Pipsqueak watches Silver Spoon and her students with some amusement, as he bobs his muzzle up and down Spike's cock. Spike runs his claws through Pip's mane, making him shiver with pleasure. He tears his eyes away from the teacher-student-trio and looks up at Spike. The dragon isn't looking at him; he's focused on Twist, sandwiched between him and Scootaloo. He's kissing the curly-maned mare softly, wary of his own teeth, as Scootaloo nips at her neck and circles a hoof over her nethers.
Pipsqueak closes his eyes, concentrating on the blowjob. Spike's cock is pink, shorter than a pony's, with a tapered end. Scootaloo must have been grinding on him earlier; Pip can taste her juices on Spike's shaft. It tastes of flesh and salt, though it feels incredibly hot, like pressing his tongue to a cup of fresh coffee. Draconic musk fills his nostrils, a smoky, masculine scent with a hint of cordite.
He twists his mouth from side to side, jaws loose and throat relaxed as he takes the cock deep into his mouth. An errant hip-twitch makes him gag and forces him back up, but he soon pushes back down, determined to take Spike even slightly into his throat. Spike rewards his efforts by moaning into Twist's mouth and grabbing Pipsqueak's mane hard, the pain sending a jolt of lust through the pony's body.
Pipsqueak takes the cock as deep in his mouth as he can, then pulls upwards slowly, sucking in hard, his tongue working madly across the shaft. His mouth pulls off Spike's dick with a wet *pop*. Spike looks down at him from the corner of his eye.
"Have I earned a dragon ride yet, Spike?" asks Pipsqueak, a thin trail of saliva connecting him to Spike's member.
Spike breaks his kiss with Twist, who turns to make out with Scootaloo. He pulls away the pillow propping up his neck, and clumsily searches the blankets and toys around him until he finds what he's looking for. A small bottle of grapeseed oil. He pops the top and drizzles a thick coat over his shaft, massaging it in with his claw. He lies back and beckons Pipsqueak to approach.
Pipsqueak turns and swings a leg over the dragon, sitting down on his lap, facing away. Spike's cock is flush against his own navel, sandwiched between Pipsqueak's fillyish buttocks. Pipsqueak tenses his flanks, squeezing his butt around Spike's cock, sliding up and down the shaft and coating it with lube. His short-cropped tail flags from side to side, tickling the soft scales on Spike's belly.
Spike grabs Pipsqueak's flanks and squeezes hard, almost breaking the skin, enough to make Pip bite his lip and hiss from pain. Pip doesn't care. His cheeks burn with heat, and his own cock is twitchingly hard and bobbing between his haunches. He lifts his hips, a twinge of lust coursing through him as he hears Spike's thick cock slap back down on his body, and looks over his shoulder at Spike.
Spike lines up the tip of his cock with Pip's ass, and gives him a nod. Slowly, haltingly, Pipsqueak drops his hips and lets the fiery-hot cock penetrate him. He pauses and fidgets as he lowers himself, gasping from the little stabs of pain that come the initial entrance. Spike softly strokes Pip's flank and gives his cutie-mark a squeeze but lets him take his time.
Pipsqueak relaxes with a slow, measured sigh as his butt presses against Spike's hips. Spike's cock is sheathed to the hilt inside his ass. The heat is incredible, warming his entire core. He can feel every twitch and throb of the draconic dick inside him, hot and hard against his prostate. It stretches his anus almost painfully, a wonderfully slick burning where Spike claimed him. Sharp claws dig into his cocktail shaker cutie-mark, and he lets out a blubbering, feminine wail. He turns ever so slightly so Spike can see him blushing hard and biting his lip.
"That," blurts Pipsqueak. He clears his throat, swallows, and continues, "That feels really - bloody good." Another pause. "You can fuck me now, Spike," he says, his normal tenor returning, "If you fancy."
Spike wraps powerful claws around Pipsqueak's hips, pulling him down as he thrusts up. His cock goes a half-inch deeper into Pipsqueak and a shudder runs through both of them. Pipsqueak rocks forward, lifting his hips, squeezing Spike's shaft tight as he slides up it. When only the tip is inside him he drops down again, still slowly but now smoothly, welcoming Spike inside him.
The moment his butt touches Spike's hips he pushes up again, slickly moving along Spike's cock. He starts to fuck him with slow, steady strokes, his anal ring clenching tightly around Spike's cock. Spike wraps a claw around Pip's tail and tugs it gently, getting a depraved whine from his lover.
