> A Summer Night in Zanzebra
>  by Marik_Azemus
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> Friday Afternoon
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Friday Afternoon

“...and that was the second time I grew to full size and decimated a landmark.”

The harmonic sound of sudden, spitting laughter from the two mares in front of me made my smile grow even larger across my beak. Their guffawing was far from elegant. Moonlight had been in mid-chug of a mojito, and she ended up spitting it airborne. Siva snorted on her mai tai and nearly ended up sneezing it from her snout.

“Well, at least I can still get the mares laughing.”

Smiling, I tipped my drink back and guzzled down what was left of it. Had to admit, Moonlight knew how to make a drink drier than the desert yet taste so good as well. An interesting mix of gin and some bitter tropical fruit that made me screw my lips together at the taste. Not in a bad way, but more to enjoy the flavor.

“I must say, Spike,” Siva said, finally done laughing, “your tales I truly do like. This town of yours seems very intriguing.”

I flashed them my award winning sharp toothed grin. “Well, Ponyville can be a hectic type of place sometimes, but overall it’s a pretty sweet home.” I looked around myself, taking in the settings before me. Crystal clear lake in front, with a sun just beginning to dip into the ocean’s horizon, causing the water to take on a fiery appearance. I could hear the ocean in the distance, beating against the sandy shores of the beach in a constant rhythm. And, of course, there were the two stunningly beautiful mares before me.

Well, I should clarify. They weren’t technically ponies. Then again, I suppose they weren’t zebras either. And I don’t want to use the word ‘zonies.’ Not entirely sure how it flies in Zanzebra, but I didn’t want to drop it and make a fool of myself. I, Spike, am many things, but I am not an accidental racist.

That being said, I wouldn’t mind seeing more zebra-ponies swaying their hips about. Particularly Siva. I couldn’t stop looking at her as she took her seat on a nearby rock, stretching out her strong legs for all they were worth. She was rocking a tribal blouse over her matching red bikini and short skirt.

As for Moonlight, while she didn’t radiate that hot, fiery temperance Savi did so well, she had her own charm as well. She had a colder dure that made her more interesting to me. Not to mention she certainly had an attractive figure of her own. Grayish-blue coat with navy colored stripes that traveled down her arms and thighs and a few other locations I’d like to get more introduced to. Her eyes always seemed to be covered by her bangs, but I think that just added to the whole ‘mystery’ appeal she put forth. Not to mention she looked damn good in her animal fur sash.

Moonlight wrapped one of her bangs in her finger, shooting me a sly grin. “So, Spike, we’ve known you for days now, but Siva and I have never thought to ask, what brings you to our little paradise? Was the burden of home too great for you?”

“Oh, well, you know. Stress, work, nagging.” I tapped a claw to my chin. “Plus, I guess I just needed a break from being a butler to a princess of Equestria. So, here I am.”

“Come now. That can’t be all there is to the story,” Moonlight implored. She fluttered her long lashes at me, really adding charm to her statement.

Well, with convincing like that, I had to tell her something. “There is some other parts of it…” I shrugged, scratching the back of my head. “But I don’t want to bore you gals with the details of my boring country village life.”

“Oh Spike, you’re anything but boring,” Siva chuckled. She did her own run at the routine Moonlight was pulling, though her’s consisted of running a finger down the length of her leg up to the curve of her hip, tugging slightly at her beach skirt. “But really now, what brought you to Zanzebra of all places instead of some other tropical destination?”

“Tales of feminine beauty so great it would blind a lesser male," I joked, the duo joining me in my laugh. Their voices were like honey to my ears. They spoke with the same accent as Zecora, only more subdued, so I could actually understand what they were saying more than fifty percent of the time. Their laughter as well ringed nicely with me. After we shared a good chuckle, I continued. “I guess what really brought me here was Zecora’s suggestion.”

“Oh, Zecora, is it?” Moonlight asked, her smile growing with a more devious side to it. She crossed her arms, further pronouncing the suggestive cleavage of her breasts. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that was the first thing I noticed about her. Seeing a rack like that on a sunny day with only a strapless bra covering it was… an irresistible sight to see. Holding a finger under her lips seductively, Moonlight said, “I remember seeing her with you from before. Do you two have a history together?”

“You could say that,” I replied, smiling just as wide as her.

“What about a more sensational history?” Siva suggested. She shot Moonlight a quick glance, some piece of information passing between the pair. I wished I knew what they said with their eyes, but by the growing grins on their faces, it was likely something good.

“You could also say that,” I said, leaving off with a bit of an ambiguous point. Set the bait, lead the fish, and you’ll hook them up sooner than later.

“Ooh. Is it something naughty?” Siva asked, leaning her body forward from her seat. While her blouse hid much of her breasts from view, it was tight even to give their curve just enough definition to catch my attention.

“Well… a gentledrake doesn’t kiss and tell, does he?” I said, crossing my legs and getting into a thinking pose. By the second, it became more and more tempting to tell the tale, but I still had to lead up to it. “Hard to believe a few days ago, I wasn’t looking forward to this trip. I spent most of the boat ride reading old Power Ponies comics in my cabin.”

Siva raised her hand. “Skip One Last Hour, it is most horrendous. Quite lackluster in art style, too.”

Apparently they got comic books all the way out here. “Noted. Anyway, Zecora dragged me out of the cabin when the island came into view. Not to say I didn’t enjoy taking a good look, but I was still a stick in the mud. Zecora said to me,” I put on a really bad imitation of her accent, “‘Our journey is nearly done. I know you and I will have much fun.’ I turned to her and asked, ‘What fun could we possibly have?’ And then she gave me this sultry look...”
> Thursday Morning
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Thursday Morning

I swear she called out my name, making that one of the very few things she's ever said without rhyming. Evidently I'm just that good. Or at least better than oranges. I thrusted up into her while she matched my motions. I was squeezing her very ample and strong ass by her glyph marks and helping her rise and fall on my dick. Her fingers scratched my scales as I did so.

“Agh… Fffff… Z-Zecora…”

She slammed down on me. I was balls deep in her tropical snatch. She gyrated her large hips, squeezing me tight. She ran her hands all over my chest and let out a deep moan. “I know your drakehood deserves my caress. With my jungle flower, I shall ease your stress.”

“Jungle flower… That’s a good name for your vaaaahaaagh…”

I grunted while holding back a chuckle at the same time. Though I quickly brought my thoughts back to the task at hand. That task being her rumptious booty that I was enjoying to all my ability to squeeze and fondle while she rode me as hard as she could. While her own strength made the pounding of my cock inside her pussy a testing experience, I joined in whenever I could. Though she seemed intent to finish me off with or without my help. Not that I minded. The view of her jugs bouncing with each thrust worked nicely with the view of the ocean beyond the balcony. Two spectacular sights in one!

“Spike, oh, Spike…” she called out, head turned to the cloudless sky, “your powerful cock makes this mare’s world rock… Fuck me until I’ve collapsed of shock!”

“You got it!” I replied, both my hands a bit too busy to give her a thumbs up. I was gripping her delectable ass cheeks. I bent my legs, pushing her forward and causing her to fall against me. Her breasts acted as cushions to her collision. She reached up to my head and held me still as she kissed me.

Her lips were just like the rest of her: hot, wet and exotic. So full and open, they surrounded my own in their carass. Then, before I knew it, her tongue was entering my mouth. Zecora certainly wasn’t the slow one, that’s for sure. Already her tongue was wrestling with my own. Our dedication to our tongue play didn’t interrupt our thrusting hips, though.

The tribal mare broke the kiss. “You are a lover I’d ride all day.” She got back up into her sitting position. I figured we’d keep going like this, which I was okay with, because I freakin’ love being ridden, but then Zecora decided to lift herself off of me, setting my dick loose from her dark lower lips. “But I wish to try this another way.” She swung one of her large legs over me, turning herself around. Tilting my head, I could see she was massaging herself. Horny girl… I thought this was her idea. “Take me, Spike, for another run. Do not stop until you’ve come…”

Hey, not like I needed anymore temptation than she was providing. Getting up from my seat, I rested one hand on her leg to give her extra support. Then with my other I grabbed her ass, squeezing so hard I felt her reactively clench underneath.

“They make ‘em all as smokin’ hot and erotic as you on this island, Zeck?”

I chuckled at my own joke just as I fitted my dick’s head back into Zecora’s nethers. Now this position definitely had some benefits to it. Tighter, with a nice view of Zecora’s luscious ass as well. I just hoped her flexibility could keep up with my thrusts.

Finally managing to squeeze my entire length back into her, I appreciated the warmth of her snatch on my shaft. Then came the moment I was looking forward most of all. The first pull back, about midlength, slow and steady, just to ram it back into her with no restraint.

I felt Zecora grab my legs as she leaned forward, arching her back. I stopped thrusting as she slid back and forth along my length, milking me like a cow. While she did that, she answered my question about the denizens of the island. "Yes, oh yes, their looks are pure treasure. Gorgeous mares and colts in equal measure. Affairs with many, I can picture you having..."

I decided to steal her rhyme. "But for now, your ass is the one I want to be slamming."

Spurred on by my humor (I assumed), Zecora doubled her efforts on my cock. Like before, I didn’t even have to move a muscle to get waves of ecstasy fueled pleasure to wrap itself around my dick to travel up my spine and beat against my skull with each thrust of her hips. But I’d be damned if I let her have all the fun.

Using both hands now, I held her ass in a dual grip that squeezed her cheeks to double the tightness on my length sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. I was literally putting my back into each thrust. The wet slap of my balls against her cunt only drove me harder to pound her pussy into oblivion. Instead of the usual witty line from Zecora’s lips, only blissful moans of pleasure escaped her. I joined in with a grunt and groan every now and a then, but during the entire experience the only sound that filled the balcony was the smack of our bits going to work, full force.

Feeling a familiar tremble starting from my groin and spreading to the rest of my body, I knew that my limit was coming soon. Though I didn’t let that overtake me. Zecora wasn’t finished yet, and it’d be awfully rude of me as her guest to leave her unsatisfied.
 
“Gonna lose it,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Zecora took a glance behind at me, the white stripes of her face now a dark red blush. “Then by all means lose it, if you must. Cum inside me with one fell thrust!”

“B-but you haven’t—Aaah...” I hissed in a breath, feeling my legs tremble.

“We have all day, my little pet. It matters little if I haven’t cum yet.” Zecora wiped a trail of drool that had fallen from her lips, which she licked to her best suggestiveness.

