The Power Of The Heart
Bolero Of Fire
As they neared Ponyville, Shining Armor looked over Twilight’s letter once more.
Shining,
I’m writing to you today because I’m concerned about Spike. He’s been acting strange lately. Staying up until all hours of the night, hiding himself in his room, always seeming on edge. He’s also becoming hostile and short with me in response to simple questions or requests, which is completely unlike him.
In addition to the personality changes, I’ve also noted some physical symptoms Spike seems to be experiencing: frequent flushing, twitching, and stuttering; poor posture; and incessant itching, specifically around his lower torso and tail.
Although I’ve researched all I can about dragon ailments, the literature is somewhat lacking in this regard. While Spike is twenty years old now and more than capable of taking care of himself, I can’t help but worry.
If you have any suggestions or advice, please let me know.
Sincerely (but worriedly),
~Twilight
Tucking the letter back into his saddlebags, Shining looked down at his husband. Bolero had insisted on flying the pair to Ponyville himself rather than using the ceremonial chariot and a pair of Crystal Pegasus guards. The alicorn soared through the crisp autumn skies, his eyes narrowed as his wings sliced through the wind and propelled them south.
“How’s my ride doing?” Shining asked with a cheeky grin, wrapping his forehooves around Bolero’s chest.
“Thermals are holding steady. We should be there in about an hour.” Bolero looked back at him and smirked. “You don’t have to hold on so tight, you know. Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
As Shining glanced at the ground far below, the distant peaks of the Canterlot Mountains not much more than toothpicks at this altitude, he shivered and clung to him tighter. “I’m fine. But in any case, I’m glad you’re flying me instead of Twily.”
Bolero laughed. “Shiny, Twily’s an excellent flier!”
Shining rolled his eyes. “Yeah, after crashing a hundred times.”
“One, thirteen, a hundred, who’s keeping track?” Bolero chuckled as his husband squeezed his barrel in response to his acceleration. “Anyway,” he asked over the wind, “how did the research go?”
Shining sighed. “Couldn’t find a single book in the Empire’s library about dragon ailments. I have no idea what could be wrong.”
“Hm. Well, let’s hope Spike opens up to us when we get there. At the very least, it’ll give Twilight a break from worrying about him.”
Another sigh. “If I know my sister, we’ll be lucky if she’s slept since she sent me the letter.”
Bolero sighed in turn. “Well, I’m sure her friends are being supportive at least. Maybe we can convince them to take her to the spa or something while we talk to Spike. You know, help her relax a bit.”
Shining nodded. “Let’s hope so.”
With those words, the two fell silent. For the rest of their journey, there was naught but the breeze, and the lingering questions, in their ears.
~
By the time Shining and Bolero reached the outskirts of Ponyville, the sun was setting against the blue-gray horizon. Bolero landed with princely grace, his slippered horseshoes digging into the dirt. Shining stumbled as he dismounted, nearly falling into his husband.
Putting a forehoof to Shining’s chest, Bolero asked, “Are you alright, Shiny?”
“Nnnng… I’m alright.” Drawing a sharp breath through his teeth, Shining muttered, “Okay, not so alright. My hooves are asleep...”
With a knowing grin, Bolero said, “I told you not to hang on so tight. Here.” He offered a foreleg. “Lean on me until your hooves wake up. I’ll lead the way.”
Nodding, Shining linked his foreleg with his husband’s and leaned against the larger stallion. As he reoriented himself, he looked towards town center. Twilight’s Friendship Castle stood guard there, the sovereign palace keeping watch above the humble village. The two started towards the crystal castle, the enormous purple-and-blue eight-pointed star at its apex serving as a guiding light through the growing dusk.
While the wind whispered of a winter not so far off, the trees testified to autumn, their leaves shades of brown, red, and orange. When Shining sniffed the air, the subtle scent of apples ripening on their boughs tickled his nostrils, making him lick his lips. Fall was in full swing indeed.
Along their way to the castle, they spotted several ponies hurrying to their homes as night began to fall. Thankfully, nopony looked their way.
Once a few minutes passed, Shining began to walk on his own. As they drew closer to the castle, Shining led the rest of the way up the path, a spring in his step.
Beyond the steps and in front of the door to Twilight’s castle stood a lone Royal Guard in shining gold armor—an orange pegasus mare with a blue galea and tail, a spear in her forehooves.
The guard bowed as the Princes approached. “Good evening, Your Highnesses! What brings you to Ponyville this evening?”
“Good evening, Dame Flare Warden,” Bolero said. “Shining and I are here to see Twilight and Spike.”
Flare Warden bowed again. “My apologies, Prince Bolero, but Princess Twilight has left town for the weekend.”
