn flared up, and he felt the spell clench down, squeezing the soapy water around his dick. It felt incredible - almost like a liquid vagina orgasming around his dick. Beads of sweat began to form on Twilight’s forehead, and she moaned softly as tiny sparks began to shoot out of her horn.
The feeling of the smooth water contracting around his shaft was overwhelming Spike’s senses. As he could feel pressure building up in his loins and knew he was about to come, he grabbed his cock and pointed it toward Twilight’s face, letting the tip break the surface of the water.
“I’m coming...” he grunted, as an orgasm tore through his body, and he fired a massive spurt of white goo out of the water towards Twilight. As the massive blob splattered onto her muzzle, she gave out a loud gasp, and her horn began to crackle.
Spike was still ejaculating, caking Twilight’s face and mane in semen, when she let out a loud moan as a massive burst of sparks erupted from her horn, causing a tingling explosion of pleasure to surge through his cock. Spike’s legs gave out from under him, and he fell down, shooting the last of his seed into the water in the general direction of Twilight’s crotch as his orgasm subsided.
Twilight sagged into the water, panting as her horn gave off a weak fizzle and died out.
“Wow.” said Twilight breathlessly. “I never knew that could happen.”
For a while they soaked in the water, regaining their breath.
“What happened with your horn there?” Spike asked, breaking the silence.
“I’m not exactly sure.” Twilight replied. “I connected the spell to the sensory input of my vagina.” “It worked... sort of...” she continued. “... only when I came, I came through my horn instead.” She raised a hoof, rubbing her horn softly.
“Horngasm?” Spike suggested.
“Something like that, I guess.” she giggled. “We’ll have to conduct more of these experiments...” she added. “...but right now, my horn needs a rest.”
“Oh.” Spike said, failing to hide his disappointment.
“... but that doesn’t mean we can’t do it the old-fashioned way.” she said, giving him a flirty smile. “And I’m rather curious what it feels like to do it underwater...” she added, waggling her eyebrows at him. “Is your body ready?” she asked.
A grin spread across Spike’s face once more. “As ready as it will ever be.” he replied.
“Mind if I go on top this time?” Twilight asked.
“I wouldn’t mind, but it might be kinda tricky in the tub, since I can’t breathe underwater.” Spike replied.
“Oh, there’s a spell for that.” Twilight said. “I think I can still manage that one.”
She fired up her horn and began to channel the spell. Normally, a spell like this would have been a simple task for her, but right now her horn felt numb and prickly, and she found herself having difficulty channeling even the simplest of magics. She gritted her teeth, pushing her horn to the limits of her ability. Flaring up, it began to fizz erratically and shoot sparks.
As the spell fired, a low rumbling sound rose up from the water behind her, and several bubbles surfaced, releasing a pungent but not entirely unpleasant smell with a grassy bouquet into the air, mixing with the flowery scent from the water. Her face instantly went red with embarrassment.
“Oops.” she said, grinning sheepishly and flattening her ears.
Spike, however was rolling on the bottom of the tub laughing and hammering his fist into the porcelain while pointing at Twilight with his other hand. He stopped as she gave him an annoyed look.
Spike stood back up. “Sorry, I just couldn’t contain myself.” he said apologetically, struggling to keep a straight face. “Anyway, I think the spell worked.” He submerged his face again and took a deep breath, then resurfaced. “Yep. Definitely worked.”
“Great!” said Twilight, smiling. “Are you ready then?”
“Oh yeah.” Spike replied, lying down in the water once more.
Twilight got back on all fours and positioned herself over Spike, straddling his crotch with her hind legs. She slowly began to lower her rump down next to his semi-erect cock, brushing her wet snatch up against it. Looking down into the water, she saw Spike giving her the thumbs up, and smiled. She could feel his member rapidly regaining its hardness as she pressed her moist slit against it, spreading its lips partially around its shaft while grinding her hips against him. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, originating from her hips as she massaged him with her marehood while the warm water caressed her crotch.
Spike was having the time of his life as well, lying on his back on the bottom of the tub and looking up through the water at Twilight while enjoying the flowery smell of water as he breathed it. He could hear the water sloshing around in correspondence with Twilight’s movements, and feel her soft wet cunt rubbing against the underside of his cock. The sensation was amplified even further by the warm water caressing his balls.
Seeing his cock fully hard once again, Twilight lifted her hind quarters up again. Looking down at Spike under the water, she could see him grabbing his cock and pointing it straight up towards her. She slowly lowered herself back down, guiding her wetness onto his bulging rod. The sensation of his huge dragon cock spreading her cunt lips and sliding into her while the warm water caressed her crotch caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot up her spine like an electric shock, causing her to stiffen tense up and let out a gasp as she leaked a little.
Spike was savouring the hot wet feeling of Twilight’s pussy as it wrapped itself around him, taking in more and more of his length as she lowered herself, pressing down on him. Finally, he felt the sensation of her wet fur brushing against his crotch, as she had taken him all the way inside her and was sitting on top of him with her front hooves resting next to his head. The weight of her body pressing down on his hips only amplified his pleasure.
Twilight began to move her rump up and down, lifting it almost all the way off his cock before thrusting back down and grinding her crotch into his with the full weight of her body. With each grind, pleasure was building up in her body, driving her wilder and wilder, and causing her to increase the speed of her movements.
Waves of pleasure surged through Spike’s body with each of her grinds. Looking up through the water, he could see Twilight’s face, blushing with arousal, her eyes closed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she pleasured herself on his cock. The sight of her in this wild, beastly, lustful state aroused him almost as much as the physical sensation of her body brushing against him. He had to bite his lip and breathe deeply to prevent himself from coming right there - he wanted her to come first. He extended his arms towards her crotch and felt around in her fur until he found her nipples and started to rub his palms against them.
Twilight felt like her brain was about to short-circuit from a pleasure overload. Sweat was dripping down her face and she was moaning and panting as she continued furiously hammering herself onto Spike’s scaly pulsating member while he caressed her tits. She could hold it off no longer. Her back arched, and she let out a loud squeaky whinny, surprising even herself, as a massive orgasm tore through her body, causing her to twitch and spasm uncontrollably while clenching down on Spike’s scaly cock.
The sensation of Twilight’s insides clenching and convulsing around his cock, under the full weight of her body sent him into an earth-shattering orgasm. Thrusting his crotch against her and kneading her boobs furiously, he felt her contractions intensify as his cock began to pump its seed into her pony womb. As she filled up, sticky white blobs began to ooze out of her snatch, polluting the water. For what seemed like several minutes, they continued to grind their crotches together, continuously renewing each others’ orgasms until his balls started to hurt, and he let go of her tits and stopped returning her thrusts.
As their orgasms subsided, Twilight’s body sagged down over him, and she lowered her head in exhaustion. She was dripping with sweat from the exertion. For a while, she just sat there panting. Having regained her breath a bit, she lifted herself off his cock and sat down again, letting her cum-filled pussy brush against his rapidly softening member. She really had to go now, and seeing as Spike seemed to like it, she decided to do it here.
Spike was lying on his back, arms stretched out, feeling very relaxed. The feeling of Twilight’s soft furry slit brushing against his shaft was very pleasant, even though he didn’t think he could get hard again for a while. Suddenly, he felt a warm flow against the back of his limp dick. Looking up, he could see a deep yellow jet erupting from Twilight’s pussy, encompassing his cock and dispersing into the water. She was taking a piss in the water - and directly in front of his cock at that. Miraculously, he could feel himself getting hard again. The delightful warm flow against his crotch went on for some time, before finally ceasing and leaving him panting with delight.
Twilight stuck her face into the water. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she said, giving him a sensuous smile. Spike nodded in reply. “I’m all dirty again now. Think you can flush me out again?” He nodded again, a smile spreading across his face.
Spike could see Twilight lifting herself up again, and lowering herself back onto his cock. He tried hard to concentrate on anything but the pleasure of her soft insides caressing his sensitive scales. Closing his eyes and placing the tips of his claws against each other over his chest, he tried to summon forth his inner peace. It seemed to be working, as he felt his erection starting to go down slowly but surely inside her. He pushed, unsuccessfully at first, and then pushed again, and finally he was able to open up his floodgates.
Twilight moaned as she felt her pussy filling up with liquid. It felt amazing, and the pleasure continued to increase as pressure built up inside. Finally, the pressure inside grew too high, and she felt the liquid breaking out and starting to ooze out around Spike’s shaft, taking with it the gooey sludge coating her insides and flushing it out into the bathwater. When the flow stopped, she lifted herself off him again, took a few steps back and sat down.
From Spike’s position at the bottom of the tub, he could see strains of white goo floating around in the water all around him. With Twilight’s weight off him, he got back on his feet.
“Wow. That was really something.” he said.
“It sure was.” Twilight agreed, a tired smile on her face.
“Only one problem.” Spike said, looking at the water around him. “I don’t think we’re gonna get clean from soaking in this.”
The water had turned a faint yellowy tint, and had a large number of white blobs floating around in it.
Twilight looked down at the water too, and giggled. “You’re right. We should probably take a shower afterwards.” “But let’s just soak for a while now.”
Twilight sat down, leaning her back against the edge of the tub, and motioned for Spike to join her. He sat down on her belly, cuddling up against her soft fur. For a while, they sat like this, relaxing and regaining their strength.
“Hey, Spike.” Twilight broke the silence. “Earlier, you told me you got a tingling sensation ‘every time’ a unicorn used telekinesis on you. Which other unicorns have you been hanging out with?”
“Do you even need to ask?” Spike said.
“Rarity?” Twilight suggested.
“Yeah.” he admitted. “I wasn’t lying when I said it’s a bit of a long story.”
“Well, I’ve got time.” said Twilight.
“Okay. I guess I’ll start at the beginning...” he sighed.
Over the next hour or so, he recounted the crazy tale of how it all started, starting with his accidental voyeurism on Rarity. He told her of how he was roped in by the Ponyville S&M club on Fluttershy’s request, of how he was fucked twice by Fluttershy while chained to the wooden mannequin. He told her of how Luna made him lick her boot clean of piss and cum, injured his face while he pleasured her with his tongue, and then fucked the shit out of him. He told her of Pinkie Pie’s weird “bucking machine”, and her and Fluttershy’s peculiar ritual to give Pinkie Pie a mental breakdown. Finally, he told her of how they all ended up covered in flour, piss and blood, and then got drunk in Pinkie’s bath tub.
While he recounted his riveting tale, Twilight had remained largely silent, only occasionally raising an eyebrow or going “Huh...” or “Really?” as he got to the stranger parts. When he finally finished, she just sat there staring down at him.
“Well, that explains why you got home so late that night, and drunk.” she said, an expression of disbelief on her face. “So... basically, what you’re saying is that two of my best friends, and Princess Luna, are complete perverts?”
“More or less, yeah.” Spike conceded. “I like it.” he added, looking up into Twilight’s face and grinning.
“Wait, that still doesn’t explain Rarity’s involvement in this...” Twilight said.
“Right, that was the day after.” Spike said, and then proceeded to tell the tale of how Rarity had “borrowed” him to help her hunting for gems, and instead asked him to give her a good hard fucking. Or, as she would have put it, “assist her with her marely urges”.
“Huh...” Twilight said. “I honestly would never have expected anything like that from Rarity.” “... and she wanted to do it again?”
“Yep.” Spike confirmed.
“Well, I can kinda understand that...” Twilight said, blushing slightly. “Also, you said the S&M club made you a member...” she began.
“Yeah. There haven’t been any meetings since, though. I don’t know how often they have them anyway.” Spike explained.
“Do you think I could join too?” Twilight wondered.
“Probably.” Spike replied. “Do you want to?”
“I’m not sure.” she said. “It sounds a bit... weird.” “But I must admit I’m curious.”
They went silent for a while, until a thought suddenly struck Spike. "By the way, Twilight..." he said. "Did you just neigh back there?"
Twilight blushed. "Yeah, I guess I did, huh?"
"I like it when you neigh." Spike said, smiling and bobbing his eyebrows at her. "You should do it more often." "Why is it that you ponies neigh so rarely anyway?"
"I'm not sure. I guess it's just considered uncivilized and impolite, so most ponies avoid doing it." she replied.
For some time, they continued to discuss Spike’s strange experiences. When the water started to get cold, they got out of the tub and took a long hot shower together, helping to clean the cum off each other. By the time they had finished getting themselves cleaned up, it was getting very late, and they headed back up to the bedroom. Twilight put new sheets on her bed, and flopped down on her back, rolling back and forth and rubbing her mane against the soft fabric.
As Spike headed for his basket out of habit, Twilight spoke up. “Hey, Spike...” “Why don’t you come sleep with me in the bed?”
“I can?” he asked.
“Sure. That’s what couples do isn’t it?” she replied, smiling at him.
“Yeah, I guess so.” he conceded.
“No sex though...” he said. “If I cum one more time today, I swear my balls are gonna fall off.”
Twilight giggled.
“We should probably leave your basket here, though.” she said. “In case anyone comes visiting.” “Some ponies might think it strange for us to be together, what with you being a dragon and me being a pony.”
“Yeah.” Spike agreed. “And it’s a nice place to stash my personal stuff...” he thought to himself.
Spike hopped onto the bed, and snuggled up against the purple pony. “I could get used to this.” he thought, smiling to himself.
Spike was lying on his back in Twilight’s bed flipping through the latest issue of PILF Magazine. He used to enjoy looking at all the pictures sexy mares in compromising poses. He still did, but compared to the real thing it was fairly boring. Stretching his arms out and groaning, he let the magazine drop to the floor beside the bed.
Since he and Twilight had realized their love for each other, they had barely been able to keep their claws and hooves off each other. Since they spent most of their time in the library, this wasn’t generally a problem, except that Twilight’s studies hadn’t been progressing as quickly as before. Even in public, they couldn’t resist occasionally engaging in subtle flirts, despite the possibility of attracting funny looks from onlookers - or perhaps, even because of this. If anypony suspected, however, they hadn’t said anything.
There had also been another S&M club meeting, but Twilight still hadn’t decided whether she wanted to join or not, so it had just been himself, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. He had spent most of the time spanking, whipping and kicking the two ponies’ flanks until they squealed in pleasure, before ramming Fluttershy ponystyle, tugging her tail as she pissed down his cock, while he was being pegged by Pinkie Pie wearing a strap-on. After they all came, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had switched places, and they had gone again. He had enjoyed it, of course, but his heart wasn’t really in it - his mind always kept drifting back to Twilight.
Even his weekly rendezvous with Rarity felt rather shallow and empty. Only a few months ago, he had been constantly drooling over Rarity, but even though she was as beautiful as ever, he just couldn’t quite feel the same way about her anymore. Not since Twilight Sparkle stole his heart.
But now Twilight was gone. The previous sunday, she had received a letter from Princess Celestia asking her to come to Canterlot. She hadn’t said why - only that she would be staying in Canterlot for a week.
She had only been gone for two days, and already Spike was feeling lonely, horny and bored out of his mind. Without Twilight around to make a mess, there weren’t even any chores to do to take his mind off his boredom. Not that he really missed them, but he would still rather be with Twilight than be without his chores.
Spike got up and hopped down from the bed. Twilight was going to be away for three more days, and there was nothing he could do about that. His horniness, however was a different matter - he was reasonably sure he would be able to find somepony to assist him with that, and it would also keep him entertained for a while.
Fluttershy, he decided. She was always sweet and helpful, and more importantly, she was a real beast in bed. “Yep. Definitely Fluttershy.” he thought to himself.
He left the bedroom and headed towards the front door.
---
As he reached Fluttershy’s cottage, he approached the front door and gave it a few knocks. Nopony answered. He knocked again. Still nothing. Maybe Fluttershy was out? Or perhaps she was upstairs and hadn’t heard him knocking. He grabbed the door handle, and turned it. The door wasn’t locked.
“Fluttershy?” he called out. “Are you here?”
There was no reply. He wandered around, looking in each room, but nopony was there. Perhaps she was taking a nap, he thought, and headed up the stairs to the second floor.
He opened the bedroom door and looked inside. What he saw took him by complete surprise, and left him standing wordless in the doorway.
On the bed stood Fluttershy, her face pressed into a pillow, and her butt sticking up in the air. Upon hearing the door open, she gave a jolt, and turned her face towards Spike, an expression of surprise and embarrassment on her face.