Well, can’t really argue an offer like that. Throwing all my inhibitions to the wind, I upped my thrusting to a deadset gallop to finish. I’m normally more patient, but it had been a long time. I needed to get rid of this tension, real bad…

Just as that thought popped in my head, I felt the last of my endurance pop as well. With one final thrust I stuck my length up in her as far as it could reach. Just then, I felt it. I grew stiff as a rock. As I tensed up and let out a loud groan, the showers started.

Zecora must have felt my first pump as she slowed her assault on my cock, purring as I filled her up. The second pump was just as strong. And it just kept going! Load after load of my cum shot forth like a cannon inside Zecora’s lower lips. A stream of milky whiteness. Celestia, it had been a while. Eventually the load became too much to bear, and I started to ease out of her. My spunk continued to drain, coating her and my dick in equal measure. And it just kept coming and cumming. Jeez, this was overdoing it, even for me.

After that barrage of my seed pumped into her, I finally felt it let up. Ejecting my dick from her lower lips, a couple more spurts ejaculated off to cover her ass in my cum. It was oddly invigorating and a turn on. Like I had made a mark on her. And in her.

“Heh… yeah, sorry,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. “I haven’t… exactly let loose for a while. Kind of overdid it.”

“It has been long since I’ve climaxed, too.” As she said that, she lay back, rolling off of me to rest at my side. She had one hand on her hip and the other was fiddling with my dorsal fin. “Two months and a half. How about you?”

I raised three claws, with a pathetically frank half-smile on my beak. Especially for me, that’s pretty pathetic. “I guess that’s why I was so short on the way here. Surrounded by babes and dudes wearing nothing but beachwear and I couldn’t find anywhere private enough to masturbate.”

She found that amusing enough, laughing heartily as she traced her finger over my chest. “If ever you have a sudden bout of desire, seek me out and I will quell your fire.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” While the hot zebra babe on top of me offering free sexual intercourse was a tempting offer, and by the holy sun plot of Celestia would I take her up on it, I needed to rehydrate myself bad. After a blowout like that, I wouldn’t be surprised if I just tapped out half my water weight. I patted Zecora on the shoulder, then sat up. “I’ll be right back. Where do you keep the water bottles?”

“They are in the cooler, as a matter of fact. I beseech you, do hurry back.”

“You can count on that,” I said, making my way back into her hut. I left my button-up shirt and capris on the balcony floor. Wouldn’t be needing them anytime soon.

I entered the beach hut and strolled into the kitchen area. The place was a lot like Zecora’s hut back in the Everfree Forest, but it had far less voodoo and tribal decor, having a more tropical vibe to it. It was also a bit more modern, with an actual wooden floor in place of mud. Plus, the blessing of air conditioning was a miracle on my scales. Leave it to Zecora to make me so heated.

The cooler was out on the kitchen counter. Opening it up, I realized that, hilariously, we hadn’t unpacked anything yet. It’s all a bit fuzzy in hindsight, but I’m pretty sure Zecora and I had just dropped our bags on the floor, and then I started eating her out… Well, regardless, I bypassed all the soft drinks and grabbed a water bottle.

Enjoying the cold liquid soothing my parched throat, I emptied half the bottle before stopping for a breath. When I did, a letter on the counter caught my eye. If I remembered right, that was the one Twilight gave to Zecora that started this whole trip.

Walking over to it, I opened it up and reread what was written. I was so stressed and bitter during my initial read of it that it was all a garbled mess. Only reading it now do I realize how much I freakin’ love Twilight.

Dear Zecora,

Hopefully you will have received this letter. I wished to speak to you in person but I have been occupied with preparation for the next Summer Sun Celebration.

You mentioned to me once that you were planning a trip to Zanzebra. I myself have taken a few glances at what that place is like, and it seems like a perfect haven for relaxation. No wonder it’s so peaceful there. I mention this because I have a request.

Spike has been working himself ragged around the library. It has been years since he moved out and after moving back in, he’s trying to make up for lost time. I’m growing concerned for his mental health. If it is all well and good with you, I’d appreciate it if you would let Spike join you on your trip to Zanzebra. I’m sure the beautiful tropics, sunshine and peaceful natives will ease his stress. Contact me with your answer as soon as you can, for his sake.

-Twilight Sparkle

What a saint. Sending me off to a tropical paradise with hot babes and dudes abound. She knows just what I like. And, for that matter, so does Zecora… “Geez, I gotta get back outside,” I said to myself. I grabbed another water bottle for insurance, and half-ran back to where Zecora lay waiting for me.

There she was, still buck naked and kicking back, holding no shame in showing off just about everything and more to me. How considerate.

“So, know anyplace to get drinks around here?” I asked, holding up my bottle. “Water is fine, but I’d also like something that can lower inhibitions and intelligence quite a bit.”

She sat up. “Know a decent bar, I do, one that’d be entertaining for me and you. Flaming Sea is what it’s called. Drinks and entertainment that please all.”

“Sweetness,” I said, giving a fist pump. I do enjoy a good show, and it’s an excellent icebreaker if I wanna bring somepony home. “I wonder if Flaming Sea gets any surfer dudes?”

“All that and more is what’s in store.” Zecora then reached out her hand and beckoned to me with a single finger. She had that ‘come hither’ expression on her face. “Now, let us continue. Come make me roar.”

I crack my neck in preparation. “Can do, m’lady.”
> Thursday Afternoon
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Thursday Afternoon

Well, I now knew why the bar was given the name Flaming Sea. Already stepping inside the building my first sight was fire. An entire sea of it, actually.

Tiki torches lit up the interior instead of electrical lights. On the walls, the tables, and even surrounding the stage, their combined light gave the joint a smoky and mysterious vibe. It was probably a big fire hazard as well, but boy did it ever look stylish. All this was topped off with an open ceiling and a view of the sunset drenched ocean.

At first, walking in, I felt a little self conscious, mostly due to my outfit. After Zecora and I… finished… she forced this unique wear on me. Now I was clad in buckskin pants, a cloth wrap and leopard fur drape (Why do I get the feeling Zecora killed the leopard herself?), with no shoes or shirt to speak of, though the tribal armlet and tiki necklace were both pretty awesome. So I strode on him alongside Zecora, who was wearing a shimmering black robe, and walked among the patrons.

I was informed by Twilight that the Zanzebran natives would be totally shameless about their bodies, and I took her word for it, but just one glance at the folks of this bar… Boy, she wasn’t kidding. I felt a little less self conscious seeing that most of the zebra dudes were shirtless, and I was also very thankful, because nine out of ten of them were absolutely ripped. I could see a few athletic ones talking amongst themselves by a rack of surfboards. They all had wet hair. “I think I found the surfer dudes,” I said to Zecora.

“This is where I set you free,” she replied, swaggering away. “I’m off to find a young twink for me.”

“Get me one too while you’re at it!” I called out to her before she departed, disappearing into the crowd. “Now, what to do, what to do?” A bountiful garden of many beautiful flowers, and me, an eager young drake with just the moves to get pick a few petunias. Drinks. Always a good place to start. That was the first thing that popped in my head.

Glancing at the bar, the thought of booze immediately left my mind when I saw who was behind the counter. It was a zebra… or at least I thought she was one at first glance. She had much less stripes, with a blue hue to her body rather than black and white. Anyway, whoever she was, she had two very appealing sights in store for my eyes, with the only thing holding them up being a skimpy strapless wrap.

With an eager smile I made my way to the counter, hoping in a seat directly in front of the alluring bartender. “Hey there,” I said with a pointed finger at her. “What’s your special?”

The bartender raised a brow at me in surprise. At first I was nervous because I thought it was from my clothes, then I remembered it was probably because, well, insert joke about a dragon walking into a zebra bar here. Race usually catches ponies and zebras off guard more times than naught.

"Honey, I know one-hundred and fifty local drinks,” she said with an unusual, subtle accent. “But for a newcomer like yourself, I'd recommend a Piña Colada, Shimmering Sunset, Grapevine Divine, Screaming Starberry Orgasm, or Striped Rainbow Delight.” She listed those off quickly, almost in a bored ‘I’ve had to repeat this over twenty times today’ type of demeanor. “Which one do you want?”

“Uh, what was that starberry one?”

She smiled at me with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll just make you the Piña Colada.”

“Yeah… sounds good,” I agreed, turning my body away from the counter as she set to work making the drink. 

It was like watching an extravagantly choreographed musical number. She juggled the bottles of rum and coconut juice. She twirled them in her palms like sticks, then tossed them both up in the air. She then slammed a swirly glass on the counter, drained a shot  of coconut juice into it, then caught the bottles and threw them into the mix as well.“Spent half my life mixing alcoholic beverages, even before I was allowed to drink them," she said.

“What’s the legal drinking age here?”

“There isn’t one. It’s more of a guideline to not let a child drink until they’re sixteen. I had to wait until I turned twenty. That was a year ago.” She garnished the glass with both a pineapple wedge and a maraschino cherry. Ah, we had a risk taker here.

 I would’ve continued watching her as she mixed it up, but drums banging from the stage in the center of the room caught my attention, along with everypony else’s. More tiki torches were added to surround the stage as tonight’s entertainment seemed about ready to appear.

“Who’s the talent tonight?” I took a sip of the drink, expecting something decent, based on this colorful zebra’s story, but... “Woah!” I think I had a sweetgasm just rock through my body. I swear, the tip of my pride tingled a bit. “Aha, if they’re half as talented as you are with alcohol then I’m getting a show.”

“I never miss a night when Siva Afi performs,” said the bartender. “And neither do any of the surfer dudes.”

I glanced over to the group of wet-maned twinks. It seemed this bartender’s assumption was wrong; those pretty boys were occupied, being wooed by a certain zebra friend of mine. I wondered how many of them would be going home with her. I put my bets on three.

“Siva Afi, huh…” Even her name sounded exotic.

I hopped back in my seat as a sudden burst of flame rose from the central stage. When the blinding light faded, an absolutely incredible sight of a mare made herself known. A yellow coated, red maned and red striped mare, clad in golden bangles and a gem encrusted bikini with tassels. She was holding inflamed staves in each hand.

She swaggered the edge of the stage, each strut forward putting clear emphasis on her curvaceous hips. The gold she wore clinked and clattered together, shining in the light of the flames. The fire also put emphasis on the glittering gems of her bikini, which I noticed left enough of her fur visible for even more eye-candy enjoyment.

Then the shirtless dudes at the bottom of the stage struck up an epic drumbeat.

Starting out with a twirl of each stave in either hand, the inferno of the flames quickly formed a ring of light swirling in a hypnotizing pattern in the air. Then she began to bend and flex her arms around her body, the dual rings of fiery light following in a swirling trail. One spot it’d encase her jugs in a bright light that left the eyes nearly blind from the intensity of the cleavage and shining gems. Then with a flick of her wrists one staff flew up in the air, spinning in an arc before she caught it in midair without even a glance, already turning her back to give a generous view of her ample tush that glared in the firelight.