“She has?” Shining asked with a raised eyebrow.
Flare nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. She and the Elements of Harmony have left for Las Pegasus. Something about…” She tapped her chin. “A rampaging wraith? Or maybe it was a Wonderbolt derby? I’m not quite sure.” She smiled sheepishly. “In any case, she is not here, Prince Armor.”
“Oh.” Ears flattening, Shining glanced towards Bolero.
Bolero hummed. “I see. And Spike?”
Flare beamed. “Oh, Sir Spike is still here!” A beat. “Er, I mean!” She waved a forehoof. “Not that he wasn’t invited to go with the others, Your Highnesses. He most certainly was. He just declined the invitation.” She chuckled. “My apologies.”
“No need.” Bolero glanced up at the castle balcony before asking, “Spike has been acting strange lately, hasn’t he?”
Flare nodded. “Oh, yes, my Prince. Quite strange.”
Bolero turned to Shining. “Well, I suppose we can still check on Spike. What do you think, dear? Would Twilight mind?”
Looking up, Shining narrowed his eyes. A flicker of green and purple flashed at the edge of his vision. The faintest hint of a spade-shaped tail flicked through the darkness beyond the balcony, then disappeared.
Shining turned back to him. “If she does, I’ll handle it.”
Bolero nodded towards the guard. “You’re dismissed for the evening, Dame Flare Warden.”
Flare’s eyes widened. “R-really?”
Bolero nodded again. “Really. Enjoy your evening. And maybe,” he said with a wink, “head down to the tavern and find yourself a pretty mare.”
Tangerine fur flushed scarlet. “H-h-heh, umm, I-I, er—”
“Or pick some of those daffodils that are just coming in. They’re Twilight’s favorite, you know,” Shining added, winking as well before saluting her.
“Y-y-yes, my Pr-Prince! Thank you!” With another set of nervous chuckles and a trembling salute, Flare Warden was off, scampering down the steps.
“About time somepony said it.” Shining laughed as he opened the doors. “I’m surprised you hadn’t said it yet.”
Bolero flicked his mane in mock annoyance. “My dear Shining Armor, when have I ever interfered in the love lives of ponies?”
Holding the doors open, Shining clicked his tongue. “Bolero, what did your parents ever tell you about lying?”
As Bolero entered the castle, he gave Shining’s muzzle a petulant flick with his tail. “That it would be useful when dealing with facetious stallions. Now, let’s find Spike. Oh, Spike!”
After the doors closed behind them, silence was his reply.
Shining looked around the castle foyer, surprised to see only a few lamps burning in the otherwise darkened room. The dim light did not last for long. With a spark of blue light, Bolero lit his horn, sweeping his spell around the room.
“Spike?” Bolero asked again.
Silence again.
Shining stepped forward, sparking his own spell. I know I saw him on the balcony, he thought. It isn’t like Spike to hide.
“Where could he be?” Shining thought aloud.
“I’m not sure.” Bolero looked down several hallways splitting off from the foyer. “I hope he isn’t hurt,” he said with a frown. “Maybe we could—”
“... Nnng… Grrr…”
Shining’s eyes darted towards the stairs that lead to the library.
“—Split up and then we mi—”
Laying a forehoof over Bolero’s lips, Shining nodded towards the stairs. Once Shining removed his forehoof, Bolero pricked his ears in turn and waited.
”... Nnnnn…”
Shining caught eyes with Bolero, who nodded in silent confirmation.
Shining started up the stairs, Bolero following, wings flared, eyes alert. Their hoofsteps rang out a steady rhythm, though the strained sounds continued.
When they reached the very top of the stairs, Shining knocked on the library door.
“Spike? Spike, you in there?” Shining pressed his ear to the door. ”It’s Shining and Bolero, we—”
Several thuds, multiple curses, and a crash were his answer. The din of breaking glass followed, along with a loud, unmistakable growl. ”Dammit! Fucking lamp!”
Shining called out, “Spike?! Are you alright? We—”
The door yanked open.
“What?!”
In the threshold stood none other than the dragon himself. About a foot taller than Bolero when standing at his full height, he met the stallion eye-to-eye now, slumped over. His tail was stiff, the spade pointed towards them like a cobra ready to strike. Bloodshot-eyes, he snorted onto Shining and Bolero’s muzzles, billowing hot steam.
Behind him was the library, where books, scrolls, and quills laid in disarray, along with a single crystal lamp, broken into shards.
Strangest of all was what Spike held in his claws... and where.
A thick, dusty tome laid over Spike’s torso, his claws digging into the book and ripping the cover.
“What do you want?!” Spike barked.
Flinching at his tone, Shining started to reply, but Bolero cut him off.
