One Dragon, One Princess, One Pot...
Spike sits up in bed in order to get some better lighting for his comic book. It was pretty early in the morning and most of the light in Twilight's bedroom was coming from the small lamp sitting on the bedside table. He was doing his best not to make noise or move around too much to avoid waking up the cute purple princess sleeping next to him.
Just yesterday Spike got back from the dragon lands after being gone there for about a week. He had received a letter from Ember asking him to visit so he could assist her with some diplomatic issues she was having. The dragoness was still having some problems taking the 'pony approach' to diplomacy. He didn't mind much though, it was one of the few times that he had gotten to see her lately and he had been able to give her quite a few pointers which she seemed to appreciate.
When he got back, Twilight had practically pounced on him at the castle doors, clearly having missed him a lot more than he had been expecting. She practically dragged him back to her bedroom where they spent a good majority of the night. Looking over at Twilight again, he thinks back to last night, and the many activities they had gotten up to.
Many ponies found their intimate relationship pretty strange, though it usually had something to do with his small size. Despite his relatively small stature, he was already over eighteen, at least in pony years anyway. Twilight had been only about 6 years old when she hatched him and with her now 25, they were both considered full-fledged adults.
His lack of physical growth was mostly down to his lack of a hoard to fuel his innate dragon greed. It kept him from growing to the much larger size he would normally be by now. Funnily enough, he was actually older than most of the other dragons he met in the dragon lands, Ember and Garble included. Still, he didn't really mind that much, Twilight liked him at his current size anyway.
'Still, some wings would be pretty cool to have...'
"Mmm? Ngh." Twilight murmurs, wincing away from a ray of sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window and getting in her eyes.
'Ugh, what time is it anyway?'
Reaching up with her front hooves she does her best to rub some of the tiredness out of her eyes, blinking a few times before her room comes into focus. Looking around, memories of the previous night suddenly rush back to her as her brain wakes up.
'Wow...we were up pretty late weren't we?'
Stretching, she feels a slightly damp and sticky feeling still remaining between her legs, evidence of her and Spike's rather messy activities. Turning over, she finds the little dragon absent, likely having gotten up an hour or two ago. Looking up above her bathroom door, she finds the mounted clock on the wall.
'8:59? Wait, isn't that only one-minute before-'
*Brring! Brring! Brri-Click!*
'-my alarm goes off...how does that happen so much?'
Yawning, she sluggishly gets up from the bed, standing up, her back legs feeling a bit wobbly. Doing her best to shake off the slight soreness she feels, she makes her way towards her bathroom. She needed a shower, her hair was a complete mess and she still smelled of sex and dried dragon cum.
'If I know Spike, he'll probably have something ready for breakfast by the time I get out. Hopefully, it will be something with lots of sugar to help wake me up the rest of the way.'
While she was used to staying up for long periods of time, usually her studying wasn't anywhere near as physically taxing.
Compared to the rest of the crystal castle, her bathroom was pretty simple, only equipped with the bare essentials. A walk-in glass shower, a small marble sink with a mirror cabinet, and a run of the mill porcelain toilet. A few of the others bathrooms in the castle were a bit fancier looking but she didn't care for much anyway. If anything she had been avoiding the castle's toilets for the past couple days.
Since Spike had been left, for whatever reason, every toilet in the entire castle had been on the fritz. Every time she flushed one they would either back up horribly, overflowing and flooding the bathroom or just do nothing at all. She tried plunging, a wide assortment of magical spells, and even resorted to hiring an actual plumber to see what he could figure out, which was absolutely nothing at all.
On the bright side, she had gained a new fascination for the workings of the castle. Something that beforehand she hadn't even considered. There didn't even appear to be any kind of plumbing system running to or from the structure, meaning it had to be magical. Most of her experiments, along with her initial discovery of the problem, had taken place inside one of the guest room bathrooms, which she has since sealed way until a solution could be found. While not exactly put off by it, she didn't need the smell of an overflowing toilet filling the castle in case a guest came to visit.
Though that wouldn't be much of a problem. It should be just her and Spike in the castle for the next few days since Starlight was traveling around Equestria with Trixie on one of her magic show tours.
Using her magic, she turns the knob of the shower, beginning the flow of water. Thankfully, only the toilets were malfunctioning while sinks, showers, and every other water based application in the castle all functioned perfectly.
As she toys with the temperature of the shower water, searching for a perfect level of warmth, she turns and looks over her shoulder at herself in the mirror. Most of her coat from the area beneath the dock of her tail and all the way down her legs is matted and messy. Both her marehood and ponut were slightly gaped, paired with a slight ace.
'Spike may be short but he sure has a lot of stamina.'
Once she is able to find a comfortable temperature, she steps into the shower.
"Ahhh." Twilight sighs happily, enjoying the feeling of the warm water cascading down her body, soaking into her coat and flattening her mane and tail.