For what felt like hours I watched this fire enhanced performance. The sashay of the dancer’s hips were coupled with the breathtaking moves she performed with the fire staves. Spinning wildly in midair and juggled in such a nonchalant attitude, I couldn’t help but be awestruck. I mean, even with the tantalizing tease of a big chested and bootyliscious mare before me, that almost supernatural show of talent and energy alone peaked my interests.

Along with… other things.

My applause was the loudest of anypony’s when the drumbeat faded and this Siva Afi took a bow. She seemed to be basking in the attention, with her eyes as wide as glowing as the setting sun outside. She kinda reminded me of Pinkie Pie in that sense.

“Hey, shut it!” she yelled, still wearing a wide smile. That made the crowd laugh. “Who told you I was done?”

“Well, you bowed,” I snarked.

She twirled her staves once again, but something looked a little off about the flames. “Okay, it’s time for something a little slow. My sexy drummer boys, make it so.” She held the staves out in front of her, making it apparent to everyone what was wrong. “Ah, badamāśa! What is this?” Just as I thought, one of the fires had gone out. It must have been a cross breeze, or a stroke of bad luck.

“Oh, dear!” shrieked the bartender as she leaned over the counter. That was the first time she wore any expression other than a snide one. “Siva! You forgot to double-coat it again!”

Siva seemed to have heard the bartender. She turned around and but her hands on her hips, leaning down. “Well, excuuuuuse me, princess! You get up here and toss around balls of flaming death for a while.”

Seeing that the performance was going downhill in a hurry, I decided to be what I was best at being; an assistant. I spread out my wings for the first time that night and sprung into action, leaping across the semi-chaotic crowd and flapping my wings to reach the edge of the stage.

“Siva Afi! Spike, at your service,” I said with a bow, offering my hand to her. “I’ll handle this issue. I know my pyrotechnics.” 

She took notice of me, looking grateful for any sort of help she could get, but she did a double take and stepped back, nearly dropping her staves when she saw me. She held a hand to her gaping maw of a mouth. She wasn’t horrified, though, because there was a smile in there too. “Mērē ōha...” she uttered as the crowd went silent. She ran to the edge of the stage with all grace and kneeled down. She stared at me with sunset eyes. “Does your sight betray you, Siva? No, it does not… I am in the presence of ēke ajagara…”

Her staring, along with everypony elses, really started to tweak at my nerves. And then there was what she said. “A what?”

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see the bartender smiling at me. “Ajagara means dragon,” she said. “Now, are you going to help my friend or not?”

“Well, of course.” I looked at Siva and winked at her, making her drop her shock long enough to hand me her partially unlit staff. I held it up high, mustered all the heat I could muster in my chest, and gave a breath, spitting out a blast of green flame. That did the trick. “It’s not the right color, but it’ll—”

Then the unthinkable happened. Well, okay, I was thinking it, but the idea that it would actually happen never occurred to me. Siva, likely in a state of hype, dropped her other staff, yanked me by my head and kissed me full on the mouth. I let out my interrupted breath when she pulled away. “I thank you so much, Ajagara! I will repay this kindness!” She took back her newly lit instrument of performance, along with the one she dropped.

Stunningly, she did a freakin’ backflip, landing with her hands and flame in the air. The drums started up again with a slower, much more dramatic beat. Siva’s performance reflected that beat perfectly as she stretched out her legs, slowly spinning her staves and encircling herself in multicolored flame. Red and green looked good on her.

However, while all of my attention was on her, I could feel a lot of attention on me. While still keeping watch on Siva as she stood on one leg, doing rotations with insane balance, I spoke to the bartender. “You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t get many dragons around here.”

“The last time a dragon set hoof in Zanzebra was decades ago,” she said. She put on a naughty grin. “So, you’d best watch yourself. Your kind is considered incredibly exotic.”

I liked where this was going. “Like, how?”

“Well, let’s just say that in these lands, a night in bed with a dragon is said to bring a century of good fortune.”

I hoped my blush wouldn’t be noticeable against the ambience of the bar. “How about that?” It looked like I had just scored the jackpot. I was liking this tropical island more and more by the second. 

“I’m not quite sure how customs are in your land, Ajagara, but in our land of Zanzebra, we are not quite as prudish about our, how you say, sexuality.”

I’m surprised I didn’t recognize the signs earlier. The names of the drinks, the unusually revealing attires of the denizens, the sheer eroticism of Siva’s performance… “Intriguing. In that case, I wonder who wishes for a century of luck tonight?” Sure, I was laying it a bit thick, but hey, apparently I was lucky.

The bartender’s hand graced my shoulder, and I turned around to see her looking at me, eyes piercing through her heavy bangs. It’s amazing how well she put on a sultry gaze, despite doing nothing but snarking at me the entire evening. But I rather liked her for that. And I liked it even more when she answered my question. “I can fill the part.”

This was even easier than I thought it would be. This bartender zebra pony was a genuine article. She wasn’t coming on too strong, nor was she slutty or desperate sounding. I had something special between my claws. And boy was I ever feeling a bit greedy.

“Siva is what you would call my spiritual sister,” she said, “and these fire dances are everything to her. You figuratively saved her life with that impressive feat.” My cheeks burned even brighter as she reached out a dainty finger to draw across my chest. Her nail scratched my scales, slowly and tantalizingly, as they went from one end of my shoulder, across my pecs, and ended at the other, never breaking eye contact. “I have to be grateful for that.”

I had to force myself to speak again without saying gibberish. “Y-You're welcome. To both you and her, then.” All that remained was one untouched detail. “What can I call you, hon?”

“Moonlight.” She chuckled. “I know, not quite the sexy zebracean name you were expecting, but there it is. And what’s your real name again, Ajagara?”

“Spike,” I replied, pointing two fingers at her with a wink of my eye, “and I can only imagine the name of Moonlight belonging to the finest bartender I’ve ever met.”

“Well, I do think of myself as a fine bartender, so thank you, Spike the Ajagara.” In an incredibly bold act, she drew the same hands fondling my pecs up to my cheeks and leaned in to kiss me, giving me a little brush of tongue. I let out a little moan as she pulled away, with my heart still thundering hard in my chest.

This was going much smoother than I could have possibly imagined. It was like something out of a wet dream. “So, two more questions; when does your shift end, and which of our places do you think is a shorter walk?”

I probably would have gotten my answer had the final drumbeat of Siva’s performance not sounded out at that exact moment, drawing Moonlight’s attention away from me. She focused on the red and yellow beauty as she blew out her staves and leaped off the stage, doing an impressive flip before landing in our midst. “Moony!~” she squealed.

Siva pounced on Moonlight like a jungle cat, though with much less ripping apart and biting and more squeezing and giggling. Her arms were wrapped all around Moonlight’s waist, causing their breasts to squish against one another in a very nice cleavage induced view. Nuzzling her cheek against Moonlight’s, Siva asked, “How is my favorite alcohol artist doing?”

“Better, now that you’re here,” Moonlight replied, returning the nuzzle. She kept one arm around the chipper and manically grinning Siva as she turned to me. “I’d like you to properly meet your savior. His name is Spike.”

Siva immediately took my hands and shook them faster than I could reciprocate. “Thankyouthankyou! I do not know what divine being sent you to save my performance but they couldn’t have picked somepony better.” What seemed like a cute gesture turned into something a bit more when she ran her thumbs over my claws. “And I truly did mean I’d repay your kindness.” Her eyes widened. “Moonlight! How about we show him our special place?”

“I was thinking just the same thing.”

This could’ve gone one of two ways. “By ‘special place’, I assume you two mean…”

Their shared smiles and suggestive gazes answered my question well enough. 

Ring-a-ding-ding, I just hit the double whammy of a jackpot. Maybe these gals were right about the lucky part. Siva took my left hand and Moonlight got my right, and they lead me away from prying eyes, up the stairs and to the wide open exit of the bar.

“Have a look, Spike,” said Moonlight, gesturing to the sunset drenched hillside.

I was drawing a blank. “Not entirely sure what I’m supposed to be looking at…”

“There, silly lizard!” chirped Siva. She was pointing to two tall cherry blossom trees at the highest point in the hillside. How did I miss that? “That is our secret, super special place, and we are inviting you to join us there.”

By ‘super special place,’ my mind instantly went to the usual makeout point teens go to perform acts that’d be looked down upon in public. Ponyville has a fair few, most of them around Sweet Apple Acres and the less dangerous areas of the Everfree Forest. It looked like this was the tropical version. “Sweet,” I said, smiling wryly at the two. “I’d be honored to keep you two ladies company there.” I gave them both affectionate clasps on their shoulders. “I assume Moonlight will be supplying the—”

I felt a tingle on my beak, then another on my forehead. I looked up to the sky to see what in Equestria that could’ve been. And…

Dark gray storms clouds rolled in out of nowhere. I could already see lighting in the fringes of the heavy cloud cover, indicating outside ventures were a no-go in the coming storm.

Mother Nature can be a real cockblock sometimes. She saw fit to rub that in my face by letting the rain come down in an damn near instant torrent. I could hear the patrons of the bar groan in disappointment. They took the words right out of my mouth.

“Well, seems that plan is sunk,” Moonlight concluded, sighing at the recent turn for the worse weather wise.

Siva was doing an adorable pout. “What a cruel joke!”

I turned towards the pair and said, “Ladies, please, it’ll be alright. We can always reschedule for another day. I’m on vacation, after all, so I have all the time in the world.”

“You mean it?” Siva asked, instantly getting touchy feely with my chest. Got to admit, I was already digging these new dregs more and more. Especially since they’d be able to remove more quickly when pressing matters called. I made a note to wear island clothing more often.

“You better believe it,” I replied. Argh, did I ever want those hands of hers to travel to lower parts of my body. After seeing what she could do with a flaming staff, I’d just love to see what she could do with a flaming—

“So we’ll be meeting with you later then?” Moonlight asked, laying a hand on Siva’s shoulder while shooting me a sly smirk.

I nodded. “Yeah, we can meet up wherever you two want to be.”

“I’ll hold you up to that then,” Moonlight said, peeling Siva off of me. Pulling Siva by the shoulder, she said, “Come now, Siva, we’ll be leaving our Ajagara friend… for now.” She winked over her shoulder at me. “But I intend to leave our offer open tomorrow, provided the weather clears up. Isn’t that right, Spike?”

“You betcha!” I replied, flashing them a confident grin while pointing both digits at the pair. Bang-bang, two chicks in one shot. I was certainly in for a treat tomorrow.