“Hi there, Spike,” he said with a smile. “How are you this evening?”
“Terrible!” Spike snorted, smoke rising from his nostrils this time.
Bolero tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
Spike said with a scoff, “Oh, you tell me, Bolero. How would you like getting barged in on your own home, huh?”
“Barged into what?” Shining asked.
Spike stared at him, his snarl replaced with confusion, before he blushed bright red. “N-nothing!” His glare returned, brow furrowing in spite of his rosy cheeks. “Anyway, Twilight left for the weekend, some ‘saving the world’ shit or whatever, so do you guys mind?”
Again, Bolero smiled. “Mind what? Can’t we come visit you as well?”
Shining gave his husband a sideways glance. Bolero’s better at diplomacy. Better keep my mouth shut. He smiled and nodded.
Spike moved his claw down to the book. “W-well, I guess, but—but you didn’t even tell me you were coming!”
A surge of heat spread through Shining’s cheeks. Oops. “Errr… right.” He gave Spike a flustered smile. “Sorry, that’s my fault. You see, Twilight wrote me yesterday and—”
“Wrote you about what?”
Shining bit his lip. “Well—”
“Mind if we come in, Spike?” Bolero asked. “It might be easier to discuss this when we aren’t in the stairwell.”
Spike’s ear scales flattened. “Well… alright.”
Clapping his forehooves together, Bolero said, “Excellent!” He brushed past Spike and walked into the library.
Shining watched as Spike turned around, his gaze following Bolero. The dragon’s hostile demeanor seemed to evaporate with each hoofstep, his tail resting on the carpet.
Lighting his horn, Bolero said, “And don’t you worry about the mess. That’s our fault for startling you. Let me clean this up.”
Bolero began collecting the books into a pile. Shining noted that Spike continued to stare, his pupils following the alicorn’s every move.
Shining stood beside Spike, watching him.
Once Bolero finished putting the books away, he said, “Now, let’s take a look at this lamp.” He trotted over to the mess of glass on the floor. Bending over, he assessed the damage. “Hmm, well, this isn’t too bad…”
Beside him, Spike’s pupils dilated. His snakelike tongue flicked over his lips. A thin shin of saliva covered his lips as his claws trembled, holding the book against his torso.
Is he… drooling? Shining stared at Spike, then glanced over at Bolero’s exposed rear.
Although the stallion’s tail was lowered, covering his most intimate parts, his supple, yet firm flanks were displayed for both males to see, bouncing in time with his movements as he cleaned up the glass.
Oh, that’s why. Huh, can’t blame him, actually.
Shining then heard that same sound—only louder, and right beside him. He glanced sideways to see Spike hanging onto the book for dear life, a whimper escaping his lips.
What Shining saw made him as pink as his husband’s coat.
Beneath the heavy tome, Spike’s dragonhood emerged from its sheath. While the sheath itself, along with his underbelly scales, was a light green, his member was a light pink in color. Tapered at the end, rather than flared like a stallion’s, it bore a sequence of rough, ridged scales up its shaft, all the way to its spade-shaped head.
Transfixed, his own member beginning to stir in its sheath, Shining let his eyes fall lower.
A pair of light-green balls rested beneath Spike’s hardening member. Spike’s tail lifted, almost flagging, at the same time as he stiffened, revealing his small, tight pucker—a sheen of sweat already coating his entrance.
“All done!” Bolero disposed of the broken glass in a trash can beside Twilight’s writing desk, then extinguished his horn. “Everything’s all cleaned up, no harm done. I’m sure we can just find another lamp and—”
Bolero fell silent, staring straight at Spike, whose eyes were closed, sweat dripping down his forehead. Bolero caught eyes with Shining, then motioned him over.
Once Shining joined his side, Bolero cleared his throat. “Err… Spike?”
“H-huh?” Spike’s eyes flew open, then darted down to the book in his claws. That same blush sprang to his cheeks with a vengeance. “O-oh shit!” He snapped back up to the stallions. “U-uh! I—!”
Biting his lip, Spike pushed the book against himself. “I—! Uh!” Rubbing his nape with a free claw, the book almost falling from the other, he muttered, “Um—I—I—”
“Spike, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Bolero said. “It’s perfectly na—”
“Leave! Leave, right now!” Spike hissed, slamming the book against his hips. Groaning, he swayed back into the bookshelf, knocking several books loose. A cascade of books fell around him, one knocking the book in his claws free.
As Spike fell to his rump, Shining took in the sight of his unrestrained member. It sprung up proudly, a tiny bit of precum already glistening on the tip. Shining bit his lip as he emerged from his own sheath.
