> The Witches of Everfree Manor
>  by KnaveOfSpades
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> Chapter 1
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“Padfoot! Where are you, boy?!” The man called as he plodded through the forest. Spike Ddraig was a man in his late twenties, standing at nearly six feet tall, with bright-green hair that stood up on its own and emerald green eyes. He had been out jogging with his German shepherd, Padfoot, when the animal suddenly decided to bolt off into the nearby forest. “Years of training, years of loyalty, and now he wants to be disobedient?” he grumbled to himself. “Padfoot!”

Spike delved further into the forest, picking up the pace. The sun began to sink into the horizon, and he knew searching for him then would be all but futile. Despite it being the middle of summer and the temperature being close to one hundred degrees, the air started to feel chilly. Spike rubbed his arms for warmth. “C-crazy weather we’re having,” he said shivering.

Minutes ticked by and the man was no closer to finding his dog. Just as he was about to give up, Spike heard a woman’s voice. He hurried to the source, hoping the person had seen his pet. Spike reached a clearing with a lake and quickly stopped. Standing at the water’s edge was a woman, stark naked. The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties with smooth, flawless skin. She had long violet hair that went down to her feet. Plump lips that had a perpetual pouty look. Long legs and slender arms. The woman had an otherworldly beauty, but that wasn’t the most striking thing about her. Her breasts and ass were incredibly huge. A single breast was bigger than her head, probably more than double in size. Her ass was a mountainous curve of flesh with wide swaying hips. The combination of her assets gave her this perfect hourglass shape. Every movement she made caused her tits to jiggle and her butt to bounce.

The man’s breathing became heavy and he felt his pants start to become tight. He watched the woman with her bewitching appearance and absent-mindedly rubbed his groin. Spike was so taken by the woman he almost didn’t notice Padfoot was with her. The large black German shepherd stood by the woman and allowed himself to be pet by her. The violet-haired woman ruffled his face and scratched his ears, cooing at the canine. 

“Padfoot?” Spike breathed. Padfoot was trained to not attack people, but also to not simply approach strangers without his permission. Spike scratched his head, baffled by both the behavior of his dog as well as the woman he stumbled onto in the forest. He wanted to go over to her and thank her for finding Padfoot, but at the same time he like doing so would be incredibly bad. As if he wandered to a place he shouldn’t be. 

Spike felt something brush against his side and her turned to see a large white…tiger? That can’t be, Spike thought. Tigers don’t live in this part of the world. Yet, here it was. Green eyes staring at him intently. As Spike stood absolutely still, trying not to agitate the animal, he noticed some peculiar things about it: like the purple ribbon tied to its head, or the collar around its neck studded with gemstones. And, was it…purring? The man turned more towards the out of place tiger and lost his footing. He tumbled down the embankment and cracked his head against a rock. His consciousness began to fade. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the large-breasted woman kneeling over him. Her clear blue eyes filled with worry.



Spike’s eyes fluttered open, and he felt a dull pain in the back of his head. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sore spot. The man noticed he was in some strange bed. It was a four-poster bed with purple curtains. Spike turned and saw a bird with a bright red and orange plumage perched on the night stand. It looked at Spike with its oil-black eyes before taking off through the open door. Not knowing what else to do, Spike decided to follow it. The building he was in appeared to be a spacious Victorian house. There was two, no, three levels, he believed. He was on the second floor and overlooked a large open area of the building.

“Where the hell am I?” he said to himself. 

There was a thumping of footsteps above Spike, and he leaned over the banister trying to get a look at whoever else was in here. He caught a glimpse of bright-pink hair bouncing away and considered finding a way upstairs, but there a flash of red and he saw the bird turn a corner. Spike sighed and continued following the animal. The crimson bird led him down a long hall to a door with an ornate sun pattern etched into the from and painted gold. The door opened by itself and the bird flew inside. Spike approached the slightly ajar door and paused. He heard several voices inside and wondered if any where friendly. Well, he’d come this far, it was too late to back down now. Spike pushed the door open and stepped inside the room.

The inside of the room was dimly lit, most of the light came from a pulsating source in the center. The five women in the room all turned to Spike. In the low light he was able to make out that one of them was the woman from the forest, albeit clothed, and that all of them had similarly outrageous proportions. The woman furthest from Spike smiled and spoke first. 

“Mr. Ddraig, you’re here, excellent. We were about to fetch you, but Philomena informed us that you were on your way.” The woman indicated the brilliant red bird sitting on a perch a few feet away. She stepped from behind the glowing object, which Spike realized was a cauldron, and moved towards the man. 

Spike wasn’t a short man, but this woman towered over him. She had long multicolored hair that seemed to glow with its own light and appeared to move on its own. The woman’s breasts were enormous. Possibly a little bigger than the first woman’s breasts. Her ass was shapely and gave her a similar hourglass appearance. She wore what appeared to be several white sheets, wrapped around her body and held together with a golden chain. Six-inch platform heels were strapped to her feet. Spike was so enraptured by the woman’s appearance he almost didn’t notice the pale-golden sun marking right above her cleavage.

“W-who are you people? How do you know my name? What is this place? Why are your tits so huge?” Spike fired off several questions at once after breaking out of his stupor.

The towering woman smiled and answered his many questions. “I am Celestia. We saw your name on your driver’s license. This is the Everfree Manor. As for our ‘tits’, well, we’re witches.”

“You’re witches? What? Wait, Everfree Manor? I thought that place was haunted?” Spike scratched his head in confusion.

The women giggled at that last statement, except the one to Spike’s left. She gave a ‘Tch’ instead.

“Don’t believe everything you hear, dearie,” Celestia said placing a hand on Spike’s shoulder and ushering him closer to the cauldron. She waved her other hand and a chair scooted itself behind the man, forcing him to sit down. “Come, come. Let’s introduce everyone. You’ve already met Rarity.” 

She indicated the violet-haired woman, who smiled and waved.

“That’s Rainbow Dash.”

Standing next to Rarity was a woman who was at least a head shorter than Spike. Like her namesake, she had rainbow-colored hair that was tied back in a pony tail. A toned, athletic body with a flat stomach. While she wasn’t nearly as endowed as the other women in the room, Rainbow Dash did have breasts the size of soccer balls and hips with considerable width. She grinned at Spike and gave him a playful wink.

“Over there is Fluttershy,” Celestia continued.

Across the room was a woman with long pale-pink hair. She was considerably shorter than the rest, even more so than Rainbow Dash. This only served to exaggerate the size of her breasts. They were perhaps double the size of Rarity’s own tits and effectively hid her crotch. They were so big, in fact, that they obscured much of the lower half of her body. Fluttershy gave him a meek smile and nodded.

“And finally, we have Applejack.”

Spike turned his head to get a look at the woman standing by the door. She was significantly tall, at least six and a half feet, Spike guessed. Blonde hair that trailed down to her knees and tied in a loose braid. Sun kissed skin with a splash of freckles across her face. The woman was noticeably muscular, no two ways about it. Strong arms and powerful legs with a set of six pack abs. Like Rainbow Dash, she wasn’t as endowed in the chest department, but her hips were another story. If ever the term ‘birthing hips’ could be applied to anyone, it would be Applejack. Spike figured she could give birth to full grown men with her sheer size. Applejack cocked an eye at the man and sneered at him.

Like Celestia, Spike noticed the others had a marking on their chests as well. Rarity had three light-blue diamonds; Rainbow Dash had a cloud with a multicolored lightning bolt shooting out from it; Fluttershy had three pink butterflies; and Applejack had three red apples.

“You’ll meet the others later, but for now let’s get down to business,” Celestia moved to the cauldron and produced a long wooden paddle. She dipped it into the cauldron and stirred its glowing contents.

Rarity squealed and bounced over to Spike. She plopped her plump ass onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey there, cute stuff,” she whispered.

Celestia sighed and shook her head. “Rarity, I know you have the first go since you brought him in, but please don’t play with him just yet.”

“Aww, why not?” she said nuzzling his face. “He’s just so cute.” Rarity began to wiggle her butt on Spike’s lap.

Spike gave a little squeak as he felt himself start to get hard.

“Oh? And it seems he’s just as eager to play,” the violet-haired woman gave a coy smile.

Celestia massaged her temple and stepped away from the cauldron, the paddle continued to stir itself. She opened a nearby cabinet and pulled out a large porcelain bowl. “Fluttershy, if you would?” she turned to the pink-haired woman.

Fluttershy nodded and stood up. Spike had initially believed the woman to be short and impossibly stacked, but this was further from the truth. In reality, Fluttershy was almost as tall as Celestia and, standing next to her, almost as endowed. The woman grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her breasts. Spike made a choking sound as Fluttershy’s breasts flopped down, exposed for all to see. Fluttershy then pressed her hands to her tits and began to work them in a rhythmic fashion. Back to front, top to bottom. She repeated this until milk began to dribble from her nipples. 

Spike bit his lip and resisted the urge make any lewd comments. 

“Naughty boy,” Rarity teased. “Are you enjoying the show? Well, you’re gonna love what comes later.”

Milk started to spray from Fluttershy’s tits and Celestia brought the bowl up in time to catch the liquid. After nearly a minute, the milk stopped flowing from the woman’s breasts and more then half the bowl was filled. Celestia dipped a finger into the warm fluid and licked it.

“Mmm, sweet, as always.” She reached up and patted Fluttershy on the head. “Good girl. Alright, Rarity, you’re up.” She turned to the woman sitting in Spike’s lap.

Rarity pouted by complied. “I’ll be right back, darling,” she gave him a peck on the cheek and stood up. The violet-haired woman ran her middle finger over her snatch for a few moments before plunging it into the soft entrance. In and out she worked herself and soon added her index finger. She used her thumb to tease her clitoris. With her experienced hand, Rarity had her feminine juices trickle out of her pussy in no time. The woman moaned softly as Celestia readied the porcelain bowl. She held the bowl between the woman’s thighs and let her vaginal fluid spill into it. Celestia removed the basin and returned to the cauldron. She slowly poured the mixture in and took the paddle in hand once more.

“Darling, catch me,” Rarity sputtered as she staggered towards the green-haired man. Spike instinctively held out his arms to help the ‘falling’ woman as she collapsed into his lap again. “Good boy,” she cooed as she ruffled his hair and nuzzled his cheek.

Spike turned his attention to Celestia, who was still stirring the paddle. The contents of the cauldron had turned to a shade of lavender and little blue sparks would jump out. 

“So, um, I gotta ask: are you guys, er, ladies, gonna eat me?”

Celestia stopped what she was doing and stare at Spike perplexed. She then began to laugh loudly, causing her massive breasts to jiggle violently. “Oh, haha, I needed that. No, dearie, we’re not going to ‘eat’ you. Well, not in the sense you’re thinking. Almost done here.” Celestia peered into the cauldron.

At that moment, the relatively quiet Applejack pushed herself off the wall and stormed out of the room. “Ridiculous,” she muttered and slammed the door behind her.

Everyone remained motionless at the blonde’s sudden outburst, exchanging confused and startled looks. 

“What was that about?” Spike asked breaking the silence.

“Oh, don’t mind Miss Sour Apples,” Rainbow Dash answered. “She just doesn’t want to involve someone who’s not part of a coven. Give her some time, she’ll sweeten up to you.”

“Indeed, that girl can be quite stubborn when she wants to be,” Celestia added.  She slowed down her stirring as the cauldron became a deeper shade of lavender. Even more blue sparks popped out. “Alright, kids, it’s finished.” Celestia waved her hand and a glass flask materialized. She filled it with the glowing purple liquid and corked it. “Hope you two have fun,” she said with a wink.

Rarity took the flask and bounced off Spike. She pulled him off the chair and led him out the room.

“Wring him dry, Rares,” Rainbow taunted.

Spike followed the buxom woman through the seemingly endless building. Up a flight of stairs, down a long hall, and around several corners. Finally, Rarity stopped in front of a door with a blue diamond painted on it. The inside of the room was dimly lit like the previous one but was differently decorated. One wall had a table with a sewing machine on it with several swatches of fabric hanging on racks. One corner had an easel with sketches strewn about. And there were quite a few pictures of women wearing intricate dresses hanging from the walls. On the far side sat a queen-sized bed. Rarity waved a hand and the covers flew off.

“Okay, darling, why don’t we slip into something more comfortable?” Rarity waved a hand again and her outfit dissolved away. The woman let out a sigh of relief as her breasts bounced free of their containment. “Don’t leave a lady waiting, darling. It’s rude.”

The man gaped at the display in front of him before snapping back to reality. Not wanting to displease her, Spike quickly stripped his clothes off. Rarity took a moment herself to admire the naked man before her. Spike had a muscular build that wasn’t too muscular. “Oh, my,” she said fanning herself. Rarity felt herself growing hot and she knew the reason why. The seven-inch flesh rod that hung between Spike’s legs, and it was already at half-mast. Rarity reached over and gave it a light rubbing. “That’s quite the ‘wand’ you have there. Maybe we can work some magic with it?”

Spike lay face up on the bed with Rarity standing over him. She swayed her hips back and forth and pressed her hands into her breasts. Spike stared up at her, drinking in all her features. Rarity then sat herself down on the man’s torso, ensuring his growing erection was between her plush butt cheeks. 

“Are you a succubus?” Spike asked plainly.

Rarity chuckled as she plucked the glowing flask nestled in her cleavage. “Heavens, no, darling,” she purred as she uncorked the bottle. “We’re witches, don’t you remember? Besides, there are real succubi out there. Though, they’ve been calling themselves ‘sirens’ these days.” Rarity brought the flask to her plump lips and tilted its contents into her eager mouth. She guzzled down the glowing purple liquid and licked her lips once finished, tossing the empty flask aside.

“What was that stuff?” Spike inquired.

“You’ll see soon enough,” Rarity winked at him.