Moonlight dragged Siva behind her, while Siva in turn waved goodbye to me. “Bye-bye, Spike! Can’t wait for our next visit!”

“You and me both, honey,” I muttered under my breath, waving goodbye to the pair. It looked like my rising libido from before wouldn’t be satisfied for the night. But luckily, I packed plenty of magazines to remedy this.

I’m always prepared.
> Thursday Night
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Thursday Night

“Zecora, I’m serious. This could be the greatest vacation I’ve ever had. This even beats snowboarding in the northern mountains with Twilight. I mean, these girls are sweet, caring, funny, interesting, and obviously incredibly erotic. They couldn’t keep their hands off of me. I’m not sure if that’s just regular social behavior on this island, but it’s pretty clear that they want me. This is just what I needed. I just wanted to say that, well, you’re amazing for brining be here. This is the best possible thing that could have ever happened to me this summer. When this rain goes away, don’t wait up.”

“I knew seducing the ponies of this island, for you, would be a breeze,” said Zecora. She looked at me, eyes full of pride and respect. But then they became occupied with other matters as she turned back to the three surfer dudes she scooped up at Flaming Sea. “But if you don’t mind, I do have some other friends to please.” 

Yes, I was aware of the surfer dudes in the room, but I was so pumped to see Moonlight and Siva that I saw no issue with walking in on Zecora giving them all blowjobs. As a guy with firsthand experience with her, I knew those dudes were in for a fine night.

“Yo, Spike, you want in on this?” asked one of the dudes as Zecora traced her tongue along his shaft.

“Thanks for the offer, dude, but I’ve only got two mares on my mind. You all have fun, though.”

“Later,” all three of the dudes said as I left the room.

I went to bed thinking only about how epic things would get the next time I saw Siva and Moonlight. And yes, that tingling sensation at the tip of my pride was back again.
> Friday Night
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Friday Night

“And I have to be honest, girls... I could hardly sleep.” I gave a suggestive raise of my brow at Siva and Moonlight. They got the hint.

While those two lovely mares had themselves a chuckle, I stood up and smoothed out my wrap and buckskin. Yeah, it was the same garb from the night before, but I’d taken such a shine to its elegance, combined with the added sexiness when accompanying a shirtless wearer, that I cleaned it up to show it off once again.

Not like I was gonna be wearing it for long.

While I stretched out my arms, I decided to get a better look at the scenery. I stepped up via a few rocks and hopped onto a grassy rise, which was adorned with just the one palm tree. It gave me a good view of Siva and Moonlight’s ‘special place’.

They certainly picked a good spot to drag in unsuspecting prey. The biggest attraction was a beautiful, crystal clear lake that reflected the sky damn near perfectly. It was like liquid glass. The only disruption of the reflective water was a small waterfall falling from the stone wall bordering most of the place. There were other palm trees decorating the joint, mostly across the patches of grass. And, of course, artistic rock formations surrounding the lake. Siva told me those were formed from years of erosion. This place was practically a living painting. But the best part of all was that this little spring was completely isolated from anypony who could walk in on Siva and Moonlight’s latest victim. 

Just the three of us, all alone, secluded in a peaceful refuge. A dream come true, really.

Siva’s voice only added to the magic. “Hey there, Ajagara! Are you going to enjoy the view or are you going to enjoy the view?” I looked down to see her flaunting herself to me. “Come on, I want to show you and Moony a new dance!”

How could I resist? Like a dog to his dish, I leaped down from the rise and rejoined the girls. “Go right ahead, sweet thing,” I replied with a smirk. Another dance from this fine mare was going to be a treat indeed.

Siva and Moonlight shared a knowing grin, with the former already preparing for her dance number. Stretching out her arms high above her head, she gave me a plentiful view of her bountiful breasts, which were still very prominant despite her blouse.

She did a sly wiggle of her hips as she swaggered into the water. Going to about midway up her calf, she stopped, turning back to us as the water gently lapped at her legs.

Raising her arms up high again, she went into her dance routine. I wasn’t sure what I’d expect. First fire, and now water. Different elements, so perhaps a different style as well.

I wasn’t too far off that, in fact. Unlike her fire dance, where quick movements and flashing off as much of her skin was possible before the flames was the approach, her water dance took a turn for much slower and more tempered movements. Her arms moved in the likeness of rivers, slowly tracing through the air, flourished with a couple of turns and spins in there as well. Water droplets rose in the air as she took quick dips with her hips into the lake, her skirt quickly becoming damp. She faced the moon and thrusted out her arms, rotating them like the petals of a bicycle. It looked like her fingers were creating water from nothing.

While at a much less rapid pace than fire dancing, water dancing had its own charm. I soon came to appreciate all the steady movements associated with the dance. How Siva swayed and sashayed her hips were an art form of themselves. One hip strut, then two, and I got quaintly familiar with every aspect of Siva’s luscious curves. Curves that were just begging for my claws to squeeze.

Taking a carefully measured spin that left her blouse spattered with water, she halted her dancing to stare back at Moonlight and me. “Heeey,” she said, eyes wide and hands on her cheeks. “Moonlight, you know this dance! Come ooon, join me.” She skipped through the water to Moonlight and took her hands by force. Though Moonlight looked a little stunned at first, she gave in quickly.

“Alright, for you.” She stood next to Siva in the water, looking a little sheepish, but I managed to give her a bit of confidence with an approving smile and thumbs up. She looked to the dancer, who (Oh, hello!) was removing her blouse.

“That’d just get in the way.” She tossed it to me. “Remember, Moonlight? We choreographed this dance completely naked.”

“Oh, now you’re just teasing me,” I said with a mock pout, which I changed to a suave flirtatious voice. “Does it require being naked?”

“No, but it’s a little… advanced,” said Moonlight. “It’d be best if I got out of this.”

“Out of w—oh.” I leaned forward and took a seat at the water’s edge, finding myself greatly entranced as she stood with her back to me and removed her wrap. She exposed her black bikini bottom clad rotund tush in the sexiest way possible.

“Staring, are we?” she asked with a smirk.

Counterpoint incoming. “Isn’t that the whole idea?”

Well, that seemed like a good enough reason to get started as any, since Moonlight shrugged and turned to Siva. They shared one another a deeply influxed look, eye to eye and standing still for a moment. The suspense kept building up, broken when the duo moved at once.

Siva reached for Moonlight’s hand, bringing her into full circle with a spin of her body and causing water droplets to rise in the air. They shimmered like the freakin’ stars. Both dancers were holding hands, locked in a close embrace while slowly moving in short steps in the water. Siva had her hand holding lightly onto Moonlight’s hip, while Moonlight had her own wrapped around Siva’s waist, bringing them closer together. The dance itself was, for lack of a better word, beautiful, but my attention was even more tuned to the fixation of both their large breasts squeezing together, with the bare showing of skin making it just phenomenal.

Just as I was enjoying them getting touchy-touchy with one another, they broke apart, though their hands still stayed together. Moonlight would spin Siva with a hand directing her movements, Siva’s beach skirt often times lifting up for me to get a glamorous view of her ass. Then in an instant Siva would pull Moonlight in and dip her towards the water, getting her friend’s mane wet while bending over, showing off her luscious cleavage.

This continued on for a few minutes, with either partner trading positions yet flawlessly keeping the constant pace and tempo of a slow dance. They worked in perfect harmony. I couldn’t find a single slip-up.  Siva’s style had a bit more flare and fun to it, clearly with her positioning Moonlight into succulent views for my eyes to enjoy. Though Moonlight herself had a style I was quite enthralled with. She had a subtle touch of teasing, bringing just the right amount of sexiness without revealing the entire package. Prepping me up for later, I hoped.

The dance kept going. The tempo heated up as the night crept up upon us. Twirls and spins became more common, along with their hands becoming more curious with their bodies. I already spotted a few tugs here and there they did with their clothing. I was pretty sure soon enough, Siva would rip off Moonlight’s strapless bra with her teeth. And Moonlight herself seemed intent to get her hands into Siva’s skirt. While the dance wore on, so did their… intentions.

The ending to the suggestive show was just as tantalizing as it could get without being a full-on striptease. The water swirled to Moonlight’s spins, almost as if she were some sort of aquakinetic, eventually going into a ballerina twirl. She spun at least ten times before she kicked at the water, splashing at Siva. The dancer took the splash like a blessing, then held her hands to the moon in tandem with Moonlight. They spun, meeting each other back to front. Siva held one arm out to the side, the other resting over her partner’s belly. Moonlight cast her arm out in the opposite direction. And… scene.

I was surprised I could manage an applause through my stunned silence, and that was all it took to break their pose. Siva jumped in place, doing a clap of her own, and the much less physically adept Moonlight held her chest and exhaled.

“Effin’ encore! You can’t top that!” I looked down at myself, then quickly crossed my legs. “Ahem. I bet that one’s a big hit onstage.”

Siva sat down next to me. She was breathing pretty heavily herself. “You’d think so, but it’s not so. The owner of the bar called that one a little too risque. And it wouldn’t look nearly as good without any water.”

“Shame.” I looked to the other dancer. “Are you okay, babe?”

Having finally caught her breath, Moonlight made her way over to me. She sat as well, but she was much closer than Siva, resting her head on my shoulder. “Hagh. After that, I could use a massage…” She was looking at me expectantly.

“Well, good thing I have these things then,” I said, showing off my magic (Figuratively, not literally) claws.

Moonlight smiled exceptionally to me, and scooted between my legs, rolling her shoulders. “Aw, aren’t you sweet? Work the shoulders, honey, that’s where it’s the worst.”

“Anything I can do for such a thrilling performance,” I replied, grabbing each of her shoulders in my grip.

Moonlight held up a finger. “Oh wait, before we begin…” I saw her hands slowly move to her back. “Just getting a bit more comfortable for the both of us.” After a few seconds of fidgeting, her bra slid off, her breasts practically exploding out of their hold. “Rather difficult for you to give me a massage if I’m wearing that clunky thing, isn’t it?”

The best I could manage was a quick nod of my head. My hands went back to work on her shoulders, though I wasn’t paying much attention to that particular area of her body. My eyes were looming over her shoulders, fixated on her exposed rack, which unfortunately for me I wasn’t able to get as generous a look at as I wanted. Siva, however, got all the sight she wanted, and by the blush on her cheeks I was guessing she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

My fingers gently kneaded and pulled at the muscles at the top of her shoulders, causing Moonlight to moan in bliss. Slowly moving downward, I grabbed as much skin as I could, pushing and grabbing hold as I thrust both my fingers into the hard muscles of her back to free them from tension. Moonlight moaned harder, holding both of my knees in a powerful vice.

