Spicy had two reasons he agreed to this. The first and most important was that Thunderbolt had genuinely wanted to try something different, and Spicy was determined to make it something positive. The second had been because he wanted to. Giving his shaft one more dollop of lube, Spicy lined himself up and leaned forward.
Arching his spine, Thunderbolt had nothing to distract him from the feel of Spicy's shaft pushing into him. The feel of the broad flare parting his entrance was startling in how it sent tremors of pleasure up and down his body, but there was just more and more and more of it until, thinking Spicy was all the way in, Thunderbolt felt Spicy's medial ring. "More!" He was only halfway!
Not having heard a better word all day, Spicy reached around Thunderbolt's hips and hugged the dragon's rump. The position was partly for leverage, and partly so he could wrap one hand each around Thunderbolt's shafts.
The feel of Spicy's hips connecting with his rump was a surprise to Thunderbolt. His brain was so assaulted by sensation from his two penises that he almost didn't notice how good it was to have Spicy's equine member inside him. Spicy wasn't as big as Thunderbolt had thought—not around. Length wise, however, was where Thunderbolt found himself enamored with the sensation.
Pulling his hips back, Spicy began to stroke Thunderbolt as he buggered him. There was something thrilling for Spicy, that he was the first guy in the world to screw a dragon, but he didn't want to let it go to his head. The first and most important thing he wanted out of this was that Thunderbolt have as much fun as he was having, and given the happy sounds the dragon was making, Spicy was managing that.
Thunderbolt couldn't believe how intimate the situation was. He'd thought that simply letting Spicy shove his penis in would amount to a little soreness and a very happy Spicy, but this was so much more and there was nothing simple about it. This wasn't even fucking, to Thunderbolt's mind, but fucking was certainly involved.
Sex was a connection, Thunderbolt realized. With Rainbow Dash the connection was one of trust and filling out roles. With Tree Hugger it was trust and relaxation. Spicy Hot had made this an act of trust and connection. Trust, he realized, was the key thing that all the sex he enjoyed had going for it. He could see how much trust Spicy had invested when they'd been on the couch, and now he returned it. Thunderbolt hoped Spicy valued it being honored as much as he did.
"I'm getting close." Spicy's hips cycled slowly, a pace he kept with his hands too. The girth of Thunderbolt's shafts meant he didn't get his fingers all the way around them, but the dragon didn't seem to mind. "What about you?"
Opening his mouth, Thunderbolt was surprised when words didn't come out. He just couldn't think far enough to get beyond a deep, rumbling purr. The sound embodied everything he felt, but he needed to let Spicy know how he felt. Turning his head, Thunderbolt looked back to see a focused Spicy behind him. All he could do was nod, though the purring wouldn't stop.
Sitting on the couch watching, Tree Hugger didn't dare move a muscle. She'd promised the two she would only watch, and that was costing her sanity. Her hand—more than once—drifted to her belly and only stopped from reaching down further by a force of will. Instead, she lifted the roach that Thunderbolt had passed her when they started and sucked the life out of it.
Normally a doggy-style position wouldn't give anything but a profile of someone's face, but Spicy marveled at how flexible Thunderbolt's neck was as he stretched and turned to look back at him. Each stroke of his hands or thrust of his hips caused Thunderbolt's eyes widen a little, but the rumbling purr reassured Spicy that this was as pleasing for the dragon as it was for him.
Thunderbolt didn't know what to expect next. One moment he was rising to his peak and the next he was riding the plateau just on the edge of male orgasm. Every muscle in his body wanted to contract and squeeze, and something inside him seemed to come alive with activity that bordered on a lightning storm.
Despite the tight squeeze he was putting on Spicy's shaft, Thunderbolt still felt the stallion pull and push it into him. It wasn't until both his hands stroked next, however, that the rush of Thunderbolt's climax hit him. Opening his mouth, Thunderbolt let out a deafening roar as his body exploded in pleasure.
Magic fire seemed to burn away the last vestiges of Thunderbolt's canine attributes as his body hosed the floor with his seed. Smoke billowed from his nostrils, and a moment later he felt a hot, wet rush deep inside him. It took almost three of the hot blasts to his colon before Thunderbolt realized it was Spicy's climax. Never before had the dragon felt another male express his primal need to reproduce with him. Each time Spicy ejaculated, however, his shaft jolted and connected with Thunderbolt's prostate. Though his own climax should have been winding down, Thunderbolt was driven past the edges of anything he'd felt before by the repeated stimulation.
Feeling magic change him more, Spicy Hot leaned a little further over Thunderbolt's back and shoved with each jolt of his climax. Magic and sex combined with lust to drive him—and he hoped Thunderbolt—into an experience neither would soon forget.
Tree Hugger bit her lower lip as both the males surged with magic and virility. She wanted to get off so much it almost hurt, but she'd made a promise. She watched as powerful fuzzy hips connected with scaly ones in slower and more languid thrusts, then finally stopped completely as Spicy collapsed onto Thunderbolt's back.
Panting and purring at the same time, Thunderbolt folded his limbs and dropped to his belly on the floor. He didn't care about the mess he'd just collapsed into, he didn't care about much at all right at that point except for recovering and not hurting Spicy.