“Mmmf?” she said, her voice muffled by the ball-gag strapped to her muzzle. A loud crack sounded, as a riding crop slapped against her flank, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeak.
Behind her, on a small stool, stood Angel wearing a leather suit with a hole cut out for his bunny tail, holding a riding crop. His raging boner was embedded half-way into Fluttershy’s plot. He was giving Spike an angry glare, as if to say “Get lost, fool. This bitch is mine.”.
Spike could take a hint. He could also understand why Fluttershy had chosen to invite him over for tea. “Never mind.” he said, silently closing the door behind him and heading back outside.
Pinkie Pie, he thought. She was always fun to be around.
---
As he entered Sugarcube Corner, he was greeted by Mrs. Cake. “Oh, hello there Spike.” she said. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Is Pinkie Pie around?” he asked.
“She’s back in the kitchen, baking cupcakes. You can go in if you like.” replied Mrs. Cake.
Spike passed through the kitchen door to see Pinkie Pie bouncing happily around the kitchen, fiddling with bowls and measuring jugs, fetching ingredients, and mixing stuff in various containers scattered around on the kitchen counter.
Her face lit up as she spotted him. “Oh, hi Spike!” she said happily. “What are you doing here?”
He shot a glance back towards the kitchen door to make sure Mrs. Cake wasn’t eavesdropping on them. She was, thankfully, still standing at the counter facing towards the entrance, and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the kitchen.
Spike moved closer to Pinkie Pie. “I was just wondering if you’d like to... you know... have some fun. Just the two of us. If you get my drift.” he said in a low voice, so it wouldn’t be heard outside the kitchen.
“Oh, you know I’d love to...” said Pinkie Pie. “... but I can’t. We just got an order for a zillion cupcakes!” “I’ll have to work overtime to even be able to fulfill the order.” she said, pouting.
“A zillion?” Spike inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe not a zillion.” she admitted. “But lots of them.”
“Oh well. I guess I’ll see you later then.” Spike said, disappointment in his voice.
“Okie dokie.” Pinkie Pie said, resuming her baking.
Spike left Sugarcube Corner.
Rarity. Surely, he could count on her. He headed for Carousel Boutique.
---
In her boutique, Rarity was busy working on a new dress. As Spike came in through the front door, she turned to him, peering at him over the top of her stylish red glasses. “Oh, hello Spike.” she said. “What can I do for you today?”
“I was just wondering if you needed any... assistance with your urges today.” he said, smiling at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I simply can’t.” she said, looking very apologetic. “Not this week, at any rate.” “Hoity Toity just ordered a large batch of my newest creations for his boutique in Canterlot, and I simply cannot disappoint him.” she explained.
“That’s okay.” said Spike, unable to fully hide his disappointment. “I’ll see you later.”
He left the boutique again.
Who else was there? He thought for a moment, before it finally hit him. “Of course! Applejack!”
---
Looking out over the apple orchard as he approached Sweet Apple Acres, Spike could see nopony. Apple Bloom would still be in school at this time of day, he presumed, giving him and Applejack an excellent opportunity to do their business without having to worry about being caught. He grinned at the thought.
Approaching the farm, he knocked on the door. Nothing happened. He knocked a few more times, and when nothing happened, he tried the handle to discover that the door was open.
“Applejack?” he called into the house. Silence greeted him. He looked around the house, but encountered no sign of life anywhere. “They must be out...” he thought, disappointed in this turn of events.
He exited the house again, and was just about to head back to the library when he heard a noise - or at least he thought he heard a noise. He remained still, listening intensely. Yep, there it was again. It was coming from the direction of the barn.
Closing in on the barn, he could hear the noise more clearly - a mixture of grunts, moans and panting. He immediately knew what it was - it was, unmistakably, the sound of somepony doing the business. Intrigued by this turn of events, he carefully approached the barn, making sure not to make any loud noises.
He gently pushed the barn door, causing it to slide ajar. Peeking inside, he immediately spotted the source of the noise. Standing there, with her front hooves pressed against the wall, was Applejack. Her hair was messy, and had straws of hay sticking out of it, and the hat she usually wore at all times was lying on the floor next to her.
She was being mounted from behind by her brother, Big Macintosh, who had his front hooves resting on her shoulders, and was rutting her furiously, slamming his big black cock into her dripping wet pony pussy. With each thrust, Applejack’s back arched towards the wall, her tail and mane bouncing back and forth as they grunted and moaned in unison.
Spike’s gaze was glued to the sight in front of him. He felt his loins stirring as he watched the action play out. “Damn the voyeur inside me...” he thought, somewhat sarcastically, to himself as he felt a raging hard-on brewing between his legs. Fortunately, they were facing away from him, so they wouldn’t be able to see him even if they were to open their eyes.
He gently brushed his hand across his cock, enjoying the tickling sensation. It was rather dry, however. His spit had gone all thick and sticky from arousal, and this gave him an idea. Cupping his hands together in front of his face, he spat a nice thick wad of saliva into them. He then began to rub it onto his cock.
“Oh, yeah...” he thought, slowly caressing his now slippery cock, watching Big Macintosh pounding into his sister and enjoying the sound of Applejack’s moans. He closed his eyes, and imagined himself positioning himself in front of a frazzled and slightly dirty Applejack lying on her back in a pile of hay.
He slapped his cock down on her wet slippery cunt lips a few times, before pressing it down, parting them slightly, and beginning to slowly rub his shaft up and down against them.
“Uhn~! Yeah! Rut me harder, big brother!” Applejack shouted in between moans, her voice distorted by her brother’s huge stallion cock pounding into her.
Having gotten his cock nice and slippery with her juices, Spike lifted his cock out of her crack and stood back a bit, positioning its head against her slit. He gave it a light push, and it slid inside her. A shudder of pleasure surged through his body as her wet slippery inner walls squeezed down on his member, caressing him with their warmth. He pushed until he was in all the way to his balls, and he could feel her soft furry boobs brushing against his crotch. Greatly aroused by the sensation of her nipples tickling against his belly, he began to slide in and out of her tight hole.
Inside the barn, Big Macintosh was picking up his pace as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm. There was nothing that aroused him more than his hot little sister’s body. Seeing her like this, leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, her hair messy, and moaning as he hammered his cock into her tight little cunt was almost driving him mad with lust. Part of him wanted to just ram into her one last time and blow his load inside her, but what remained of his senses assured him that it would be a bad idea to do so. Fornicating with close family members was already somewhat frowned upon in pony society - and having foals with them even more so. If he got her pregnant, they would have some seriously uncomfortable and embarrassing explaining to do. His mind returned the time when Applejack had brought Spike over for some three-way fun. Spike, he thought. Being a dragon, he could fuck any mare he wanted, as much as he wanted and blow his load inside without ever having to worry about getting them pregnant. That lucky bastard.
Spike was thrusting in and out of Applejack’s hole, enjoying the wet squishy noises and her moans every time he thrust in. His hands were firmly gripping her boobs, and massaging them softly, causing her to gasp and moan even louder.
Applejack had her hooves pressed to the wall, thrusting her rump up and trying to match her brother’s movements. Her knees were going weak with pleasure, and her tongue was lolling out of her open mouth, sending drops of drool splattering onto the wall and floor every time her brother slammed into her. She could sense him increasing his pace, getting wilder and wilder as his arousal increased. When this happened, it usually meant he was about to come. She knew he would pull out before he did though. She sometimes wished she could just let him slam into her and fill her up with his warm sticky goo, but they both knew it was a risk they couldn’t take. Spike suddenly came into her mind. It was so simple with him, what with him being a dragon and all, and therefore completely genetically incompatible with ponies - she could safely let him fill her up without having to worry about it. Only genetically, though. Physically, they were very much compatible. She recalled the feeling of his big scaly cock pumping into her, and felt herself getting even more aroused at the thought. She made a mental note to invite Spike over again sometime. Soon. She felt a pressure building up in her groin, as though she had to pee, and knew she was about to come. She bit her lip and held it in, waiting for her brother to finish, lest she set him off inside her.
“Ah’m ready- when you are- big brother!” she managed to stammer out in between his thrusts.
Spike was furiously pounding Applejack’s tight wet vagina, wild with pleasure, one hand on her flank, rubbing her apples and the other caressing her soft boobs. He could feel intense pleasure building up inside his loins.
Big Macintosh was plowing his sister hard and fast, and knew he couldn’t last much longer. When he heard her give him the go-ahead, he let himself go. Quickly pulling out of her, he thrust his rock hard stallion cock up against her cunt, rubbing it against her crotch and belly. His neck stretched out towards the ceiling, and he let out a loud neigh as his warm smooze started splattering onto his sister’s underside.
Feeling her brother’s cock rub against her clit, and his warm seed soaking her belly hairs, Applejack let go and pushed hard. Her body shook with pleasure, and she felt her hind legs give in as she came hard, splashing her brother’s cock in a mixed torrent of vaginal secretions and urine.
“Oh yeah! Spike...!” she shouted without thinking, almost immediately realizing her mistake.
Spike’s heart gave a start as his fantasy was pierced by the sound of Applejack’s voice. He had already been on the verge of cumming, and the sudden shock made him lose control. He felt his legs giving under him, and let out an involuntary gasp as he began to blow his load onto the barn door, coating it with dollops of thick white goo. Forcing himself to stay alert, he looked inside and saw to his relief that neither Applejack nor Big Macintosh were facing him. Big Macintosh was grinding his cock was furiously against his sister’s belly while she was twitching and spasming and unleashing a yellow torrent around it as it shot spurts of white goo onto her chest. The sight of this made him shudder with pleasure, and caused his orgasm to flare up again with new vigor.
Big Macintosh was confused. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? The thought was suppressed momentarily by another shudder of pleasure, as his sister’s warm cider flowed around his cock, forming a large yellow pool on the floor below. Was she thinking of... him... while they were doing it? Yet another spasm shook his body.
With the pressure in her loins relieved and her orgasm subsiding, Applejack collapsed sideways on the floor, and lay there panting. Her brother followed suit. She could hardly believe she had done what she just did. She felt her face burning red with embarrassment. Had her brother noticed? He had to have. Oh, Celestia, this was going to be awkward...
Spike fell on his butt, shooting his last drops of semen onto the dirt. His body was still shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was the shock or the orgasm that was causing it - or possibly a combination of both. Either way, he had to get his ass far away from there, before the two ponies got back on their feet. A quick look inside confirmed that they were still lying down, apparently oblivious to his presence. Shakily, he pushed himself back on his feet, and tiptoed as silently as he could away from the barn. A sound of hoofbeats from inside the barn told him that his time was running out. When he was far enough away that he didn’t think they would be able to hear his footsteps, he set off at a run, not stopping to look behind him.
Spike was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, admiring his reflection. He adjusted his pimp hat slightly, and flexed his muscles at the mirror.
“Lookin’ good Spike!” he said out loud, bobbing his eyebrows at himself. He deflated, giving a deep sigh. He used to enjoy doing this when he was alone, but now it was just boring.
Still two more days to go until Twilight’s return. The previous day, he had gone all over Ponyville, trying to get laid, without any real success. All his friends had been busy. In the end he had achieved a limited degree of success, as he found Applejack and her brother Big Macintosh having sex in their barn, and got himself off watching them. It had gotten a bit iffy at the end however, when Applejack had mistakenly shouted his name as she came. It had given him quite a start, and for a moment he had thought they had seen him. As it turned out, that didn’t seem to be the case, however, and he had gotten away unseen. He couldn’t help but snicker, wondering if they would spot the huge splotch of jizz he had left on the barn door.
As his mind returned to the present, his heart sank again. Now he was just plain bored again. He let out a yawn, so massive that he almost dislocated his jaw. What to do, what to do, he thought. He could go down to the laboratory and play with Twilight’s chemistry equipment, but he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea - he might break something or mess up a recipe. The last time he had done that, Twilight had been furious at him, and the resulting eggy smell still lingered in some of the less ventilated corners of the basement.
He almost chuckled as he recalled Twilight’s face when she entered the laboratory. It hadn’t been quite as funny back then, however, as Twilight had made him clean the floor with a toothbrush afterwards. His mind once again locked on to Twilight. She was so sexy when she was mad. “Angry sex is best sex.” he thought, grinning. Maybe he would just slightly break something - just enough to tick her off a bit, without making too much of a mess.
But Twilight still wouldn’t be back until two days later, so there really wasn’t much point in doing that now. He hopped onto the bed, and buried his face in the pillow out of boredom. The pillow smelled nice - like Twilight’s mane. But he was still bored.
He was about to doze off, when he was violently snapped awake by an ear-shattering crash. He spun around to see that where there had once been a bookcase, there was now a gaping hole in the wall. On the floor underneath the hole, was a large pile of debris, covered in a cloud of dust, and wooden splinters littered the floor.
Curious as to what could have caused this to happen, Spike hopped down from the bed, and approached the debris. As the dust started to settle, he could make out something moving, and a cough sounded from the debris. A blue pegasus mare with a rainbow-colored mane and tail lay sprawled on her back in the middle of the debris, her wings outstretched. She opened her eyes, a confused expression on her face.
“Rainbow Dash!?” Spike exclaimed.
“Oops!” Rainbow Dash said, staring apologetically up at Spike, who was unsure what to make of the situation.
With amazing grace and agility, she flipped herself around onto her hooves and shook her body, sending a cloud of dust into the room. She folded her wings and looked around, surveying the wreckage around her.
“Uh... sorry about the wall.” she apologized. “... and whatever was on the inside of it.” she added, looking at the pile of torn books and debris at her hooves. “I was just trying out some new moves, and... I guess I got a bit carried away...” she explained.
Spike raised his hand to his face and swept away the thick layer of dust that coated it, then shook himself to get rid of the dust covering his body.
Spike was beginning to realize something. His boredom problem might just have resolved itself. There was still one of his friends he hadn’t banged, and she was standing in front of him right now. A grin spread across his face.
“Don’t worry about it.” he said quickly, not really caring about the wall at the moment. “Say, Rainbow...” he began, “Have you ever done it while flying?”
“Done what?” she asked curiously, staring at him with her big round eyes.
That innocent look almost made Spike jizz his scales. “You know... it.” he said, slightly uncomfortable. Surely she wasn’t so inexperienced that she didn’t know about these things?
“Oooh, you mean...” she began, blushing slightly. A slight smile crossed her face. “Wait... that’s kinda personal. Why are you asking me this?” she said, raising an eyebrow at Spike. “Have you been talking to Pinkie Pie!?” she added, not waiting for his reply.
“I... Pinkie Pie?” Spike wondered. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” said Rainbow Dash, pursing her lips and looking around the room for something to stare fixedly at in order to avoid Spike’s inquisitive gaze.
“Well, no, I haven’t. Not about you anyway.” Spike said. “I was just wondering if you’d like to try it.” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her.
Rainbow Dash seemed to have forgotten her embarrassment, and was staring intently at Spike. She looked him up and down. “With you?” she asked.
“Do you see anyone else around here?” Spike replied sarcastically.
Rainbow Dash looked around the room. “Nope.” she said. “I guess that’s a yes then...” She seemed to ponder the idea for a while, examining Spike.
“Well, I’ve never done it with a dragon before...” she said. Or a boy... A sudden realization struck her. “Wait, do you even have a...?” she wondered, squinting her eyes and staring at his groin.
“Of course I do.” said Spike. “It’s just normally hidden under my scales.” “How did you think dragons reproduced?”
Rainbow Dash had never even given that a thought before. She shrugged. She had always been more comfortable around mares than stallions, but she had occasionally fantasized about being rutted by a stallion too. Now she had the opportunity to give it a try - and with a dragon even. At the thought of this, she felt a tingling sensation between her hind legs.
*POMF*
Her wings involuntarily shot upright, as she felt excitement spread through her body at the thought of being penetrated. This was just too good a chance to pass up.
“Is that a yes?” Spike smirked, eyeing Rainbow’s erect wings.
Rainbow Dash tried to shake off the filthy thoughts that had invaded her mind. “Sure, why not.” she replied, struggling hard to contain her excitement and stay cool. She could feel wetness building up in her nether regions, and hoped Spike wouldn’t notice - not yet anyway.
A thought suddenly struck her. “Uh, wait a minute... I can fly, but you can’t. Wouldn’t it be dangerous for you to do me while flying? What if you fell off?”
“I’ve already thought of that.” Spike replied smugly. “Hold on a second.” He moved over to his basket and started to dig around under the blankets. After fumbling with the blankets for a while, he pulled out a leather bridle with reins and held it up towards Rainbow Dash.