And did he ever see. Within a matter of seconds Rarity’s breasts began to swell. It was slow at first but quickly picked up speed. Her already massive tits grew and grew. Her areola widened and her nipples became erect. Rarity pressed a hand to her ballooning assets and moaned in pleasure. A blush spread across her face and she bit her lip. Her breasts began to touch Spike’s torso and he could see a white fluid starting to leak out from her nipples. When Rarity’s boobs finally stopped their growing, they were the same size as Fluttershy’s, and their soft and heavy mass lay on Spike. Milk dribble from her twitching nipples. Rarity was panting lightly, and she felt Spike’s fully erect penis push into her fat ass.

“So, you took a potion to make your boobs bigger?” Spike asked. “I won’t say no to tits, but I can’t help but wonder why? You were already huge.”

“That was just the start, darling.” Rarity leaned forward and moved her breasts towards Spike’s face. “Go ahead, have a taste.”

Spike looked at the gigantic breasts in front of his face, then up to Rarity, then back to her tits. After a moment’s pause, he shrugged and grabbed one of her breasts. It was soft and her skin was smooth. His hands sunk into the elastic flesh as he positioned the dripping nipple. Spike opened his mouth wide and clamped down on her tit. Rarity let a moan escape her mouth as Spike started sucking on it. Hot, sweet milk filled his mouth as he buried his face into Rarity’s massive, fleshy orb. 

“That’s right, darling,” she cooed, ruffling his green hair. “Drink, drink to your heart’s content.”

The green-haired man pulled back for air and turned his attention to the other breast. A bit of milk had pooled on his chest from his negligence and the nipple twitched as if saying ‘Don’t forget me’. Spike grabbed the untouched breast and started drinking from it. 

“Oh, my. Quite the hungry boy, aren’t we?” Rarity teased. “Greedily sucking on my tits like that. One might mistake you for a baby.”

While Spike drank from one breast, he would fondle the other one. He rubbed his hand over the soft flesh, tweaked the nipple, pressed his hand into it until it could no longer be seen. Spike alternated between the two massive flesh orbs. His face became drenched in milk and his hands became slick. As this happened, Spike didn’t notice his cock slowly growing in size. From a relatively modest seven inches, it climbed its way past eight, then nine, then ten. Rarity felt his erection creep up her plump posterior. ‘That’s it,’ she thought. ‘Keep drinking. Longer, thicker, meatier!’

Spike grew tired of switching between Rarity’s breasts and grabbed one in each hand. He pressed her nipples together and shoved them into his mouth. Rarity let out a little yelp at Spike suddenly sucking on both of her tits.

“Spike! You’re such a fiend!” she moaned. A quiver ran up her spine. It felt too good, she thought. “Suckling on my tits like this!”

Spike wrapped his arms around Rarity and pressed his face deeper into her breasts. He sucked on her breasts as if he was starved for food. Rarity’s breathing became heavier and she felt herself grow moist. She grinded her ass against Spike’s still swelling cock and licked her lips in anticipation. As she ran her fingers through his hair, Rarity wanted to take a peak at his manhood, but she wanted it to be a surprise. After what seemed like an eternity of drinking her breast milk, Spike finally pulled himself off her nipples. He smacked his lips and blinked a bit.

“What’s the matter? Full, darling?” Rarity asked in a seductive voice.

Spike shook his head. “No, tap’s run dry.”

“Oh? Oh!” she exclaimed, eyes widening. “Well, in that case, it’s time to move to the next part.”

“What’s the next part?”

“This.”

Rarity stroked the side of his face with a long finger and pushed away from him. Her massive breasts bouncing off his chest. She climbed off him and moved towards his crotch. Seeing his enlarged penis for the first time, Rarity gave an almost inaudible squeak and came a little. Spike’s seven-inch cock had grown an additional five inches and was two and a half inches thick. Veins popped out along the shaft and the entire thing twitched. Not only that, but his balls had grown to the size of oranges. Rarity nearly lost herself just staring at his dick.

“Whoa! What happened to my penis?!” Spike said loudly, getting a look at his own enhanced assets. “Looks like I have a third arm growing outta my crotch.”

“Haha, not quite, darling,” Rarity giggled snapping back to reality. “That’s what this was all about.” She grabbed her still enlarged breasts. “I wanted to have a bit of fun for our first time, so I had Celestia cook up a potion. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off in a few hours.”

“Oh? Well, that’s…good. I guess…?” Spike scratched his head while thinking. “Sooo…now what?”

“Now, this!”

The violet-haired woman seized her breasts and mashed them against Spike’s cock. She wrapped her fleshy orbs around his member until it was completely hidden. Spike let out a moan as Rarity began working her boob job. Up and down, up and down she moved her tits while applying pressure to his penis. Rarity pulled her cleavage apart to expose the tip of Spike’s cock and smiled. Precum dripped from the head and it twitched even more.

“Getting close, darling?”

“Huh?” Spike gasped. His hands gripped the bedsheets tightly and his chest heaved.

“Perhaps this?” Rarity leaned down and gave the head a swift lick. Spike threw his head back and made a choking sound, but he did not climax. “Maybe a little more?”

Rarity brought her mouth to Spike’s penis and wrapped her plump lips around the head. She swirled her tongue on the tip but still nothing. Getting frustrated Rarity decided to go full force. She moved her breasts out of the way and started to push the shaft into her mouth. Two, three, four inches in and Rarity paused for a moment. It was a little bigger than she anticipated. After a moment of mental preparation, Rarity continued swallowing his dick. At five inches the tip hit the back of her throat. Slowly she took the rest of his penis in her mouth, stopping every few inches for a breath. In no time Rarity had his entire length down her throat. 

The woman began working her blow job. Every time Rarity pulled back, she would purse her lips. She worked the muscles in her esophagus as well. Spike’s eyes rolled back as he felt his mind go blissfully blank. More precum dribbled down Rarity’s throat and the woman moved faster. The man let out a loud moan and Rarity quickly pulled herself off his cock. The moment she did his penis erupted with semen. The air filled with Spike’s seed as it rained down on Rarity.

“Mmm, magnificent,” she moaned licking the sticky substance from her fingers.

Spike panted heavily and took a moment to look at Rarity. “Oh! Sorry about that,” he apologized. “You’re covered in my…well…”

“Darling, it’s perfectly fine,” she answered wiping semen off her tits. “This is precisely what I wanted.”

“It is?” he breathed.

“Yes, and now it’s time for the finale,” she waved her hand and the semen disappeared. Rarity then pulled herself away from Spike’s dick and climbed onto the bed. She stood over him with her vagina lined up with his manhood. “Are you ready?” Spike gave a quick nod. “Good.” Rarity lowered herself to his still erect cock and hovered inches from it. She grabbed his length and positioned it with her snatch. Feminine juices leaked from her pussy and splashed onto his tip. She lowered herself a littler more, just enough to tease the head of his penis with her labia. Spike gritted his teeth and clenched the bedsheets. “Well, then, enough,” she pressed the head into her eager pussy. “Playing around,” and slammed the whole thing inside her.

Spike reared his head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure. He had just ejaculated, his dick was still sensitive, and he could already feel another release building up. Rarity, meanwhile, had her voice caught in her throat. She paused for a few moments to get her bearings.  The act of taking all of Spike’s erect cock had caused her to come a little. Her eyes went glassy and her tongue lolled out as pleasure swam through her head. No, no time to lose yourself, she thought.

Rarity lifted herself off Spike a bit and slammed back down on his cock. She bounced herself on his pelvis causing her breasts to jiggle about wildly. Rarity swiveled her hips around every time she pulled up, and every time she brought herself down her large ass rippled. Spike forced his eyes open and looked at the woman on top of him. The sight of her massive jiggling physique made his penis twitch even more. He wanted her. He needed her, he thought. Spike reached up and grasped Rarity’s bouncing breasts. Rarity gasped at this then smiled.

“Naughty boy,” she said leaning forward, bringing her face close to his. “Do you really want to play with my tits that bad? Then, here you go!”

The violet-haired woman took her breasts and shoved them into Spike’s face. She repositioned her legs and continued pumping her hips. “OH, GOD! YES!” Rarity cried out. She quickend her pace and wrapped her hands around his head. “YES! YES! FFFUUUUUUCK!!!” She felt his cock ram into her cervix and her own mind started going hazy. Spike made some muffled sounds but couldn’t quite get it out. “Yes, what is it, darling?” she pulled away from him.

“Gonna cum!” he shouted.

“Go ahead, darling!” she said sitting back up. “Cum, cum as much as you want! My pussy is ready for your seed!” Rarity slammed down on his cock with even more force. With one final motion Rarity brought her hips down onto Spike’s pelvis. Spike rolled his eyes back and pulled at the bedsheets with enough force to tear them. He cried out in pleasure as his cock shot load after load of semen into Rarity’s yearning womb. Rarity had braced herself for the oncoming orgasm but wasn’t ready for how strong it would be. She threw her head back and screamed. Her face flushed and spit dribbled from her mouth. Her chest heaved, causing small ripples in her breasts.

Once both of their orgasms had finished, Rarity looked down at Spike only to find him passed out. She smiled and giggled to herself. “Oh, darling, you were fantastic,” she whispered lying back down on him. Rarity coiled her hands around his head and nuzzled his cheek. The affects of the potion were wearing off and she felt her breasts slowly return to their normal size. “I believe we made the right decision in choosing you. I can’t wait for the other girls to have their way with you.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and let her consciousness slip away.
> Chapter 2
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Spike’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up. Wiping sleep from his eyes, he yawned and stretched. Looking around the room he noticed he wasn’t in his own bed. “Where am I?” he muttered. Something brushed against his side and he turned to see a white Persian cat rubbing up next to him. It had green eyes and a familiar studded purple collar. He reached out to pet the animal and it readily accepted his hand. As Spike stroked the cat a piece of paper on the pillow next to his caught his eye.

It was a note with very elegant handwriting on it:

Dear Spike,

Sorry to leave you so suddenly, but I have to tend to my shop.
Please explore the manor and meet the other girls. I’m certain
They’re very eager to meet you.

Love you lots, darling. XOXO
Rarity

P.S. Be nice to Opal. She can be a bit finnicky with new people.

Spike looked down at the white furball that had curled up in his lap and purred contentedly. “So, your name’s Opal? Well, kitty, sorry about this, but I gotta get out of bed.” He scooped up the cat and placed her next to him. Opal mewled in disappointment but turned away and licked her paw. Spike gathered his clothes and got dressed. He left the room and looked around the place. “So, where to?”

The man’s first thought was to find some water and possibly food. His throat was parched, and he could feel the early pangs of hunger. Spike turned left and hoped he could find the kitchen. After five minutes of walking, Spike was lost. He had seen the Everfree Manor from the outside plenty of times and had a vague grasp of how big the building should be. At least, he thought he did. Hallways stretched on forever, and every corner would lead to another portion of this labyrinth.

“I must be going mad,” he mumbled to himself. “Where’s a window to the outside? Where’s anything?”

Spike rounded another corner and slammed into someone. Books went flying everywhere as Spike fell hard on his butt.

“Oh, drat. And I just alphabetized those, too,” a woman’s vice said.

“OW! What did I just hit?” Spike looked up and his eyes. 

On the floor with him was a woman with long indigo hair with a raspberry streak running through it. She had violet eyes with lavender eyeshadow. Like the other woman Spike had met so far, she had tremendously large breasts, though not quite as big as Rarity’s. A marking of a small hot pink star surrounded by several smaller white stars sat right above her cleavage.

“I’m so sorry,” Spike immediately apologized. “I didn’t mean to run into you.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention, again.” The woman began gathering her dropped books. “Oh, you’re Mr. Ddraig. It’s nice to meet you.” She said getting a look at Spike.


“Spike is fine, but how do you know my name?”

“Celestia told me you were here. Said you were with Rarity first,” she answered standing up. “So, how was she?” she said coyly.

“Uh…good?”

“Haha! Come on, no need to be shy!”

“I’m not, I just don’t know how to answer that…um…”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Twilight Sparkle,” the woman introduced herself and held out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Spike shook her hand. “Yeah, same. So, where are we?”

“Didn’t Celestia tell you already?”

“She did, vaguely. But I mean where are we in the manor? I got kinda lost.”

“Yeah, this place does take a bit of getting use to. Follow me.” Twilight turned and started down the hall, Spike quickly followed

“Uh, hey, do you know where I can get some food? I’m getting a bit hungry.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have Pinkie whip up something for you.”

“Is that another one of you…?”

“Ya-huh.”

Twilight led Spike through the manor. Around several corners, down another long hall and finally up a winding staircase. She stopped in front of a door with a pink six-point star painted on it. The inside looked like a small library. Tall shelves that were crammed with books lined the walls. One corner had a wingback chair and a side table with a lamp on it. The ceiling was at least two stories high and a rolling ladder was attached to the wall. At the far end of the room sat a writing desk. It was covered in loose parchment paper, several bottles of colored ink, and a feather quill. Twilight moved to an oak cabinet and opened it. Inside were dozens of flasks with glowing liquids. She looked over them and grabbed one with a light-blue fluid in it. 

“Here, drink this,” she returned to Spike and handed him the flask.

“Uh, what is it?” he said looking at the bottle skeptically.

“Oh, it’s just a little nutri-potion I cooked up myself. It has carbohydrates, electrolytes, vitamins, minerals…” she listed off various aspects of the ‘nutri-potion’. “It’s basically a sports drink, but waaaay better.”

Spike looked at Twilight then at the flask. He shrugged and popped the cork out. With one last reluctant sigh he brought the flask to his mouth and emptied its contents. Despite the curious glow, the ‘nutri-potion’ was not warm in the slightest. Instead it was cool and refreshing, like a glass of ice-cold water on a hot summer day. Spike finished the potion and smacked his lips. He felt good. No, he felt better than good, he felt incredible. His body was no longer sore, the kink in his neck was gone, and he felt ready to run a marathon.

“Wow, that’s some pretty good stuff!” he exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve felt this good in ages.”

“Yeah, it’s super good.” Twilight bounced over to Spike. She leaned forward a little and pushed her breasts out. “Soo, how are you doing?” she started to wiggle her butt a little.

“Um, good. I think?” he answered scratching his head. “It’s been a weird time here.”

“Is that all? Just good?” she gave him a playful smile.