“Oh, Spike, I didn’t think you would be this good,” she said, her tongue slightly rolling out of her mouth.

“Well, you pick up a skill or two when you live in a library.” Especially when a certain librarian makes you study book after book on proper massage techniques for when she got stressed out… Always in need of tension release, my Twilight.

Looking over her shoulder with a prominent blush on her cheeks, Moonlight asked me, “So, do you have eleven fingers, or are you just happy to hold me?”

It was only now that I realized what was poking her in the back. Whoops.

Luckily, she didn’t wait for a response. “Work those wonderful claws a little lower, okay, baby?”

Then again, I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was okay with that. We all knew where this was going, and there were no plans to change that. Come on, she just called me ‘baby’. This was set in stone. “Can do.”

I did as she commanded, and slowly moved down her spine while taking care to rub vigorously all the way down her back. I even sneaked a feel of her sides of her boobs, while at the same time running my claws lightly down her ribs, eliciting a giggle from her. I sure do know how to reach those funny spots. Especially considering where I was moving onto.

I finally got to the small of her back, working my thumbs directly above it while my fingers moved in a caressing pattern. Though it seemed like such a shame her sides were untreated in this massage, so hey, it was only the nice thing to do to give them a working as well.

Grabbing onto her wonderful to the touch curves, I grinned while my hands squeezed and fondled their ampleness. Jumping the gun would have just been rude, so I ensured each movement count, slowly rising and falling with the palms of my hands on her curves and making my way to the jackpot.

Those big, juicy hams. Why is it oddly appropriate for bartenders to have amazing breasts? The fact that she was a zebra made it all the better. Or... a striped pony? The lack of an answer was tearing me up.

My naughty claws kneaded Moonlight’s breasts. Pleasantly firm but with enough squish to warrant a massage… I was a fan. While I got comfortable with her bust, I finally consulted the elephant in the room. Er, spring. “So, how do zebras such as yourselves get such vibrant colors?”

“Funny thing, actually,” said Siva. She was kneeling down in front of Moonlight, enjoying her front row seat of the boob massage. “We’re both one-quarter zebra.”

“Oooh…” Moonlight was humming along with my ministrations on her breasts. “Yeep, that’s about right. My grandma is a zebra. ...I think that’s who I got my tits from.”

And what a gift that was. “I oughta thank her. Is she hot?”

I’m glad that didn’t offend the girls. They thought it was hilarious, cackling simultaneously. Siva then said, “Actually, for sixty-something years old, she looks good.”

But I had my doubts that no matter how well Moonlight’s grandma’s breasts withstood the test of time, they couldn’t look or feel nearly as good as these. My thumbs slid along the areolas, catching Moonlight by surprise. She inhaled with shock and arousal, slapping her hands to mine and guiding them along. I kept tweaking her as she drove my fingers to press and knead as she desired, and her moans just kept going.

“Mmm...” She was having issues talking through her pleasured little noises. “I was born in Equestria, but my grandma let me live with her on this island so I could get in touch with my ancestry. I liked it here so much, I never left.” She chuckled at Siva pointing at herself. “And, of course, I met this bugger.”

“Bugger.” Siva scoffed at that nickname. “You know you’re nothing without me.”

“Oh really?” Moonlight asked, sticking her tongue out at Siva.

“Yeah.” Siva stuck her own tongue out as well, though unlike the mocking tone Moonlight took, she used hers to lick the joker’s cheek. Her tongue slowly trailed down the side of Moonlight’s jaw, approaching her bottom of her lip, where Siva bit slightly at, tugging for Moonlight to open up wide.

Moonlight obliged, allowing entry into her mouth for Siva’s tongue to explore in. As the two’s lips met and smacked succulently with the other, their tongues were inflamed with a passion to meet the other’s needs and more. Siva was the more eager and headstrong one, pushing in to wrest control of mouth domination over Moonlight with strong movements and an urge to fight, tongue to tongue. While Moonlight allowed this to happen, she was also up to wrestle with Siva’s tongue, though choosing to go with a more subtle approach by licking along Siva’s gum line and traveling every which way, to the top of Siva’s mouth to the bottom of her tongue and back, moving in quick flurries.

“Sweet… Celestia…” I couldn’t help but gasp. I almost didn’t realize I wasn’t groping Moonlight anymore. Her and Siva’s kissing was a dance in of itself, and I felt like I was gonna burn alive if I kept watching. It was like looking at the damn sun.

Moonlight broke the kiss, eyes closed and lips puckered for more. “So…” She took some slow breaths, and even those sounded sexy. “Spike… What do you wish to do?”

I looked at Siva, who seemed very eager to do something. It didn’t seem to matter what, so long as it kept her blood pumping. I was feeling rather frisky myself. “Hey, how about the fire dancer and I get a little bit closer?”

“Aww?” Siva clapped her hands together. “A little dragon for me?”

“Of course.” I leaned forward. “Trust me, Siva. I’ve been staring at your hot, half naked ass for two nights in a row. You have made me very, very desperate.”

“How desperate?” Siva asked me, fluttering her lashes with a sly smile.

“Siva.” I held out my hand, beckoning for her. “I want you like your stripes were made out of freakin’ diamonds. Come.”

And she obeyed, half gyrating, half bouncing her way over to me with her usual blend of energy and sex appeal. With a plomp she landed in my lap, immediately entangling her fingers behind my neck while pulling her body in close. I could feel her left breast squeeze up against my chest as her finger slowly trailed along my shoulder. Leaning closer still until her face was only inches from mine, her hot breath blew on the nape of my neck.

At that moment, I could’ve probably have said a dozen or so witty comments, seductive one-liners or just about anything else, but I was utterly mute by the seductive way Siva managed to run her tongue up my jawline. Before I knew it, her mouth was pressed against mine. Her lips were full and supple and so full of energy I felt my mouth buzz just from contact. I gave her my tongue as well, parting her lips with it and tracing her teeth. Her tongue collided with mine. She had such sweet saliva… It was like her own brand of tropical fruit, something I’d drink out of one of Moonlight’s glasses.

But kissing just couldn’t cut it enough; I decided to play with my new toy for a little while. My claws were already massaging the thick fur of one of her strong legs. It was odd; some parts of her leg felt a little coarse.

Evidently, she could sense my curiosity. “Those are burns. Obviously, I made a few mistakes before I became the fire dancer I am now.”

“Ah.” Nothing wrong with a mare with battle damage. I actually became a bit more curious. Sliding up higher, the coarseness of her leg soon gave way to smooth skin again. Along with a certain… surprise. That’s when I learned Siva enjoyed going commando.

I heard and felt Siva moan into my mouth. As we resumed kissing when I first got a feel. I felt her smile around my lips, rolling her tongue top to bottom in my mouth as a not so subtle sign for me to continue. Seeing how I had free game, I continued on with the claw wandering, finding new delights along my way. The naked underside of her ass was as squishy yet firm as I imagined it, so much so I couldn’t even grab ahold of all of it, even if I was using both claws. And by the way she was panting in my mouth, she wanted me to go farther as much as I did.

While I kept sowing the seeds of horniness into this saucy and nubile islander, our lips parted by her will. That didn’t deter me, though, as I kept nipping and sucking at her neck. I was so close to her, all I could see was yellow and red fur, as well as a hand reaching to the strap of her bikini top. Her words were broken with moans as she asked, “Want to... see my special glyph, Spike?”

Before I could reply, Siva already had her strings loose around her shoulders. Her top slowly fell from her bosom, revealing her athletic yet pleasantly perky bust to me, as well as a certain spiral insignia on her right breast. “Oh, cool. Is that a birthmark?”

“Why, yes it is.” Her breathy whispers were dripping with honey. Sweet, delicious, tropical honey, accompanying erotic flourishes of her hips and waist. “You can touch it if you wish…”

And how I did. I had something beyond a mighty need to cover my hands with Siva's sweet smokey scent. I took her spiral in my claws, taking in how her athletic build has lost her the fluffy squeezability of Moonlight's breasts. But it just wouldn't be Siva Afi if her puppies were anything less than perky powerhouses of joy. They were just as fun to play with as the rest of her, especially her bum. I cannot possibly imagine how many hours of exercise and flame throwing went into making such a supple bum. And she chose well, not letting any bikini bottom get in the way of me appreciating it.

"Oh, Ajagara, that feels good."

"Doesn't it, though?" Her skirt was beginning to hike up beyond any hope of protecting her privates from sight, and I was okay with that. She was well groomed, which allowed perfect view of her, oh... "Piercings?" There were two rings aligned above her slit, which was as smooth as the rest of her. It was also quite moist. Again, much like the rest of her.

Siva traced her teeth over my lips. I relished the slight pain brought on as she bit down in reaction to my claws grazing her vulva. Geez, she was excited. Her island nectar trickled over my claws. She felt it as much as I did, lightly grabbing my arm. I brought the nectar up to her mouth, and she suckled it down like liquid candy. Even when my claws were dry of the stuff, she kept tonguing them like she mistook them for my swelling pride. She licked and sucked down to the base of my claws, moaning lustfully.

“Yeah, you can probably tell she’s a fan of mouthplay,” said Moonlight.

Siva agreed with another moan, her tongue wrapping around my finger like a cobra, squeezing just about as tight as one could.

“And I was a fan of her already...” I replied, wiggling my finger in Siva’s mouth. Her lips dislodged from my digit, a small trail of saliva still connected her tongue to my fingertip.

Licking her lips, Siva winked to me. “Oh, so you’re a groupie now? Does that mean I get a little reward for a stunning performance?”

“You’ll have your reward after I get my turn with him,” Moonlight said, tapping at Siva’s leg. “Now scoot.”

Rolling her eyes, Siva removed her legs from between mine but still sat on the edge of my thigh. Moonlight, with her target clear in sight, got down on both knees and looked up seductively at me. Tugging at the waist of my cloth, she said, “Spike, do you want to know what I’m a fan of?”

I felt my member nudge, probably eager to be so close to her fingers. “What would that be?”

Moonlight drew my cloth and buckskin down, and like a rocket shooting off my member fully revealed itself from my stuffy clothing. Standing tall like a tower, it throbbed with a pent up need to release. And when Moonlight wrapped her hands around my length and placed her lips on my tip, release was well on the way.

“I think get the idea,” I chuckled. Moonlight just looked up at me and continued swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, her hands busy traveling up and down with an ever quickening pace.

Siva slid her hand down my shoulder and squeezed, scooching up closer against me to give Moonlight some room. “Moonlight can be really eager when it comes to a young male’s fire, if you catch my drift.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” I replied with a wince. Moonlight had just inserted a couple of inches of my dick into her mouth and was sliding her tongue on every inch. It was like a washing machine, with the settings set on high. Moonlight closed her eyes and moaned, the vibrations from her mouth making my cock tingle in pleasure.