“What’s that?” she said, raising an eyebrow at the device.
“It’s a bridle and reins.” Spike explained. “I borrowed it from Pinkie Pie a while ago to try out with Twi-” he cut himself off. “-my marefriend, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
An amused grin spread across Rainbow Dash’s face. “So... you and Twi are an item huh?” she said, giving Spike a teasing bump on the shoulder with her hoof. “Oh, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” she added smugly.
“Did Pinkie get you involved in her exclusive little club too?” Rainbow Dash inquired. “That thing looks like something they would use.” she added, examining the bridle.
“You know about the S&M club?” Spike asked.
“Yeah.” she replied. “She asked me to join, back when they started it.”
“So, you’re a member too?” he asked, surprised at this revelation.
“Nah. It didn’t seem like my kind of thing at the time.” she answered dismissively. “You know, the whole S&M thing with leather and whips and stuff.” “But hey, whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
“I wasn’t really into it either.” said Spike. “Still am not really, but hey, they like it, so who am I to deny them their pleasure.” “I don’t really mind beating them up a bit. It relieves stress, and makes them really horny, so the sex afterwards is great. Especially Fluttershy.”
“Whoa, really? She got Fluttershy to join?” Rainbow Dash burst out chuckling. “I never would’ve guessed she was into that sort of thing.”
“Are you kidding? She’s probably even more into it than Pinkie Pie.” Spike said. “She may be shy most of the time, but when she gets horny she’s like a wild beast.”
“Huh.” Rainbow Dash said. “And I thought I knew her well.” “She always was a quiet one though.” she added, a thoughtful expression on her face.
The silence was broken by the sound of a drop of liquid hitting the floor between Rainbow’s hind legs. Her face almost instantly went red as she realized Spike was staring directly at the wet spot below her.
A grin of realization spread across Spike’s face. “Oh, I get it.” he said. “You’ve got the hots for Fluttershy.”
“Do not!” Rainbow retorted in a dismissive tone. “Weell... maybe a little...” she finally admitted, after a few moments of Spike silently staring at her. “Don’t you dare tell her I said so, though!” she added defensively. “She probably doesn’t swing that way anyway.” she finished, a tone of sadness in her voice.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” said Spike. “Before I joined the S&M club, they didn’t usually have any male attendees.”
“Really?” Rainbow asked, a tone of disbelief in her voice. Her face brightened noticeably.
“Yeah. If you really feel that way about her, you should tell her. I wish I had realized how I felt about Twilight sooner, and how she felt about me. It would have saved us both a lot of pain.” Spike said.
“Maybe...” she said uncertainly, staring down at the floor. Suddenly, her head sprung back up, and the fire of confidence flared up once more in her eyes. “Aaanyhow, this is getting way too emotional. Are we gonna do it or not!?” ”It’s starting to drip down my legs back there.” she added.
“Of course.” Spike said. “If you still want to.”
“Hay yeah! I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be fucked by a guy.” she exclaimed, then blushed as she realized what she had just said. “I mean...”
“You’ve never been with a stallion?” Spike asked in disbelief. He could hardly believe that such a beautiful mare as Rainbow Dash would have been left alone by the bachelor stallions of Ponyville and Cloudsdale.
“Nah. I always felt more comfortable with mares.” Rainbow replied after a short period of silence. “I’ve often wondered what it feels like though.”
“Well, you’re about to find out.” Spike said, grinning. He began the process of putting the bridle on Rainbow Dash. She expressed some discontent, but didn’t resist. After some fiddling, Spike finally got the bridle properly in place.
“There.” he said. “That should do it.” “Now I should be able to hold on to the reins in case I fall off.”
“Great! Let’s go then!” said Rainbow Dash.
Spike climbed onto her back and held on to the reins as she turned around and took a running jump out of the hole in the wall, spreading her wings as she leapt into open air. Flapping her wings, she ascended rapidly, and soon they could barely see the ground anymore.
Spike was holding tightly on to the reins. Her beautiful rainbow-colored mane was billowing in the air, brushing against his face and belly as they soared through the sky. At first his stomach tingled uncomfortably from looking down at the distant buildings of Ponyville far below, but gradually he got used to the sensation and started to appreciate the amazing view.
“Wow! I never realized how awesome it is to fly!” Spike yelled towards Rainbow Dash’s ears, trying to drown out the sound of the wind.
She turned her head around, smiling at him. “I know, right!”
“Can you fly on your back?” Spike asked.
“Sure. I can’t see very well that way, but that doesn’t matter. There’s nothing up here anyway.” Rainbow Dash replied. “You’ll need to hold on tight though.” She slowly rotated herself around in the air, allowing Spike to keep up and stay on top of her, and bent her neck up, looking at Spike between her front hooves which were now sticking up in the air. “Is this better?”
“Yeah!” Spike said, grinning. “Let’s get started!” “Can you lick me here?” Spike said, pointing to the spot between his legs where his penis was normally hidden. Rainbow Dash bent closer, stuck out her tongue and gave the magic spot a long wet lick. It felt amazing, and the tingling of arousal immediately spread through his body. His dick started to grow almost instantly.
“Wow!” came an outburst from Rainbow Dash, who was now looking in amazement at his huge dong in front of her. “How do you even fit that thing in there!?”
“I dunno.” Spike said, shrugging.
Although Rainbow Dash had seen pictures, and heard other mares talking about how stallions liked to be sucked and licked, she had never had the opportunity to try it out yet. Now she had one right in front of her, and curiosity swelled up in her. “Say... can I taste it?” she asked, an expression of excitement on her face.
“Knock yourself out!” Spike replied.
He grabbed his dick and pointed it towards her muzzle, and watched as she stuck out her tongue gave the head a wet sloppy lick. She then proceeded to wrap her muzzle around it and gobble on it, slowly taking more and more of its length into her mouth, her thick warm saliva lubricating it and sending jolts of pleasure through Spike’s body. After taking it in about half-way, she stopped and looked up at Spike. The innocent nervous expression on her face aroused him greatly.
“Hmmf?” she said, her voice muffled by his cock, but seemed to quickly realize that it was pointless to try to talk.
“You’re doing fine.” Spike said. Placing his hands around her head, he slowly pulled her further onto his cock. She gagged a bit at first, but didn’t resist. Finally, she had taken his entire length in her. She seemed to relax a bit, and he spotted mischievous glint in her eyes as he felt her hot wet tongue starting to tease his shaft within her muzzle.
“Ooh yeah, that feels good! Keep going!” he said, hoping to reassure her. She seemed to become more confident, and started to move her head back and forth, letting her tongue dance playfully against his rock hard member as it slid in and out of her mouth. Waves of pleasure flowing through his body, he grabbed her sexy blue pony ears and began to fondle them, eliciting a muffled moan of pleasure from the blue pegasus underneath him.
An idea suddenly struck him. He lowered his tail onto her crotch behind him, moved it around until it found her nipples and began to tease them playfully. Her breath fastened, and he could feel her belly muscles twitch with pleasure under his feet as his tail toyed with her teats. She continued to suck his cock, violently caressing his shaft with her tongue and moaning as his tail danced across her nethers.
Spike moved slid his tail between her boobs and found the entrance to her marehood, which by now was overflowing with her juices. Parting her labia with his tail, he slipped the tip into her sopping wet hole and began to wriggle it around.
Rainbow Dash was nearly in heaven. The feel of the wind caressing her body as she flew upside down, and Spike’s tiny clawed feet pressing against her chest as she sucked his cock while he teased and pleasured her with his tail was unlike anything she had experienced before. She was quivering with pleasure, and had to muster all of her willpower to keep her wing beats synchronized. A lightening bolt of pleasure shot up her spine, as she felt the ribs of the young dragon’s scaly tail rubbing against her clit, and she felt a pressure building up between her legs, as if she had to pee.
Spike was on the verge of an orgasm, when a muffled scream erupted from Rainbow Dash and he felt her entire body starting to shake underneath him, her legs twitching wildly in the air. He felt her soft slippery insides clench down on his tail and drenching it in her marely juices as it erupted out of her in short squirts into the air, raining down to the ground below.
The sensation of her tight wet cunt squeezing his tail finally brought him over the edge. Grabbing her head tightly, and pulling her all the way onto his cock, pressing his balls against her drooling muzzle, he began to shoot load after load of his seed down her throat, while continuing to thrust his tail into her still squirting lovehole.
Another muffled scream of pleasure erupted from her muzzle, and her wings gave a few erratic twitches before finally freezing up completely. Almost immediately, her body began to drop, rapidly losing altitude. His orgasm subsiding, Spike started to become nervous about the situation. If Rainbow Dash didn’t regain control of wings quickly, they would be in trouble. As Spike felt his legs leaving her belly, his tail slid out of her soaked pussy, and he gripped her head even tighter, feeling vertigo set in as they entered into free fall. Momentarily paralyzed in fear as they plummeted towards the ground, he felt his bladder releasing, his now rapidly softening dick ejecting its contents deep into Rainbow Dash’s throat.
With a sudden jerk, Rainbow Dash’s wings sprung back into action and she spun around, rocketing back upwards. Still clenching his arms around her head, Spike opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. She had turned around again and raised her head again.
She turned her head around, so that Spike was over her back. “Mmmf!” she said, giving him a mildly annoyed look and trying to spit him out. He took the hint. He grabbed the reins with one hand, before releasing his grip and letting himself slide down onto her back again. As his penis slipped out of her mouth, she started coughing and retching, streaks of drool escaping her mouth and disappearing behind them as they flew.
“Pffft!” Rainbow Dash spat, sticking her tongue out. “Did you just pee in my mouth!?”
“Sorry!” Spike said, grinning apologetically at her. He was still a bit shaky after the fall, and his heart was racing. “It just sort of happened when we started falling.”
“Yeah, I kinda lost control of my wings for a moment there.” she conceded. A smile spread across her face, and she blushed a bit. “That was one heck of an orgasm though! You sure know how to please a mare with that tail of yours!”
“Bitch, please!” said Spike sarcastically, nonchalantly biting his claws. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He paused for a while, before continuing. “You ready for the main course?” he said, indicating his semi-erect dragon cock.
“Aww, yeah!” she said, admiring his now once more growing dong. “Ya want me to turn around again?”
“Nah. Let’s try something else. Just keep flying.” he replied.
As they had now gotten quite far away from Ponyville, Rainbow Dash took a u-turn and headed back towards the town. “We don’t wanna get too far away, or it’ll take forever to get back.” she explained.
Holding tightly on to the reins, he made his way over to her rump. Looking down at the sleek blue pegasus underneath him, he admired her firm athletic haunches. He’d never realized before how well-toned she was. From a distance, she looked rather slim and skinny, but now that he was standing on top of her, looking down at her flanks, he realized that while they were quite small and light, they were very firm and muscular.
Sliding the reins over his head, around his back, and under his arms, he carefully lowered himself down behind her. Her rainbow-colored tail billowed in the wind behind her, brushing softly against his face as he hung down behind. Firmly gripping the reins in one hand, he slid a clawed hand in between her haunches, across the wetness of her marehood, and onto her teats, smearing them with her own natural lubricant. She began to moan lightly, and he could feel her wetness beginning to drip down his arm as he rubbed and teased her now slippery nipples with his hand. His cock was once again rock hard.
Putting his feet on her haunches and pushing himself away from her, he grabbed his cock in one hand, and pointed it directly at her inviting pussy. “Here comes the torpedo!” he yelled, as he kicked off against her rump and moved his legs away, letting his body slam into her. Her body shook, and she gave a cute little yelp as his cock penetrated her with great force, embedding itself inside her all the way to the base, producing a wet squishy sound. A shock wave of pleasure shot through his body as he slammed into her, nearly causing him to jizz instantly, but he was able to hold himself back.
His heart racing with arousal, he waited a short while to contain his orgasm, before placing one hand on her firm flank-cheek and pushing himself out of her, then letting go and allowing gravity to slam him all the way into her again. He could hear her breathing getting heavier, and she began to moan and loudly as his pulsating rod pounded into her repeatedly at an increasing pace. Spike loved the cute way her voice cracked when she got excited, and the sound of her sexy squeals of pleasure combined with the sound of his balls slapping wetly against her plot was driving him crazy with pleasure.
He paused his movements. “Hey, Rainbow!” he yelled, trying to drown out the noise of the wind.
“Yeah!?” she yelled back.
“Think you can do a Sonic Rainboom when you come!?” he asked, grinning at his crazy idea.
She was silent for a moment. “I dunno. I can try, I guess!” she said. “It’ll take a moment to build up enough speed though.” After thinking for a moment, she continued “Okay, here’s the plan. When I yell ‘NOW!’, focus your full effort on setting me off.”
“Okay!” he said, resuming his pounding.
He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach as Rainbow Dash began to accelerate rapidly, flapping her wings faster and harder than before. Switching over to using his legs to push himself away, he slid his arm down between her haunches, back onto her still slippery boobs and began to massage her teats again, causing her breath to fasten and her moans to intensify. She was accelerating rapidly now, and Spike was forced to squint in order to be able to keep his eyes open in the wind that was blasting against his face.
“NOW!” she yelled over the noise of the wind.
Not wasting any time, he took his hand off her teats and thrust one of his clawed fingers into her slit, teasing her clit with his claw, and started grinding his balls against her plot in quick thrusts. He grabbed her billowing tail between his teeth and began to tug it, and he felt a shudder of pleasure run through her body as he pounded into her, violently rubbing her clit with his hand.
A mach cone was starting to form around them as they approached Sonic Rainboom speed, and Spike had to hold on tight so as not to be blown away by the wind. He was beginning to question whether it had been a good idea at all, but it was too late to do anything about it now. He was about to come, and by her breathing, he guessed that Rainbow Dash was as well.
Finally, Spike felt her wet insides clench down around his cock, and she let out a loud cracked scream as she came, spraying her juices onto his crotch. The sensation of her cunt massaging him and her wet cum splashing onto his balls set him off as well. His body erupted in a storm of pleasure, and he grabbed on to the reins as hard as he could as he began to fill her up with his semen.
In the Ponyville town square, business was bustling as always. Combover Liverspot, a scruffy old Pony with a pipe cutie mark, was taking his daily stroll, when a sudden explosion in the sky shook the ground. Everypony in the town square turned their eyes towards the sky as a rainbow-colored contrail started to form overhead. Combover was curious. He’d never seen anything quite like this before, but the colors reminded him of something. That mare with the rainbow-mane who had saved that time when the balcony of the retirement home had collapsed. What was her name again... Rainbow Dash? He felt a drop of liquid landing on his forehead, then another. Is it raining? No, it can’t be. There is not a cloud in sight. He wiped the drops off with his hoof and sniffed it. Urine? A sudden realization hit him. “Dagnab hooligan pegasi! Kids these days have no shame... using the sky as a toilet!” he grumbled, raising his hoof angrily towards the sky.
The force of the wind had caused Spike to slip out of her hole. Rainbow Dash’s orgasm was still going, and a mixture of semen, vaginal juices and the contents of her bladder was spraying out uncontrollably behind her, forming a cone around him, as he clung to the reins. The juices were making the reins slippery, and his grip was rapidly failing. Just before he slipped, he grabbed on to her rainbow-colored tail flopping in the wind, but it was also soaked in fluids, and his hands quickly started to slide backwards along it, until finally he was left grasping at thin air. Aww, shit...
Vertigo quickly took its grip on him as he started to plummet to his certain doom. Looking down, he could make out the buildings of Ponyville, getting steadily closer as he fell. This was it. He was done for. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable impact.
Spike’s body was nearly paralyzed with fear as he fell towards the ground. He knew there was absolutely nothing he could do, and that he was almost certainly going to die. Not daring to look down at the rapidly approaching buildings of Ponyville anymore, he shut his eyes tightly and braced himself. At least it would likely be a quick and painless death, as he would be smashed to bits the instant he hit the ground.
Images and memories of his far too short life flashed through his mind as he expected the inevitable and fatal impact at any moment. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about Twilight and his other friends in Ponyville. The thought of leaving them behind, and the sorrow they would have to go through, he realized, bothered him far more than the idea of dying.
His reminiscence was suddenly and abruptly cut off by a dull thud, and a shock wave of pain tearing through his body from the impact. And then the world ceased to exist.