“Well, I guess having sex with Rarity was amazing. I mean, I’ve never done it with a woman with tits that big.”

“You like big tits, don’t you?” Twilight inched closer to Spike. 

“I won’t say I don’t. And being practically smothered by them was fun.”

“Do you like my tits?” She pressed her ample chest against his torso.

“Are…are you trying to flirt with me?” Spike cocked an eyebrow at the busty woman.

“No…yes…I mean…” Twilight stumbled over herself, flustered. “Look, I’m not as good with this as Rarity or Rainbow Dash. They can just naturally turn on the charm and flirt with someone like it’s as easy as breathing.”

“Well, you’re not much worse than me,” Spike said placing a hand on her cheek. “I’m kinda terrible at it, and I haven’t had a girlfriend in five years.”

“Oh, screw it,” Twilight exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck. She pulled him in for a kiss and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Spike was thrown of guard at first but quickly adjusted to the situation. He wrapped his arms around Twilight’s waist and squeezed her firm butt. His tongue entangled with hers. Twilight moaned and directed one of his hands to her breasts. Spike massaged her tit before working his hand beneath her top. His hand sunk into the flesh and he teased her nipple with his thumb.  Twilight pulled away from Spike and both breathed heavily for a moment.

“Got tired of the small talk, I take it?” he joked.

“I couldn’t help myself,” she said licking her lips. “Seeing you got me a bit hot and bothered. Come on, let’s get more comfortable.” Twilight began pushing him back into the room.

“Hey, hey! Wait!” he started protesting. “Aren’t we gonna-oof!” Spike fell back onto a queen-sized bed. “Wait, what? Where’s the desk?”

“Tee hee, you keep forgetting we’re magic, don’t you?” she asked climbing on top of him.

“It kinda slips my mind.”

Twilight waved her hand and her outfit dissolved into a sheer baby doll with white lacy panties. She waved her hand again and all, but Spike’s boxers flew off. “Someone’s ready to go, I see.” She purred as she reached behind to grab his growing erection.

“How could I not be? I’ve got these lovely melons right in front of me.” He grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing them like an excited child.

“Uh-uh, naughty boy. You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Twilight said pulling his hands off her supple boobs. She swiveled around and faced Spike’s crotch, plump butt in his face. With her thumbs hooked on the waistband of his boxers, Twilight slipped them off. Spike’s half erect cock flopped out and Twilight stared at it for a second. She took his length in her hand and gently squeezed it. 

As Twilight worked with his dick, Spike reached up and pressed his hands into her ass. The woman looked behind her and bumped her butt on his chest. “No getting ahead of yourself.”

“I can’t help it. Your ass is so good.” Spike craned his neck and pushed his face between her butt cheeks. “Mmm, so soft.”

“Hmph, well, I guess we can move things along.”

Twilight snapped her fingers and a flask filled with a glowing orange liquid flew from the cabinet and into her hand. 

“W-what do you got there?” Spike asked nervously.

“Just a little something I wanted to test out.” She popped the cork out and poured the contents onto his genitals. Once the flask was empty, Twilight began massaging Spike’s cock and balls. “Let’s really work this stuff in.”

“Wait, what are you-AAaahh!” Spike let out a moan as a wave of pleasure washed over him. The mysterious fluid plus Twilight’s handiwork sent his mind into a tizzy.

As she massaged his genitals, Twilight could feel the potion starting to work. Spike’s testicles began to swell in her hands. They grew to the size of plums, then to oranges, and kept on growing. Twilight leaned down and took the tip of his penis in her mouth. She sucked on the head and tasted precum seeping out. By the time Spike’s balls had stopped swelling they were bigger than grapefruits. His cock was fully erect and dripping with precum.

“What just happened?” Spike groaned, his head spinning.

“Just a little potion I invented. It increases cum production in the subject,” Twilight looked over her shoulder. “And, judging from the result here, it is a tremendous success.” She cradled his balls and gave them a playful squeeze.

“The hell do you…mean?” Spike sat up and peered around Twilight to get a look at his genitals. “Why do I have cantaloupes between my legs?”

“I’d say they’re more mangoes, really. Maybe grapefruit?” she said coyly. “I said increased cum production. What exactly did you think that meant?”

“I dunno, higher sperm count?” he said, exasperated, throwing up his hands.

“Well, you certainly have a higher sperm count, now.”

“Whatever,” Spike sighed. “How long until this will this last?”

“Oh, this isn’t time based. No, unlike other potions, it ‘wears off’ when you ejaculate enough times.”

“Alright, let’s do this.”


Twilight was on all fours and Spike was right behind her. His hands gripped her firm ass as he rammed his cock into her wet pussy. He had his legs spread far enough apart to let his enlarged testicles swing comfortably. Every time he thrust his hips her plump butt would ripple like a disturbed lake and her breasts bounced wildly. 

“That’s it, Spike! Keep going!” Twilight shouted. “You’ve already came twice, but your balls are still so full of cum. We can’t stop now!”

Spike grunted and quickened his pace. With a few more thrusts Spike felt himself ejaculate into Twilight’s eager snatch. Twilight could feel herself fill up with Spike’s hot spunk.

“Ooh, three times, and your still not empty,” Twilight taunted. “Better keep going.”

Spike merely sighed and continued pumping his still erect cock.



Spike was now lying on the bed with Twilight on top of him. She rolled her tongue over his as she rocked her hips up and down. Spike, meanwhile, played with Twilight’s breasts. He felt them over meticulously and became quite intimate with them. The weight in his hands, the curvature of her flesh, the placement of her nipples and the best way to squeeze them to make her pussy tighten around his cock.

“Six times, Spike!” she informed him. As if he didn’t know how many times he came. “I wonder how many it will be before your balls return to normal?” Twilight’s belly bulged from all the excessive cum.


Hoping this will be the last time, Spike gave Twilight’s nipples and extra hard pinch. The woman let out a sharp yelp as her vagina tightened and pulsed around Spike’s penis. Spike gritted his teeth as he came for the seventh time. Brushing her hair out of her face, Twilight could feel her stomach stretching with every load shot into her. Unfortunately, this was not the last time.

“Well, it seems seven is not the lucky number!” she exclaimed and began bouncing on his dick once again.


Twilight and Spike had changed positions once more. He now sat at the edge of the bed with his testicles safely hanging over. Twilight was in his lap facing away from him. Spike had his hands wrapped around her legs and was lifting Twilight on and off his dick. The woman’s belly was now so bloated with cum that she appeared to be in her second trimester. Every time Spike slammed Twilight down on his cock, her belly would slosh with the hot sticky semen.

“Even after fourteen times, you’re still going strong!” Twilight turned to Spike. “I wonder how much more you will be able to cum?”

Twilight took her hands and began fondling her own breasts. She kneaded and mashed her soft fleshy orbs with practiced expertise, readying herself for the next climax. With a tweak of her nipples, she caused the walls of her vagina to constrict around Spike’s dick. The man moaned and felt his cock twitch as he neared climax. Twilight then gave her nipples a hard twist, sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine. Her pussy pulsating violently.

Spike’s balls churned as they unloaded a particularly large amount of cum. He continued to shoot load after load of semen into Twilight, pushing her already distended belly out even more. After nearly a minute of furiously ejaculating, Spike was finally finished. He let go of Twilight and collapsed onto the bed. Balls returned to normal and spent in more ways than one.

Twilight took a few deep breaths to regain her composure and looked down at her belly. She was now so full of cum that she looked as if she was full term and ready to give birth. With a bit of effort, Twilight slid off Spike’s cock and lay down next to him. Taking care not to spill any of the seed swirling around inside her. She cuddled up to Spike and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Belly sloshing with every movement. 

“Sleep up, Mr. Ddraig,” she murmured. “You’ve got a full day ahead of you.”
> Chapter 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

CONTENT WARNING: GIGANTIC BREASTS; LACTATION; COCK EXPANSION; GIANT COCK





“Hoot.”

“…” 

“Hoot.”

“…” 

“Hoot.”

“Alright, alright. I’m up,” Spike grumbled as he sat up in the bed. He yawned and clicked his back into place. Turning to his right, Spike spotted an owl perched on the side table. “Well, that’s different.”

“Hoot.” The owl ruffled its feathers and flew off through an open window.

“Nice to meet you too,” Spike stood up and grabbed his clothes off the floor. “This is turning into a trend.” He turned to the bed to find Twilight still asleep. 

Spike slipped his clothes on and took a moment to sniff them. “Phew, gonna have to wash these, soon.”

“Mmm, don’t put the chocolate in the cheese, it’ll go bad,” Twilight murmured in her sleep. Spike chuckled and moved to her side. He brushed hair out of her face and rubbed a thumb across her cheek.

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

“Welp, I guess some food would be nice,” Spike answered his talking stomach. “Twilight did say someone called ‘Pinkie’ was going to make something for me.”

With that in mind, Spike moved to the door and stepped outside. He descended the winding staircase that led to Twilight’s room and paused for a moment. Spike had temporarily forgotten that the manor he was in was a giant labyrinth. The layout was a mystery and with one wrong turn he could end up lost forever. 

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

“No use waiting around for someone to hold my hand,” he muttered to himself. “Let’s try the right.”

Spike flung himself into the twisting halls of Everfree Manor. Left, right, left, left, down a long hallway. After ten minutes of walking, Spike was nowhere closer to a kitchen or food. As if mocking him, every door he tried was either a broom closet, a bedroom, or a bathroom. One, he could have sworn, was a combination of all three. Just as he was about to give up hope, Spike spotted a couple of people heading towards him.

It was two women, and one was dragging the other by the hand. The first woman appeared older, perhaps in her late thirties. She had long midnight blue hair that seemed to shimmer in the light. A slinky black dress clung to her figure and accentuated her curves. The front of the dress had a deep V cut and showed off her cleavage. While her breasts weren’t nearly as big as Twilight’s or Rarity’s, they were a respectable size and bounced enticingly. A silver crescent moon marking right above her breasts. However, the same could not be said about her ass. Nearly half the width of the hallway, or at least it appeared to be, the woman’s posterior commanded attention. Her butt stuck out like a shelf and each cheek wobbled like jello. With every step, the woman’s wide hips sway seductively. Spike was so entranced by their hypnotic movement that he almost walked right into her.

“Oh, excuse me. Sorry about that,” he apologized flattening himself against the wall.

“You. I have not seen you before,” the woman turned to Spike. “Wait, you’re that Ddraig person, aren’t you?”

“Yes?”

“Celestia informed me about you. I am Luna, Celestia’s sister,” she introduced herself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, but we must cut our meeting short. I have to punish this one here.” Luna wrenched forward the woman she was dragging behind her.

The other woman appeared to be around Spike’s age. She had shoulder length sky-blue hair that was swept to the side. Large breasts squeezed into a purple leotard and a decent sized ass bounced around. A magician’s wand with a blue swirl marking was seen above her breasts. The woman stared at him with her violet eyes, terror visibly on her face.

“Come along, Miss Lulamoon,” Luna commanded, yanking on the younger’s hand. “You’re in need of a serious punishment.”

“No, Mistress Luna,” the woman pleaded. “Trixie will be a good girl. She promises.”

“It’s far too late for that. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Ddraig. I do hope you enjoy yourself here.”

“Yeah, nice meeting you, too,” Spike waved as he watched the two women disappear around a corner. “Well, okay then. I’m still no closer to finding food.”

The man scratched his head and continued down the hall. He came to a T in the path and stopped for a minute. Spike looked left to see more of the same looking hallway. He looked right to almost the exact same thing. Just as he was about to turn left some movement caught his attention. Spike moved towards it and recognized a familiar black shape.

“Padfoot?” he called to his dog. The animal remained still and paid him no mind. Becoming worried Spike quickened his pace. “Padfoot!” he called again. The dog darted down an adjacent hall and Spike broke out in a run. Spike rounded the corner to find Padfoot nearby being petted by a familiar face.

“Who’s a good dog? You are,” the pink-haired woman knelt beside the German shepherd, ruffling his face. “You are sooo cute, and well behaved. “Oh, hello Mr. Ddraig.”

“Hello…um…Fluttershy, right?” Spike greeted the woman. “Just Spike is fine.”

“It’s nice to meet you again, Spike. I was just saying hello to your friend, Padfoot, here,” Fluttershy gave the dog a pat on the head and stood up.

Spike was aware of the woman’s height and size already, but he didn’t know just how big she really was. Now, however, he could see just how enormous Fluttershy was. Spike guessed she was over seven feet tall and was barefoot at that. Her breasts were so immense that Spike was sure he’d have trouble wrapping his arms around even one of them. With Fluttershy standing at full height, Spike was effectively staring her right in the breasts. He could simply lean forward a bit and be lost in those tantalizing pillows. 

“Padfoot here was just telling me that you’re such a wonderful master who takes good care of him,” she said leaning forward.

Spike was caught off guard by Fluttershy’s massive cleavage that he almost didn’t hear her. “Um, what? Yeah, I do everything I can for him. Wait, how did you know that?”

“Tee hee, I can talk with animals, silly,” Fluttershy teased Spike and ruffled his hair. She turned, nearly smacking the man in the face with her boobs and started down the hall. “Come on, I’ll show you to my room. Get this one something to eat.” She indicated to Padfoot.

The green-haired man followed the massive woman with her jiggling breasts. ‘I could go for some food too,’ he thought to himself. 

After a few minutes of walking, Fluttershy stopped in front of a door with a pink butterfly painted on it. The inside consisted of mostly a large open area with several fenced in pens. The floor was hardwood with some straw covering parts of it. At the back of the room was set of stairs that led to a loft. A variety of animals were inhabiting the pens, including several rabbits, two deer, four squirrels and a… brown bear?

Spike reeled at the sight of the bear and nearly screamed.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Fluttershy turned to Spike, trying to reassure him. “He’s friendly.”

“Well, if you say so,” Spike eyed the bear cautiously. “So, what’s with all the animals?”

“I’m a vet, and occasionally take in sick or wounded animals,” she explained. Fluttershy moved to a cabinet with Padfoot closely behind. All the animals bustled in their pens as she passed. She pulled out a small plastic bowl and a can of dog food. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you,” Fluttershy said to the rowdy animals. 