From the corner of his eye, Shining saw his husband do the same, his wings rising alongside his stiffening cock.
“Fuck!” Spike slammed his eyes shut. “Of all the damn times it has to do this, it has to be now!” He buried his face in his claws, shaking.
“Spike?” Bolero asked gently. “What do you—”
“Twilight wrote you guys saying I was sick, didn’t she?” He made no effort to conceal himself now, his eyes burning once more with anger. Shining swore he could see the fire roaring behind his pupils. “I knew she would! She just couldn’t leave me alone, all when this started—”
“When what started?” Shining asked. “Twilight said you were having trouble sleeping. That you were being hostile to her, and couldn’t stop scratching.”
Spike looked away.
“Is that true, Spike?” Bolero stepped towards him.
Shining noticed his husband’s gaze shift towards Spike’s shaft once more, but said nothing, for his own did the same. In the resulting silence, he stood beside Bolero, waiting for Spike to respond.
After a moment, Spike sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He fidgeted with his claws. “I… Started feeling this way a few weeks ago. It just keeps getting worse. I-I wasn’t itching, but…” If it were possible, he flushed an even deeper scarlet. “I-I couldn’t exactly… relieve it when Twilight was around. S-so I thought scratching would help.”
Shining nodded. “I understand, Spike. When I was going through puberty, I had the same idea.” He laughed. “Didn’t exactly help, though.”
“But I’m not going through puberty, Shining.” Spike groaned. “I already had my growth spurt a few years ago. I don’t know what this is, but it’s fucking annoying.” He glared at his upright member. “And this won’t stop no matter what I do.”
Crossing his hind legs, Shining tried not to think of his growing excitement, of the arousal stirring in his loins. Stop… The solution to his problem can’t be—
“Spike, you said this started a few weeks ago, right?” Bolero asked.
Spike nodded, face still in his claws.
Bolero smiled. “I think I know what’s going on.”
Spike removed his claws from his face. “You do?”
“Well…” His smile widening, Bolero said, “You said this happened a few weeks ago. That would be the beginning of autumn, right?”
Spike slowly nodded.
Bolero asked, “Do you remember when you, Twilight, and the others went into the Everfree to meet the Heart of the Forest? When you met King Aspen?”
Shining tilted his head, but Spike nodded.
“Spike,” Bolero said with a laugh, “ponies aren’t the only ones who go through heat. Deer do too. It’s called rut for them. But it’s only the bucks who go through rut, not the does.”
“So, you think I’m in—” Spike made air quotes with his claws—"'rut'?”
Bolero nodded.
“But he’s not a deer, dear,” Shining said.
“Right, but the signs are all there,” Bolero said. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Mood swings… Excessive arousal… Unable to sleep or relax… As odd as it seemed, Shining found no reason to disagree. “I… I suppose so.”
“So, what am I supposed to do?” Spike asked. “Because, the, uh, usual way of relieving myself isn’t… uh, working.”
“That’s what marefriends are for, Spike.” Bolero winked. “I’m sure you have all the mares flocking to you now that you’re all grown up.”
Spike twiddled his claws. “Uh… N-not really…”
Chuckling, Shining said, “Well, Spike, if you want, we can take you down to the tavern and help you find a nice mare who might—”
“Astallionisfinetoo.”
Both stallions blinked.
“What was that?” Shining asked.
Silence.
“Sorry, Spike, we didn’t—”
“A… st-stallion is fine too.” Meeting their eyes, Spike gave a weak, twitching smile. “... O-or two of them…”
Shining looked to Bolero, his husband’s eyes as wide as his own.
Spike held up a claw. “I-I’m sorry, I just… Gah!” Facepalming, he rose to his feet. “I-I just, um—”
Bolero laid a forehoof on Spike’s shoulder. “Wait… Spike, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
Spike tore his claws from his face. “I-I’m sorry, Bolero! I-I didn’t mean to—I-I mean, I know you’re married and—” he locked eyes with Shining—“a-and I wouldn’t want t-to g-get in the way a-and—”
Shining laid a forehoof on Spike’s opposite shoulder. “Spike…” Lowering his eyelids, he said in a quiet, low tone, “Bolero and I have an open marriage.”
Spike gaped at him. “Y-you do?”
“We do.” Bolero wrapped a wing around Spike and lowered his eyelids in turn. “And if you would like, Spike,” he said, his tone smooth, sultry, smoke on the autumn wind, “we can open that up to include you tonight. Because I think what you need is a bit more than claws…”
Shining released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding as Bolero ran a wingtip down Spike’s chest. The blue-tipped pink feather slid down Spike’s smooth scales, making him shudder, coming to a rest just above his hips.