Pipsqueak leans back, propping his front legs behind him on Spike's stomach, pushing his pinto chest out. Spike's cock is completely inside him and grinding against his prostate, sending a decadent throb through his own shaft.
"Spike, could you, mmff-" Pipsqueak clenches his flanks unconsciously, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Spike, "-could you grab my forelegs? Leverage is a bit, unf, tricky from here."
Spike wraps his hands around Pip's upper front-legs. "That cool?"
Pipsqueak turns his head to smile at Spike, blushing hotly. "'S the ticket..."
With some strain Pipsqueak pushes up with his hindlegs and starts to screw himself on Spike's cock again. His movements are shorter and faster than before, trying to line the tip up with his prostate on every single stroke. He hears Spike snickering and feels him fidget underneath him. Glancing back, Pip realises his tail is twitching uncontrollably, swishing back and forth over Spike's stomach, tickling the dragon. Pip's own cock throbs again from the humiliation. He can't control his own tail, like a mindless animal in rutting season.
The heat of Spike's length inside him is soon matched by the powerful burning in his thighs as he pushes himself up and down onto the dragon. Pip slows down and then comes to rest with his ass flush against the base of Spike's cock. He flicks his head to get his sweaty mane out of his eyes, breathing hard.
Spike gives his flank a squeeze. "You okay there? You want me to take over?"
"Mmnh, that'd be lovely..."
Spike rolls his hips downward pulling out ever so slightly, then thrusts straight back up, hard enough to make Pip bounce on his lap. Pipsqueak squeals and lets out the most fillyish, sultry moan he can muster. He is cut off as a pair of orange lips press against his own. Scootaloo breaks the kiss and pulls away, smirking at her boyfriend.
"You're as bad as Sweets, you know that?" She glances over at Sweetie Belle, who is belting out a high-pitched flurry of profanity as Chowder and a strap-on clad Ruby Pinch double-penetrate her.
"Oh please, have you *hnahh* heard yourself in bed?"
She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Nah, I ain't. You know what? We should totally get Featherweight to record that shit."
Pip spares a glance at Featherweight. He's on his back, with Silver Spoon sat on his face. Silver Spoon is laid across his body, holding his cock in her hooves. She's whispering instructions to Dinky as the unicorn gently sucks Featherweight's cock.
"He looks kinda busy; I'd ask later," grunts Spike.
"Are you hungry, Spike?" asks Twist. The sultry edge to her nasal, dorky voice puts a huge grin on Spike's face.
"Hey, I could eat."
Twist straddles Spike's muzzle, her frizzly tail tickling his forehead. All the drake can see are a pair of pert, boyish buttocks. He dives in and starts lapping at Twist's syrupy slit, eliciting squeaky moans from the cream colored mare. She falls forward slightly and nuzzles the back of Pip's neck, kissing him and muffling her moans with his coat.
Pip loses balance, his forelegs slipping off Spike's belly. Twist wraps her forelegs around him from behind and leans forward, supporting each other in a deviant equilateral triangle above Spike. Scootaloo eyes Pipsqueak's strainingly-hard cock, which juts out towards her, bobbing comically.
"Want some help with that, loverboy?" asks Scootaloo.
Pipsqueak bites his lip and nods. "Please," he pants.
Scootaloo fetches a can of preening foam. She brings her wings in front of her and squirts the foam onto her extended primaries. The foam quickly seeps into her feathers as she rubs her two wingtips together, giving them an oily sheen. A scent of soap and coconut hits her nostrils. She pushes her left wing out, touching Pip's cheekbone with her furthest feather. She trails the feather down his jawline, all the way to his chin, then flicks it up and teases it over his lips. He kisses the orange feather ever so gently.
"You like my wings, don'tcha babe?"
Pip moans as Spike circles his hips, making the dragon's cock feel massive inside him. "Your wings are, *hhn*, they're fucking gorgeous..."
"You'd like it if I rubbed my wings all over your cock, wouldn't ya?"
"Oh fucking yesss!"
"You wanna come all over my face and neck from a wingjob while Spike wrecks your ass with that fat dragon dick, huh?"
"Mmff!" Pip cannot reply, as Twist has turn his head and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.