Fluttershy began making rounds around her room, dispensing food to the different animals there. Oats and wheat for the deer; pistachios, grapes and corn for the squirrels; a head of lettuce for the rabbits; and a slab of raw meat for the bear. Fluttershy approached the bear without caution and fed it directly. Spike merely gaped at the sight of this woman feeding a fully-grown bear.

“Alrighty, you ready, Spike?” she said in her soft voice holding out her hand.

Spike nodded silently and took her outstretched hand. Fluttershy led him up the stairs to the loft. The swaying and bouncing of her butt were getting him hard already. The loft was a sparse room. A queen-sized bed with two tables on either side, a dresser, and chair in the corner were all that was in the room. Fluttershy closed the door behind them as Spike stood there taking in the room.

“A simple room, eh?” he said crossing his arms. “I can dig it. No need for fancy stuff. So, what’s first?”

“This.”

Spike felt Fluttershy’s gigantic tits press against the back of his head. It caught him off guard at first, but he quickly adapted and leaned back into them. He was beginning to relax when he felt Fluttershy’s hands slip into his pants and close around his dick. Spike gasped a little and held his breath. The woman’s hands were like magic. A soft caress with just the right amount of firmness. In no time, Spike’s cock was fully erect and dripping precum. With the last few strokes Fluttershy coaxed an ejaculation out of Spike already. She cupped one hand around the head and caught most of it. Spike’s legs became weak and he slumped into the giantess’ inviting breasts. 

Fluttershy, meanwhile, carefully extracted her hand from his pants and brought the hot sticky semen to her mouth. Her greedy lips slurped up the cum and her tongue licked her hand clean. The woman held the seed in her mouth for a moment, savoring the strong taste. Fluttershy swallowed the load and let out a sigh of content. Her face began to flush, and she leaned on Spike for support, her other hand grasping his dick. “Oh, my,” she breathed. “The taste, the aroma,” he large chest heaving, rocking Spike back and forth. “It’s…making me…so…wet…!”

With his senses recovering, Spike could feel Fluttershy pressing on him. At first, he thought it was due to her mounting orgasm, but the longer he stood there, the more he realized that wasn’t the case. He heard a gurgling sound and began to feel a dampness. The weight increased on his shoulders and he sunk deeper into Fluttershy’s cleavage. Finally, Spike figured out what was happening: Fluttershy’s breasts were growing larger. Not only that, but they were filling with milk. The woman gripped his penis tighter and started to grind against his body.

“Hey! Fluttershy?” he called to her. “Fluttershy!”

“Huh? What?” the massive woman snapped out of her stupor. “Oh, dear. Spike, are you alright?”

“Yeah, just fine,” he waved his hand reassuring her. “How about you? You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, I just need to sit down.”

Spike helped Fluttershy to the bed and eased her down on it. The woman leaned back and gasped for air. Her face was bright red, and her breasts were dribbling milk. One of her hands reached for her snatch and began rubbing it.

“Sooo, what’s going on here?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just…whenever I get horny, my boobies start to produce more milk,” she took one of her breasts and massaged it a bit. After a second, she began expressing milk. “They become so big, and heavy, and swollen…”

“I think they were already big,” Spike muttered to himself.

“Spike? Can I ask you a favor?”

“Uh, sure. What is it?”

“C-could you suck on my boobies?”

Spike stared dumbfounded at Fluttershy. “Uh, you mind repeating that?”

“My boobies are making a lot of milk because I’m horny,” Fluttershy pouted. “Normally, Rainbow Dash helps me with this kind of thing. But, you’re here now. So, I was hoping you could do it for me.”

“Alright, I guess I can help out,” Spike moved closer to the bed. “I mean, I did suck on Rarity’s tits earlier. So, who am I to say more no to more?” He leaned down and started reaching for one of her breasts, but Fluttershy stopped him.

“Uh-uh, not like that,” she said leaning back on the bed. She beckoned Spike to her lap. “Here, could you do it this way?”

“Sure, but why?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Dashie can be a bit aggressive when it comes to this stuff,” she responded looking away. “Plus, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Spike nodded and Fluttershy beamed at him. He climbed into her lap and Fluttershy rested her massive tits on top of him. With this, Spike was nearly covered by her soft and fleshy orbs. Their increased weight combined with the heat from them made him feel oddly secure. Spike grabbed the one tit and positioned the nipple with his mouth. Without any hesitation he latched onto her breast and began sucking on it. Fluttershy threw her head back and moaned. While she did enjoy the roughness of Rainbow Dash, Spike’s gentle touch was a welcomed change. It was as if he knew just the right amount of pressure so as not to make it uncomfortable and hit just the right spot. 

Fluttershy cradled Spike’s head in her hand and tangled his hair in her fingers. “You’re just like a baby like this,” she cooed at him. “Suckling at my booby in my lap. But this part is very manlike.” Fluttershy grabbed his half erect cock with her free hand. She gently stroked it, gliding her fingers along the bottom of the shaft. “Why don’t we make it even better?” She pressed his face further into her breast and he readily accepted it. A faint pink glow surrounded his penis. With every swallow of breast milk, Spike’s cock grew bigger. After only a few minutes his manhood was the same size as when he was with Rarity, and it kept getting bigger. 

The giantess continued working the length of his shaft and felt the stiff flesh start to twitch. She increased the pressure and quickened the pace, causing it to twitch even more. In seconds he shot out a load for the second time. Spike moaned into Fluttershy’s breast but continued sucking on it. 

“Oh, my,” Fluttershy purred. “What a naughty boy you are. Making such a mess everywhere. Don’t worry, Fluttershy will clean it up for you.” The woman scraped cum off Spike’s dick and licked her hand clean. The taste of semen plus the scent of it filling the air made her face hot. Fluttershy heaved her chest as she felt herself climaxing. She threw her head back and let out a soft moan. 

Meanwhile, Spike felt a torrent of milk shoot out from Fluttershy’s breast. He pulled away so he wouldn’t choke on her tit juice and noticed the other was spraying as well. Fluttershy looked down at him and smiled. “Goodness, that felt really good,” she said. “Alright, time for the other breast.” Without warning, Fluttershy grabbed Spike and flipped him to her other breast. He was in such a stupor that he didn’t notice his enlarged penis. Spike just latched onto the nipple and began obediently draining the milk from it. 

Spike’s cock grew ever larger. In only a couple of minutes his penis had swelled to fifteen inches long and three and a half inches thick. It appeared as if he had a third leg growing out from his crotch. Fluttershy, meanwhile, was lost in her previous orgasm and could feel the next wave mounting. She mindlessly worked her other tit, spraying milk everywhere. Soon, the entire lower half of Spike was drenched in Fluttershy’s breast milk. The woman moved her hand from her breast to her slit. She plunged her fingers into her sopping pussy and furiously worked them. The walls of her vagina twitched around her fingers as more feminine juices leaked out of her snatch. Fluttershy let out a whimper as her orgasm finally crested. Once more, her breasts ejected a huge flow of milk. Feeling a little more prepared this time, Spike kept his mouth on her nipple, determined to gulp down every last drop. 

Fluttershy extracted her hand from her vagina and flopped back on the bed. Her chest heaved causing her breasts to bounce. Her face was hot, and her mind was swimmy. Spike, meanwhile, sat up in the woman’s lap, coated in her breast milk. He could feel his own body growing hot and his penis felt painfully erect. The man looked at his crotch and nearly fell off the bed. Spike’s cock was nearly twenty inches long and more than four inches thick. Veins popped out along the shaft, it twitched constantly, and precum leaked from the head like a broken faucet. 

“Hey!” he called to Fluttershy. The woman stirred but did not respond. “Hey!” he said louder shaking her a bit. Still nothing. “I said…HEY!!” Spike reached up and gave one of Fluttershy’s nipples a hard tweak.

The woman gave a sharp yelp and jumped a little. Fluttershy braced herself on her elbows and looked at Spike. “Ouchy. What did you do that for?” she pouted.

Spike motioned to his tree branch of a penis. “Umm! Why do I have a flagpole sticking between my legs?”

Fluttershy peaked over her massive tits at Spike’s enhanced manhood. “Oh, my, that’s quite a thingy,” she whispered to herself. “That’s because you’ve been drinking my booby milk, silly,” she teased Spike. “You remember your time with Rarity?”

“Yeah, something like this happened then, too,” he said scratching his head.

“Well, she used a potion to do that. I can do that naturally.” Fluttershy moved to a sitting position, breasts rippling. She took her hands and started massaging her massive assets. After a few moments milk began spraying from them. “Rarity had a diluted version of my booby milk. I can do so much more with it. A little bit of magic and I can make your muscles grow, or make you taller, or make your penis enormous. The same applies to women. Bigger titties, rounder butts, you name it.”

“This is some crazy shit,” Spike breathed. “Next you’ll tell me one of you can change your entire body.”

“Wellll…” Fluttershy looked away with a sheepish expression. Spike gaped at her in exasperation. “Technically it’s entire coven, but let’s save that for a later date.” She tried to assure him. “For now, why don’t we worry about that?” she pointed to his still throbbing erection.

The giant woman laid back on the bed, massive breasts rolling like a turbulent ocean. She reached down to her crotch and pulled her sopping wet pussy open. “Are you ready to put it in?”

Spike stood there for a moment with his enormous cock twitching in anticipation. He moved to Fluttershy and readied his manhood with her slit. Taking one last breath he, grabbed her legs, pushed them back until they touched the bed, and stabbed his penis into her waiting vagina. Fluttershy’s pussy was soft, hot, wet, and eagerly pulsing. It took everything Spike had not to cum and he wasn’t even halfway in her. Fluttershy let out a soft whimper and bit her lip. 

“Are you alright?” Spike asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said in a voice barely over a whisper. “You’re just bigger than I expected.”

“Heh, been getting that a lot, today,” Spike chuckled. “You wanna keep going?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Spike nodded back and pressed his cock further into her. He slid his penis into the woman and watched as her vagina anxiously gobbled it up. In under a minute Spike was halfway inside Fluttershy. The woman moaned and whimpered, but otherwise showed no signs of backing out. Spike kept up the pressure and pushed the rest of his dick into the immense lady. Fluttershy arched her back and cried out in pleasure. Spike felt the walls of her vagina constrict as she orgasmed. He screwed up his face and resisted the urge to blow his load here and now. Once Fluttershy had calmed down, Spike spoke again.

“Alright, I’m gonna start. Are you ready?”

Fluttershy nodded.

With one final bit of mental preparation, Spike began pumping his hips. Due to his increased size he had to work harder with his thrusting. In and out, in and out. The walls of Fluttershy’s vagina caressed his dick. His head pressed against her cervix with each thrust, and every time he did, she would moan loudly. Spike had been certain his gigantic penis would break Fluttershy, but now he believed she was the only one who could take this size. He watched Fluttershy’s stomach as he saw his dick poke through with each thrust.

“FUCK! FUCK! GO HARDER!!” Fluttershy screamed. “TEAR UP MY PUSSY! MAKE YOUR COCK HE ONLY THING IT CRAVES! RAM THAT GIANT COCK INTO ME! FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR BABY JUICE!!!”

‘Geez,’ Spike thought to himself. ‘Who would’ve guessed this meek woman was a screamer?’ He increased the speed of his thrusting and Fluttershy arched her back again. She then grabbed her breasts and brought them to her mouth. The woman winked at Spike and clamped down on her nipples. Fluttershy began suckling herself, swallowing mouthfuls of breast milk. Spike thought it weird but brushed it off as something she did during sex. After nearly a minute of suckling, Fluttershy released her breasts. Her face was flushed, and she gave Spike a knowing look. He raised a confused eyebrow at her and continued slamming his dick into her snatch. A few seconds later, Spike learned what Fluttershy’s look was for. The walls of her vagina tightened around his dick. Spike stopped thrusting and doubled over onto Fluttershy. He nearly came from that.

“YES! TIGHTER! TIGHTER!” she hollered, twisting her nipples. “FUCK MY TIGHT PUSSY, SPIKE!! MESS ME UP!!!”

Spike took a moment to compose himself. Fluttershy tightening her pussy was enough to bring him close to cumming. He figured it was best to wrap things up. Fucking this woman was incredibly tiring, especially with the extra gear he was packing. Spike breathed in and out and pushed himself back into position. He braced his arms against Fluttershy’s legs and began pumping his hips again with increased vigor. Fluttershy squealed as the man rammed his cock into her slit, his shaft rubbing against the inside of her pussy. Spike could feel his orgasm getting closer and thrust faster. With one final motion he slammed his penis all the way to the base, pushing into her cervix. Spike’s cock pulsed furiously as it unloaded inside Fluttershy. Ropes of hot sticky semen shot all over her cervix, painting it with his seed. 

Fluttershy threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. “YES! CUM! CUM INSIDE ME! LET MY WOMB OVERFLOW WITH YOUR SEMEN!! I LOVE YOUR COCK, SPIKE!! I ONLY WANT YOUR COCK TO FUCK ME!!!” Her vagina tightened more around Spike’s penis. It held onto him, desperate to remain connected this way.

With his orgasm finally subsiding, Spike slumped a bit, his breathing ragged. He looked down at Fluttershy, who was busy wiping sweat from her brow. She noticed him and reached up with her hands, pulling him into her enormous breasts. Spike didn’t resist and allowed the giant woman to embrace him. He passed out into her pillowy cleavage, snuggling up to one of her breasts. 

“Tee hee,” Fluttershy giggled, stroking his back. “Even when you’re asleep, you still want my boobies. Dream about my boobies, Spike. Have a nice wet dream about them.” She gave him a kiss on the top of the head and held him closer. “I wonder who you’ll be with next?”
> Chapter 4
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Spike woke up from a dream where he was being crushed to death, only to find he was being smothered by Fluttershy’s massive mammaries. He flailed around and managed to get his head above her cleavage. Spike gasped for air and took a few deep breaths. “Phew, thought I was a goner.” He looked up to see Fluttershy’s sleeping face. Her eyes flickered back and forth, and she snored lightly. 