Smirking, Siva slowly slid her finger across my chest, drawing up to my neckline. “Well, Spike, I hope you won’t mind me distracting you from Moonlight’s work, but you have two mares here, you know.”

“I noticed that too.” Smiling, I held Siva’s chin in my claws and drew her close. As her lips connected with mine, I twitched in ecstasy when Moonlight finally reached to the base of my dick. My eagerness rose with each inch Moonlight licked with her magnificent tongue. I touched Siva’s tongue with mine, and just like before, we explored each other’s mouths in one of the most exotic kisses I’ve ever experienced. Even Zecora wasn’t this fancy when it came to locking lips.

I heard a satisfying ‘pop’ below as Moonlight removed my cock from her mouth. “Tell me, how can I make you cum in the most pleasant way possible?”

Siva’s breath was, fittingly, like fire on my beak as our kiss finally parted. I showed Moonlight a little appreciation with a gentle touch on her blushing cheek. “Work a little island magic, I’m not picky.”

Moonlight’s eyes lit up like the obvious. “Ooh, then I’ll finally get to use this.” She stood up, her breasts bouncing with as much enthusiasm as the rest of her, and sauntered over to her and Siva’s bag. “This is going to be very, very interesting.”

“What are ya— Ah…” Siva’s lips were sucking on the scales of my neck. Dragons don’t bruise, but she was damn determined to make an exception of that, pulling my scales to the point of breakage. She was a rough one. “What’s interesting?”

Moonlight revealed a small wooden cup. As she walked back to me, she tilted the bowl to show off the contents; a luminescent green liquid. “It’s a special concoction. Zecora taught me how to make it a few years ago, and it was taught to her by… well, the word doesn’t translate, so let’s just call them shamans.”

Siva stopped sucking my neck long enough for me to take in Moonlight’s words. “Shamans? Huh.” Out of curiosity, I cautiously dabbled a little bit of the mixture onto my figures. It was a little thicker than milk, sort of like a paint.
        
Moonlight dipped her hands into the bowl, making her whole hand wet, dripping and radiant. She dabbed a little on my beak, then touched my pecs, leaving glowing handprints. I already felt like some native warrior of fertility, and it only got better as she painted swirls and tribal marks all the way down my chest.

Siva also got in on the act, raising my arms and painting zebra stripes, along with a few symbols I couldn’t recognize. My head was far too high in the clouds to ask what they all meant, but I caught a few upside down triangles and squiggly lines. I had asked Zecora the night before about zebracean hieroglyphics, and she had told me that those symbols, in conjunction, meant ‘Fertility Demigod.’ My eyes widened as I realized that either I was becoming part of some freaky worship ritual, or zebras really, really, really like dragons.

“Ajagara, you can make love for hours without tiring, yes?” asked Moonlight.

“Give or take,” I replied. “I usually stop before two o’clock. That means we have, what, four hours to kill?” I was about to giggle, but I tensed up as Siva bit down on my neck and massaged my dorsal fins.

Moonlight kissed me on the lips. She stood up, swaying her hips in a slow, sensual gyration. “Do not worry. We will not do anything you do not wish to do. But whatever it is you wish to do…” She got another handful of tribal goo and started painting herself, making spirals on her breasts and swirls along her body, ending at her glyphs. “This concoction will provide us with enough energy to last us for a day, and it will make every orgasm unfathomably powerful and pleasurable.”

“...Really?”

“That’s the theory, anyway…” Moonlight shrugged, got another scoop of glowing liquid and set the bowl on the grass. “I do not know for certain.”

Having seen a lot of both the magical and the mundane a lot in my life, I took the news with a grain of salt. Either this shaman brew was a powerful aphrodisiac more potent than any other from Equestria, or it would be one hell of a placebo. I was okay with either of those things.

“Now come, Ajagara…” She stood up, beckoning to me with a dripping, coated finger as she swayed her smooth backside over to the nearby tree. Her lowered eyes looked all the more tantalizing beneath her heavy bangs as she looked back at me, her hands planted on the tree as she gave her ass a teasing little shake. 

Siva let go of me, giving me a quick little peck on the cheek, either for luck or just because. I saw her picking up the bowl out of the corner of my eye as I got up and followed Moonlight to the tree.

I touched her shoulder with my claw and traced across her spine, giving her ass a squeeze before seamlessly turning around to put my back against the tree. There was enough moss to keep me comfortable as I pulled Moonlight against me. Her breasts were plump against my chest, slippery and moist from the glowing liquid we were both drenched in. 

The drops of glowing liquid touched my cock before her hand did. I spread my legs and cast my head back a little, my claws clenching around Moonlight’s arms. Within a few dozen strokes, I was hard as a fire ruby, and just about as heated as one. 

It was time to sate that fire. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She was still wet from her and Siva’s dance, making her leg smooth to the touch. I kept her distracted with my forceful, dominant kiss as I took ahold of the string of her bikini bottom and slipped it down her legs. She played along, kicking the useless cloth away when it fell to her hooves.

One of her legs began to rise, and I helped it up until it was well wrapped around my waist. I could feel the heat between her legs as she grinded up against my erection and pressed her fingers against my wing joints. Her lower lips hugged my length. “Ajagara…” she whispered into my fin. “Spike… I want you…”

Taking ahold of her glyphs, I positioned her lips over my dragon and let her fall as I thrusted up into Moonlight. Her hands gripped my wings tighter with each thrust I made. We couldn’t maintain the kiss with her head bobbing up and down, along with the rest of her ample body, so there was nothing I could do to silence her panting.

I felt that I started a little too strong, so I slowed my thrusts to a slower, easier pace, though I didn’t lack for power. I kept kneading Moonlight’s glyphs, no doubt matting her fur with my touch. This only served to make her all the more excited; she gyrated her hips around my cock every time I gave her a firm squeeze. I stopped thrusting entirely, just for a moment, so I could kiss her again. She moaned greedily into my mouth as she circled my tongue with hers.

I started pumping again, with Moonlight’s walls getting even tighter around me by the second. As her body surrendered to me, her leg started to loosen its grip around my waist. I stopped with my kneading and grabbed the leg, keeping it aloft. This spread Moonlight out a little further, allowing me to bottom out in just a few more thrusts. She belted out several moans. I knew I was doing this right.

“M…aiṁ… Maiṁ kamiṅga…!”

I figured out what that bit of zebracean meant when I felt Moonlight’s nectar coating my cock and her walls coming together, as if to squeeze a climax out of me. I wasn’t quite there yet, but I kept making powerful thrusts to help Moonlight ride out her orgasm. Her moaning kept climbing until she couldn’t take it anymore. She gripped me with all of her might, let herself go, and her voice subsided.

With one last relieved gasp, Moonlight’s body became lax. I let go of her leg and let her stand. She stumbled a little, falling into my embrace, before she could stay still. Even then, she looked flustered beyond all reasoning, with her mane now a complete mess over her eyes.

“I guess I lived up to your expectations?” I asked.

Her response was a desperate, feverish kiss.

That kiss continued for several long, heavenly minutes, even after we moved to the grass with Siva. Moonlight and I were still in our heated war of tongues, my hand clutching her breast, pressing and squeezing it for all of its large, silky glory. Deep growls escaped from my mouth into Moonlight’s as she got friendly with my now glowing dragon, giving me gradually intensifying strokes.

As if that wasn’t stimulating enough, Siva was also getting in on the fun, with her fingers kneading my feet. Since my hands were busy, she settled for playfully licking my claws. I never knew how much that would make me squirm, but it also made me even harder with each pass of her tongue. She made a few quiet slurps as she took a few of my larger claws in all once, murring all the while. I had the feeling she was getting off on this as much as I was.

Moonlight rubbed the underside of my shaft and lightly touched my sack, rubbing it with gentle affection. I responded in turn with a little tweak of her nipple, which made her squeak and break our kiss, but only for a second.

Siva gave me a long lick, starting all the way down at my heel, traveling up, ending at my smallest claw, then flicking at my biggest before taking it into her mouth. She hugged my leg, lightly rubbing her chest against it. I realized that while Moonlight and I were against the tree, Siva had dabbled a bit of the glowing stuff on herself as well. She was moist and slippery against my leg.

“Spiiike~,” she said with a purr and a little song. “Spike, can I kiss your huge dragon cock? Moonlight already had it in her mouth, I think it’s my turn.”

I didn’t even have to say anything. She could tell just by the look on my face that I was saying yes. She rose from the grass, and within a moment, her lips were making their way up my shaft in soft, subtle, and beyond sensual kisses. Eventually, she managed to get to the tip. Siva caressed my base with one of her hands as she began to lather the tip in saliva that had gone astray during her claw sucking.

After a bit of her teasing, I gave my hips a playful jut forward and successfully popped a bit of the tip into her awaiting mouth. She reared back in surprise before surrendering. It seemed almost thoughtless the way she began suckling at the tip. I was shivering as if I were freezing cold, even though I could feel my blood catching fire.

I took my claws away from Moonlight’s breast and pushed on her stomach, queuing her to pull her lips away from mine. She seemed disappointed, but also understanding of what I needed to do. I relaxed a little, enjoying Siva’s ministrations. She held my shaft as she tongued the underside, licking my base as well as my testicles with slow, arduous and lovely affection. It was as if my cock was a shrine. Or something along those lines.

I shuddered as I felt another burst of fire beneath my scales. After surviving two dances, several minutes of foreplay and standing coitus with Moonlight, I needed to cum. Really, really bad.

I touched Siva’s forehead, and she stopped in the middle of another dive on my cock. She looked up at me, her mouth still full. She looked unusually cute like this.

“Babe, why don’t you lie down in the grass?”

She nodded, then slowly pulled off of me, her gasp sounding labored and desperate. She was blushing madly, creating another succulent shade of red on her warm body. She reminded me of a salivating mixture of tropical fruit.

Siva didn’t have to go far. In fact, she didn’t even have to stand up. She crawled on her hands and knees, gaining a little distance from the rock and allowing a little more room for us. How considerate. She rolled over onto her back, her legs slightly crossed and her hands touching her breasts. I assumed she was stimulating herself, caught in a bout of heat that only I could sate. Her moist, puffy lips were evidence to that.

“You can show me some of your more acrobatic feats in a bit. For now, I just need this.” I stood up, rotating my neck and stretching out my arms as I approached the prone and vulnerable Siva. “You’re okay with that, right?”

She rested her head on its side as she gazed up at me. So lusty, so ready for me. “Mujhē bhāṛa,” she whispered. “Take me now, Spike.”