Bolero smirked. “What do you s—”
“Yes!” Spike shouted. Flames blossomed across his cheeks. “Y-yes. Please,” he said, turning to Shining, eyes wide, expectant, yearning.
Bolero asked his husband, “What do you think, honey?”
Shining Armor answered by bringing a forehoof to Spike’s chin, cupping his cheek, and leaning in close.
Closing his eyes, Shining pressed his lips to Spike’s. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they were rather soft and smooth—almost as soft as his husband’s, but not quite.
Shining held the kiss, wrapping his other foreleg around Spike’s waist. Spike let out a little moan, sending vibrations through Shining’s mouth. Grinning in the kiss, Shining pulled away briefly, only to kiss him again, deeper this time.
Meanwhile, Bolero held Spike close with one wing, then used another to move down to the dragon’s waiting cock. As he kissed Spike’s forehead, then his cheek, and then his neck, Bolero brushed a wingtip over the pointed head of Spike’s member, drawing a buck of his hips with only a feather’s touch.
When Spike moaned in response to Bolero’s touch, Shining gently tapped at the dragon’s lips with his tongue. Spike opened his mouth not a second later, allowing Shining entry. Pleased at his eager acceptance, Shining wasted no time in exploring.
Sliding his tongue inside Spike’s mouth, Shining let out a little moan of his own. The interior of the dragon’s mouth was rather warm. A small furnace, Shining thought, only to shiver when he thought of what other part of Spike might be even hotter.
After basking in the temperature, Shining swept his tongue across Spike’s teeth, noting how contoured and sharp his fangs were. While Shining preferred to be the biter rather than the bitten, still he grew excited at the prospect of feeling those sharp teeth on his own flesh. Spike nibbling at his ears, his neck, his chest, moving ever lower…
But that was no comparison to his tongue.
When Shining brushed Spike’s tongue with his, he couldn’t help but let out another pleasured moan. Spike’s tongue was not only silk soft, but incredibly prehensile. In response to the deep kiss, Spike swirled that thin, long tongue around Shining’s, then suckled on it, coating it in warm saliva.
“Mmmf…” Shining opened his eyes to see Spike staring into his, his face completely red.
Shining pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting his tongue to Spike’s. With a grin, he slid his tongue across his lips, savoring the warmth of Spike’s saliva. “Mm… never thought a dragon’s kiss could be so hot,” he said with a purr.
“Heh, w-well we—ohhhh…” Spike pressed his head against the bookshelf as Bolero’s wingtip cupped around the head of his cock, forming a ring of velvety warmth. He gasped when Bolero began to move his feathers up and down, stroking both the tapered head and the ridged shaft.
“My, my,” Bolero said with a click of his tongue, using a free forehoof to stroke Spike’s chest, “seems like somepony is very pent-up.”
Spike’s long tongue flopped out of his mouth. “Uh-huhhh…”
Watching his husband stroke Spike, Shining felt a wave of warmth and pressure sweep through his groin. His own cock, previously peeking from its sheath, now hardened, extending to its full length. Dark-blue with a set of impressive balls to match, he surpassed Spike in both length and width—but not Bolero.
Bolero, keeping eye contact with Spike as he continued his wingjob, grunted through his teeth as he, too, hardened to full length. Mottled black-and-pink, his stallionhood came with a pair of heavy, black orbs, full of thick, potent semen. The Prince of Love certainly lived up to his title as far as his virility went—Shining knew this all too well.
Well enough that Shining couldn’t help but get an idea. A marvelously wicked idea.
“Oh, I know that look.” Bolero smirked at his husband. “What are you planning over there?”
“H-huh?” Spike weakly raised his head. “Shining, what—”
“Spike,” Shining asked, “do you have any lube?”
Spike nodded stiffly. “Y-yeah, but—”
“Can you go get it, please?”
Bolero ceased his stroking and moved away from Spike, answering the question for him.
Huffing, Spike rose to his feet. “Be right back,” he said in a grunt, his desperate cock gushing precum. He ran off, leaking with each step as he rushed down the stairs.
Rising to his hooves, Shining sparked his horn.
“What do you have in mind?” Bolero asked.
Levitating Twilight’s writing desk over, Shining grinned. “You’ll see.”
Bolero chuckled. “Her writing desk, Shiny? Of all things—”
“We’ll clean up later.” Shining set the desk down. “But for now—”
Stomping back up the stairs, Spike rushed in, a clear bottle with a cork stopper in his outstretched claw. “There—now—why—”
Taking the bottle of lube in his aura, Shining asked, “Spike, could you get on the desk, please?”
While he caught his breath, Spike muttered, “Why would I—” His eyes widened. “O-oh.”