He was about to call out to her but decided to let her sleep. “I’ll just slide on out of here.” He started to move down when he noticed the vice grip around his waist. Fluttershy had her arms wrapped tightly around Spike and showed no signs of letting go. ‘Well, this isn’t good,’ he thought to himself. ‘I don’t want to wake her, but I don’t really want to wait until she wakes up.’

The green-haired man let out a sigh. The gust of air hit Fluttershy in the face and she flinched a bit. The giant woman’s grip loosened a little but quickly tightened again. This gave Spike an idea. He gently blew on Fluttershy’s face, each breath making her squirm a little more. Finally, Fluttershy moved her arms from Spike and furiously scratched her face. Taking his cue, Spike pulled himself from the woman’s cavernous cleavage. No longer surprised to find himself nude in a strange woman’s bed, the man scrambled to the floor and picked up his clothes.

Spike quietly dressed himself and tiptoed out of the loft. The stairs seemed to creak louder than dynamite, but fortunately no one was woken by the sound. Padfoot laid curled up near the bottom of the steps. Spike reached down and scratched the canine behind the ears. The dog stirred from his sleep and looked up at his master, cocking his head to the side. “Hey, buddy. You doing alright?” he whispered. Padfoot merely gave him that goofy canine smile. “Yeah, me too.” He gave the dog a final pat and headed for the door.

“About time you came out! Beginning to think I’d have to go in there and pull you out myself!”

The instant Spike opened the door he was greeted by a woman with rainbowed-hair tied in a ponytail shouting at him. She was sporting black workout pants, a white sports bra, a sky-blue jacket over that, and tie dye running shoes.

“Ssshhh! Keep it down,” he hushed Rainbow Dash. “We don’t want to wake Fluttershy.”

“Psh, Nutter Butter sleeps like a log. You could have a herd of rhinos stampede through her room and she’d be totally out of it,” the polychromatic woman waved off Spike’s concern.

“Well, okay…” He stepped out of Fluttershy’s room and closed the door. “So, am I going with you now?”

“You got that right, big guy! Let’s go!” Rainbow Dash grabbed Spike’s hand and began running down the hall.

As the rainbow-haired woman led Spike through the manor, he got a better look at her. Toned legs pumped quickly, and firm butt bounced up and down. Dash’s jacket flapped as she ran, and Spike caught a glimpse at her sleek back. Everything about her was trim and athletic, and Spike guessed she had no excess body fat. Well, except for one area. Rainbow Dash had considerably large breasts for someone as slim as she, though, they were comparatively small. However, Spike knew breasts weren’t made of fat, but rather breast tissue. So, it wasn’t impossible for a woman as small as her having jiggling water balloons for a chest.

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

“Um, hey!” Spike called to the woman. “You don’t think we can get some food first? I’m kinda starved.”

Rainbow Dash pulled something out of her jacket pocket and tossed it to Spike. “Here! Twilight figured you’d need this.”

Spike caught a sports bottle filled with a glowing blue liquid. “A nutri-potion?”

“Yeah, man! Those things will keep you going! I once ran a marathon, drank one, and ran ANOTHER marathon!”

“That still doesn’t help my hunger,” he mumbled.

The two ran through the winding halls of the manor. Up a set of stairs, down another set, through a corridor that was impossibly long.

“So, what’s the deal with this place?” Spike finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, the building is way too big inside! How can all of this fit inside the manor?” he said looking around. “I know it’s pretty big, but not this big!”

“Haha! It’s magic, dummy,” Dash chided. “The manor is as big as we need it to be on the inside. The outside is just for show.”

“Okay, this is all so new and confusing to me.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I don’t,” she shrugged and kept running.

Finally, after ten minutes of running through the winding halls of Everfree Manor, Rainbow Dash stopped. She stood in front of a door marked with a multi-colored lightning bolt shooting from a cloud. “Thank you for riding Air Dash. Please exit to the left,” she joked.

“Well, at least we stopped running,” Spike panted. “Though, I’m a bit winded after that 5k.”

“HA! That was just the warmup,” Dash laughed opening the door.

‘Warmup? Oh god, what does she have planned next?’ he groaned inwardly.

However, Spike was quite surprised upon seeing Dash’s room. It was like a miniature gym inside, complete with treadmills, stationary bicycles, weight benches, and other such paraphernalia that could be found. There was even a corner that had shelving lined with protein bars and a mini-fridge Spike presumed was filled with sport’s drinks. Dash skipped over to a small table with a terrarium on top of it. She reached in and scooped up a tortoise, cradling the animal in her arms.

“Hey, Tank! How are you bud?” she cooed, nuzzling its shell. “Didya miss me?”

The reptile stretched its neck out and playfully nibbled on Dash’s arm. The woman giggled and set the tortoise back in its terrarium.

“Never figured you for an animal person, much less a turtle,” Spike said.

“First off, Tank’s a tortoise,” she shot back jabbing a finger in his direction. “Secondly, Tank’s awesome! He’s always there to cheer me up whenever I’m bummed out.”

“Okay, okay,” he responded holding up his arms defensively. “No need to get so upset. So, what do you have planned here?”

“DUH! We’re gonna get all hot and sweaty with a Sonic Rainboom Workout!” Dash shouted pumping her fist in the air.

“Sonic rain-what’s it now?” Spike said back quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

“Sonic Rainboom Workout! You know, you go to the gym, hire a personal trainer, and do stuff with them?” She asked and he nodded. “Well, it’s like that, only twenty percent more effective.” She crossed her arms and puffed out her chest.

“How is it twenty percent more effective? I’ve worked with a personal trainer before, and it’s, well, pretty effective.”

“That’s because I’m the trainer!” Dash poked his chest. “Now, let’s get sweaty!”

“Alright, but I’m not exactly ‘ready’,” Spike said tugging on his clothes. He may have been out jogging before this whole ordeal, but he wasn’t exactly clothed for the task at hand.

“Don’t worry. I figured you wouldn’t be. So, I had Rarity make a set for you.”

Dash pointed to a table behind Spike. Sure enough, a set of workout clothes were neatly folded on top of it. A navy-blue compression shirt and a pair of grey compression shorts, along with a pair of athletic shoes.

“Oh, okay,” he said picking up the gear. “So, where can I change? Ooh, this feels nice,” he rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

“There’s a place over there,” Dash pointed to a corner where a small changing booth stood. Spike moved to the booth and Dash watched him walk away. “Mmm, that boy,” she muttered clicking her tongue.

Spike squeezed himself into the tight-fitting workout clothes. He pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the booth. Dash whistled her approval. “Alright, Spike. Looking good, there.”

“I feel like a hermetically sealed package,” he said turning around.

“A ‘sealed package’ indeed,” Dash said biting her lip.

“What’d you say?”

“I said let’s get to the workout!” Rainbow Dash grabbed his arm and pulled him to the center of the room. “Gonna start off with some squats. What weight would you like?”

“Uh, fifteen,” Spike answered pulling at the clinging fabric.

Dash returned with a fifteen-pound kettle bell for Spike and a twenty-five pound one for herself.

“Twenty-five? Aren’t you overdoing it?” He said taking the weight from her.

“Phbt, I’ve handled far heavier,” she scoffed getting into position. “Alright, you ready? We’re doing ten reps.”

Spike took up his stance and nodded.

“And down, two, three, four. Up, two, three, four.”

As Dash led the exercise, Spike couldn’t help but check out her body. Her arms tensed while holding the kettle bell steady. Her leg muscles stretching with every squat. Flat stomach holding true and perfect. Her breasts moved very little. Even with the speed they were moving they stayed in place. Spike had to tear his mind away from the woman’s body for fear something else would be flexing its muscles. 

“Alright, done!” Dash stood up and wiped the sweat forming on her brow. “Whew! Starting to feel it! How ‘bout you?”

“Oh, I’m feeling something alright,” he grunted.

“Now, let’s do some push-ups, changing every twenty reps.”

“Sounds good.”

Both got into position on the mat. 

“Alright, we’ll start with normal push-ups. Ready? GO! Two, three, four!”

Rainbow Dash counted as they ran through the exercise.

“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Next! Clap push-ups! You ready for those?”

“Yup!” Spike answered.

“That’s what I like to hear. And down!” clap. “Two,” clap. “Three,” clap. “Four!” clap.

“You know what?” Spike spoke up. “I kinda like this change of pace. It’s nice to just work out and not have to worry about you doing something like suck my dick!”

“Heh, yeah!” Dash responded. She watched as Spike’s body raised and lowered. His biceps bulged and his rippled. Every time he pushed up to clap, Dash would get a peak at something else bulging. The rainbow-haired woman bit her lip and restrained herself.

Once that set of push-ups was done, they moved to side-to-side push-ups followed by hollow body push-ups. Both of them would take turns glancing at the other, sneaking glimpses of their bodies in motion. Spike actually bit his cheek to keep himself from getting too excited, and Dash nearly slipped a couple of times. 

With the push-ups out of the way, the two people stood up and wiped their brows. Spike and Dash were working up a good sweat, and the lithe woman skipped over to the minifridge. She grabbed two bottles of nutri-potion and tossed one to Spike.

“Here, drink up,” she breathed taking a long draft from the bottle. “We’re gonna be doing bench presses next.”

“I feel like I’ve only been drinking these things,” he quipped sipping the refreshing brew. “I’m starting to miss real food.”

“Don’t worry about it. Pinkie’s whipping up something real nice for you,” Dash said tossing the empty sport’s bottle aside. “Her stuff is always super good. So, you wanna have"

“Uh, what?”

“At the bench press,” she said slapping his arm. “I’ll spot ya.”

“Oh, um, sure.” He finished the nutri-potion and threw it away. “I think I can bench two hundred.”

“What? With these guns?” Dash grabbed Spike’s bicep and gave them a squeeze. “I bet you could lift two fifty with these things, easy.”

“Sure, if I really push myself,” he scoffed. “But I’d rather not pop a hernia if I can help it.”

“Playing it safe, then? Alright, I can dig it. Let’s get you loaded up!”

They set the weights for the bench and Spike lays back on it. He takes the bar in his hands and Dash steps up behind him ready to spot. The green-haired man inhales and lifts the weight bar off its hooks and slowly lowers it to his chest. He looks up at the polychromatic woman and nods. She nods back and he starts pushing the bar up away from himself.

Spike steadily raises and lowers the bar. Controlling his breathing and keeping his form proper. Rainbow Dash stays just behind him, keeping count to how many reps he’s done and keeping an eye on Spike. However, her gaze tended to shift away from the weight bar. She watched his taut muscles ripple with every lift of the weight, and her own body began to grow hot. Dash slipped a hand down her workout shorts and began playing with herself. 

“Alright, that’s…unn…ten,” she called out barely stifling a moan. “Wow, you’re pretty good.”

“You doing okay there?” Spike asked concerned for Dash and himself.

“Yeah. I’m doing juh-ust fine!”

“Oookay…Well…that’s…twelve,” he breathed lowering the weight bar. “Are we going to twenty?”

“Yeah…twenty…that sounds goo-ood,” Dash bit her lip as her feminine juices began dripping down her legs.

“And…thirteen…and fourteen…and…”

Rainbow Dash kept watching Spike’s body. His muscles twitched and veins popped out. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her legs felt weak. Every time Spike raised the weight bar, Dash would plunge her fingers deeper into her pussy. She fought the urge to drop herself onto his torso and pull his cock out. Dash took another peak at his bulge and knew it was a losing battle.

Spike had reached rep nineteen when he felt something on his lower body. He looked down to see Rainbow Dash sliding her lithe frame onto his, nimble hands anxiously removing his shorts. “DASH!! What are you doing?!” he cried out, looking back to where she had been then to where she was now.

“Just…getting a look at the ‘equipment’,” she replied. With his shorts now completely off, Dash got a good look at his penis. “Oh, my, that’s quite the dumbbell you’ve got there.” She took the shaft in her hands and began rubbing it. “But it looks like you need a bit of a warmup first.” Dash caressed Spike’s dick and fondled his balls. Soon, his manhood was erect and ready for a workout. “That’s much better. Now, let’s get to the first exercise.” She opened her mouth and easily swallowed his dick. 

Meanwhile, Spike was struggling with the weight bar. Dash suddenly climbing on top of him had thrown him for a loop. Not only that, but her playing with his penis made it difficult to focus. With one last bit of effort, Spike managed to raise the weight bar up and re-racked it. He slumped back on the bench and panted heavily. While not opposed to sex, Spike was a little discouraged that his time with the athletic woman had devolved to it. He felt his face grow hotter as Dash worked her blowjob.

Rainbow Dash steadily increased the speed of her movements until her head bobbed up and down like a woodpecker. She pulled herself off Spike’s cock to catch her breath. Dash licked the shaft as she collected herself. Normally she could go without air for quite a while, and her lack of a gag reflex was something she was very proud of. However, this man here was proving to be very difficult with the task at hand. “Well, I always did like a challenge,” she muttered to herself. 

The rainbow-haired woman reinserted Spike’s cock in her mouth, but this time she took a different approach. Instead of fast reps, she opted for a slow burn. Dash sucked on his dick every time she pulled back. She coiled her tongue around its length and squeezed it tenderly. Every time she pushed her mouth to the base, she would flex her esophagus on the head. Spike threw his head back as he ejaculated into Dash’s mouth. His hips bucked as a huge load of semen shot down her throat. The woman pushed herself all the way down Spike’s cock, eager to drink every last drop of cum. When he finally stopped ejaculating, Spike collapsed on the weight bench, tired from the workout. 

Dash pulled herself off his manhood and smacked her lips. “Mmm, not bad, big boy,” she breathed. “Nice and rich. You really keep yourself healthy, don’t you? Mama likes that.” Dash peered down to see his cock was still erect and throbbing. “Ooh, got a few more in you? You’re shaping up to be some quality man-meat. Now, why don’t we-AAH!!” Rainbow Dash was caught off guard as she felt something grab her well-toned ass. 