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Spike’s eyes shot wide open. Darkness surrounded him. Am I dead? He felt around with his claws, and felt them grasping at something soft. Cloth? A bed. It has to be a bed. Had it just been a dream? As he tried to sit up, pain shot through his body again, and he let out a yelp.
A moment later, the room was partially lit up as a door to a lit hallway opened, revealing a white mare with a pastel pink mane and tail, and a red cross cutie mark. He instantly recognized her. Nurse Redheart! It was all starting to make sense now. He must somehow have survived the fall, and was now at the Ponyville hospital.
“You are awake, I see.” said the nurse, smiling at him.
“Yeah.” said Spike, and then realizing his voice was all hoarse, cleared his throat. “How did I get here?” he asked, curious to find out how he had survived.
“You were very lucky indeed.” began the nurse. “Your friend here,” she indicated a dark blob at the end of the bed, “broke your fall.”
Rainbow Dash? His eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim lighting, and he could now make out the contours of a room around him. He hadn’t noticed her before in the darkness, but now that he looked, he realized that it was definitely her. She lay curled up at the end of the bed, apparently sleeping.
“Is she all right?” Spike asked, worriedly.
“She is fine.” replied the nurse, giving him a reassuring smile. “She was only lightly bruised when cushioning your fall. She should probably take it easy for a few days, but she has suffered no permanent injury.”
Spike was immensely relieved to hear that his friend was going to be fine, but then he was reminded of his own state by a surge of pain as he shifted his position. “What about me?” he asked, nervously.
“Like I said, you were very lucky. No limbs were broken, and you suffered no internal injuries as far as we can tell - only external bruising.” she replied. “You’ll probably be a bit sore and tender for a few weeks, but other than that, you should be fine. You are free to check out in the morning.”
Spike was relieved at this news.
“You two really should be careful in the future though.” said the nurse, smiling at him, blushing slightly. “It is fine for pegasi to engage in aerial intercourse, but for any being incapable of flight, it can be very dangerous, as you two experienced first hand.” “Ponies have died as a result.” she finished, looking at him with a serious expression.
“Oh... you knew about that.” Spike said, feeling his face starting to turn red with shame.
“Your friend told me when she brought you here.” the nurse explained. “She was in quite a state.” “She was crying. You were unconscious, and she thought you were seriously hurt.” “Even when we assured her that you were going to be fine, she insisted on staying here with you.”
“How long was I unconscious?” Spike asked.
“About six hours.” she said. “It’s late evening now.”
Spike was relieved it hadn’t been longer. Hopefully he would be out of the hospital by the time Twilight returned.
Nurse Redheart’s face suddenly lit up, and she broke the silence again. “Oh, by the way, while you are awake, could you provide a urine sample?”
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. “What do you need that for? I thought you said I was going to be fine.”
“Oh, it’s just a routine check. To make sure there is no internal bleeding.” she assured him.
He was not entirely convinced at this explaination - her voice sounded a little more excited than he imagined it would have if her interests were purely of the medical sort. However, he also realized he didn’t care - it couldn’t hurt to be on the safe side anyway. “Sure.” he said.
“Good. Wait here for a moment.” she said, leaving the room.
Where does she expect me to go anyway? he thought. His eyes began to travel around the room, studying his surroundings more closely. It was still rather dark, but he could see much better now. He realized the room also contained two more hospital beds, which were apparently empty at the moment. At the end of the room, he could see faint strips of moonlight coming through what appeared to be a window with the curtains drawn.
Shortly after, Nurse Redheart returned carrying a cup for the urine sample, turning on the lights and closing the door behind her. She then helped Spike sit up in bed, before positioning herself next to the bed, eyeing him excitedly.
“So... are you gonna watch?” Spike asked her, raising an eyebrow.
“Do you mind?” she asked back.
“Not really.” he said, shrugging. He coaxed forth his currently rather small penis, and holding the cup under it, began to release a stream of urine into it.
Just as the cup was about to be full, Rainbow Dash’s sleeping figure shifted in front of him, drawing his eyes to her. She looked frazzled and dirty, her mane and tail were a tangled mess, and several cum-stains were visible in the blue fur on her hindquarters. Mumbling something incoherent in her sleep, she rolled over a bit, her hooves twitching a few times on the soft sheets, and at the same time giving him a clear view of her moist cum-encrusted mareparts.
Despite his body aching, he couldn’t help being turned on by the sight of the sexy blue pegasus mare baring her most private parts to him. He immediately felt his man-rod begin to harden and grow. Looking down, he realized the cup was running over, and overflowing onto the sheets, he pulled it out of the beam and tried to stop. He was able to stop the flow, but not before leaving a long golden trail on the sheets, and slightly soiling Rainbow Dash, who kicked her hooves a little and gave a loud snore, but did not wake up.
His eyes fell once again on Nurse Redheart, who was now staring at his rapidly growing dong, her eyes wide and her mouth forming an O-shape.
“Like what you see?” Spike said teasingly, grinning at her.
She seemed to snap out of her mesmerized state, and began to blush as she realized he was looking at her.
“Oh... I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never seen a dragon’s...” she trailed off. It’s so... big...
Spike sighed. “Let’s be honest... the only reason you wanted the urine sample was so you could ogle my wiener, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Still mesmerized by the sight in front of her, Nurse Redheart didn’t give him a straight answer. “May I... touch it?” she asked in a low soft voice, her eyes still fixed on his schlong.
Suddenly seeming to realize what she was saying, she once again snapped out of her trance. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” she said. “It would be inappropriate to look at a patient that way...” she mumbled, seemingly more to herself than to Spike, although he could hear her perfectly well.
“Don’t worry about it. I tend to have that effect on mares.” Spike said suavely, waggling his eyebrows at her, and combing his spines back with his right claw. “And yes, you may touch it if you wish.” he added.
She lifted her front hooves off the floor, and onto the bed. He could hear her breathing quickening as she leaned closer to him, and let her hoof slide across the knobbly scales on his shaft. A shudder of delight ran through his body at her soft touch. Leaning even closer, she brushed her muzzle up against his cock and sniffed it a few times, the gentle caress of her breath sensuously tickling its sensitive exterior.
“Um... Would you mind if I tasted it?” Nurse Redheart asked, giving him an embarrassed look.
“Knock yourself out.” Spike replied. I like the way this is going. he thought.
Sticking out her big wet pony tongue, she gave the head a sloppy lick. Despite his bruised aching body, he felt a wave of excitement wash over him as her tongue passed over his sensitive tip, sending a shudder of delight through his body.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did it hurt?” she asked worriedly, pulling back.
“No, it felt very good actually.” Spike replied honestly. “Do you usually give this sort of treatment to your patients?” he asked, grinning.
“No, but we’ve never had a dragon here before. Much less one so... well-endowed.” she replied, blushing. “Would you like me to... help you with that?” she asked in a soft sensuous voice, seemingly dropping her bashfulness, and outright teasing him.
Spike nodded. Nurse Redheart was certainly no unattractive mare, and the fact that she was his nurse added a touch of naughtyness to the whole situation. He approved.
Leaning back in, she let her tongue slide playfully around his shaft, coating it with wet slippery saliva. Once she had gotten it nice and wet, she wrapped her muzzle around it, nibbling it playfully as she did so, and pressing down on him. Pleasure filled him, as her warm wet muzzle caressed him, slobbering onto his balls as her tongue danced teasingly around inside.
Having taken him in all the way to the hilt, she began to move her head up and down, deepthroating him, and making Spike’s body sizzle with pleasure with each thrust. He placed his claws on her head and began to massage her ears, causing her to close her eyes and moan softly. Ponies seemed to enjoy having their ears rubbed, and he enjoyed the feeling of their soft fur against his fingers. Pretty soon, he felt an orgasm coming on, and began to furiously rub her ears while pressing her head into his crotch, unloading his cargo deep inside her. She opened her big pony eyes and stared up at him from his crotch, a satisfied look on her face, as she continued to lick and tease his still spurting cock. A groan of pleasure escaped Spike’s mouth.
As his orgasm subsided and he started going soft, he realized he still had to pee, as he hadn’t been able to empty himself out before the cup started overflowing.
“You thirsty for some dragon juice?” he asked, grinning down at her face, still pressed to his crotch.
“Mhm.” she answered, her eyes smiling mischievously up at him.
At her consent, he released his bladder. A great sense of relief spread through his body as he let a steady stream of warm urine flow deep inside her throat. Still pissing down her throat, he began to gently caress her ears again, eliciting another muffled moan from her. After going for a while, he finally ran dry and his stream died down. Aaaah. That felt good.
Finally, he released his grip on her head. She lifted her head, letting his sloppy semi-erect dick slide out of her muzzle, and then proceeded to wipe the remaining mixture of her own drool and Spike’s bodily fluids off her mouth with her hoof and lick it clean.
“Now it’s my turn.” she said, giving him a full-on bedroom gaze.
The hospital bed creaked under the added weight as Nurse Redheart hoisted herself onto it. Behind her, Rainbow Dash snorted in her sleep, and turned around. The white mare positioned herself over Spike so that her plot lined up with Spike’s penis and lowered her hind quarters, brushing her pussy against the underside of his semi-erect cock and covering it in her marelube. It instantly began to harden again, rising to greet her sopping wet cunt.
Once he was fully erect again, she pushed it into position with her hoof, and lowered herself onto his cock, parting her labia with its tip and impaling herself on it. Her tight hole enveloped his dragonhood, penetrating it with her warmth, and sending a thrill of pleasure through Spike’s body. When she began to move her rump, sliding her naturally lubricated marehood up and down on his throbbing joystick, he was almost in heaven. She began to moan as she softly humped his cock, taking care not to put too much pressure on his bruised body, and as she increased her pace, the bed began to creak and squeak under them in response to her thrusts.
Rainbow Dash woke up. At first she wasn’t sure where she was, but as she tried to move, and felt the bruises on her back ache, it all came back to her instantly. The bed, she realized, was shaking and squeaking underneath her, and she could hear moaning from behind her. As she spun around, she found herself facing the plot of a white mare. Although her hat had fallen to the floor, she immediately recognized her by the red cross and hearts cutie-mark. Nurse Readheart. And she was riding a purple scaly cock. Spike...
It took her hazy mind a few seconds to process this. Nurse Redheart is banging Spike. A smile spread across her face. “You guys need any help?” she volunteered.
Without bothering to wait for an answer, she plunged her tongue in between Nurse Redheart’s haunches and began to lap excitedly at the juices dripping down the back of Spike’s cock, savouring their salty tangy taste, occasionally probing the crack of the white mare’s lovehole.
Both Spike and the nurse erupted in gasps of pleasure at the added sensation of Rainbow Dash’s tongue lapping at their privates.
Rainbow Dash continued her licking, starting on Spike’s marejuice-covered balls, causing him to moan loudly with pleasure as her tongue tickled him, and then proceeding down towards his tail.
Spike gave another gasp, as Rainbow’s tongue probed his anus, slurping up the stray marelube that had made its way down there. Between Nurse Redheart riding him, and Rainbow Dash’s tonguework, he was on the verge of another climax.
Having run out of juices on Spike, Rainbow Dash moved on to Nurse Redheart. Gently pushing her muzzle in between Nurse Redheart’s haunches, she began to lap at her teats, causing her to moan even louder, and working her way upward across her crotch area, towards the tail.
The sensation of the blue pegasus furiously rimming her plothole finally sent Nurse Redheart over the edge.
“Uhn~! I’m cumming!” she screamed, as her body started to shake uncontrollably and she started convulsing around Spike’s cock, spraying him with gush after gush of marecum. Spike almost instantly came as a result, and started coating her insides with dragon cum, as she milked him for all he was worth, still gushing around him.
Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, was excitedly lapping at the new wave of liquids bursting forth from the others’ crotches, while violently rubbing her own clit with her right front hoof, which was soaked in the other mare’s juices. Even though she wasn’t being fucked herself, the situation was turning her on immensely, and she could feel an explosive orgasm building up in her loins. As she drove her tongue deep in between Spike’s cock and the white mare’s still-convulsing cunt, she felt a spasm going through the nurse’s body and heard her gasp, as a new kind of liquid began to gush out around Spike’s cock, flowing over her tongue and forming a dark yellow pool on the sheets below.
Spike was still pumping his seed into Nurse Redheart’s depths when she let out a gasp and released her bladder, pissing down his cock while he was still in the middle of his orgasm. The sensation of the warm liquid caressing him reinforced his orgasm, and he groaned, shooting several more loads of dragon cum inside her with renewed vigor as her amber nectar flowed down around his balls.
Rainbow Dash had given up trying to keep up with the flow, and was furiously pleasuring herself, having dipped her hoof in the warm delightful amber pool of piss and marecum. She felt pressure building to a peak inside her, as if she really had to pee. It felt as though she was about to burst. Letting out a wild whinny, and arching her back, she came full force, shooting her own marecum into the pool in front of her in consecutive squirts. When she felt her orgasm subsiding, she released her bladder, shooting a stream of fresh warm urine onto the back of Spike’s cock, where it flowed down, mixing with the existing pool on the sheets and causing it to spread even further.
The sensation of Rainbow Dash’s forceful beam of piss hammering against his cock, sent Spike into a third consecutive orgasm, shooting yet another load of cum into Nurse Redheart. He felt his balls starting to ache, and knew he was beginning to near his limit for the day.
Rainbow Dash lay on her back, slumped against the edge of the bed, panting, her eyes rolled back and her right front hoof resting between her hind legs. The amber pool had spread towards her, creating a large wet spot underneath her plot, and soiling her rainbow-colored tail.
Nurse Redheart had lifted herself off Spike again, and was standing over him, panting, as her cum-filled vagina dripped residual cum and urine down onto his shrunken cock.
“Wow. That was... intense.” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I had such a powerful orgasm.”
“Aww, yeah! Spike knows his way around a mare!” Rainbow Dash chimed in, ignoring the fact that Spike hadn’t really done much except serve as a ribbed dildo for Nurse Redheart.
Spike was lying on his back with his eyes closed, panting, and enjoying the feel of the warm wet sheets soaking against his back, and Nurse Redheart’s last juices dripping onto him. As his arousal went down, he once again began to notice the aching in his bruised body. However, despite some of the less fortunate events that had taken place that day, he felt that on the whole, things could have been a lot worse.
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After they had cleaned themselves up, Nurse Redheart left them, and they slept until the next morning before finally checking out of the hospital and heading back to the library.
--- FRIDAY NIGHT ---
A very tired Twilight Sparkle entered the library, having just arrived from Canterlot. Tossing aside the saddlebags containing her luggage, she headed up the stairs to the bedroom. She had eaten a large hayburger just before leaving Canterlot, and wasn’t hungry - she was tired, and just wanted to go to sleep.
However, as she reached the top of the stairs of the bedroom, she was greeted by a strange sight. In her bed was a badly bruised, but happy looking Spike, and next to him lay Rainbow Dash sprawled on the sheets - both of them soundly asleep. Twilight began to wonder what Spike had been up to while she was gone, but at this point, she was too tired to really care. She would extract an explanation from him in the morning. For now, she just wanted to go to sleep.
As she threw herself onto the bed, she was greeted by a crunching noise from under the covers. Slightly annoyed, she pulled them aside, revealing an open bag of potato chips spilling its contents onto the sheets. Broken crisps littered the bed, along with a few stray popcorns. With a sigh of resignation, she brushed the salty snacks onto the floor, lay down and fell asleep almost instantly.
Spike awoke, feeling very well-rested. He’d spent pretty much the entire previous day just lazing on the bed with Rainbow Dash and eating snacks, as they had been told to take it easy for a few days. As he sprung to his legs, he felt his left foot sink into something soft and moist, and he looked down to see his foot sunken into a half-eaten slice of hay bacon pizza. He picked it up, brushed the lint off it and took a bite. It tasted rather dry, but it was better than nothing, and the thought of eating more potato chips almost made him ill.
Suddenly, a glance of something purple caught his attention at the edge of his vision. His heart leapt in his chest as he turned around to see Twilight sleeping peacefully at the edge of the bed. Rarely had he been so happy to see somepony. Forgetting about his hunger, he tossed the remainder of the pizza slice over his shoulders and made his way over to Twilight.
She was so cute and sexy where she lay sleeping peacefully that he just wanted to stroke her mane. He softly stroked her mane, savouring the feeling of her silky purple hair sliding between his claws. As he did so, she stirred and opened her eyes. Upon seeing Spike smiling down at her, she smiled back.