She simply stands beneath the refreshing artificial rain, feeling as if she could easily fall asleep right then and there should she allow herself. Using her magic she grabs some soap and shampoo from a shelf on the wall of the shower and gets to work.
Putting on a pair of flower-pattern oven mitts, Spike removes another tray from the oven, intensifying the sweet smell that was already filling the kitchen. He had been up for almost an hour, having stealthily sneaked out of bed without disturbing Twilight. After chilling out for a little bit he had started making breakfast. If he knew Twilight, she would already be up by now. She usually took long showers, especially after their fun nights so he had a pretty good idea of when she would be popping up. Regardless of whether she intends to or not, she had a natural habit of being right on time.
He shuts the oven door and carries a tray of perfectly baked cinnamon rolls, up, towards the dining room. From there the smell would carry throughout the entire castle, so Twilight would know right where to find it. Cinnamon rolls were always one of Twilight's favorite breakfast foods, but definitely not her number one favorite.
First place had been permanently reserved for the pancakes Celestia made for her when she was little. While he prided himself as a pretty good cook, he was nowhere near as amazing as Celestia was. He didn't let that bother him though, she did have at least a few thousand years worth of experience over him anyway.
Turning back the knob, Twilight shuts off the shower water, the flow becoming a drip from the showerhead. With her magic, she grabs a towel from a rack and begins drying herself off.
As she does so she happens to take notice that the glass walls of the shower have been thoroughly fogged up by condensation. With a sly grin, she turns around and plants her plot firmly up against the glass. The cool condensation sends a tingling through her body from contact with her sensitive bits. After a few moments, even wiggling slightly, she removes her flank from the glass and is amused to find an almost perfect imprint of her butt cheeks as well as her marehood and puffy ponut.
'No wonder he likes that hole so much...'
After finishing the rest of her morning routine, Twilight finally emerges from the bathroom and immediately catches a whiff of cinnamon.
'That's my little dragon~!'
Leaving her bedroom, Twilight follows the sweet smell but has a pretty solid idea of where to be looking.
Spike has just finished grabbing his share of rolls from the big plate when Twilight appears through the door.
"Mornin Twilight!" He greets, waving at her.
"Good morning Spike, thanks for making breakfast this morning," She says, walking around the table and sitting down in the seat next to him.
As they begin eating, grabbing some of the smaller plates for each of them, Twilight occasionally adjusts herself in her seat, as if uncomfortable for some reason.
"You alright Twilight?" Spike asks, concerned.
"Hm? Oh, yea I'm fine, just a little bit sore from last night I suppose." She says, her cheeks tinting slightly red at the thought.
"Ah, well anyway, whats up with that one guest room down the hall? I was passing it earlier and the door had been boarded up and it looked like some kind of crime scene."
"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you. Since you have been gone, something really weird has been going on with the toilets in the castle."
"Weird? In what way?"
"Well, none of them seem to want to flush right, and it caused a really big mess when I discovered it."
"Wow, you must have dropped quite the load huh, Twilight? Must have been if you had to seal off the entire room. I bet it felt pretty nice."
"I-its not because of me!" She stammers, flustered and blushing. "I only had to do that because of a few experiments I tried involving magic to fix it. It didn't end well, I think I had to take 5 showers just to get fully clean."
"Well, did you figure anything out though?" He asks, deciding to stop teasing her. As fun as it was, he was genuinely curious about the toilet situation. He used them too after all.
"Unfortunately, no. It's so weird too, nothing ever even happened to cause it in the first place."
As the pair finish eating breakfast, they both sit back in their chairs, Spike patting his full stomach.
"Wait...how did you use the bathroom then?" He asks.
"I-i um, I'm using a spell for that." She says, sounding embarrassed.
"What kind of spell?"
With a flick, she ignites her horn, and before long, an object begins to manifest on the table in front of them. Once fully materialized, it is revealed to be some kind of large pot.
"I made up a spell that makes it...follow me around so I can just go wherever I am." She explains
"That sounds pretty convenient, I'm sure you've been having fun with it." He teases, much to her continued adorable flustering.
A couple hours later the two can be found relaxing in the library of the castle, relaxing and reading together. Twilight was lying sideways in one of her favorite reading chairs to the left of Spike. She was in one of her strange, but apparently comfortable, reading positions. He wasnt exactly complaining though, from his angle he had almost perfect view under her tail.
Twilight would occasionally look up from her book and catch him staring but didn't make any moves to stop him. If anything she seemed to enjoy it, adjusting herself so he could have an even better view.
*Grumble*
Spike massages his stomach as his body signals to him that he needs to use the bathroom.
*Pwwwft*
"Ahh~" Twilight sighs as, at the same time, a warm gassy fart squeezes from her puckering hole.