Spike got his second wind and was ready for some payback. He had torn through Dash’s shorts and pressed his face into her sopping pussy. He pushed his tongue into her snatch and began rapidly swirling it around in a clockwise fashion. “Hey, wait a minute. Don’t go so faaAAAaast,” Dash moaned as Spike undulated his tongue inside her. He pulled it out and prodded her clitoris. The rainbow-haired woman grew weak and collapsed onto Spike. Her face became hot and flushed and her own tongue lolled out of her mouth. Spike kept up his attack as he worked his tongue deeper into Dash’s slit. Feminine juices poured out onto his face, but that didn’t deter him. In fact, it fired him up even more. Her womanly scent filled his senses and drove him wild. He lapped at her pussy like a dehydrated dog. 

“OH GOD! OH GOD! YES THERE!! FASTER! FASTER!” Dash cried out, losing herself to pleasure. She was so used to taking the lead and always coming out on top, sometimes literally. However, Spike was proving himself to be more than a match for her. With every movement of his tongue, she felt her mind go blank. It was as if Spike knew exactly where to touch her to send waves of pleasure running up her spine.

Meanwhile, Spike was so lost in his desire for ‘revenge cunnilingus’ that he was just wildly licking every spot he could. Juices filled his mouth and he swallowed them without a second thought. His own mind driven with thoughts of payback. He tongue-punched her pussy with all his might.

Dash couldn’t hold herself back any longer and finally came. She let out a scream and arched her back as her fluids squirted all over Spike’s face. He didn’t seem to mind and continued working his tongue. “Alright, alright,” she bemoaned moving her hips away from his face, “You’ve made your point.”

Spike blinked and he wiped Dash’s fluids from his eyes. “What’s the matter, can’t take what you dish out?” he chided.

“Ha! I’m gonna make you eat those words!” Dash retorted. She leapt off Spike onto the padded floor and spread her legs wide open. “Let’s see if you can handle this?”

Without hesitation, Spike clamored off the weight bench and climbed on top of Dash. He lined his still erect cock with her dripping pussy and plunged it in. Dash arched her back and moaned in ecstasy. Her vagina practically sucked Spike in and refused to let him go. He began furiously thrusting his hips creating a squelching sound every time he did. Dash dug her fingers into the foam padding and screwed her eyes shut. Every thrust from this man reached deep inside her snatch, and the head of his penis pressed against her cervix. Dash felt herself going crazy, and she knew she was losing control of the situation. 

The polychromatic woman wrapped her legs around Spike’s torso and pressed her hands to his chest. She pushed against the man and got him on his back. “If you think I’m gonna let you finish on top, you’ve got another thing coming.” Dash then began bouncing up and down on Spike’s dick. Her boobs jiggled and swung about, and her hair tie came loose. She swiveled her hips and ran her hands through her hair. The woman alternated between riding Spike cowgirl position and pressing her body against his. After several minutes of this, Spike could feel himself ready to burst. He grabbed Dash’s hips and forced her all the way down on his cock. Spike ejaculated into her twitching pussy, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth. This caused Dash to climax as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open.

Spike passed out immediately after, his chest raising and lowering with his breathing. Dash fell on top of him, barely clinging to consciousness. She looked up at his sleeping face and smiled coyly. 

“Looks like I win,” she teased, nuzzling his pectoral muscles. “Pinkie’s gonna love you, I just know it. I only hope A.J. will take a liking to you. She can be so stubborn sometimes.” Dash cupped Spike’s face in her hand and gave his cheek a small peck before falling asleep herself.
> Chapter 5
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CONTENT WARNING: ANAL, ANILINGUS, BUTT WORSHIP, SPANKING

Spike woke to the sound of something whirring close by. He sat up and felt his back ache. Pressing against his spine he heard it click into place. “Oooh, gym mats are not good sleeping material,” Spike groaned.

“SLEEPYHEAD FINALLY WOKE UP!” Rainbow Dash yelled from across the room.

The green-haired man turned to see the sporty woman pumping her legs on a stationary bike. Muscles twitching and boobs bouncing slightly as her body bobbed back and forth.

“You’re exercising?” Spike asked flabbergasted.

“Of course! Nothing like a post-fuck workout!” She grabbed a bottle of nutri-potion and took a huge swig from it.

Spike shook his head and stood up. He popped his joints and searched for his clothes. Spike found them on a nearby table, pressed and folded. 

“Were my clothes washed?” he asked picking them up.

“Yup! Had one of our maids take care of that!”

“Okay then.” Spike pulled his freshly laundered clothes on, sniffing the cleanness.

“You wanna join me?” Dash asked.

“Nah, I think I’ve got my own exercise ahead of me,” he said heading for the door.

“Yeah, that’s true!” she jumped off the bike and bounded over to Spike. “Alright, what you wanna do when you leave is go right. Take that first left, then go right, then take the second left. It’ll be the third door.”

Spike mumbled the directions to himself and nodded. “Alright, thanks. Uh, see you around?” he waved goodbye.

“You know it!” She waved her hand energetically. “Or was it right, left, right?” Dash wondered aloud moving to the weight rack. “Oh well, he’ll figure it out.”





Following Dash’s instructions, Spike arrived at his destination. He stood in front of a large wooden door with three red apples painted on the face. “Well, I guess this is it,” he said folding his arms. “She said the third door but didn’t really give me anything else to go by.” He eyed the door and hesitated. Spike sighed and reached for the doorknob. “No use delaying the inevitable, I suppose.” He turned the knob and stepped over the threshold.

The inside of the room was quite unlike anything Spike had seen thus far. The previous rooms he had been in were outlandish in their own way; Dash having a personal gym in hers and Fluttershy looked as though she had a petting zoo. But at least they looked like they belonged indoors. This new room, however, was far from that. Spike did a double take when he walked inside because he thought he just stepped outside. The floor was grass and dirt, with a short path down the middle, and a dozen trees lined each side of the path. Not just any trees; apple trees, of several varieties. 

Spike moved through the indoor orchard, perplexed by its existence. He spotted several baskets filled with the ripe, gleaming fruit. Without thinking, Spike reached out to grab one.

“KEEP YER GRIMY MITTS OFF, YA HEAR!!”

Startled by someone suddenly shouting at him, Spike nearly jumped out of his skin. He took a few breaths to calm down and turned to see who was yelling at him. Spike recognized the tall and leggy woman from before. In proper light he was able to get a better look at her. He remembered from their first brief meeting that Applejack was a considerably tall woman who had strong muscular arms and powerful legs that could probably crush a watermelon. The only thing about her that wasn’t solid muscle were her respectable breasts and her wide hips that housed her large derriere. Spike was positive you could bounce a bowling ball off her ass. She wore a pair of daisy dukes that barely contained her plump posterior, and her sizeable breasts were stuffed into a small red top. A pair of dirt-caked cowboy boots embossed with apple designs covered her feet, and a simple brow Stetson was perched on her head. 

“Oh, uh…I’m sorry,” Spike apologized quickly. He stood up straight and moved towards the woman. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Spi-“

“Ah know who ya are!” she cut him off. Applejack wrinkled her small nose and narrowed her bright green eyes. “Wha’ are ya doin’ in mah room?”

“I was…uh…just following Dash’s instructions,” he answered smiling sheepishly.

“Tch,” she clucked her tongue adjusting her hat. “Tha’ woman. Figures she’d send ya ta me next. Well, tha’, or she simply got the directions wrong. Wouldn’t be th’ firs’ tahm.”

“If you want, I can just leave…” Spike offered pointing to the door.

“No, stay,” the farmer sighed. “I could actually use yer halp. Wha’ with Applebloom being busy with college, and Miss Luna needing Big Mac fer summin.”

“Who are they? If you don’t mind my asking?”

Applejack eyed Spike for a few seconds before answering. “Thar mah fahm’ly.” She took off her Stetson and fanned herself with it. “Applebloom’s mah lil’ sistah, an’ Big Mac’s mah oldah bruthah. ‘Long with mah granny, thar all ah got left.” Applejack stared off into space for a bit, lost in thought.

“Um, so, what did you need my help with?” Spike broke the silence.

“Huh? Oh, righ’. C’mere.” She led him to a group of trees that had blackened limbs and withered leaves. Rotting apples littered the floor at the bases, and the ones still on the branches looked severely undernourished. “Theez three trees here are ‘fested wit’ scale.”

“With what now?” Spike said perplexed.

“SCALE! Theez little buggers that suck the nutriens righ’ outta th’ trees. Rotten lil’ fuckers!” Applejack stomped her foot at that.

“So, what do we gotta do?”

“Well, firs’, we gotta git all th’ apples offa th’ ‘fected trees. After tha’, we’re gonna spray ‘em with a home-brewed pest’cide.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Spike said moving closer to the trees. “Alright, let’s get a ladder and we can start picking them.”

Applejack cocked an eyebrow at Spike before snickering to herself. “Heheh, pick ‘em. Yeah. We gotta better way of doin’ it. Step aside, lil’ man.”

The farmer stepped up to one of the trees and took up a stance. She drew in breath and let it out before rearing back with one of her thick legs and slamming it into the trunk of the tree. The force of her kick was enough to send shockwaves throughout the room. The fruit was knocked free and fell onto the sheets Applejack had prepared earlier. 

“(Phweet) That was impressive,” Spike whistled.

“Heh, ol’ fam’ly trick. Pa used ta be able t’ clear ten…trees…with one stomp to th’ groun’…” Applejack trailed off and turned away.

“You okay there?” 

“Huh? Yeah. Jus’ got sum dust in mah eye,” she turned back rubbing her eyes. “Ah’right, let’s git th’ othah two.”

Applejack knocked the apples off the rest of the infested trees. While she did that, Spike began picking them up and putting them in barrels.

“I thought these apples were no good. Why are keeping them?” he asked.

“They ain’t fit to make inna cider,” she answered wiping sweat from her brow. “But they’ll make fer good compos’. No poin’ in wastin’ ‘em.”

“Huh, didn’t think of that. By the way, what are you growing apples in here for?”

“Ah’m trahin’ t’ groom theez trees inna zap-apple trees.”

“Zap-apple…?” Spike paused.

“Theez bee-yoo-tee-full rainbow-hued apples. They gotta bit of a kick t’ ‘em, but thar crisp, juicy, and oh so flavorful. On’y prollum is they dun’ come natural. Not even th’ Realm o’th Mist can grow ‘em reliably. They make a damn good jam, too.”

“Wait. What’s the Realm of the Mist?” Spike stopped turning to Applejack.

“Y’know, the magic realm? Place where all th’ magical critters live,” she replied.

“There’s a magic realm?!”

Applejack blinked at Spike before slapping her hand to her face. “Those girls dun’ tell ya nuthin’?” He shook his head. “Ah swear they got one thang on th’ brain.”

“What else is there? Next you’ll tell me mermaids and griffons are real!” 

“We’ll cross tha’ bridge when we git t’ it.” They finished collecting the fallen fruit and Applejack moved the barrels to the corner. “Ah’righ’, now we gotta spray ‘em. Follow me.” 

She led Spike to a shed where she pulled out a ladder, a rolled-up garden hose and a screw-on sprayer with the words ‘Pesticide’ scrawled on it. Applejack set up the sprayer to a nearby spigot and leaned the ladder against one of the trees. “’Kay, now, Ah wan’ you t’ hol’ the ladder steady, ya hear?”

“Got it.”

Applejack gave Spike a look before climbing the ladder. “Don’ look at mah ass!”

“Kinda hard not to,” he muttered to himself.

Once at the top, Applejack took the hose and began spraying the leaves with the pesticide. Spike looked away as some of the liquid splashed him.

“Bluh, careful where you aim that!” he sputtered.

“OH, quit being a baby! This stuff’s harmless!”

Spike continued to grumble to himself but didn’t speak up again.

“Ah’righ’, Ah’m cummin’ down!”

The green-haired man looked up to see Applejack’s huge butt move down the ladder. He jumped out of the way in time as the woman climbed off the ladder. Spike turned away, face going slightly red.

“Wha’?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, nothing,” he said hastily. “Let’s get to the next tree.”  Spike grabbed the ladder and moved to the next one.

Applejack eyed him skeptically but shrugged and followed him.

They sprayed the second tree and finally the last. The bottom-heavy woman fanned herself with her Stetson. “Phew, that’s all of it. Thanks, fer yer halp.” She turned on the ladder and started to climb down. However, the rungs were slick with pesticide and her foot slipped on one of them. She plummeted to the ground, or rather onto Spike. With no time to react, the man caught a face full of the woman’s meaty backside. 

“Yeowch!” she cried out wincing in pain. “Sorry ‘bout tha’. Reckon Ah los’ mah foo-AH!!”

Applejack was surprised by Spike suddenly grabbing her ass. He kneaded his hands into the cushiony flesh, fingers sinking in. With his face pressed up against her like this, Spike noticed the scent of apples permeating off her. It was intoxicating and he took a deep breath of it. Feeling emboldened, the man grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. Her ass exposed Spike buried his face into it.

“Now, hol’ on uh minnut! Wha’ d’ya think yer doi-OH!”

The blonde woman cried out as Spike pushed his tongue into her anus. It wasn’t something he normally did, but he didn’t find it to be unpleasant. Sweat mixed with Applejack’s own odor, creating this salty-sweet aroma. Spike breathed it in, letting the vapor fill his lungs. He felt his manhood swell inside his shorts. Further he explored the farmer’s backdoor, undulating his tongue as he did. He folded and rolled his appendage over and over, causing the blonde to moan loudly. She dug her fingers into the dirt, nearly ripping out a chunk of earth. Spike wrapped his arms around Applejack’s backside pressing his face deeper into the fleshy mound. The woman’s eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open, and her breathing became heavy.

Just when it seemed like Spike would go on forever, he stopped. Applejack collected her thoughts and climbed off the man. 

“W-well, I hope ya had y-yer fun,” she said, voice wavering. She brushed herself off and started pulling up her shorts. “Now, we gotta git thee-HEY!”