Without saying anything, Spike threw his arms around her neck and embraced her in a sloppy passionate kiss that lasted for a long time before they broke it off.
“Is that hay bacon pizza I taste?” wondered Twilight, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah...” said Spike, blushing slightly and wishing he had a roll of breath mints handy.
“Got any left?” she asked, grinning sheepishly as her stomach rumbled loudly.
“Maybe... hang on a sec...” he said, walking over to the edge of the bed, reaching down over it and pulling out a cardboard pizza box from underneath it. Bingo! There were a few slices left. Before he could grab one, Twilight had grasped one in her purple horn-light, levitated it over to her and started munching it down hungrily.
Rather than idly watching her eat, Spike picked up the slice he had discarded earlier, which had landed upside down on the pillow, leaving a moist triangular stain as he picked it back up, and resumed eating it. Dragons weren’t known for having weak stomachs, so he wasn’t really worried about the small amount of dust and pony hairs it had collected during its stay on the bed.
After they had finished off the remaining pizza slices, Twilight once again turned her attention to Spike. “What have you been up to this week anyway?” she asked him, as her mind once again returned to the curious situation. “... and what happened to the wall?” She glanced over to where there had once been a bookcase, but where there was now a large hole in the wall that had been inexpertly boarded up with what appeared to be pieces of the bookcase.
“Rainbow Dash crashed through the wall. As for what I’ve been up to... it’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later.” he explained. “Your mane is a mess. Want me to brush it?” he suggested.
“Oh yes, please do.” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “... and maybe you could start telling me about your week while you do?” she suggested.
Spike went over to Twilight’s dressing table and grabbed her brush from it, before returning to the bed. Twilight had laid down on her belly, making it easy for Spike to climb onto her back, from where he could easily reach her mane. Grabbing a lock of the purple hair in his left hand, he gently slid the brush through it with the other. He had to repeat the brushing a few times to get rid of all the tangles, and once it was straight, he moved on to a new part of her mane.
As he brushed her mane, he began to tell her about his experiences during the week. Of course, he left out a few details that he thought would be unethical to divulge on behalf of his friends - such as Fluttershy’s affair with Angel, Applejack and Big Macintosh’s barn adventures, and Rainbow Dash’s crush on Fluttershy. He could feel Twilight’s body quivering underneath him, as she occasionally giggled during the tale of his silly desperate hunt for someone to bang.
When her entire mane had been restored to its normal straight bookish-but-sexy style, Twilight prompted him to move on to her tail by flicking it playfully, brushing it softly against his back. He took the hint, and started brushing it it as he continued telling the riveting tale of his encounter with Rainbow Dash.
“Aerial intercourse?” Twilight interrupted, a mixture of worry and disbelief in her voice. “What were you thinking?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. I was really bored. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” he said, continuing to brush her tail.
“Well, at least you weren’t seriously hurt.” she said, a tone of relief in her voice.
By the time he had finished telling her about his brief but steamy stay in the hospital, and how he and Rainbow Dash had spent most of the previous day relaxing in bed, eating snacks, Twilight’s tail was once again perfectly smooth.
Twilight turned her head around to face him. “Would you mind brushing my coat as well?” she asked, smiling at him.
“Sure.” he replied, returning her smile. Hopping off her back and onto the sheets, he placed the brush against her side and began to brush her softly.
Twilight closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the rough bristles of the brush slid through her smooth fur, pleasantly scratching her skin below, and taking with it any unwanted particles that had gotten stuck on her. She normally brushed herself using her horn, and was surprised at how good it felt to be brushed by somepony - or in this case, dragon - else.
As she lay there, enjoying the pleasant feeling of the brush against her flank, another feeling began to creep over her - one she hadn’t previously associated with being brushed. She felt heat spreading through her body, her breath getting heavier, and a tingling sensation in her loins. She could feel moisture beginning to form between her haunches. She was extremely aroused.
A soft gasp escaped her as the brush slid against her cutie-mark. The brushing stopped.
“Hey, Twi... You alright?” Spike asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“What?” Twilight burst out, opening her eyes again. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” she said. “More than fine, in fact. That felt... very good...” she said, giving Spike a sexy look.
She rolled over on her back, producing a crunching noise as her purple body landed on a few unfortunate potato crisps, crushing them under its weight. On the other side of the bed, Rainbow Dash shifted in her sleep, apparently stimulated by the sudden noise. Twilight giggled, unable to suppress her amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation. She stretched her hooves outward to give Spike full access to her belly. “Please continue...” she begged, in such a sweet and seductive voice that it almost made Spike jizz his scales.
“Whoa, you sure have been enjoying this, haven’t you...” said Spike slyly, immediately spotting the dampness between her haunches. Twilight merely grinned back at him, blushing slightly.
Without hesitation, Spike went back to work with the brush, starting with her chest. He could feel her soft belly rising and sinking with her breath, as he steadily worked his way down towards her hind legs. Twilight let out a moan of pleasure as the brush grazed her teats, sliding in between her haunches and caressing her thighs, making her hind legs twitch slightly as the bristles tickled her sensitive places.
A gasp escaped her, as she felt a tiny claw sliding playfully through her slit, and she opened her eyes to see Spike licking his finger.
“You really want it, don’t you?” he said teasingly. “It’s overflowing down here.”
Twilight couldn’t deny this. She wanted him to fuck her. Badly. But there was one thing that was bothering her.
“I do... but what if she wakes up?” Her eyes turned to Rainbow Dash, as she turned, mumbling in her sleep.
“Don’t worry about her. She already knows about us. She won’t tell anyone.” Spike reassured her.
Twilight smiled, relieved at this news.
“Is your body ready, master?” Spike said teasingly, a wide grin on his face. He’d been looking forward to this moment all week.
“For you? Always! You are, after all my number one assistant.” Twilight replied, smiling back at him.
Twilight felt all giddy, her entire body tingling as she fixed her gaze on Spike who was now standing in front of her with a grin on his face. Even though they hadn’t been together all that long, she could hardly remember the last time she had been this horny. She stretched her hooves outward, parting her hind legs, fully exposing her moist nethers to her number one assistant.
Unable to restrain himself from his lust any longer, Spike dove in between her haunches, parting her mound with his snout, and plunging his forked tongue into her moist marely cavern. Her body gave a twitch of excitement, as he began to probe her interior, tickling her slick sensitive walls as his tongue darted around inside her love tunnel, pleasuring her to the best of his ability. Soft gasps escaped her muzzle as he continued his oral ravaging of her marehood, nibbling teasingly at her clit while his tongue worked her insides.
Spike could feel her breath quickening rapidly, and her body quiver underneath him as he worked her, and knew that she was nearing an orgasm. As he concentrated all his attention on her love button, it didn’t take long before she came hard, her entire body shaking with pleasure, her inner walls clenching down on Spike’s tongue. A loud moan escaped her as she started gushing out her juices, drenching both his face and the sheets below in marecum, prompting Rainbow Dash to stir once more, moaning softly in her sleep as she apparently entered a wet dream.
He continued working his tongue inside Twilight’s convulsing hole and playing with her clit until her climax subsided, and her body stopped twitching. She lay still on the bed, her face flushed and her eyes closed, heaving for breath.
Having regained her breath somewhat, Twilight opened her eyes looking up at Spike. An idea suddenly struck her, as she realized she hadn’t yet had her morning pee. Placing front hooves at her opening and parting her lips, she relaxed her bladder, releasing a thin stream of piss onto the dragon, aiming it directly at his balls.
As the hot yellow stream hit Spike’s sensitive crotch, a wave of pleasure shot through his body, and he instantly felt his member growing even harder. Wild with lust, as her warm urine splashing against the underside of his shaft and balls, running down his legs and forming a dark yellow pool around his feet, he grabbed his rock-hard cock and shoved it hard into her still-pissing cunt, blocking the flow as he began to pump into her, making wet squishy noises and causing her to gasp loudly.
Rainbow Dash began to twitch in her sleep, and was abruptly awakened by an involuntary moan coming out of her own muzzle, and the feeling of wetness forming between her hind legs as she rode out the remainder of a dream-induced orgasm, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
She was feeling rather embarrassed at herself, when another loud moan from Twilight snapped her out of it and drew her attention to the action taking place on the other side of the bed. Quickly pushing opening her eyes and pushing herself into a sitting position, she looked over to see Twilight lying on her back, moaning and gasping, kicking her hind legs involuntarily in the air as Spike drove his scaly glistening stake into her nethers over and over again. With each of Spike’s thrusts into his purple marefriend, faint crunching sounds erupted from underneath Twilight’s body, as the remaining artifacts of last night’s snacking were ground to dust under her weight.
Almost the entire length of the bed’s sheets were damp, and a few soggy potato crisps were in the process of dissolving on top of the damp spots. Rainbow Dash picked one up and ate it. Mmm. Extra salty!
Watching her two friends going at it, apparently oblivious to her presence, was making her horny again, sending her loins into overdrive. She looked down between her hind legs, and stuck one of her front hooves down there to feel the moisture. Fuck, I’m horny... she thought. Then, as she looked up again, her eyes fell on Spike’s pointy ribbed tail, bouncing up and down as he fucked Twilight, and a smile spread across her face as an idea struck her.
* POMF *
Spike was lost in pleasure as he slammed his cock repeatedly into Twilight’s wet cunt, his balls slapping wetly against her furry crotch, when suddenly he felt something brushing against his tail.
“So, you guys think you can have all the fun without me, huh?” said Rainbow Dash behind him, a tone of faux disappointment in her voice.
Spike felt his tail being grabbed by hooves and tilted upwards, shortly followed by something wet and fuzzy brushing against it. If his cock wasn’t already about as hard as it could possibly get, it probably would have gotten even harder. He heard a sigh of pleasure from behind him, as something warm and slippery began to envelope his tail, slowly lowering itself onto him until he could feel moist fur pressing against the base of his tail, dribbling liquid down to his butthole.
Having taken Spike’s entire tail inside her, Rainbow Dash began to ride it, slowly at first, getting used to the sensation of his hard scales massaging her insides, and gradually increasing her speed as her arousal increased. She was surprised to find that the sight of Twilight’s flushed face, dripping with sweat as her assistant fucked her, was an extreme turn-on to her. For a moment, she wished she could bend over Spike’s shoulders and kiss the sexy purple mare. Aroused even more by these dirty thoughts, she began to fuck Spike’s tail even harder, grinding her chest against his spiny back.
Spike was almost breathless, partially because of pleasure, and partially because he was now being pressed down into Twilight’s chest by Rainbow Dash grinding her body against him. At this point he could barely move anymore, but it didn’t even seem to matter anymore, as Rainbow Dash’s lustful humping against his back was slamming him into Twilight even harder than before. He could feel her warm chest fuzz brushing against his back as she rode his tail, moaning loudly, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth, dripping sticky warm saliva onto him.
Rainbow Dash was almost in heaven, grinding her clitoris roughly against Spike’s scaly tail, and enjoying the sight of Twilight’s body squirming with pleasure in front of her. No longer able to restrain herself, she bent over Spike, grabbing Twilight’s neck and locking her muzzle onto Twilight’s in a wet sloppy kiss. Twilight opened her eyes, clearly surprised at this forward act, but didn’t resist - on the contrary, Rainbow Dash thought she looked happy. Twilight returned the kiss, wrapping her hooves around the blue mare’s neck and pulling her even closer, pushing her wet tongue into her mouth. Rainbow Dash could taste the remnants of yesterday’s hay bacon pizza in Twilight’s mouth, as they began to make out sloppily.
Spike was both surprised and aroused by the action taking place around him, and combined with the sensation of the two mares’ bodies squeezing him between them like the hay in a hay sandwich, this new flood of arousal caused him to erupt into an explosive orgasm. With a loud grunt of pleasure, he began to blow his load inside Twilight’s hot wet pony pussy, filling her up with his hot magical dragon cum. The feeling of his warm juices flowing inside her was too much for Twilight, and she almost instantly came as well, drenching both Spike and Rainbow Dash’s hooves in marecum, while simultaneously releasing her bladder, squirting out a hot yellow stream of piss around Spike’s cock.
The feeling of Twilight’s warm urine and marecum splashing against her legs and pooling up around her hooves, quickly brought Rainbow Dash into orgasm as well, and after firing her first few gushes of cum, she too let go, squirting her hot amber morning piss down Spike’s tail and butt, and onto the sheets below where it mixed with Twilight’s. Her muzzle locked with Twilight’s, she continued their exhilarated makeout session, her outstretched wings twitching and flapping erratically in correspondence with the orgasmic pleasure rocking her body, while letting their pee and marejuices flow around the dragon writhing and spasming between them as he shot his loads in Twilight’s pissing cunt.
Spike had never experienced anything quite so intense before. A pungent smell of urine, cum and wet pony fur wafted up around him as the two mares bumped him between them as though he was a double-sided dildo. The feeling of Twilight’s warm piss caressing his balls while Rainbow Dash’s piss simultaneously flowed down his tail over his butthole sent him into another explosive orgasm before the last one had even ended.
For what seemed like several minutes, they lay in a steaming heap on the urine-soaked bed grinding their bodies together, and grunting and moaning as they repeatedly set each other off in a seemingly neverending chain of orgasms.
When they finally came down from their orgasms, Spike crawled out from between the two sweat and piss-drenched mares to catch his breath. Rainbow Dash broke off her make-out session with Twilight, and rolled off her. For at least several minutes, they just lay still on the bed, heaving and panting, staring into the ceiling.
“Wow. That was intense.” said Twilight, breaking the silence. “Where did you learn to kiss like that, Rainbow Dash?” she asked.
Rainbow Dash chuckled beside her. “A certain pink party pony taught me.” she said, and then added, grinning and winking at Twilight “... and you sure seemed to enjoy it!”.
“Yeah... I did enjoy it.” said Twilight thoughtfully, staring into the ceiling. I never thought I’d do anything like that with another mare. Much less like it. she thought. She’d read something about this in a book. Bisexuality... that’s what it was called, if her memory served her right. Was that what it was?
“So... you and Pinkie are together?” she asked, turning to Rainbow Dash again.
“Nah. We’re just friends.” Rainbow replied. “She’s fun to be around and all, but I don’t really feel that way about her.” “She sure does know how to have a good time though.” she added, grinning.
“But you... you know... like mares?” Twilight asked.
“Not exclusively. But yeah, I generally prefer mares.” Rainbow replied. “Your little assistant here,” she indicated Spike with her hoof “really knows how to please a mare.” she complimented, prompting a satisfied smile from the sticky worn-out dragon.
“He certainly does.” Twilight giggled. “Thanks to a certain pink party pony.”
As Twilight finally mustered the strength to push herself into a sitting position, and allowing her a glimpse of the mess they had made on the bed, a single popcorn floated silently across the puddle on the sheets. Unable to contain herself, she broke into uncontrollable laughter, hammering her hooves into the pillow. Spike and Rainbow Dash weren’t sure what she was laughing about, but pretty soon they too broke into laughter too, and then they all laughed, pounding the bed with their hooves and claws, until their chests hurt and they could laugh no more. Completely exhausted, they soon drifted off to sleep.
Spike was standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom, trying to work up the courage to go through with his plan. There was something he had been wanting to ask Twilight for some time, and today, he had decided, was going to be the day. He was finally going to pop the question.
He took a deep breath, before tearing himself away from his manly visage in the mirror. Rummaging under the blankets in his basket, his claw finally fell on a circular object, and he pulled it out, holding it up in front of his face and examining it for a short while, before turning around and setting course for the bedroom door.
He couldn’t help being a bit nervous as he slowly but surely descended the stairs towards the main hall of the library, the circular object clenched tightly in his claws behind his back.
Twilight was deeply absorbed in her studies, her face buried in a large, musty and very old looking tome. She didn’t seem to have noticed him coming down - or if she had, she wasn’t showing it. He didn’t mind, as it gave him time to turn around, making sure she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the object behind his back before alerting her to his presence.
“Hey, Twi!” he greeted her, trying to sound as normal as possible.
She momentarily looked up from her work, and a smile came across her face as her eyes met his. “Oh, hi Spike.” she said, seeming rather absent-minded.
She sometimes got like this when she became really absorbed in her research. Spike was unsure whether it was good or bad, but he couldn’t back down now. Perhaps it could even work to his advantage.
“Um... there’s something I wanted to ask you.” he said, suddenly not feeling quite as sure about himself anymore.