At his hesitation, Bolero said, “If you don’t want to do that, Spike, I could just use my wings, and—”
Spike raised a claw. “I… I do want to. But…” He swallowed. “I’ve, um, n-never really done this before.”
“We’ll go slow. Promise.” Shining tapped the desk with a forehoof. “Now, if you just want to climb up and lie on your back…”
Both Shining and Bolero stepped back as Spike climbed onto the desk, lying on his back as instructed. Shining took this moment to sweep his eyes fully over Spike’s outstretched form.
From his smooth, firm chest, down to his abdominal muscles—not fully toned, instead softened a bit by a lifelong love of sweets—and, of course, his unique erect cock and full balls. Shining licked his lips as he noted Spike’s chest and abs, as well as the tasty-looking thin layer of precum coating his shaft.
“Th-there.” Spike looked up at Shining, cheeks scarlet. “Umm, Shining, could you…?”
Shining started to reply, falling silent when Spike spread his legs. Spike’s tail swept wide to the side, revealing that same taut pucker, to the stallion.
“Of course,” Shining said with a gentle smile, trotting up to that side of the desk.
Bolero moved to the side of the desk near Spike’s head. Looking down, he smiled. “Shining’s going to get you ready for his part, Spike. Would it be okay if we started mine?”
Almost immediately, Spike nodded.
Rearing up, Bolero brought his hips in line with the desk. He aimed his stiffened cock for Spike’s mouth, coming to rest at an angle just above it. The stallion’s balls draped over Spike’s muzzle. The dragon inhaled deeply, moaning quietly at Bolero’s rich, masculine scent. His cock twitched as he licked his lips, almost tasting that strong musk.
Then, after another breath, Spike moved his head back and opened his mouth. Flicking his tongue out, Spike slowly drew it across Bolero’s tip.
“Go on, Spike,” Bolero said, voice near a whisper as he braced himself. “Go at your own pace…”
As Shining uncorked the bottle of lube, Spike made another exploratory lick. His pink, thin tongue brushed over Bolero’s cock, eliciting a small grunt from the stallion. Spike responded with another flick of his tongue, this time down the shaft.
Bolero cooed in approval. “Mmm, just like that…”
While Spike continued to lick the shaft, drawing his reptilian tongue up and down Bolero’s firm length, Shining used his magic to coat his own pulsing cock in a thick layer of lube. The cool sensation sent a tingly wave of pleasure through his length. He spared no amount until he was gleaming in the light of the library’s remaining lamp.
When he was finished, Shining looked up to see Spike wrapping his tongue around Bolero’s cock, embracing it it with his tongue. Bolero’s wings trembled as he thrust his hips forward, a deep, baritone moan escaping his throat. “Haaah… N-now you’re getting it…”
And while Spike’s focused on that… Still holding the lube in his magic, Shining stuck out a forehoof and poured out another generous layer. Then, he moved forward, hoof outstretched, aiming for that tightness beneath Spike’s tail.
The sensitive skin beneath his hoof was beyond warm, a welcome contrast to the chill of the lube. Spike moaned at the intruding forehoof prodding at his entrance, although he didn’t look up from Bolero’s cock, his tongue now making circles around both head and shaft.
With careful, slow motions, Shining spread the lube all over Spike’s entrance, using the tip of his forehoof to prod as much inside as he could. He grinned as Spike squeezed around the hard tip, his strong muscles already responding to the stimulation.
“Th-there you go, Spike,” Bolero murmured, bucking his hips and grinding his cock against Spike’s tongue. “N-now, why don’t you try—that’s it, open…”
Spike opened his mouth to let Bolero inside. Inch by inch, Bolero pushed first the thick head, then the girthy shaft, into Spike’s mouth, until his balls came to a rest against his chin.
Gurgling, Spike brought his claws up to Bolero’s testicles, cupping each in a claw. He closed his eyes and gave a long, deep groan, sending vibrations around Bolero’s engulfed cock.
“Haa-aah… Th-there we go… K-keep that up…” Pushing a forehoof down on Spike’s head, Bolero thrust halfway into Spike’s mouth. Then, he gradually pulled back out, keeping a forehoof on Spike’s head all the way.
“H-hey, Shiny,” Bolero said. “Did you know that dragons can’t gag?”
Before Spike could say anything, Bolero gave a mighty thrust, slamming all the way back in.
“Mmmmmrf!”Spike brought his claws to Bolero’s hips, holding him in place. He slurped eagerly, his tongue wrapping around the stallion’s length.
Panting in pleasure, Bolero exclaimed, “D-don’t leave him hanging too much longer, Shiny! H-he’s earned his reward!”