'She needs to go too...Heh, I think I have an idea.'
"Hey, Twilight?" He says.
"Yes, Spike?" She asks.
Do you think I could try out that pot spell of yours? I think I have something to contribute to it if you don't mind."
"Um, Y-yea, sure." She says, blushing.
It doesn't take her long to re-cast the spell, the pot materializing on the floor.
"I-i can move it behind something if you-"
"Nah, its fine, I'll just go there." He interrupts, climbing down from his chair and walking over to the magical pot.
Twilight seemed like she is going to object but she never does, clearly secretly wanting to watch, just as Spike had planned.
Turning around, he hops up onto the pot, which due to its size, he was able to sit right on the edge. It must have been part of the spell, but it felt just like he was sitting on a toilet seat. With a quick glance back, he sees Twilight firmly focused on him. From her view in her seat, she would be able to see everything. Lifting his tail from the pot, he reveals his own little hole to her and starts grunting as he pushes.
*Pwwfrrftp*
Slowly, but surely he feels his anus begin to widen, a brown log squeezing its way through. Glancing behind him, he sees one of Twilight's hooves begin to drift downwards, and between her legs. As the turd passes through, a slit begins to open in his scales, allowing a narrow tip of his cock to peek out.
As he pushes, he is finally able to get past the widest section of the log, allowing the rest of it to quickly and smoothly slide out of him, landing with a resounding *Splorpt*. He gasps as he lets go of the breath he had been holding, his cock, covered in small bumps and bulged at the base, fully erect. Behind him, he hears the *poof* of Twilight's wings extending outwards instantly.
Looking down into the pot, Spike sees his load resting at the bottom, yet the smell does not seem to carry from the bowl. After some shuffling, Twilight gets up from her chair and walks over, blushing as transparent fluid drips from between her back legs.
"Going next?" He asks.
Without a word, Twilight turns around, lifting her tail to reveal her winking marehood and quivering ponut. As she slowly lowers herself down onto the edge of the pot, Spike begins to stroke himself, excited to watch the show.
*Pwwwfrprt*
A boisterous wet fart rips from her hole as she sits, not even having to push very hard as it begins to expand, the head of her long turd peeking through. With a familiar crackling sound it begins slithering from her ever-widening ponut, the rim of which is now a dirty brown. Twilight moans from the feeling, her hoof still pressed firmly against her soaked marehood.
As her log extends, it bends down into the pot, but suddenly stops as a wide section of the turd meets with her anus ring. She grunts, pushing at the giant log, but only succeeds in causing the log already hanging down to break off and fall into the pot, leaving the other half sticking out from her ponut.
Seeing her struggle, Spike has an idea, an idea that makes his shaft throb in his grip. Pulling himself up, onto the other edge of the pot, he aligns his cock, a dollop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, with her rear entrance, and the stubborn peeking out.
Feeling her rear cheeks being grabbed Twilight turns around just in time to see Spike thrust forwards, spearing into her filthy ponut, causing her to tilt her head back and moan loudly. He wastes no time, pulling out and thrusting again, repeating the motion as she pounds her ponut hard. Panting, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, Twilight picks up the pace with her stroking, her clit winking hard, making ripples of pure pleasure.
She feels Spike grab the root of her tail, using it as leverage as he continues pounding her, his cock no doubt coated with her brown mess. Just the thought of what he was doing nearly sends her over the edge, her horn sending sparks into the air.
As he continues to plowing her hole, chunks of mashed poop squish and squeeze past his shaft, dropping down into the chamber pot below. Suddenly Twilight feels him grip her tail with both hands and pull himself back, almost fulling pulling out. Then, with a vengeance, he slams back into her, the swollen bulge at the base of his cock, being forced inside. With a final grunt, he cums, spurting rope after rope of his hot dragon cum inside of her, coating everything in a layer of white.
He collapses onto her rear, breathing heavily as both of them pant. Twilight feels as the last few ropes of his cum shoot from him. She is quickly approaching her climax, picking up her stroking motions when she feels a brand new sensation.
'Is he cumming again already?'
Peering quickly down between her legs her eyes widen as she sees streams of brownish-yellow liquid running down her back legs.
'He's peeing inside of me'
She cums almost instantly, her legs shaking, and eyes rolling up as she bathes in pure unfiltered ecstasy, the feeling of his forceful stream impacting the inside of her rectum finally finishing her off.
Sighing with relief, Spike falls back, his cock, no longer quite as swollen popping free as he collapses in a tired heap on the floor. From her gaping hole, all that remained of her poop quickly slides out of her with a large of amounts of Spike's cum and urine following it down into the chamber pot.
"Uh~" She moans, her bowels now completely empty.
"Hey, Spike?" She asks, still panting.
"Yea?" He responds.
"We have to do this again sometime."
"Absolutely, yes."