Twilight had returned to reading her book. “Oh. Ask away, then.” she said after a while, apparently not paying him all that much attention.
He took a deep breath. This was it. It was now or never. “Twilight... will you be my pet?” he asked.
“Uh huh.” she replied, still deeply absorbed in her reading material.
Spike waited a while.
Suddenly, she looked up from the book. “Wait, what?” she asked loudly. “What did you ask me?”
“Will you be my pet, Twilight?” he asked again, feeling rather small. Of course, compared to a pony he was rather small - but right at this moment, he felt even smaller than he normally did.
Twilight was staring at him now, giving him her full and undivided attention. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean by that.. be your pet?” she asked, sounding uncertain.
“Oh, just a little sex role playing game.” he explained, trying to sound as confident as possible. “You put this on,” he said, pulling forth the spiky leather dog collar from behind his back, “and do whatever I tell you to do while I lead you around on a leash.” “Please?” he added.
For a moment, Twilight stood still, glaring at him. He could see her muzzle beginning to quiver slightly. Finally, she could no longer keep a straight face, and burst out laughing, rolling on the floor behind her desk and hammering the floor with her hooves.
Spike wasn’t laughing. He silently watched her laughing hysterically on the floor.
“Wait... you’re serious?” she asked, fighting to suppress the laughter, wiping tears of laughter off her face with her hoof.
“Deadly serious.” said Spike, feeling incredibly stupid. He was beginning to seriously question whether it had even been a good idea to ask at all.
Twilight got back on all fours, and for a moment she looked thoughtful. Spike felt certain she was going to reject his request. Perhaps it was for the best. It was probably a stupid idea anyway. But still, he’d kinda wanted to try it. It was so... delightfully kinky.
He studied Twilight’s expression while she was thinking. A sudden glint appeared in her eyes, and a devious smile crossed her lips.
“Tell you what, Spike... I’ll do it.” she said. “On one condition.” “Promise me that the next time I ask you to go along with something, you’ll do it. No matter how stupid it sounds.”
“Like what?” Spike asked.
“I can’t tell you that. You’ll just have to wait and see.” she replied, a smug businesslike expression on her face.
“Well, that, and that we stay inside the library. I wouldn’t want anypony else to see me on a leash.” she added. “They’d think we’re mad. Or perverted. Or probably both.” she finished.
At this point, Spike was a bit nervous. What was she planning to make him do? Something so horrible or embarrassing that she knew he would never go along with it normally? Meh. How bad can it possibly be? he thought. She surely wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. Or embarrass him too badly. He hoped.
“Alright. I promise.” he said, finally, knowing it was the only way to get her to go along with his little game.
“Pinkie Pie swear?” said Twilight.
“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Spike recited, mimicking the actions with his claw Pinkie Pie style, making sure to stop his hand before poking his eye.
“Great!” said Twilight, rubbing her hooves together and grinning deviously. Oh boy. I’m gonna regret this aren’t I... thought Spike.
--- LATER THAT EVENING ---
Twilight had wrapped up her research for the day, and after a nice meal, the purple pony and her number one dragon assistant had retired to the bedroom.
She was now standing next to her bed, completely naked, except for the dog collar. Of course, ponies were always naked, but to Spike she seemed somehow more naked than usual, wearing the spiky leather collar to which he had attached the leash he was now holding the other end of.
“Now what?” Twilight asked, looking curiously at Spike.
“Ssh. Don’t talk. You’re supposed to be my pet, and pets don’t talk.” said Spike, grinning at her.
She took the point and responded with an affirmative neigh, and looking at him with bedroom eyes.
“You’re my bitch now. Act like it.” Spike said, grinning at her.
Letting her tongue hang out of her mouth, panting and waggling her tail like a dog, Twilight leapt onto him, pinning him to the floor, and began to lick him sloppily all over his face and belly, covering him in drool from head to toe.
“Stop it!” Spike chuckled, curling up to protect his ticklish areas as Twilight’s tongue tickled him, and scooting away from her a bit, still holding the leash. “Stay!” he said, before she could follow him.
There was now a playful, mischievous glint in her eyes, but she obeyed his command as she watched him get back on his feet.
“Good girl!” he said, stroking her mane as she bent her head down, nuzzling him.
“Let’s go for a walk downstairs, shall we?” Spike said, tugging at her leash. Twilight nickered softly, smiling at him as he led her towards the door.
He led her down the stairs, to the library main room where she had been working earlier. Since Twilight could never be bothered to put away the books, they lay scattered all over the place, as they usually did until Spike put them away as part of his morning chores. He led her into the study area before finally stopping.
“Sit!” he said.
Twilight obeyed his command. Spike entered the kitchen and walked over to cupboard where he knew he would find what he was looking for, grinning at the thought of what he was about to do. Opening the door, he extracted a large jar of sweet apple jam from the cupboard and removed the lid. He dipped a claw into the contents and licked it. Mmm! Delicious! he thought.
Snorting with suppressed laughter, he dipped his arm into the jar once more, and began to smear it on himself. Starting with his crotch, he continued to coat himself in jam until his entire front was dripping with sweet apple-y goodness. Twilight wouldn’t be able to resist this.
Replacing the jar in the cupboard, he returned to the main room. Twilight was still sitting patiently where he had left her, and eyed him curiously as he re-entered, his entire belly covered in sweet chunky goo.
“Good girl!” he said, petting her on the head. Then he realized that he had been using the same arm to coat himself with jam, and now Twilight’s mane was all sticky and ruffled. Oops. Oh, well, Twilight didn’t seem to have noticed, and they were surely going to need a bath afterwards anyway.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl, here’s a treat.” he said, grinning as he pointed to his jam-covered chest. “But you’re going to have to lick it off me...”
Twilight stuck out her large wet pony tongue, and thrusting her muzzle into his scaly chest, she began to sloppily lap up the sweet gooey substance covering it. Spike enjoyed the feeling of her hot wet tongue sliding across his chest, leaving a trail of her warm saliva. As she finished licking his chest clean, she continued on to his belly. Spike began to giggle, as her tongue tickled him. It was a strange sensation, but he was enjoying it immensely, and the kinkiness of it was turning him on. He could feel his loins beginning to stir with arousal, as pleasure built up in him with her every lick.
He placed his hands on her head, no longer caring that his right arm was covered in jam, and began to gently rub her large pointy ears, covering them in slippery gooey goodness, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her as she continued licking him clean.
Finally, she had finished cleaning up his belly, and moved on to the final destination - his groin. He let out a low moan as her tongue slid playfully across his magic spot, slobbering all over him. As she did so, she looked up at him, a flirty expression in her big cute eyes.
“Oh, yeah! Keep going!” he said. He could feel his boner leaving its hiding place, whereupon Twilight immediately began licking its tip, causing it to harden further, and sending waves of pleasure through the young dragon’s body.
Spotting her sticky mane, an idea suddenly struck him. Letting go of one ear, he grabbed some of her mane in his right hand, and bent down. Putting it in his mouth, he began to suck it, savouring its horsey taste and lapping up the sweet gooey jam with his tongue, while she continued to lick his cock, covering it with her slippery saliva and sticky jam residue.
Her warm wet tongue felt incredible as it danced against his penis, playing with his tip and sending surges of pleasure through his body. He felt as though he was going to cum any second.
Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, he came, chewing on her soggy apple-flavored mane as several warm streaks of white gooey dragon cum shot out of his cock, landing on her face and muzzle and sticking to her, covering one of her nostrils. He felt a warm breeze against his balls, as Twilight blew her nose hard to get rid of the offending cum. She then licked her muzzle, before proceeding to lick the last few drops of jizz off his cock, as his orgasm subsided.
Spike wasn’t done yet, however. “Turn around.” he ordered her, and watched as she obeyed, turning all the way around, and looking back at him with her big sexy eyes, and flicking her tail playfully, baring her purple plot to him.
“Now, do your business.” he commanded, grinning widely.
She smiled back at him, and shot him a sexy look, as she lifted her left leg and released a stream of hot yellow urine onto the pages of an open copy of “Obscure Unicorn History” that had been left on the floor. Grabbing his cock, Spike directed its tip into her piss, breaking up the stream and causing it to spray all over the place. The warm wet feeling of her golden nectar splashing against his dick felt amazing, and he instantly became rock hard again.
Looking around, he quickly pushed a small stack of books over to Twilight’s hind quarters, and hopped onto them so that his crotch was lined up with her plot, and dabbed his penis through her hot steaming piss a few more times, before ramming it into her still-pissing cunt, causing her to moan loudly. He could feel her warm piss trickling out around his cock for a few seconds, before stopping, as he began to thrust into her dripping hole, letting his balls slap wetly against her plot. As she began to wobble, he grabbed hold of her lifted leg, holding it up while he fucked her.
He could feel her marehood squeezing his shaft as she pushed, trying to empty her bladder, shooting out squirts of warm liquid onto his balls every time he pulled out of her, and dripping onto the books below. A pleasant scent of urine and wet paper filled his nostrils, greatly amplifying his arousal as he pounded into his sexy purple pet. Grabbing her wildly flicking tail in his free claw, he began to tug it as hard as he could, causing her to moan even louder as her back arched, causing her clit to grind even harder against the scaly dragon cock plowing into her from behind.
Soon, Spike could feel Twilight quivering with pleasure, and knew she was getting close to coming. So was he. He picked up his pace even more, and began to thrust into her with greater force and speed than before. Biting onto her tail with his teeth, and continuing to tug it, he placed his newly freed hand between her haunches, caressing her teats as she moaned and gasped with pleasure.
And then Twilight came, letting out a whinny of ecstasy, her entire body shaking with pleasure as her tight pony pussy clenched down on him, milking his cock furiously and spraying his balls with warm sticky marecum. Spike almost instantly lost himself in orgasm, pumping load after load of his thick white goo into the purple mare’s convulsing, cum-gushing pussy.
Spike was still in the middle of his orgasm, when his dragon-sense suddenly began to tingle. He spat out Twilight’s tail just in time as he began to retch, and burped out a burst of green flame, slightly singing Twilight’s tail in the process. A rolled-up piece of paper had materialized in front of him, and dropped onto Twilight’s back.
Before it could roll off her, into the pool of piss and marecum covering the floor, it was snatched up by a magical purple aura and thrown clear of the mess.
Despite the interruption, Spike was still going inside his marefriend, her cunt still milking him for all it was worth. Feeling her orgasm subsiding, he gave a few more thrusts, causing blobs of jizz to ooze out of her and onto the books below.
Breathing heavily, Twilight toppled, rolling onto her back and pulling Spike down along with her, and lay panting in the puddle of bodily fluids with Spike on top of her.
Spike felt his dick starting to go limp inside her, and now he too had to take a leak. Twilight gave a soft moan under him as he released a stream of hot piss into the depths of her cum-filled lovehole, flushing out the semen and marecum inside and mixing with the puddle on the floor. He felt Twilight squeezing down on him a few times, before giving a sigh of relief, as she too began to pee, her golden flow mixing with his as they lay there, emptying their bladders in unison.
--- EVEN LATER THAT EVENING ---
After cleaning up their mess and taking a nice hot bath together, they returned to the matter of the scroll.
Spike unrolled it, and after clearing his throat, began to read it aloud.
Dear my most faithful student Twilight Sparkle (and Spike too),
As you may already know, it is soon time for this year’s Grand Galloping Gala. Thanks to you and your friends, last year’s gala was by far the most interesting one I have attended for at least a hundred years.
As such, I hereby invite you all to attend once more this year.
As Spike read the last sentence, a flash of light blinded him momentarily, as seven golden tickets materialized out of the scroll and scattered across the room. He rubbed his eyes until his vision returned, and continued reading.
I hope this year’s even will be as much fun as the last one.
P.S. Don’t tell anyone I said so.
Yours sincerely, Princess Celestia of Equestria
Spike groaned. The thought of going to another one of those snoozefests made him cringe. Admittedly, they had caused quite a mess last year, and it was understandable that Celestia had found it amusing.
Having spent most of his childhood with her, he knew her better than most ponies. He knew about her quirky sense of humor, and about how she would often amuse herself by pulling subtle pranks on those around her, while making sure that nopony could prove her involvement - or at least, intent.
He had personally been the target of many a royal prank, and even Twilight had experienced it on a few occasions, though she did not know it. The most recent one that came to mind was the time Twilight had forgotten to write her friendship report, and had nearly gone insane trying to come up with something to write about. The ponies hadn’t noticed - or if they did, they hadn’t said anything - but he had definitely seen the sun jump across the sky a few times that day.
While he secretly thought she had gone too far on occasion, he couldn’t exactly blame her for wanting to have a bit of fun. After all, being the princess, she’d had to endure over a thousand years of infuriatingly boring paperwork and repetitive chores, such as raising and lowering the sun, and when she wasn’t doing any of those things, she was generally busy holding audiences with “very important ponies”, or discussing Equestrian politics with her royal advisors. In between all her royal duties, she had very little time to herself.
Snapping out of his inner monologue about Celestia’s prankish nature, he saw Twilight picking up the golden tickets with her horn and levitating them towards her.
“Wow. I can’t believe she invited us all again after what happened last year.” Twilight said.
“Are you kidding?” Spike said, raising an eyebrow. “I bet she hopes it’ll happen again this year. That we’ll ‘liven tings up a bit.’”
“Well, that’s not likely to happen, is it?” said Twilight. “Lightning rarely strikes twice in same place.”
It was once again sunday in Ponyville, the general niceness of weather of which shall remain undescribed.
Spike lay on the bed, as he usually did when he had nothing better to do, flipping through the various magazines he subscribed to. He would have preferred to spend the day with Twilight, but she had been up all night performing some sort of experiment in the basement. When he had gone down to see her earlier, she had been rather cranky and disheveled, and far too absorbed in her work to pay him any attention. When he had accidentally knocked over a rack of test tubes, she had simply given him an annoyed look and told him to go away.
Not wanting to upset her any further, he had done so. Even if it wasn’t his first choice of entertainment, he did have a few new magazines to check out. A particular one he had been looking forward to reading, and which he was perusing was a dragon fetish magazine he had only recently become aware of.
Despite being a dragon himself, he had never even seen a female dragon, and while he very much enjoyed mares, he couldn’t help being mildly curious about members of the opposite sex of his own species. It had, however quickly become painfully obvious that the magazine was made by stallions with a dragon fetish, for stallions with a dragon fetish - aside from a few mildly interesting pictures of female dragons taken from a safe distance, most of the content consisted of stallions banging mares while wearing cringe-inducingly badly made dragon costumes. He was certain Rarity could have made something a million times better if she put her mind to it.
Making a mental note to cancel the subscription, he tossed the magazine aside and grabbed a different one from the top of the stack beside the bed. Equestrian Watersports. On the cover was a picture of a sexy light blue unicorn mare with a gray and blue tail and mane that for some reason reminded him strangely of toothpaste. She had her rump facing the camera, and was spreading her hind legs while urinating onto the cock of some anonymous stallion lying on the grass, whose face was outside the picture, a satisfied look on her face as she turned her head around to look sexily at the camera.
He opened the cover and started flipping through the pages. It contained many interesting articles, including one about what kinds of food and drink to consume in order to make your urine taste better. He’d have to show that one to Twilight later. Not that hers tasted bad or anything, but there was always room for trying something new, and knowing Twilight’s natural curiousity, he imagined she’d consider it an interesting experiment. That was one of the things he had come to love about her. Even though she sometimes got a bit carried away, he couldn’t see it as anything but a good thing, having a marefriend who was willing to experiment.
Spike suddenly realized he’d been flipping the pages of the magazine mindlessly, while lost in his inner ramblings, when he got to the centerfold, where a poster was stapled in, and spotted a very familiar face. If he had been drinking anything at that moment, he would have sprayed it all over the magazine, but since he wasn’t, he just stared at the image, gawping. The familiar mare was being deepthroated by one stallion, while another rutted her from behind, as she pissed down his cock. She had a happy expression on her pink face, and had her tail lifted, tickling the stallion’s belly as he rammed his big stallion cock into her pissing cunt from behind.
Just then, the sound of knocking on glass snapped him out of his surprised stupor, and he dropped the magazine to look over at the window to see what it was. There was nothing there, however. For a moment, he just stared at the window. He was beginning to wonder if he was hearing things, when a familiar pink shape appeared for a moment, knocking on the window, before once again disappearing below the window.