I leaned over, my knees hitting the soft grass first, and placed my hands above Siva’s head. She may have had an incredible build but she was still a little shrimpy beneath my muscles and wings. 

She was anything but a delicate flower, though. She made the first move, grabbing my sides and pulling me onto her. My legs touched hers, allowing me to feel the moisture trickling from her nethers. Despite being caught by surprise, I was spurred on, so I kissed Siva playfully, licking each of her cheeks. Hey, you give me tropical fruit, of course I’m gonna taste it. And she tasted good.

All I needed to do was pull back, move forward a little and let the head of my dragon rub against her moist lips. She seemed tight, at least a little bit. I was sure a flexible little beast like her had fine control over her walls. And as I thrusted forward and pierced her slit, it turned out I was correct. Her insides squeezed down on my cock like she never intended on letting go.

“Spiiike, oh!~” She fastened her grip on my sides. Her head shook and twisted about, her hair becoming all a mess. “Ah, yes…”

My knees anchored me to the ground while I cast the rest of myself into slow, gradual thrusts. The grass was almost as moist as she was. It didn’t feel uncomfortable as I thought it would. It was only then that I realized why Siva and Moonlight loved taking their victims here; it’s isolated, nopony is gonna happen by on purpose, and there are plenty of locations for a good fuck.

“Fuck…” I called out spontaneously. I laid over Siva, and got a little closer. Our paint and sweat mixed together as I whispered in her ear. “That feels good, huh?”

“Oh, yes… I didn’t expect anything less.” She leaned her head back and let out a particularly shrill moan before snapping back. Her fingers grated across my scales as she leaned into my shoulder. “Aah, aaah… Faster…” 

Her wish was my command. I thrusted as hard and fast as I could without scraping my scales, and she responded with escalating moans that echoed into the night sky. For a brief moment, I was worried that somebody nearby would be able to hear us, but my wanton lust completely overpowered those thoughts, just as I was overpowered by a rapidly incoming orgasm.

I paused my thrusting, but I still felt the surge in my loins. There wasn’t any turning back. Siva smirked and grabbed my shoulders. She pushed, pulling away and releasing her tight walls’ grip on me, laying prone. She kept her legs spread wide, allowing her juices to flow into the grass.

I grabbed my dick, which was throbbing, nearly thrusting on its own, and did my best to aim it over Siva’s bare body before I let loose. Thick, hot ropes flew out of me and landed across her colorful hybrid body, landing more or less everywhere, settling into the cleavage of her breasts to cascading down the slopes of her open legs. Another wave landed on her belly, pooling into one large puddle of white. As she sat up, it became like a waterfall, trickling over her moist lower lips.

I was on my knees, slowly stroking myself to keep my inner fire awake. I had let loose, but I wasn’t about to let this end; even combined with my time with Zecora, I wasn’t nearly sated enough to call it a night.

Siva rose and reached out to me. I blinked a few times, my lips curling into a disbelieving smile. “Celestia, geez. You’re still standing after that?” I took her hand, wrapping my claws with her fingers, and let her lead me to the spring. As I sat at the edge of the grass, she stepped into the water and kneeled down, scooping up pools of water to wash off her chest and stomach. All of my cum, along with her body paint, came clean off, replaced with glistening drops of spring water. 

I heard more splashing water nearby. I turned and saw Moonlight, who was doing a little cleansing of her own. She was wiping her hands and arms clean of whatever bodily fluids she had accidentally picked up from her earlier handjob. As she did so, she looked up at me with a face of want, the kind that I knew was willing to do anything to have her way with me. I was sure that if she had it her way, I’d likely be tied up to the tree by thick ropes with her squishable legs wrapped around my hips. Bondage isn’t usually my style. I’m a dragon, after all. I’m supposed to be untamable. I’m the one who ravages.

Moonlight kissed me on the cheek, with one hand reaching around my head to fondle my dorsal fin. I returned the favor with a few playful flicks of my forked tongue upon her muzzle, which caused her to let out the most adorable giggle. It betrayed the stoic, forward image she had been showing the whole night. I guess I brought out the more relaxed, submissive side of her when I had her up against the tree.

Eventually, Moonlight and I stopped teasing each other and let our tongues touch outside of the confines of our mouths. My much more slender appendage wrapped around hers, making our whole bathing exercise moot as my oral ministrations made saliva drip from her lips.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Siva strutting over to us, the knee-high water doing nothing to damper her unforgivably sexy movements. Her hips swayed like a flag in the freakin’ wind. It was beyond picture perfect.

As she kneeled next to me, she rested her chin on my shoulder, smiling contently. Her lips just barely pressed against mine before she parted them, slipping her own tongue into my mouth. That only lasted for a few seconds before she slipped back out. As her head fell back to my shoulder, her eyes followed my body until they saw my still hard dragon.

Siva leaned across my chest and tapped Moonlight on the arm, pulling her up close. She whispered some foreign words into her ear. “Hama apanē munha kē sātha usē sājhā karanī cāhi'ē. Kō'ī aura adhika lē liyā jātā hai.”

“Ṭhīka,” said Moonlight, sharing a mischievous grin with her friend. After giving Siva a brief kiss, she joined her in the water, wrapping an arm around her back, the other going up my leg, her hand settling on my hip. I figured out where this was going, and I couldn’t help but get the same smile on my face.

Both of the hybrids’ tongues touched the sides of my cock, moving in tandem to reach the peak before sliding back down to the base. After that, they went their separate ways. Moonlight licked the underside, swirling her tongue where my shaft met my sack, which she gave a gentle touch. 

I throbbed, softly bopping Siva’s muzzle with the head of my dick. She took that as an invitation. She didn’t waste any time wrapping her lips around me and taking a dive, though having Moonlight in the way didn’t allow her complete freedom. But, boy, she made due, suckling on my head, gliding her tongue over every available inch of me between dives.

They continued like that for a while before electing to switch places. Moonlight took the upper portion of me this time, making more use of her hand to massage my length vigorously. Siva was a bit more direct with my balls than Moonlight, licking them up like candy.

I don’t know how it caught my eye with these two gorgeous natives giving me the blowjob of my life, but I noticed that Moonlight’s hand had never left Siva’s back. When I noticed that, I got a good idea, one that would bring a little more pleasure to the pleasure givers. 

“Babes, hey… Pause for a moment.” I raked my claws through both of their colorful manes. It hurt me deeply on the inside to halt their efforts, because I wouldn’t be forgetting the sensation of their mouths around me anytime soon, but I wanted to show them something special before I tired myself out.

Moonlight was the first to stand, leaning over as she pressed her hand against my chest. “What do you want to do, Spike?”

Trying to explain it wouldn’t have done it justice. I hadn’t yet tried this position out, but it was always a crazy fantasy of mine. Luckily for me, these islanders seemed up for anything, so I took both Moonlight and Siva’s hands, leading them back to the grass. 

We got a little distracted along the way, since Siva used her strong arms to pull me into a moanful kiss. My claws found her dripping breast, giving it a rub and a pinch to spur her on a little more; her tongue flexed in my mouth with every touch. It wasn’t long after our lips parted that I found another pair pressing up against mine. Moonlight just didn’t want to leave me alone for a second. All I could feel was her tongue against mine, along with hands all over my body. I could feel the strong, calloused fingers of Moonlight stroking my cock, with Siva adoring my muscles, kissing and licking my pecs like some sort of depraved servant.

Once those two finally pulled away from me, standing at my side with their expressions still eager and wanting as ever, I took up my position. I got on my back, folding my wings and tucking my tail between my legs to avoid any discomfort. Once I was ready, I touched Siva’s leg and beckoned to her, licking my lips. She got the hint right away, clapping her hands together excitedly. 

She stood over me, her legs on each side of my face. Her moist clam was right in front of my face, pink with lust, winking at me in desire for my tongue’s caress. With a chuckle, Siva kneeled, placing her hands on my chest for support. As I licked her slit, she cooed, subtly gyrating her hips.

Moonlight didn’t need any directions to know what to do with me, and thankfully, Siva was just high enough above me to see this. Moonlight splayed her legs out over my pelvis and lowered herself down, letting out a satisfied moan as my length slipped into her insides for the second time. Being already well acquainted with my pride, she fit like a glove.

Having two girls on top of me made it difficult to thrust as fast as I normally could, but I still pleased Moonlight, bucking my hips towards the sky, with her warmth welcoming me before I had to retract. But I was quickly back inside her, already giving her a pleasant ride with just a few steady rockings. All she had to do was rise and fall with me, and that was enough to make her whisper my name.

Siva relaxed against my beak, fully surrendering to my flicking tongue. She rolled her hips, trying to feel me as I explored her inner walls. Thanks to my serpentine appendage, I was able to play with her folds with much more dexterity than any stallion’s tongue ever could. I touched her everywhere. On the occasion that her hips went a little too far back, I took the opportunity to lick her thighs, causing her to gasp and quiver.

Desperate sounds and broken words of approval kept coming out of Moonlight’s mouth, along with the unmistakable glisten of saliva. She relinquished her hands from my body and used them on herself, tweaking her clit as she ground herself down the length of my cock. She groped her own voluptuous breast, her chest heaving as she squeezed herself.

Siva, of course, didn’t leave her friend alone to pleasure herself. She kept her pussy firmly planted on my beak while she dove forward, catching Moonlight in a surprise embrace. She gave her a small lick on her blushing cheek, eliciting a lusty chuckle. The two kissed, holding each other’s shoulders as their lower bodies thrusted and bucked with wild abandon. 

I didn’t think Siva wanted that kiss to end so abruptly, but she couldn’t help it; her mouth opened wide as she cried out. I could feel her nethers pulsating, begging for release. She didn’t need to announce her orgasm for me to know what she wanted. I dragged my tongue along her insides, taking my sweet time and building her up as much as I could, before my beak closed around her clit. With a wild thrashing of her hips and a shout that I was sure could be heard at least half the island, I felt her cum wash over my lips. I didn’t hesitate to drink as much of that nectar as I could.

While I focused on helping Siva ride that one out, I could tell by the moisture trickling down my shaft that Moonlight was well on her way to her own orgasm. She had lost control of herself, slapping herself down on my pelvis several times within every passing second. With such a wild sensation rocking my body, topped off with her pussy’s strong grip, I could feel my climax coming on as well. This time, we’d cum together.

“Moonlight, I’m…” My announcement gave way to animalistic growls.

She understood well enough, smiling at me before moaning loudly. “Yes, Spike, ooooh… Andara… Mērē andara saha!”

Siva removed herself from me and lay down on the grass. She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. “She wants you to cum inside her. She wants it bad, Ajagara.”