Spicy Hot, too, decided it was time to relax and ponder the situation. His snout was much more pronounced and he could feel his wings were even larger than before, but none of it mattered until later. Right now he couldn't stop running his hands over Thunderbolt's back, slowly stroking and working his nails over the scales.
Some little voice in Spicy's head told him to look a little closer. Staring, he finally made the connection that his hands were down to just three fingers with dark, hoof-hard nails. "Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit—"
Moving as soon as she noticed the freakout-in-progress, Tree had to get in close and violate her promise, but she judged it was for the right reason. "Spicy Hot, like, look at me, dude." When he didn't lift his head from staring at his changed limbs, Tree cleared her throat. "Look at me!" She figured she'd pay karma back on this later. "Breathe. Relax. Feel all the tension flow out of you with each exhale."
Never having done meditation while balls deep in a dragon before made this another first for Spicy Hot. He stared into Tree Hugger's eyes and let her voice guide him. He'd changed more than even Rainbow Dash had, and it scared him, but every exhale pushed a little more of that fear away and let him—slowly—relax.
Thunderbolt watched as Tree guided Spicy down from his blind panic. His own changes felt good—he felt complete. Clutching a little tighter around Spicy's shaft, Thunderbolt noticed Spicy's eyes turn to him. "Hey."
The word was like coming up for air. The meditation had bought Spicy the time he needed for his brain to adjust to what had happened. "H-Hey. Sorry about freaking out."
"Got you covered, righteous dude." Tree walked around to Thunderbolt's head with the little white joint and held it out to him. "Light one up for a sister?"
Spicy watched what seemed like a ritual. Thunderbolt blew a tiny flame of sparkling fire onto the joint and Tree took the first puff. She walked over to Spicy and held out her hand to him. While not normally one to partake, Spicy could appreciate having his nerves calmed. Opening his mouth, the butt settled between his lips and he took a slow, deep breath.
The smoke and fire seemed to flare up with the magic inside Spicy. He blinked his eyes a few times before slowly letting the breath out. "Thanks."
"You're, like, good now?" Tree took her own puff on the joint and felt the most intense rush yet. As she slowly exhaled, she looked at Thunderbolt and picked out the changes in him. "Good sex leads to magic."
"Yeah. There's a bit of a difference between knowing you'll eventually turn into a pony, and experiencing it." Spicy rubbed one of his hands down to the scales where Thunderbolt's tail joined with his body. "You want me out, big guy?"
Thunderbolt tried to reply, but Spicy shifted a little and it made the shaft still inside him move. After purring a little more he eventually managed to say, "Actually, I like you in." There was no shame in stating something that was true in Thunderbolt's mind. He really liked having Spicy inside him.
Shifting his hips again—and hearing the answering purr from Thunderbolt again—Spicy just nodded and settled again. "Cuddling is fine by me." The heat of Thunderbolt's body was intense to Spicy, just touching his scales was warmer than a human's body, but being inside him was like nothing else he'd ever felt (except perhaps the one time in high school when someone had smeared hot-rub in his gym shorts). "Can I have another hit?"
"So are you finally going to tell us how it went?" Rainbow Dash took another bite of the burrito and glared at Spicy while she chewed. A whole night and a day and he hadn't told her any of the juicy details about his and Thunderbolt's time together. It had obviously been somewhat epic—Spicy looked more pony than ever, and Thunderbolt looked completely dragon—but she needed to hear all the juicy details.
"That's, like, why we got everyone together." Tree Hugger looked around the room. Rarity and Sonata sat together as did Braeburn, Spicy, and Rainbow. Twilight and Marble tried to sit as close as possible without touching. Tree sat on the floor and leaned back against Thunderbolt's bulk. "Because we're all karmically bonded."
Thunderbolt didn't care to hide his approval and purred. He wasn't even aware dragons purred before he became one, but it felt natural to do when he was pleased and comfortable. He'd had to crouch down to get into the living room of Spicy's house, but once inside he'd found a spare bit of floor and claimed it.
"I can understand the rest of you, with a bit of imagination, but why me?" Twilight felt tiny in the presence of Thunderbolt. The dragon was so much bigger than her, but at the same time he seemed fairly calm and relaxed. Ultimately, she had to fight herself not to ask him for samples.
Rainbow looked at Marble and smiled, then looked to Twilight. "Like Tree said, we're all karma bonded, or maybe a better way of saying it is that were all kinda involved."
Twilight turned and looked at Marble, then back at Rainbow. "Huh. Okay, so what does that make us all?"
"Complicated, which is wrong." Spicy Hot stood up and turned to look at everyone in turn. "Things are changing, as I got a dose of first hoof—" he waited for a few nervous laughs, "—and though I know most of us are super open and totally amazing about it, I see friends here who aren't doing so great."
"We've got Twilight covered, darling. Sonata and I—" Rarity said.
"Rarity, if you don't mind, those dates might be a good way to boost confidence, but Twilight needs something real." Spicy turned to look at Twilight. "What do you want, Twilight?"
"M-Me?" Twilight hadn't felt this nervous since she'd first started at Crystal Prep High. "I-I want to, I guess, do stuff. I want to try things out. See what fits me."
Rainbow cut in, "So what's first?"