Raising an eyebrow, Spike got out of bed and wandered over to the window, opening it and looking down to see a trampoline on the ground below, and a pink projectile coming towards him at high speed. He ducked back inside just in time to avoid the impact.
“Hiya Spikey Wikey!” said Pinkie Pie, hovering in the air outside the window for a moment before disappearing below the windowsill again.
“Nopony calls me Spikey Wikey...” Spike mumbled, slightly annoyed. Except for Rarity...
A few seconds later, Pinkie briefly reappeared in the window, beaming at Spike.
“Pinkie, what are you doing here?” Spike asked, with genuine curiousity.
She disappeared for a few seconds, then said as she reappeared “I just came by to invite you to a little party I’m having!” before disappearing out of sight once more.
“I meant, what are you doing bouncing on a trampoline outside my bedroom window...” Spike said, as she reappeared again, then added “... And you know, it’s kinda difficult to hold a coherent conversation with you bouncing up and down like that. Why don’t you come inside?”
“Okie dokie lokie!” she said as she fell back down. A few seconds later, she came bouncing in through the window, bumping into Spike and knocking him to the floor.
“Oops. Sorry!” she said, grinning sheepishly as Spike got up and dusted himself off.
“You could’ve used the front door like everyone else...” Spike said, rolling his eyes at her.
“I know, but what fun would that be, silly?” she replied.
“Pinkie Pie, you’re so random!” he said.
“That’s what Rainbow Dash keeps telling me all the time!” she said, grinning sheepishly back at him. “Oh, right! Party! Ya wanna come!?” she said, bouncing happily up and down in front of him.
“What kind of party?” Spike asked.
“Oh, nothing big. Just me and some of my most intimate friends!” she replied, winking knowingly at him.
Spike didn’t need to think long about it. The alternative was to stay in bed for the rest of the day reading his magazines, while Twilight conducted her experiments in the basement, getting more and more cranky with sleep deprivation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be around when she finally decided to go to bed - especially if her experiments hadn’t gone according to plan. However sweet she normally was, she could get pretty nasty when she was stressed-out, and when that happened, he had come to know that it was best to stay out of her way.
“Sure, I’ll come.” Spike replied. “When is it?”
“Super duper! Just come to Sugar Cube Corner as soon as you can!” Pinkie replied, bouncing backwards out of the window and disappearing once more, just as Spike opened his mouth to speak again. He waited a few moments for her to reappear, before closing his mouth, walking over to the window and looking out. Pinkie was nowhere to be seen, and nor was the trampoline. He sighed. Pinkie will be Pinkie. he thought.
Figuring he might as well get going as soon as possible, he left the bedroom and headed for the front door, only stopping momentarily in the main room when startled by the sound of something breaking from the basement, followed by an outburst of swearing he couldn’t make out the details of. He thought he heard something about Starswirl the Bearded’s private parts and Celestia’s long pointy horn.
He quickly made his way outside, closed the door behind him, and set off towards Sugar Cube Corner. He was genuinely curious what Pinkie had in store for this “party”. It couldn’t be an S&M club meeting - if it had been, she would have said so, and in any case, they had had one only last week. There was no way they would have one two weeks in a row. At least that had never happened so far during his membership in the club. Nevertheless, he was sure it would involve sex. Whenever Pinkie wanted him away from Twilight, it was always something involving sex.
The way she had said “my most intimate friends” presumably meant there would be more than just the two of them, but only people she knew “intimately” - possibly other fuck-buddies of hers? He wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she had others. After all, she held parties all the time, and probably more often than not ended up drunk in bed with some stallion or mare. She had said so herself, and he couldn’t think of any reason to doubt it. However eccentric she may be, she was not generally one to lie to her friends.
In any case, he was about to find out, as Sugar Cube Corner loomed before him. He approached the door and gave it a knock. There was no reply. Surely, Pinkie couldn’t still be out, could she? He knocked again, and waited a while longer, before deciding to try the handle. Maybe she was just busy. Finding the door to be unlocked, he stepped inside, closing it behind him again. The lights in the shop were turned off, but he could see light coming from the door to the kitchen. On his way to the kitchen door, he heard an excited squeak that sounded like Pinkie Pie.
The scene that greeted him as he rounded the corner of the doorway was an interesting one to say the least. Various kinds of cakes and sweets were set out on the floor. Slices of cream cake and chocolate cake, as well as cupcakes could be seen on platters scattered around, and various bowls were filled with chewy caramels, lollipops, jawbreakers, chocolate bars and other bits of assorted sweets. Several opened bags of potato crisps were leaning against the bowls of candy. There were even a few cones of cotton candy lying on the floor - which judging by their appearance had begun to melt slightly and were about to turn into sugary puddles on the floor.
Amongst all the food and sweets, sat Pinkie Pie in a position that looked rather awkward for a pony. She was sitting on her rump, her hind legs spread wide, leaning backwards while propping herself up with her front hooves, a look of great pleasure on her face. In front of her, was Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash’s fur was stained with cream and chocolate frosting, and she had a half-sucked lollipop stuck to her flank, but she was still easily recognizable by her blue coat a nd trademark rainbow-colored mane. Her muzzle was buried deeply between Pinkie Pie’s haunches, making sloppy munching noises. A squeal of delight escaped Pinkie Pie’s mouth, as Rainbow Dash apparently hit a particularly sensitive spot.
The two mares were too engrossed in their pleasures to notice the purple dragon watching them from the doorway.
“Hey guys!” Spike shouted into the room.
Pinkie Pie instantly turned towards him, a wide smile on her face as she realized who it was. Rainbow Dash raised her head from between Pinkie’s legs and looked at him, her muzzle and face covered in what appeared to be cream, resembling a clown. At first she had a look of mild surprise on her face, but it quickly turned into a smile as she saw him.
“Heya, Spike!” she said enthusiastically.
“Oh, you’re finally here!” said Pinkie Pie, bursting with excitement and happiness. “Dashie here couldn’t wait, so we started without you! Sorry!” She made a sheepish face at him.
“Hey, it was you that couldn’t wait!” said Rainbow Dash, giving Pinkie an annoyed glare.
“It was?” Pinkie wondered for a moment. “Oh, right! Silly me!”
Spike was struggling to keep a straight face, as he stared at Rainbow Dash’s face. Her muzzle was coated in a thin layer of white cream, presumably originating from a cake, making her face resemble a clown’s makeup, and to top it off, there was a pointy puff of cream hanging off her chin in the shape of a funny-looking beard.
“Um... Rainbow Dash, you’ve got... uh... something on your face...” he said, as his voice broke due to the inevitable fit of laughter coming up.
Rainbow Dash made a funny face for a moment, as she tried to look down at her own muzzle, and then stuck her tongue out and licked the cream off her face.
“So... what’s this all about anyway?” Spike asked, having finally regained his composure enough to speak again.
“Do you even need to ask?” Rainbow Dash wondered.
Pinkie Pie ignored her. “Oh, you see, the Cakes brought back all these leftovers from a party hosting job, and since they couldn’t sell them, I asked if I could have them, and they said yes, so I figured we could have a little private party!” As she finished her sentence, she drew a deep breath, before absent-mindedly picking up a bag of crisps, tossing a hoof-full of its contents into her mouth and starting to chew noisily.
She dropped the bag of crisps again, and got back on all fours. “What are you waiting for, Spike?” she said. “Get over here, and Pinkie’s gonna make you feel good!” she added, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
Spike didn’t hesitate, and couldn’t help but smile at Pinkie’s wacky ideas as he stepped into the kitchen.
“Lie down over there!” Pinkie said, indicating the spot where she had previously been sitting with her hoof.
Ignoring the large splotch of cake cream that now stained the floor, Spike threw himself down on his back. It wasn’t as though he was going to get through this without needing a bath afterwards anyway. He could feel the layer of warm cream and Pinkie’s pussy juices against his back, being squeezed out from under him as he laid down.
“Like this?” he asked.
Pinkie Pie smiled down at him. “Perfect!”
Pushing her muzzle into his crotch, she gave his magic spot a lick. Pleasure started to spread throughout Spike’s body as her tongue slid against his scales, and he could feel his member starting to grow.
“Ooh...” said Pinkie Pie, staring in fascination as his dragonhood pushed its way out its hiding place. Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on her face, as she had her big round eyes fixed eagerly on his dragon parts. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen them before.
Finally snapping out of her fascination, she went back in with her muzzle, and started teasing it with her tongue, smearing it with crumbs from potato crisps she had just eaten, and watching as it rapidly grew into a massive erection in response to her tongue-work.
Spike was almost lost in the sensation of Pinkie Pie’s tongue pleasuring him, when something blue suddenly entered his vision, and he found himself staring up at Rainbow Dash’s firm athletic rump. She was already dripping wet with arousal, and lifted her tail up to give him full access to her facilities.
After wiggling it playfully over his face for a while, letting drops of her arousal drip onto his face, she finally sat down on her hind legs, pressing down with her tight blue mound, and causing her lips to part around his tiny dragon snout.
Spike immediately slid his long forked tongue into her wet slit, and causing her to moan with pleasure as he began to twirl it around, caressing her hot wet inner walls. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, as he felt another wet pony tongue joining Pinkie’s on the task of pleasuring his now raging erection.
For several minutes, the two mares contiued to work his cock with their warm wet tongues, while he munched on Rainbow Dash’s mound, probing her hole with his tongue and nibbling on her clit. As she started pushing her crotch even harder into his face, and letting out occasional gasps of pleasure, he could sense that she was getting close to an orgasm. Pushing one of his claws in between them, he began to rub her clit furiously while redoubling his licks, in an effort to set her off.
Finally, with a loud gasp, she came, clenching down on his tongue and gushing a torrent of warm wet marecum into his face. He proceeded to lick and suck up the warm wet sauce splashing onto his face, as she rode his snout, gasping and twitching, squeezing his face with her flanks as she came. Despite Spike’s valiant efforts to gobble up all of her emissions, some of them sprayed out around his face, dribbling down his sides and mixing with the cake frosting underneath him to form a creamy puddle.
After a while, she relaxed her muscles, and lowered her head panting. As things calmed down once more, he realized that Pinkie Pie’s tongue had stopped its teasing. Rainbow Dash finally lifted her ass off Spike’s face again, and she stepped up next to Pinkie Pie, who was looking down at Spike.
“Looks like he’s ready, Pinks!” said Rainbow Dash, grinning and looking over at Pinkie Pie.
“He certainly does, Dashie!” replied Pinkie Pie, returning the look.
“Hey, don’t talk about me as if I’m not here!” said Spike, mildly annoyed, although he was too aroused to really hold a grudge against the two sexy mares in front of him.
Grinning widely, Rainbow Dash grabbed an icing tube from the kitchen counter. It appeared to be filled up with something - most likely cream, judging by a small layer of white residue covering the tip.
Spike watched them with great curiousity, as they no longer seemed to be paying him any attention. He raised an eyebrow as Pinkie turned her back towards Rainbow Dash and lifted her tail high in the air, turning her head around to smile at the pony behind her. He raised the other, as Rainbow Dash placed the tip of the icing tube against Pinkie’s butthole and gave it a push, causing it to slide inside. The pink pony gave a low shudder of delight, as Rainbow Dash began to squeeze the tube, emptying its contents inside her. As the tube emptied out, Dash gave it a tug, pulling it back out with a wet pop, letting a small blob of white cream ooze out before the pink sphincter closed down again, stopping the flow.
“That should do it.” said Rainbow Dash, tossing the empty tube over her back.
“Do what?” Spike asked, still resting in the puddle of cream and marecum.
The two mares ignored him, giggling amongst themselves. Finally, they turned back to Spike.
“Are you ready, Spike?” said Pinkie Pie, as she came towards him again, giving him a sexy look.
Spike grinned widely. “You bet I am!”
He laid still as Pinkie Pie moved over him, straddling him with her plot turned towards him. He could still see the blob of white cream, which had begun to slide down towards her pussy, leaving a thin trail of white in its wake. She lifted her front hooves off the floor, and stood up on two legs, so that her plot was pointing down towards Spike’s still raging boner, and began to slowly lower herself down on him, reaching down with one of her front hooves to try to guide his cock into the correct hole. After trying and failing a few times, Rainbow Dash came over to her side, chuckling at the pink pony as she grunted with mild annoyance, swishing her poofy pink tail back and forth in Spike’s face while trying to get hold of his member.
“Come on, help me out here, Dashie!” Pinkie Pie said.
Rainbow Dash placed her hooves on Spike’s dick and held it up straight. “Try now.” she suggested.
Pinkie Pie lowered herself down once more, as Rainbow Dash continued to hold Spike’s to prevent it from sliding away from the opening. Spike could feel Pinkie’s tight poophole pressing against the tip of his dick, slick with cream, sweat and stray pussy juices from her little pre-Spike session with Rainbow Dash. As she relaxed her leg muscles, letting the weight of her body push her down, Spike could feel the tight hole slowly beginning to part, before finally the tip of his cock slid in and was greeted by the sensation of the warm soft cream filling enveloping it as it entered.
Letting out what sounded like something in between a gasp and a moan, the pink pony dropped herself down, letting the full weight of her body push her all the way onto Spike’s bulging rod, and knocking the breath out of him momentarily as her rump smacked against his balls. She then leaned slightly backwards, placing her front hooves on the floor, squashing her tail between her back and Spike’s face, and began to slowly move herself up and down on Spike’s shaft. The sensation of her tight cream-filled asshole squeezing his dick was incredible, and intense pleasure spread through his body as she began to slide it up and down around his shaft.
“Hey, Dash, toss me some of that cake!” Pinkie shouted, as she regained her composure.
“Sure!” Dash replied, grabbing a slice of cake off a plate and tossing it towards Pinkie, who raised a hoof just in time to block the incoming treat before it splattered onto her chest, raised it to her muzzle and began munching it down sloppily, letting crumbs and frosting slide down her chest and disappear between her legs.
“Catch!” came another shout from Rainbow Dash, and Spike looked over towards, closing his eyes just in time as a slice of cake collided with his face, and splattering all over him. He instinctively pushed himself up on one of his arms and brushed it away with the other, feeling it slide down his chest and giving off a pathetic squishy noise as it was crushed under Pinkie’s weight.
“Oops, sorry!” said Rainbow Dash, grinning apologetically at him.
Great. Now I look like a clown too. he thought. It was quickly forgotten, however, as new waves of pleasure overcame him with Pinkie’s continued humping of his cock. She had finished the cake - at least the parts of it that weren’t now smeared down her front, or part of the soppy mush of cake crumbs and bodily fluids that littered Spike’s crotch and the surrounding floor - and picked up another bag of potato crisps, chowing down hooffull after hooffull of crisps, only pausing to let out occassional moans and gasps of pleasure.
“Hey, take it easy on the crisps, Pinkie.” said Rainbow Dash. “Those things’ll give you the trots.” she added.
Pinkie Pie turned her head, staring at Rainbow Dash with her big round eyes. “Mmf?” she said through a mouthful of half-chewed crisps, spraying wet crumbs in Rainbow Dash’s general direction.
“Never mind.” said Rainbow Dash.
Wanting a piece of the action herself, Rainbow Dash got in front of Pinkie Pie and placed a hoof on her lower belly. In response, Pinkie Pie’s face lit up with eagerness, and she leaned back to give the pegasus better access to her facilities, squashing her poofy pink tail between her back and Spike, and causing it to collect the remaining cake residue off his face.
Rainbow Dash sat down on her hind legs, spat on her right front hoof, and rubbed it between her pussy lips, lubricating it with her own natural lubricant. Once it was nice and slippery, she placed it against Pinkie’s dripping wet slit, and began to push, slowly edging it into the waiting pussy, and eliciting a shudder of pleasure from the pink mare.
Finally, after some pushing and twisting, she was able to get her entire hoof inside. She knew she would, of course. It wasn’t like it was the first time they had done this. Except for Spike joining them, that is. As she gently pushed her hoof further into her pink friend, she imagined the sensation of a rough hoof entering her and stretching her wide open, grinding against her inner walls. A warm tingly feeling of pleasure filled her at the thought, encouraging her to push even harder. A gasp of mixed pleasure and pain escaped Pinkie’s muzzle through a mouthfull of crisps, as the rough blue hoof penetrated her deeper with a gentle, yet firm thrust.