“That he has…” Shining grinned. After checking over both his own cock and Spike’s entrance, he tossed the bottle of lube aside. Satisfied that both were ready, he reared up, pushing his forehooves down on the desk.
Lining up his hips, Shining pressed his head against Spike’s entrance. He merely rested the tip against his sensitive flesh, poking, probing, teasing him.
Spike thrashed in response, pushing his hips down, bringing himself against Shining’s cock head. Shining pulled back, only for Spike to squirm further.
Licking his lips, Shining said with a chuckle, “Looks like somepony wants to be fucked…”
Spike replied by bobbing his head up and down Bolero’s length, his cries of necessity muffled by the throbbing, pulsing stallionhood in his mouth.
“D-don’t be a tease, Shiny.” Bolero stuck his tongue out.
Shining laughed. “I suppose you’re right.”
Bolero groaned. “A-as I always am.”
With that, Shining gradually pushed his hips forward. Ever so carefully, he breached past that tight ring of muscle, taking care not to make any sudden movements. The entrance yielded to him after only a bit of effort. Spike cried out around Bolero, but didn’t push back, only opening his legs further to Shining.
As Shining entered him, the first, most overwhelming sensation he experienced was the heat. Never before had he felt such a hotness like this embracing his cock. Like a thousand tongues of fire, it swarmed him, trapping him in its inferno of warmth. First the very tip, then the head itself, and, finally, the shaft. All of it experienced the caressing warmth, making him grunt, groan, and try not to climax then and there. Spike’s virgin entrance welcomed Shining Armor, formerly tight muscles giving way to his firm cock, until he came to a stop at the thick medial ring.
Breathing hard, Shining asked, “Sp-Spike, is it okay if I—”
The dragon’s tail whipped around Shining’s hind legs, pulling him forward as the spade smacked his rump.
Bolero laughed. “I-I’m guessing that’s a yes!”
After a laugh of his own, Shining braced himself on the desk, driving his forehooves into the wood. With a deep breath, he pushed even further inside, using slow, yet firm strokes. Each was accompanied by a small pause, letting Spike get accustomed to it.
Electric sparks of pleasure pulsed through Shining’s groin, spreading through his veins and setting his nerves afire. The intense pressure inside him felt far greater than he could have imagined. Waves of warmth washed over Shining’s length with each motion, until, finally, Shining’s balls rested against the base of Spike’s tail.
Looking up, Shining saw that Bolero had found his own rhythm. The stallion continued to pant and groan as he drew his hips back, sliding all but the head of his massive cock out of Spike’s furnace of a mouth before thrusting back in. Spike moaned continuously, his tongue eagerly wrapping and flicking around the wide shaft with each thrust.
Bolero, wings at full length, sweat dripping down his forehead, met his husband’s eyes, and leaned forward.
Shining gasped, then groaned as Bolero kissed him deeply. His familiar soft, warm lips sparked a surge of proliferating pleasure, joining with the growing pressure in his loins, and spurred his first thrust.
Shining withdrew all but the head from Spike. Then, in time with Bolero’s increasing kisses, he began to push back in.
At the same time, Bolero synced his thrusts with the kiss, drawing out, and then pushing back into Spike’s warm, wet, receptive throat.
Between the two stallions, Spike writhed in the throes of his pleasure, his feet twitching, tail thrashing, the desk creaking under him. Above him, both stallions pinned his limbs with their forelegs, holding him down.
Opening his mouth to his husband’s invading tongue, Shining deepened their kiss. While keeping his grip on Spike’s squirming feet, he swirled his tongue around Bolero’s, massaging it, suckling on it, giving it deep strokes of his own. Bolero responded in kind, sucking on Shining’s tongue, twisting his around his husband’s as their kiss grew hotter, wetter, deeper, sharing breath and taste and rhythm.
Both stallions matched that tempo, drawing back and thrusting forward into Spike’s wet, warm holes in time with each other. Shining felt his heartbeat soaring through his chest and throbbing in his cock, his climax looming with each mighty squeeze of Spike’s powerful inner walls.
As Bolero made the kiss sloppier, wetter, sucking furiously on Shining’s tongue, Shining knew that he, too, was growing close. Bolero increased both the speed and strength of his thrusts, his heavy balls pressing against Spike’s face with each entry, all while the dragon’s tongue struggled to fully please him with each passing second.
“Mmm… Haaah…” Briefly breaking the kiss for air, Shining pressed his forehead and his horn against his husband’s. “Bo-Bolero, I’m close.”
“M-me too, Shiny! Nnngg…” Wings quaking, Bolero gasped. “L-let’s give Spike his reward for being so good…”
This time, Shining was the one to crash into Bolero’s lips, kissing deeply, greedily. Pushing his tongue into Bolero’s mouth, he grabbed his husband’s tongue and sucked it deeply, his groans adding to the chorus of ecstasy ringing through the library.