Scootaloo clasps the primaries of both wings around Pipsqueak's cock, the feathers perfectly molding around his shaft. She can feel the warmth of his prick as it spreads through the preening oil and into the skin of her wings. With practiced effort, she moves her wings up and down, sliding her silky, impossibly soft wings along his cock. Pipsqueak moans even louder into his kiss with Twist.
The four settle into a comfortable, decadent rhythm. Pipsqueak grinds his soft butt into Spike's hips as the drake thrusts up into him, Twist stifles her moans by nipping at Pip's shoulders, neck and ears, Pip turns and cranes to nip her back on the cheeks or chomp at her delicious, frizzy mane, and Scootaloo continues to stroke her coltfriend's cock with her wings, almost laughing at the wonderful scene playing out in front of her. She alternates her wingstrokes, sliding one down the shaft to caress Pip's balls as the other runs up the length to tease the very tip.
A tiny bead of precum pools on the head of Pip's cock. Scootaloo dabs it off with a feather and brings that feather to Pipsqueak's lips. He gladly receives the gift, sucking the feather clean before clamping his teeth over it and giving a little tug, just to feel the shudder run through Scootaloo's body. Scootaloo's pupils dilate and eyes go half lidded, and as she brings her wing back down to Pip's cock, she trails an orange hoof down between her haunches. Pipsqueak grins at the sight before turning to kiss Twist again, sharing the hint of salt on his lips with her.
Pipsqueak is insensible from lust, barely able to to speak. His entire coat is damp. Sweat drips from his mane and runs down his face and neck. His mind is a cocktail of pain and pleasure; the downy-soft wings running along his shaft matched by the burning and stretching in his ass. The heat and girth of Spike's cock is like a mouthful of perfectly spicy food: not delicious despite the pain, but more delicious because of it. At the top Twist ravishes him with nips and nuzzles. She bites his ear and blows on it. She suckles on his neck, gently raking her teeth through the coat. And when Spike licks her just so she chomps down on Pipsqueak's shoulder, hard enough to bruise, almost enough to draw blood.
Twist leans forward and rests her chin on Pip's shoulder, a blissful expression on her face from Spike's oral ministrations. "You know, Pipsqueak's pretty quiet when he's doing it," she says to Scootaloo, "I figured he'd be saying a bunch of dirty Trottingham stuff."
Scootaloo perks up. "Oh, you wanna see that?" she asks, never stopping her expert wingjob, "yeah, you gotta start him off first. Check this out."
She lunges forward and kisses Pipsqueak, hungry and forceful. "Pip," she says, "Tell me what Spike is doing to you."
"He's — he's fucking me."
"He's not fucking you, babe, I fuck you. Tell me what Spike is doing."
Pipsqueak's mind is a candyfloss haze, but he grins dopishly when he realises what Scoots wants from him. "He's buggering my arse," he blurts out. "He's using me like a fucking rentboy."
"Tell me what his big dick feels like inside you," says Scootaloo, a dark gleam in her eyes. She moves her wings up and down faster, squeezing the soft feathers as hard as she dares around his shaft, feeling every little bump and vein and pulse through her feather muscles.
"Spike, your dick feels so fucking good," moans Pip. He feels Spike's thrusts become jerkier and harder, pushing him closer to the edge, and can feel Twist's breathing quicken too. "It's so hot and so thick and I want him to fill me with spunk," Pip pushes up with his hindlegs to giving Spike more room to thrust, then continues his filth, "Fuck me, Spike, shag me 'til I can't see straight, use me as your shirt-lifter slag while you eat out Twist's cunt!"
Twist is the first to climax, shutting Pipsqueak up with a needy kiss, clamping her thighs around Spike's head as she humps his draconic muzzle and rides out her orgasm. Spike grabs Pipsqueak's flanks and finishes with a muffled yell, spilling his seed into Pipsqueak’s guts. It feels hot inside Pip, so hot, painfully hot like the first mouthful of coffee in the morning but oh so good all the same. Pipsqueak clenches tight around Spike, and not a single drop of cum escapes.
Pip comes next after a powerful wingstroke from Scootaloo. Five jets of jizz spray out one after the other, the first two leaving white streaks over Scootaloo’s chest and neck, then draping thick ropes of sperm over her muzzle, cheeks and mane. She’s barely aware of it, too busy concentrating on the hoof between her legs. With a low, broken moan she climaxes and falls forward, resting her head on Pipsqueak’s belly.
The quartet fall to the side, flopping down together in a panting, blissed-out heap.