“You gonna eat all those?” asked Rainbow Dash, looking at the half-empty bag of crisps next to Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie didn’t answer. There wouldn’t have been any point, as she still had her mouth full of crisps. Instead, she grabbed a hooffull of crisps from the bag and shoved it into Rainbow Dash’s open mouth.
Spike was having the time of his life. He couldn’t really see anything much through Pinkie’s bushy tail, which now rested against his tail. Pinkie’s characteristic strawberry smell filled his nostrils with every breath he drew through the pink hairs, combining with the various other pleasant odors that now filled the bakery kitchen - cream, chocolate and marelube. He could hear the sound of Pinkie’s haunches slapping wetly against his crotch, which was now filled with a gooey mush consisting of soggy potato crisps, cake crumbs, cream, sweat and pony pussy juices. He could feel the pressure of Rainbow Dash’s hoof thrusting in and out of Pinkie’s lovehole all the way through her butt, and it was driving him wild with pleasure.
Rainbow Dash’s breath was becoming quick and heavy from arousal, as she continued hoofing her pink friend, rapidly increasing the pace. She grabbed a delicious-looking lollipop from a nearby candy bowl, shoved it in her mouth and began to suck on it. Pinkie was moaning loudly with each of her thrusts, her eyes rolled back in her head, beads of sweat forming on the fur in her face, and her tongue lolling out of her open mouth, from which partially-chewed bits of a chocolate muffin she had just started on were escaping to join the party in Spike’s crotch. Anticipating that her friend was close to cumming, Rainbow Dash put her other front hoof between her flanks and began to rub furiously at her dripping cunt, causing waves of pleasure to spread through her body as she imagined herself being hoofed roughly.
Spike could feel Pinkie quivering with pleasure, and her movements becoming increasingly erratic as she rode him. He was on the verge of cumming, when Pinkie’s body spasmed, and she gave a loud gasp as she started to orgasm. Another gasp escaped her as her stomach gave a loud rumble and she began to let out a resounding fart, spraying Spike’s crotch with even more cream from inside her. The sensation of Pinkie’s creamy sphincter vibrating tightly around his cock pushed Spike over the edge, and with a loud grunt he began to shoot streams of gooey dragon sperm into her still-farting asshole. An even more intense smell of strawberries filled the air.
“See, I told you to go easy on the crisps!” said Rainbow Dash, giggling as she continued hoofing the spasming, farting pink mare, bursts of marecum gushing out around her hoof with each thrust.
As Pinkie came down from her orgasm, she relaxed her muscles, letting herself fall backwards, resting on top of Spike.
Spike didn’t complain. Even if she was a bit heavy, her warm body pressing against him as she breathed heavily felt quite pleasant. He could feel his member rapidly going limp inside her butt. Now he had to pee too, and this was as good a place to do it as any. He relaxed his bladder, releasing a stream of pee into Pinkie’s bowels. A sigh of pleasure escaped the warm body on top of him, as he began to fill her up.
“Hey, Pinks, mind if I borrow Spike for a bit?” asked Rainbow Dash, spitting out the lollipop so that it shattered on the floor. She was still schlicking, trying to get herself off.
“Of course!” Pinkie Pie replied, shooting upright and pulling herself off Spike’s peeing cock, causing some of the contents of her colon to leak out before she closed up again. She got back on all fours and moved off Spike.
“Time to get up again, Spike!” said Rainbow Dash, grinning lustfully at him. She positioned herself over him, and lowered her rear down over his crotch, rubbing her slick pussy lips against the underside of his now limp shaft.
“How’s about this!?” she said, grunting as she pushed, letting a few squirts of hot urine leak onto him. Spike gave a sigh of pleasure, and his cock almost instantly started growing hard again as the warm liquid flowed across his crotch, dripping onto the floor and mixing with the formerly edible substances the occupied the area.
Behind her, Pinkie’s stomach rumbled threateningly again. “Um... excuse me for just a tiny teeny moment!” she exclaimed, galloping out of the kitchen. In the distance, a door could be heard slamming shut, followed by a loud bubbly fart and a sigh of relief.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “She never learns!” she said, half to Spike and half to herself. “Those things give you indigestion if you eat too many of them at once.” “One time, she actually...” her voice trailed off, and an expression of disgust came across her face. “Never mind.” she broke off. “Where were we? Oh right.”
She placed her hooves against Spike’s once more rigid member, lifted herself a little, and guided it into her sopping wet cunt. “Aww, yeah!” she said, starting to ride his cock, twisting and grinding her clit against his shaft.
Spike was already well on his way to another orgasm, as the athletic blue pegasus rode him trying to get herself off, her eyes rolled back with pleasure, her tongue hanging out and her wings enthusiastically erect.
“Uhh! Almost there!” she said, her voice cracking as she moaned and grunted.
Finally, with a high-pitched squeak she came, her back arching, and her wings twitching erratically as her pussy contracted around Spike’s cock, drenching it in marecum while continuing to slam her hips furiously against his crotch. She let out another moan, as she released her bladder during her orgasm, squirting a stream of hot piss down Spike’s cock.
This was enough to set him off again, and despite having blown his load in Pinkie’s ass only minutes earlier, he shot several streaks of sticky white stuff into Rainbow Dash’s pissing cunt, as the sweet scent of fresh urine and cake frosting rose up around him.
“Did I miss anything?” Pinkie Pie wondered cheerfully, having just returned to the kitchen without anypony noticing.
Neither Spike, nor Rainbow Dash were in any condition to reply at the moment, and all she got was a few strained grunts and moans over the sound of liquid spraying forcefully against dragon scales and flowing onto the floor, forming a messy pool around them. As their orgasms subsided, Rainbow Dash rolled off Spike, into the puddle next to him, and lay there panting, ignoring the warm mixture of her own piss and various formerly edible substances soaking her coat. A few blobs of dragon seed oozed out of her, dripping into the mess.
“Man, that was awesome!” she said exhaustedly.
Several minutes passed. Spike and Rainbow Dash were beginning to regain their stamina, and Pinkie Pie was enthusiastically digging into yet another bag of potato crisps. She produced a bottle of soda from the refridgerator, drained half the bottle in one go, and let out a long burp.
“Pinkie Pie! Not again...” Rainbow Dash said with a tone of resignation, rolling her eyes at her gluttonous pink friend. Having regained her breath somewhat, she flipped back onto her hooves and shook herself, spraying her surroundings with cake crumbs and urine.
She swiped the bottle from Pinkie Pie and downed most of it, before letting out a sigh of delight as the drink refreshed her. Pinkie smiled at her. Spike raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I was thirsty! Sex is exhausting!” she shouted defensively, feeling an explanation was needed. She then put the bottle back to her mouth to finish off the rest.
“So... you guys ready for round two?” Pinkie Pie asked cheerfully.
Rainbow Dash exploded, the remainder of the soda shooting out of her nostrils. Her eyes turned red, and she broke into a fit of coughing and heaving for breath. “Are you serious!?” she asked hoarsely.
“Cotton candy?” she asked, holding out a partially melted cone of cotton candy she had grabbed off the floor.
“Pinkie Pie, you are so random!” Rainbow Dash said, rolling her eyes, but smiling at the same time. She took it and bit off a mouthful, leaving a pink beard of cotton candy around her muzzle. “Mmm. Fhif if good.” she mumbled, chewing on the sweet poofy goodness in her mouth.
“Want some, Spike?” she asked, and without waiting for him to answer, tossed him the cone.
“Thanks.” said Spike, getting into a sitting position and taking a bite of the sugary substance.
A few minutes later, they had finished off the cotton candy, and Pinkie had tossed Spike a bottle of soda to flush down the cotting candy with. While he appreciated the gesture, he could have done without the tossing, as it had shaken the bottle enough that it burst into a fountain of bubbly foam when he opened it, and he was now not only covered in pony urine and cake, but also in soda. His scales were beginning to feel severely sticky, and while he had enjoyed himself, he was looking forward to washing himself off when it was all over.
“Ready to go again, Spike?” Pinkie asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. If you can get me up again, that is.” he replied, grinning.
“I’d pee on ya again, but I’m all out at the moment. Takes a while for the soda to pass through.” said Rainbow Dash. “How about you, Pinks?”
“I can go a little, I think.” said Pinkie Pie. She trotted over to Spike, positioning herself over him, and smiling down at him. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating as she fired a squirt of warm yellow piss.
Spike could feel the arousal spreading through his body once more, as the warm liquid splashed onto his belly, running down around his balls. Between Pinkie Pie’s legs, he could see Rainbow Dash coming up to him and giving his limp member a playful prod with her hoof. Pinkie Pie grunted as another squirt of pee came out, and Rainbow Dash was quick to rub her hoof in it, letting her fur pick up as much of it as possible before bringing her hooves around Spike’s penis and rubbing it roughly with her warm, freshly urine-soaked fetlocks.
Spike let slip a moan, and felt his rod beginning to harden rapidly again between her hooves. To top it off, she gave him a long sloppy lick, starting at his balls, and dragging her wet pony tongue all the way up to the tip of his penis, leaving a trail of slippery saliva dripping down his shaft.
“Looks like we’re good to go again!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed enthusiastically.
Pinkie Pie opened her eyes again and relaxed. “Great!” She bounced off Spike and disappeared behind Rainbow Dash.
“You should go on Spike this time!” her voice sounded from behind the blue pegasus mare.
“Awesome!” said Rainbow Dash, then gave a yelp as Pinkie Pie grabbed her urine-soaked tail between her teeth and pulled it up. “Uh, what are you doing back there?” She tried to turn around, but the pink earth pony was too quick for her, and she let out another gasp as something pointy was shoved into her asshole, and she felt a moist foamy substance starting to fill her up.
“Just lubing you up!” Pinkie replied.
“Is that cream?” Rainbow asked.
“Yes indeedie!” Pinkie replied. “I want you to let Spike fuck your ass, as I’ve got a nice little treat for the two of us!” she added, bobbing her eyebrows at her friend.
Spike was okay with this. After all, it wasn’t everyday he got to fuck a tight athletic pegasus in the asshole.
“Okay...” said Rainbow Dash, sounding slightly nervous. “I’ve never taken one of those up there before though...”
“Sure you have! Did you forget about that time with the cucumber?” Pinkie Pie reminded her.
“That’s not the same!” yelled the blue pegasus, rolling her eyes again. “And it kinda hurt, ‘cus you forgot to put lubricant on it!”
“Well, it was almost as big as Spike’s thingy!” said Pinkie. “Just not quite as... scaly.” she added thoughtfully.
She pulled the now empty icing tube out of Rainbow Dash’s ass and tossed it aside. “There you go!” she said.
Rainbow Dash positioned herself over Spike’s member, and with some help from Pinkie, managed to lower herself onto it. She let out a gasp of surprise, and peed herself a little, as his tip slid into her, stretching her tight little butthole wide open.
Spike could feel her opening gripping his shaft tightly as she slowly lowered herself onto him, until she had taken in his full length. She felt even tighter than even Pinkie Pie, and her firm muscular haunches felt amazing as they pressed against his crotch. Her cold urine-soaked tail swished back and forth, brushing wetly against his face and filling his nostrils with a pungent smell of slightly-less-fresh urine that reminded him of public restrooms. Her wings were spread out wide with excitement, she began to flap them lightly, lifting her up slightly before letting herself slide all the way back down onto his shaft, her plot slapping wetly against his nutsack with each thrust.
Pinkie Pie thrust her muzzle in between Rainbow’s haunches, softly nuzzling her moist blue mound, before plunging her tongue in, parting her lips and probing her depths, scooping out the remnants of Spike’s jizz and gobbling it up hungrily. “Mmm! Juicy!” she exclaimed happily.
Rainbow Dash moaned loudly at the sensation of Pinkie’s tongue caressing her insides. Suddenly, she felt Pinkie’s tongue pull back out. “Hey! Don’t stop!” she shouted, disappointment in her voice.
“Be right back!” Pinkie shouted back. She had trotted over to a cupboard, and was rummaging around inside for something. A moment later, she pulled her head back out, and produced a large bumpy brown object, holding it up for Rainbow Dash to see. “Ta daa!” she cheered.
“What’s that?” Rainbow Dash wondered.
“It’s a huge nutty chocolate bar with a delicious crispy core!” said Pinkie Pie excitedly. “I made it myself!”
She returned to her spot in front of Rainbow Dash. “Have a lick! But don’t bite!” She inserted one end of the gigantic chocolate bar in her own mouth, and pushed the other up to Rainbow Dash, who opened her mouth and took in the other end, sucking at it.
“Mmm!” said Rainbow Dash, her eyes widening with delight as she tasted it.
Pinkie proceeded to shove it all the way in, until their muzzles met, and stuck her big wet tongue out under the chocolate bar, pushing it into Rainbow Dash’s mouth as the two mares embraced in a messy chocolate-y kiss, brown chocolate drool dripping onto Rainbow’s chest as they sloppily made out. The pink pony’s aggressive move forced Rainbow Dash to lean backwards against Spike’s body, her hind legs sticking out in front.
After a while, Pinkie broke off the kiss, and pulled the now wet and slippery chocolate bar back out, causing long sticky slivers of brown drool to dribble down their faces.
A mischivous smile on her face, Pinkie Pie placed one end of the moist nutty chocolate bar against Rainbow Dash’s mound, sliding it in with a firm push, and causing the pegasus to moan loudly as it penetrated her. She then proceeded to lie down in front of her friend, placing her left hind leg under Rainbow’s left leg, her right one between her right leg and wing. Ignoring the messy puddle on the floor drenching her poofy pink mane, she slid herself closer to the pegasus, guided the other end of the chocolate bar into her own vagina, and pushed herself all the way onto it so that her crotch touched Rainbow’s, now drenched with chocolate-colored marelube.
Spike couldn’t see clearly what was going on, as he was being held firmly against the floor by Rainbow Dash’s body. He hadn’t been able to see very well before, but now all he could see was one of Pinkie’s hind legs kicking the air in front of him. Rainbow Dash had stopped her wing flapping, and was instead grinding her crotch back and forth, massaging his balls. He could feel another orgasm building up inside him, but hoped he could manage to hold it off until Rainbow Dash came at least.
The two mares were moaning and breathing heavily, grinding their crotches together, as a brown gooey substance dribbled out from between them, staining the floor below. The chocolate bar was beginning to dissolve, causing fragments of nuts to come loose inside, rubbing against their insides, further amplifying their pleasure as they their pussies slid back and forth around it.
Letting out a squeal of delight, Rainbow Dash came again, her marehood beginning to convulse around the thick chocolate bar, and gushing a load of brownish marecum onto Pinkie’s crotch. The sight and sound of her blue friend climaxing quickly brought Pinkie Pie over the edge, and she too came with great force, returning the favor.
As Spike felt Rainbow’s tight butthole clenching his dick as she orgasmed, he let go and gasped as another intense orgasm washed through his body, and he shot several more loads of jizz into the firm athletic pegasus ass.
As chocolate bar started to break apart, both mares released their bladders almost simultaneously, spewing out streams of brown chocolate piss, nuts and soggy bits of the crispy filling of the chocolate, and causing a large brown steaming puddle to form around them.
The sensation of the two mares’ warm piss flowing onto his crotch further reinforced Spike’s orgasm as he continued to fill up Rainbow Dash with his hot dragon semen. When he finally started to come down, and felt himself starting to go limp, he gave a push and released his bladder, filling up the blue pegasus’ firm butt with warm piss.
Exhausted, Pinkie let herself fall backwards, resting on her back. Curious, she dipped her hoof in the brown goo on the floor and licked it. “Mmm. Salty chocolate!” she said cheerfully, but without much energy. Her eyelids began to feel heavier as she lay there, staring at the kitchen ceiling.
Spike felt exhausted as well, and as long as Rainbow Dash sat on top of him, he could hardly move an inch anyway. As silence filled the room, he felt himself becoming sleepier. He dozed off.
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A sudden sound of something clattering to the floor startled them out of their light sleep.
Pinkie Pie sat bolt upright, and a slight gasp escaped her when she turned to see where the sound came from.
Spike gave Rainbow Dash’s wing a push to get it out of the way, and a felt his heart skip a beat when he saw what Pinkie was looking at.
In the kitchen doorway stood the owners of Sugarcube Corner, and Pinkie’s landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, their mouths open, taking in the scene before them.
The entire room stank like a public urinal, and the floor around them looked as though somepony had shat nutty liquid diarrhea all over the floor.
“Um... I can explain!” Pinkie said, grinning sheepishly.