However, Spike was far from done. He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her against the tree. Perhaps he was tired of being used like a living sex toy, passed around for a turn. Perhaps he was tired of Applejack’s somewhat snippy attitude with him for no reason. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Whatever the case, Spike was taking charge this time. He pulled down his shorts releasing his erect phallus, then pulled down Applejack’s shorts once more. With a better view of it, Spike could see the obvious tan line on her freckled backside. He could also see the words ‘SPANK ME’ written across her wide ass in bright-pink letters. Ignoring that for now, Spike took Applejack’s plump posterior in his hands and pressed his cock between her legs.

“Hol’ on, who said ya coul’-OOOO!”

Spike rubbed his shaft against the farmer’s already wet vagina. Fluids trickled out and coated his dick. Applejack braced herself against the tree and squeezed her eyes shut. Spike continued rubbing his length against her snatch. He had done anal once before and remembered how rough and dry it was. This time he would be prepared. With his dick fully covered in Applejack’s pussy juice, Spike lined his seven-inch shaft with her anus. Hands firmly gripping her juicy ass, Spike stabbed his cock into her.

Applejack arched her back and reared her head. The sudden intrusion of Spike’s penis in her backdoor sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. The initial thrust caused her to climax already. Her knees felt weak and she used the tree for support. Spike, meanwhile, resisted the urge to finish so soon. Applejack’s rectum constricted around his manhood, and her sphincter twitched. He took a deep breath and started pumping his hips. He was slow at first, letting himself get accustomed to the new feeling. Every time he rammed his cock into her anus, Applejack’s ass rippled like jello. Spike dug his hands into the woman’s wobbly backside, proving itself to be the perfect handhold. He looked down at the rippling flesh and took notice of the writing there again. Deciding to obey the message, Spike drew a hand back. 
SMACK!!
His palm struck the broad side of her ass, causing it to bounce violently. The action made Applejack squeal with pleasure and her sphincter tightened around Spike’s cock. She wrapped her arms around the apple tree and pushed against it.

Meanwhile, Spike gritted his teeth. He had not expected the one slapping of her ass to do so much, but he prepared to do it again. 
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
He repeatedly spanked her well developed backside. Punishing it until it had a defined red handprint. Spike couldn’t help himself, there was something primitively satisfying about this. The way her butt would wobble with every smack. Her cute little yelps. His cock practically feeling like it would be snapped off in her ass, the prospect of which excited him a bit. 

The blonde farmer moaned in ecstasy, but still she resisted somewhat. An ounce of pride in her prevented the woman from completely submitting to him. Even with her brain being flooded with pleasure, she didn’t want to yield so easily to this man. Applejack then proceeded to tighten her anus around Spike’s dick, stopping him from thrusting.

Spike felt Applejack’s anus close on his length. He grunted as she began to methodically work her rectum. The pulsing feeling was amazing, and he could feel himself get close to cumming. Not wanting to lose, Spike tried to think up a plan. This proved troublesome as his thoughts clouded with the pleasure in his groin. Then, a wicked idea crossed his mind. Spike leaned over onto Applejack and wrapped his arms around her torso. One hand found its way to her breasts and started squeezing one of them vigorously. The other hand snaked its way to her crotch. He plunged his middle and ring fingers into her dripping slit while his fore finger and thumb pinched her clitoris. 

“AAAAHH!!” she hollered as his hands worked their magic. “W-WHA’ D’YA THINK YER DOIN’?!”

“Just playing fair,” he whispered into her ear.

“THAR’S NUTHIN’ FAIR ‘BOUT THIS?!”

“Then you’re not going to like what’s coming next.”

Without hesitation, Spike craned his neck and lightly bit Applejack’s ear. The woman practically fell over if it weren’t for the fact that she was bracing herself against the tree.

“NOOO!!! IF YA D’ THA’, I MIGH’ JUS’ FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!”

The woman’s scream echoed throughout the miniature orchard. She pushed so hard against the apple tree that it started to uproot. Spike felt Applejack climax into his hand and decided he should finish as well. With one last thrust, he ejaculated into her large ass. He felt Applejack go limp and caught her in his arms. Spike eased her to the ground and started to pull out when he felt her sphincter tighten once more.

“Nuh-uh,” she panted. “Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya hear?”

Resigned to his fate, Spike cuddled up to the muscular woman. Her hot, sweaty body felt comforting, somehow. Applejack wiggled her butt a little, eliciting a mild groan from Spike. She smiled and drifted off to sleep.
> Chapter 6
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

CONTENT WARNING: BBW, BELLY WORSHIP, FOODPLAY

The smell of dirt and apples filled Spike’s nose. His eyes fluttered open and he found his vision obscured by golden locks. Still in Applejack’s room. The peculiar indoor apple orchard. As he blinked sleep from his eyes, Spike noticed he was also still in the same position that he was in from earlier. Nestled up close to the blonde farmer his face buried into her sweat soaked hair. He also noticed that one of his hands was grasping one of her breasts. And that she was holding his hand there. Something brushed against his head and he craned his neck to see what it was.

Upon moving his head, Spike found himself face to face with a brown and white border collie. The canine sniffed his hair and licked at his face. 

“Morning to you as well, I think,” he mumbled.

“Huh? Wuzzat?” Applejack sputtered, woken by the noise. “Oh, hey there, Winona,” she said pulling away from Spike. The dog trotted over to the woman, yapping in delight. Applejack fixed her shorts and scratched the animal behind the ears. 

“Didn’t know you had a dog,” Spike said fixing his own shorts.

“Granny was prolly takin’ her out fer’a walk,” she replied standing up. “Musta brough’ her back recently.”

Spike stood as well, and Winona pranced over to him. She rubbed up against his leg and he bent down to pet her. “She’s friendly enough. Padfoot would probably love to play with her.”

“Heh, yeah, tha’ migh’ be nice,” Applejack said turning away. She moved to the far side of the room and came back with a basket of apples in her arms. “Here, got summin’ I need ya t’do.”

Raising up, Spike reached out to take the basket. “Uh, your giving me a bunch of apples?”

“Hehe, not fer ya, silly,” she chuckled. “Ya’ll be takin’ ‘em t’ Pinkie. She wannit ta’ bake up sum apple stuff fer us. Figured it’d be good if Ah had ya d’liver ‘em t’ her.”

“Oh, I’m going to finally meet this fabled ‘Pinkie’, am I?” Spike joked. “Wait, how am I supposed to get to her? This place is a labyrinth.”

“Dun’ ya worry ‘bout tha’. Winona ‘ere will guide ya,” Applejack indicated to the canine. She bent down and gave the dog a scratch. “Ah’righ’, Ah need ya to take Spike ‘ere to Pinkie’s. can ya d’tha’ fer me?”

Winona gave a bark of approval and headed for the door. She barked at Spike, indicating she was ready to leave.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue?” He said adjusting the basket.

“Hey, Spike?” Applejack started.

“Yeah?”

“Um…ne’ermind. Just stick close to Winona. Dun’ need ya getting’ los’.”

“Haha, yeah, don’t want that to happen again.” Spike half joked as he opened the door to her room.

“Haha, yeah. Wait, what?”

“Nothing, I’ll see you around. Maybe?” He waved and closed the door behind him.

Applejack stood there for a few moments in silence. She took her Stetson off and held it to her chest. “Maybe…”







Through the winding halls of the manor Spike walked through once more. The border collie just ahead of him, leading the way to this mysterious Pinkie Pie he’s heard of. Up a set of stairs, down a set of stairs, through what Spike was certain was a sauna. 

He followed Winona obediently, concerned the dog even knew where she was going. Suddenly a door opened, and three people stepped out. A tall, blonde man with a rugged muscular build, wearing a red flannel shirt and ripped blue jeans was first. He was flanked by two women. One was shorter than Spike, with curly purple hair, and large magenta eyes. She had basket-ball-sized breasts that swayed back and forth. She also had a bit of a tummy. A short lavender dress was stretched over her voluptuous figure. The other woman was around Spike’s height. She had two-toned straight grey hair, that covered one of her violet eyes. While her breasts weren’t nearly as large as the first woman’s her ass was quite developed. A light-grey sweater dress hugged her curvy frame.

All four people stop and stare at each other for a moment. Winona stands there, wagging her tail excitedly. Getting a closer look, Spike could see that the purple-haired woman had cupcake with purple frosting and a cherry on top marking, and the grey-haired woman had three lavender circles. Finally, the purple-haired woman breaks the silence.

“Hi, we haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to the coven?” She asked cocking her head to the side.

“Um, not really,” Spike answers, shifting the basket of apples in his arms. “I have been passed around a lot lately by several women.”

“Oh! You must be that Ddraig fellow they were talking about,” the woman perked up. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Sugar Belle. That big hunk is Big Macintosh. You can call him Big Mac”

The tall man gave a short nod. “Eeyup.”

“And that cutie hiding behind him is Marble Pie.

The other woman waved and pressed closer to Big Mac.

“I’m Spike, though I guess you already knew that.” 

“So, what are you doing in this part of the manor?” Sugar Belle asked.

“Well, Winona here was taking me to someone called Pinkie Pie.”

“Ooh, Marble, he’s going to your sister next,” she said nudging the woman. “Oh, and I see you’re coming from AJ’s room,” Sugar spotted the apples. “Hope she wasn’t too hard on you. That girl can be quite stubborn when she wants to be.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac added.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, but we gotta go. Miss Luna called us in for something urgent. Have fun with Pinkie.”

The three waved goodbye and walked in the direction Spike just came from.

“They seemed nice. At least Sugar Belle did. Couldn’t really read the other two,” Spike said to himself. “Well, ready to go, Winona?”

The dog barked and set off once more.







After a few more minutes of walking, Winona finally came to a stop. Spike stood before a door with three balloons painted on the front. Two blue and one yellow. He moved the basket to one hand and knocked on the door.

“Come iiiiiinnn!!!” a sing-songy voice emanated from within the room.

Shrugging to himself, spike opened the door and stepped inside. The scent of baked goods hung in the air. Rows of cabinets lined one wall, while refrigerators lined the other. At the far end of the room were over a dozen ovens. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling, and several tables piled with cakes, cookies and pies crowded the floor. More than anything else, the room was particularly warm, like climbing into a car that was sitting in the summer sun. However, Spike didn’t find this unpleasant. Rather, he found it to be quite comfortable.

“I’ll be with you in just a sec!” the same voice called to him.

Spike looked around and spotted a woman standing in front of one of the ovens. He walked closer but was only able to make out the wild mane of pink hair that trailed down to her knees. 

“Uh, hello? Are you Pinkie Pie?” he asked moving closer. “I’m Spike, I guess I’m supposed to be here…”

“Oooh, so you’re Spike? It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Spike heard a voice from behind him and turned to see who it was. Upon doing so, he found himself face to face with the woman who was in front of him. “What the…?” He did a double take, unsure how she moved behind him so fast.

“Oh, wowie, aren’t you a cutie?!” she said grabbing his face. “I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie! But you can call me Pinkie!”

The woman was a site to behold. Bushy pink hair that seemed to bounce around on its own. Large blue eyes on her round face that never blinked, at least Spike thought so. Her face was smeared with flour and frosting, and he could feel that her hands were sticky with something. While she wasn’t as endowed as the other women Spike had encountered in the manor, she certainly was big in other places. Pinkie had a large soft belly, pudgy arms, a round wobbly butt, and thick jiggly legs. Like the other women, she had a marking right above her cleavage; three party balloons, two blue and one yellow. Spike also noticed that Pinkie was only wearing an apron that barely covered her crotch.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Pinkie,” he greeted her trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

Pinkie let go of his face and knelt to Winona. “Hey there, Winnie. Did you bring this scrumptious looking guy here for me?” she asked the dog scratching her behind the ears. “Welp, I’ve got a treat for you, wait here.” The woman ambled across the room with an unusual amount of energy. Every inch of her wiggled and bounced when she moved. Pinkie stopped at a table and opened a jar full of dog treats. She skipped back over with a treat in her hand. Winona’s ears perked up and her tail started wagging. 

“Uh-uh, sweetie, not yet.” The dog tilted her head to the side. “Sit, lie down, roll over, speak.” Winona obeyed Pinkie’s orders without fail. “Good girl.” 

She tossed the treat and Winona leapt up to catch it in her mouth. The canine happily munched on the treat and barked her approval. With her task finished, Winona turned around and left Pinkie’s room.

“Bye, Winona! Say hi to AJ for me!!” Pinkie hollered as she waved energetically. “Okay, let’s get going!!!” she said loudly, bouncing in place.

“Go where?” Spike asked.

“Not go anywhere, silly,” she giggled. “We’re going to be turning those apples you brought for me into super yummy treats!”

“Well, what did you have in mind?” he asked setting the basket on a nearby table.

“We’ll make a couple apple pies, of course,” Pinkie answered. “Then maybe a few turnovers, apple crisp, some apple dumplings, maybe a cobbler. It’s gonna be so scrumptious!”

“Sounds good. Shall we get started?”

“You bet! Let me just grab a few things from the cupboard.”

Pinkie bounded over to a nearby cabinet and started pulling mixing bowls, utensils, and cooking sheets. She set them on a table and moved over to a cupboard and grabbed ingredients from it. Pinkie bent over to pick up a bag of sugar and Spike got an eyeful of her plush ass. He bit his lip and tried to keep a level head.

“CAUGHT YA LOOKIN’ AT MY TUSHIE!!” Pinkie yelled suddenly in front of him.

“GAH!” Spike flinched back a bit. He thought for a second and considered denying it. “Uh, well, yeah. I guess I was.”

“So? What do you say? Does Spike want?” she said coyly pressing her soft body to Spike’s.

His vision started to go hazy and his breathing became heavy. “Yeah, Spike want…”

“Well, Spike will just have to wait,” Pinkie teased, tapping him on the nose and skipped over to the worktable. “Come on, we’ve got to peel those apples!” 

Spike sucked in air and blew it out slowly. He couldn’t tell if she was doing this on purpose or if she was simply oblivious. Whatever it may be, he shook the hot feeling from his head and moved to Pinkie’s side.