Hips bucking with wild abandon, Shining directed their thrusts as they embraced, Bolero soon following his pace. Now buried in Spike all the way to the hilt, Shining withdrew only halfway before thrusting back in as hard as he could. Each stroke tapped against the dragon’s prostate, making him groan, squirm, and thrash, eager to milk the pulsing cock inside him for all it was worth.
Bolero shook the desk with each thrust. His enormous cock glided past Spike’s lips and straight into his throat on every motion. His balls, heavy with seed, smacked audibly against the dragon’s muzzle with each thrust.
Eyes closed, Spike sucked hungrily at the shaft, using that prehensile tongue to spread as much of his warm, thick saliva across it as he could.
In their kiss, Shining felt Bolero gasp and pull away. Wanting to share this moment, Shining grabbed Bolero’s cheek and mashed their lips together, right before Bolero cried out into his mouth.
With one final, mighty thrust, Bolero slammed past Spike’s lips. The head of his cock flared, shooting spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum directly down the dragon’s throat.
Spike moved his claws from Bolero’s balls to his hips, holding him in place. He swallowed hungrily, gulping Bolero’s load down, excessive cum spilling out the sides of his lips.
While they deepened their embrace, moaning, groaning, panting between kisses, Shining felt the tension in his shaft grow until, finally, he tipped over the edge.
An intense burst of white-hot light, almost like fire, overwhelmed Shining’s senses. The most intense, all-encompassing pleasure spread over him. Nothing but relief and ecstasy filled his mind as the head of his cock flared and he began to pump his own hot, sticky spunk inside Spike, coating his inner walls with generous amounts of that thick, rich cum.
Feeling that incredible, fulfilling warmth in his throat and rear, Spike was thrown into his own climax. With a sound somewhere between a gurgle and a roar, Spike sprayed his own stomach and chest with splatter after splatter of fiery hot, thick semen. Spurt after spurt erupted across his scales, until his ridged cock finally slid back into its sheath, satiated at last.
Like a flame rising, then falling to ash, Shining rode out his zenith, until, panting like a billows, he opened his eyes.
Bolero had already broken the kiss and pulled away from Spike, his softening cock spurting final bursts of cum on the dragon’s forehead and cheeks as he withdrew. With slow, deep breaths, Bolero dismounted the desk, his wings falling limply to his sides.
Gasping, Spike brought his claws to his swollen belly. “W-wow… I never would have guessed you’d cum so much.”
Shining gently pulled out of Spike, exiting with a pop. A steady trickle of cum pooled onto the desk and carpet in his absence, adding to the already exhaustive cleanup that would come later.
That was solved partially by a burst of magic from Bolero’s horn, cleaning up the desk, the carpet, and Spike himself.
“Th-thanks,” Spike said, slowly rising to sit on the desk. “Ow.” He groaned as he sat up, then groaned again as he moved down to the floor to stand on shaky legs.
With a sheepish grin, Shining chuckled. “Heh, sorry there, Spike. Might be a day or two before you can walk normally again.”
Spike shrugged. “Well, at least Twilight won’t be back before then.”
Bolero smacked Shining’s side with a wing. “Don’t encourage him, Spike. He hasn’t rutted anypony that hard since our wedding night.”
Spike coughed. “Well, uh, happy to be the second, I guess?”
Bolero wrapped a forehoof around him. “Heh heh, just teasing, Spike. How are you feeling now?”
“A lot better, actually,” Spike said with a contented sigh. Smiling at both stallions, he drew them in close for a hug. “Thanks, you guys.”
The three shared a hug.
As they pulled away, Shining said, “You’re welcome, Spike. I’m glad you’re feeling better. And…” A hint of a blush spread across his muzzle. “Thank you for letting us be your first time.”
“If you ever have to deal with rut again, you know who to come to. And who to come to.” Bolero winked.
Both Shining and Spike groaned.
“What?” Bolero raised a forehoof. “That was funny!”
Shining facehoofed. “No it wasn’t, dear.”
Bolero smacked him with his tail. “Oh, hush.”
“Wait a minute…” Spike frowned. “Does that mean you guys are… leaving tonight?”
Both stallions shared a brief glance before shaking their heads.
“Of course not.” Shining leaned in to nuzzle him. “In fact, I cleared our schedules for the weekend before we left, so we can stay here until Twilight gets back, if you like.”
Spike smiled. “That would be great.” He raised a claw. “Though, one thing…”
Bolero batted his eyelashes, grinning. “Yeeeees?”
“Next time, I’m gonna be on top.”