I figured as much, and I very much wanted to do the same; I wanted to feel her on the inside when she came. Clasping the sides of her stomach, I pulled her down to me, laying a kiss on her muzzle before she even had time to react. I’ve decided it was time for me to take control. I slid my claws to her ass and gripped her cheeks tightly. I guided the rise and fall of Moonlight’s hips, to the point where our pelvises met up perfectly with every thrust.

That was it for me. I was overwhelmed by such nubile beauty looming over me, calling my name, begging for release. Her sweet, island juices coated my cock, sending me over the edge. I rammed into Moonlight one last time, throwing my arms around her and forcing her against me. Her breasts pressed against my muscles. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled against my shoulder. I looked up at Siva, who backed away in a fit of shock as I rent the air with a monstrous roar.

That deep, guttural sound echoed across the night sky like the aftermath of a firework, and when the spring eventually fell silent once again, Moonlight and I finally exhaled. Her breaths were slow and labored, as were her motions as she slowly rolled off of me. She stayed close, though, with her head lazily resting on my shoulder. “You were sublime…” she whispered.

Siva didn’t look as defeated or spent as Moonlight did. I was sure that if I asked, she would have been ready for another round, but I didn’t want to overindulge. Too much of a good thing can be wonderful, but enough was enough; I simply gestured to her with a single finger, and she got the hint. She took the side of me opposite Moonlight, wrapping her arms around my neck. She nibbled on my dorsal fin as she smiled blissfully at me with her fiery eyes. 

With these two gorgeous hybrids holding me in a loving embrace, the comfortable grass gracing my back, the beautiful night sky above me, and a newly kindled flame granting me and my lovers warmth, I figured now was as good a time as ever to close my eyes. 

Though I didn’t let myself doze off without saying aloud, “This dragon is back.”
> Sunday Morning
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Sunday Morning

“Good morning, Ajagara,” was the first thing I heard, before any of my other senses had decided to work. As my mind started functioning again, I realized that Moonlight had said that, and she was right next to me, in the same place as she was the night before. Only this time, her curvaceous figure was hidden by a thin, oriental patterned blanket. Even so, her eyes lit up like torches in the light of the early morning sun.

I greeted her with a brush through her blue mop, followed by a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning to you.”

From the opposite side of the bed, I felt a strong hand curl around my claws. I looked over to see Siva Afi. She wasn’t under the covers, rather, she was laying on top of them, clad in one of my t-shirts and nothing else. I wondered if she was trying to be sexy for me, or she was just too tired to get out of it and slip into bed last night. “Hi,” she squeaked, chipper as ever.

“Hell of a night, huh?” I asked.

I held my free hand to my head. Another question came to my mind, one that I couldn’t easily ignore: what was last night? Hell, forget that, what was yesterday? I recalled waking up in the spring, greeted by the sounds of chirping birds and crashing waves. I had taken in the moment, briefly, before turning to the hybrids wrapped around me and relishing in their attention. They didn’t let me go for even a second, even as we returned to Zecora’s cabin. We could barely keep our clothes on before we fell into bed together, where we spent the rest of the day… fucking. Yeah.

And was that it? We didn’t do anything else? We didn’t talk? We didn’t go outside, see the sights of Zanzebra? We didn’t do anything but fuck, aside from the occasional bathroom or snack break? Celestia… I spent all of a beautiful Saturday in this bed? I didn’t deny that it was incredible, but…

I felt Siva’s lips close on my dorsal fin once again, her hot breath spilling out onto my cheek. But I didn’t feel the same tingle as I did before. Her mouth didn’t feel as appealing as before. I remained flaccid as she wrapped her arm around my neck. I couldn’t even blush when Midnight touched my chest, trailing her touch down on my body…

I raised my arms and gently pushed Siva and Moonlight away, getting out bed to reach for my buckskin wrap. “I’m sorry… You’ve both gotta go.”





As Moonlight opened the door, she turned to me and Siva, an uncertain expression on her face as she adjusted her tribal dress.

“I’m sorry if we did something to offend you, Spike…” Siva said, her ears drooping. She bowed slightly, looking ashamed, even though she had absolutely nothing to even be ashamed of. 

I gave her a hug. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I had a great time.” As I released her, I held her blouse covered shoulders and offered a smile. “I just need to think for a little while, okay?”

“As you wish,” Moonlight replied. I was relieved to see that she and her friend didn’t have a trace of ill will towards me for politely kicking them out. I still felt like a jerk for doing so, but at least they understood. “Come by the cabana before you leave the island, okay? Mojitos, on the house. We can talk some more then.”

Siva’s frown disappeared, much to my approval. She returned my smile and said, “I have a new fire dance in the works, I would love for you to see it.”

“Both of those offers sound awesome. I promise I’ll take you up on them. Just, uh, I can’t promise anything for a while.” I wished I could tell them what I was feeling, but it was hard when even I couldn’t really comprehend it. I needed to talk to somepony about this, somepony with a poetic understanding of emotions. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Siva hugged me one last time and skipped outside into the sunlight. Moonlight blew me a kiss before shutting the door behind her. So, for the first time since I arrived in Zanzebra, I was finally alone.

Well, for the moment. It took a simple stroll into the living room to see I couldn’t be left to myself for long. But I was perfectly okay with seeing Zecora. She was clad in a silky purple and black robe. With her mane down and her golden rings removed, she looked more like a soothsayer and less like a tribal alchemist. I liked the look. “Good morning to you, and this pleasant day,” she said, turning her head up from a book of recipes. She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? Does an internal conflict have you grey?”

I assumed by ‘grey’ she meant ‘confused and uncertain,’ and that was definitely the case. “I just need somepony to listen to me,” I say, taking a seat next to her on the couch. She put her book aside immediately, placing both her hands on her lap and looking my way. That alone made me feel much better, but I still had to get something off my chest. I just needed to figure out what that something was. “So, like…” I kneaded my forehead, trying to find the right words. “Have you… ever had one of those dreams that was, like, your perfect fantasy?”

“Sometimes,” Zecora said, “but the fantasy is fleeting, for soon I am taken by real life’s greeting.”

“Exactly!” I pointed at her. “I’ve had dreams like that my entire life. I end up in some sort of utopian situation where I can do nothing but feel fulfilled and happy. But, before I can get a grip on exactly what about the dream even is, and what makes me so happy about it, I wake up, and carry on with my life.”

Zecora nodded. “But a fantasy is something one cannot claim; that is why it is referred to by that name. Forever a fantasy must it remain, lest it be nothing other than plain.”

I nodded back at her, slumping back on the couch and holding my arms in the air, using them to emphasize my words. “See, I told you I’ve had a small dry spell. Over the last few months, I began having dreams of mares or stallions throwing themselves at me, lavishing me with affection, riding me wild, having unapologetically depraved sex unlike anything the world had ever seen, never stopping until we were entirely spent, but even then, it wouldn’t be long until we were going at it again like crazy. I felt so good in those dreams, like I had my masculinity back.” I stopped ranting, taking a breath and relaxing my arms. “So when Siva and Moonlight pounced on me, I felt good… great. More than myself. And… it didn’t last.”

Zecora stared at me. She looked interested, if a bit neutral about my situation.

I continued. “I quickly realized this morning that I didn’t like my own fantasy. I was tired of it. I was tired of the constant orgasms, never having a moment to do anything other than moan or gasp or thrust or… you get the picture. Siva and Moonlight, they’re both gorgeous, both incredibly talented, and they’re very nice to boot, but they don’t have something that everypony I’ve brought to bed with me before has.”

Zecora lowered her head, still looking at me. “Mmhmm?”

I touched my index claws together. “Sweetie Belle and I, when we had our weekend together a while back? We did more than have sex. I mean, there was a lot of sex, but there was more than that, even when it happened. We talked. We let our guards down and got real with each other. We cooked together. We played together. It was tender and sweet and fun. It wasn’t about the orgasms, it was about being with each other and just getting to know each other better. Orgasms were just chocolate chips on an amazing ice cream sundae.” 

My whole body felt a little warmer when I recalled Sweetie Belle telling me she loved me, and I said it back… I really meant it. We both knew we weren’t going to leave the hotel as a couple, but the love was still there as we explored each other’s bodies in the candlelight.

“It’s the same case with all of my other usual partners. I know them. There’s a connection. And it only gets stronger every time we make love, because we do so much more than that.”

Zecora was absolutely beaming at me. “Well, it seems you’ve found elation. There is nothing quite like a morning revelation.” She held her arms out, offering me a hug.

I chuckled, my earlier doubts already leaving my mind. Now, with my heart beating quickly and my lips curling, I threw myself around Zecora. I felt a little red on my cheeks as my chin brushed her breast, which was especially odd; after all I’ve been through this weekend, I was actually getting sheepish about something as mild as that? I assumed this ‘morning revelation’ came with a bit of newfound humbleness.

But a bit of humbleness didn’t stop me from looking into Zecora’s forest colored eyes and saying, “If anything else happens during this vacation, I want you to be there, because I know you, and I really care about you.” I thought back to Thursday morning, my smile becoming a little goofier. “And I had a lot of fun when we…”

Zecora playfully shoved her palm into my face and pushed me onto my back. She stood up and walked down the hallway, stepping out of sight. “Spike, oh Spike, you’re such a fool. For how long over my body will you drool?”

I threw my hands up in defense. “Hey, now. You know I care about so much more than your body.” I stood up and headed off after her. “You know you’re poetic, and smart, not to mention how helpful you were when I hit puberty. I wouldn’t have survived without your alchemy or your—” Whatever I was going to say died coming out of my mouth.

Turning into Zecora’s room, I was treated to an amazing sight. Her exotically striped body was once again adorned with rings, as well as some new gemstones encrusted jewelry that shimmered in the sunlight peeking through the blinds. A white sling swimsuit covered her large breasts and nethers in a modest, yet elegant display. Frankly, after all that happened, I felt I needed a little modesty.

“An offer to you, I beseech,” Zecora asked, turning her body to examine herself in the mirror. “Perhaps you could join me for a visit to the beach?”

I stood next to Zecora, getting a good look at my handsome self in the mirror alongside her. We looked good together, even if she stood at least a head taller than me. I hadn’t even noticed how broad her shoulders were compared to mine. She truly was a fine specimen, both as a friend and as a mare. “You know I’d love to.”

Zecora took my hand, picked up a bag of beach essentials (Cocoa butter, towels, snacks, a tropical umbrella) in the other, and lead me out the door.

Even the colorful, natural beauty of this island wasn’t a match for the zebra next to me. As we walked along the trail to the beach, talking and laughing, I reflected on how odd it was; it took me coming all the way out here to realize what I truly needed was right in front of me the whole time.



But, hey, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy myself.