“Okay, here, you start peeling these apples, and I’ll peel these ones,” she dumped the basket into two large bowls and pushed one towards Spike.

The man grabbed a paring knife from the table and started peeling one of the apples. A few minutes later, and a few nicks to the fingers, he finally succeeded in peeling the one apple. “Alright, finished,” he said with an air of pride.

“Me too!” Pinkie fire back in her loud voice.

Spike looked over to and his jaw dropped. Not only had Pinkie peeled all her apples, but they were cored and sliced as well.

“Well, this feels kinda silly,” he chuckled.

“Haha! It’s okay, I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for a loooooong while,” she said giving him a reassuring smile. “Here, let me show you a trick.”

Pinkie took one of Spike’s apples and tossed it into the air. With lightning speed, she slashed at the fruit with her knife.

“PINKIE! NO!” Spike screamed as the blade flashed close to his face.

But there was no need for alarm. Pinkie caught the apple in one hand and pulled at the stem with the other. The stem, peel, and core all slid right off the fruit, and it separated neatly into slices.

“Wha-? How?” Spike sputtered.

“Tee-hee. While I finish up these bad boys here, why don’t you grab a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk from the fridge for us?” She said giving him a playful wink.

“Uh, sure. Okay.”

Spike put down the knife and shuffled over to the wall of refrigerators. “It’s the third from the left!” Pinkie called to him. He followed her directions and pulled the door open. Spike did a double take as he saw the door to the fridge was lined with cans of whipped cream. He shrugged it off and found the eggs and milk. Returning to the table, Spike found Pinkie had indeed peeled the rest of the apples and was currently measuring out flour.

“I’ll have you get started on the apple crisp while I tackle the turnovers first,” she said indicating a recipe on the table.

“Sounds good.”

As Spike followed the directions, he kept glancing over to the energetic woman next to him. Her arms seemed to fly around at incredible speeds and whip about at impossible angles. Spike wasn’t certain if Pinkie was actually human. Maybe she was some kind of rubbery creature from that ‘Mist Realm’ Applejack mentioned. Whatever the case may be, Pinkie moved lightning quick and had the turnovers ready to go.

“How ya doing over there, cutie?” Pinkie bounced over to Spike.

“Just about done with the crisp. How about you?”

“Got all the turnovers ready!” she whooped. Spike looked at her, eyebrow raised. “Wanna do the pies next, or the dumplings?”

“Uh, I think I’ll take the pies,” he said shaking his head. “I remember making them with my grandma when I was little.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Pinkie said rubbing up against him. “OKIE DOKE!! Let’s bake!” she hollered suddenly as if a switch had been flipped.

Once again, Pinkie’s noodly arms flailed about rapidly as she prepared the dumplings. Spike was so stunned by this he finally decided to say something.

“So, I gotta ask…” he started

“Yahuh?” Pinkie stopped and turned to him.

“Are you using magic to…do that?” he waved his arms around imitating her.

“Wha-? Oh! HAHAHA!!” she laughed loudly, belly jiggling. “No, that’s not magic. That’s just me. This is magic.” Pinkie pointed at her area and began waggling her finger as if she was conducting a band. The ingredients and utensils floated in the air and started mixing themselves. Pinkie hummed as she worked, wiggling her butt in time with her tune. She gazed over at Spike and gave him a wink. After a couple of minutes, Pinkie stopped her conducting and blew on her finger like a gun. “TA-DA!!” 

Spike looked at the table and gawked. Six steaming hot dumplings sat on a plate, as if they had just come out of the oven. A task that should take easily over an hour took Pinkie mere minutes.

“Wait…? How did you…? Wha-?” Spike stumbled over his words as he pieced together what just happened and what’s been happening.

“We’ll just set those aside to cool for now,” she said levitating the plate to the far side of the table. “Let’s get those pies finished!”

“Hold on,” Spike hesitated. “If you can just do that, then why are we making them by hand?”

“I dunno?” the plump woman shrugged. “I guess I just like doing it that way. More fun!”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Pinkie helped Spike with the pies and the cobbler, and in no time, they were ready to bake. “Okay! We’ve got everything prepped, let’s pop these bad boys into the oven!” Pinkie effortlessly bounced across the room with the three pies while Spike carefully balanced the crisp and turnovers in his arms. With the treats in their respective ovens, and the timers set, Pinkie turned to Spike.

“So,” she said with a playful look. “Wanna have some fun while we wait?” she held up a can of whipped cream.

“Um…” Spike uttered raising his eyebrows.







(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

(Kshh) “Hee hee.”

“Pinkie, I don’t mind food-play, but could you stop spraying whipped cream into my face?” Spike’s muffled voice reached the pudgy woman’s ears.

Pinkie was sitting on top of one of the counters and had Spike’s face between her legs. She held a can of whipped cream in her hand and would spray the topping right onto her snatch. With his face buried in her fleshy crotch, Spike was constantly getting whipped cream up his nose as a result. The corpulent woman cocked her head, thinking for a moment, then a sly grin spread across her face. She pointed the nozzle at her pussy and began spraying. She drew a line up from her crotch, around her bulging belly, looped it across her breasts, and stopped just below her chin.

“Well, come and get it.” She teased.

That hazy feeling washed over Spike once again. Obediently he stuck his tongue out and started to lick up the whipped cream. He brushed over her clitoris and worked his way up. Pinkie gasped and her belly jiggled. Spike pressed his face into her inviting flesh and slowed his pace. He grabbed the sides of her belly and gave them a slight squeeze. Spike paused briefly at her navel and prodded it with his tongue. Pinkie threw back her head and let out a belly laugh. 

“SPIKE! STOP! HEE HEE!” she choked. “THAT TICKLES! HAHAHAHA!!!”

Feeling quite turned on, Spike sped up. He moved to the one breast and nibbled at the nipple. He moved to the other breast and did the same. Finally, he slurped up the remainder of the whipped cream and stopped right in front of Pinkie’s face. With a mouth full of the topping he pressed his lips to hers. Not missing a beat, Pinkie pushed her tongue into Spike’s mouth and sucked the cream out. She tossed the can aside and wrapped her arms around the man, pulling him on top of her. Spike caressed Pinkie’s belly with one hand and squeezed her breast with the other. He started to line his erect cock up with her wet vagina, when suddenly-

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

Pinkie pushed Spike away and screamed “The first batch is done, let’s go get them!”

With Spike’s help, Pinkie pulled out the turnovers and pies and set them on cooling racks. She quickly checked on the crisp and cobbler, nodding in approval. “Alright, they’re coming along nicely. Now, shall we play a little more?” she asked, holding up a bottle of chocolate sauce.







Spike found himself lying on the countertop, legs dangling over the edge. He gave Pinkie a confused look as she drizzled the chocolate sauce over his erect penis. “So, you start giving me a hand job then stop midway to dump syrup on my crotch?”

“That’s because I’m making a ‘Spike Sundae’,” she answered giddily as she dumped a handful of chopped nuts onto his sticky cock.

“Oh, of course. Silly me.”

She took a can of whipped cream and sprayed a mountain around his dick. “And finally, a cherry on top,” she said as she dropped the bright red fruit on the tip. “Mmmmm, doesn’t that just look yummiliscious?” Pinkie clasped her hands together and looked at the ‘sundae’ with a twinkle in her eyes. She then opened her mouth wider than humanly possible and inhaled the dessert whole.

Spike arched his back as Pinkie sucked and licked the toppings off his dick. Her mouth a warm, wet vacuum that pulled on his member with intensity. The candy-haired woman fervently ate her treat, making sure to get every, last speck. Her tongue seemed impossibly long as it coiled around his manhood, slurping up the chocolate sauce. Spike began to lose himself, again, clasped his hands on either side of Pinkie’s head. His fingers getting tangled in her bushy hair. 

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

The timer went off, interrupting Pinkie’s ‘meal’. “OKAY! That’s the cobbler. You sit tight, cutie. I’ll go check on it. MWAH!” Pinkie gave the man a peck on his head and hopped to the ovens.

Spike groaned as he looked at his aching cock. He felt exhausted and full of energy at the same time. If something didn’t happen soon, he was certain he was going to explode. He turned to the woman with her wobbling ass.

“Mmm-mm! That does smell de-lish!” Pinkie called from across the room, as she pulled the cobbler from the oven. “Hey, Spike? The crisp is going to be done soon! So, I’m gonna start cleaning up! We’ll get back to ‘business’ after that!”

As Pinkie bounced around the room cleaning the pots and utensils they had used, Spike sat up on the counter. His manhood throbbed painfully, and he gripped the sides of the countertop. His vision went hazy again, and a deep rumble emitted from his chest. “spike want,” he mumbled, sliding off the counter. He stalked towards the fluffy-haired woman as she bounded energetically around the room.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

“YAY! The crisp is done!” Pinkie exclaimed ecstatically. She merrily skipped over and grabbed the steaming dish from the oven. “Oooo, it looks super good. Can’t wait to taste it,” she said, not noticing the figure marching closer to her.

“Spike want!” he cried, grasping Pinkie’s wrists.

“Spike, no! It’s hot! You’ll get burned!” she warned him.

“SPIKE WANT!!” he wrenched her arms upwards, causing her to drop the crisp. Bubbling hot apples and sugar splashed all over Spike. Despite the scalding temperature of the dessert, it didn’t seem to affect him. Currently, he was focused on one thing.

“Oh my gosh! Spike! Are you alright?” she voiced her concern. “Let’s go to Twilight, she might have something for the-“

“SPIKE!” the man wrapped his arms around the squishy woman’s body and forced her to the floor. “WANT!!!”

“Oh my! Spike, wait! Let’s at least make sure you’re not hurt before we-OH GODDESS!!” 

Spike wasted no time lining his pulsing dick up with Pinkie’s pussy and plunging it in. The walls of her vagina constricted around his member and he nearly came right then and there. After the initial wave of pleasure had calmed down, Spike proceeded to thrust his hips. Pinkie’s belly jiggled and wobbled with every movement. Her breasts bounced wildly, and Spike leaned down to push his face into her cleavage. His brain was flooded with endorphins and he could no longer think straight. The only thought that formed in his mind was pounding this pudgy woman’s soft, wet snatch until he collapsed. 

“OH GODDESS, SPIKE!!” Pinkie wailed. “YOU’RE ALL SWEET AND STICKY! IT’S TURNING ME ON!! OH! OH! YES! RIGHT THERE!!!” She pulled his face away from her tits and drew him in for a kiss. As if in sync, they both rolled their tongues over the other’s. Despite his best efforts, Spike ultimately lost the tongue wrestling match to Pinkie. Her crazy long appendage snaked its way around Spike’s mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

With his climax reaching its peak, Spike began to pump his hips faster. He pulled away from Pinkie and put himself in a better position. One final thrust and Spike ejaculated into the woman’s inviting vagina. Her pussy tightened around his dick, as if to hold on to him. Once he was finished, Spike slumped onto Pinkie’s soft body, breathing heavily.

“Had fun?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Well, big boy. The fun’s just beginning.”  Spike suddenly found himself pinned to the floor beneath Pinkie’s weight. “Now, it’s my turn! Let’s get sticky!” An evil look in her eye.

Pinkie leaned down and started licking the apple crisp off Spike’s body. She made sure to get as much of it as she could. Once her tongue was coated in baked apple and sugar, Pinkie brought her mouth to Spike’s. She mixed the sticky syrup in their mouths, tongues slipping over one another. Spike’s mind went crazy and he dug his hands into Pinkie’s squishy body. 

The woman pulled away from Spike and sat up on him, straddling his still erect cock. She started to bounce on his pelvis, causing her belly to ripple. Spike watched as her breasts flailed about hypnotically. He reached up and grabbed them.

“You like my ‘party balloons’?” she asked riding his dick.

Unable to speak, Spike merely nodded. 

“Well, there all yours!” Pinkie took his hands and pressed them against her chest. His fingers sank into her fleshy orbs. “Play with them as much as you want!”

“Spike want!” he managed to squeak out.

Pinkie continued bouncing up and down, her belly flopping against his chest. She moaned loudly and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Spike groaned every time Pinkie slammed her hips down on his cock. The feeling of her pussy undulating around it, combined with her cushiony body and her weight, sent his mind reeling. Pinkie could feel his penis twitch and knew he was going to blow his load soon. She rolled her hips around a few more times before bringing them down one final time. 

Spike grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he shot hot, sticky semen into Pinkie. The woman bit her lip and rolled her eyes back as her vagina pulsed around his manhood.

“Oh Goddess, yes,” she moaned.







Later, Spike and Pinkie cuddled together on the floor of her room. She kept looking him over, worried that he was seriously hurt from earlier.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whined. “That crisp was fresh from the oven. The juices were all hot and boiling. There aren’t any burns?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” he said, getting a little annoyed. “No harm done. Well, except for the sugar in my hair.”

“I’m sure Rarity has a shampoo you can use,” she reassured him. “So, you don’t remember anything that happened?”

“No,” he shook his head. “The last thing I recall is you sucking me off. After that, it’s all a blur.”

“Hmmm…well, I’m just happy you’re not hurt.”

“The only thing that hurts is my back. This floor is killer.”

“Heheh, yeah. I keep meaning to get a bed in here,” the bushy-haired woman said sheepishly.

“Other than that I’m-“

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

Pinkie stared at him for a moment, surprise all over her face. Then her mouth curled into a sly grin. “What was that?”

“Heh, I guess I’m still hungry. They did keep saying that you would have something for me to eat.”

“OH! That’s what they meant by ‘Get something ready’!” she exclaimed. “I thought they just wanted me to be ready for when you got to me. HA! Silly me. So, what do you want to eat? How about an apple dumpling?” She held one up in her hand.

“I dunno, I’m kinda tired from all this-“

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

“Weeellllll?”

“(sigh) Spike want.”
> Chapter 6.5
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The woman’s wide hips swayed from side to side. Her large butt jiggled with every step and her tight-fitting dress left little to the imagination. Midnight blue hair swirled behind her, twinkling like starlight. She dragged a younger woman behind her, hand firmly clasped around her wrist. 

“No, Mistress Luna. Trixie will behave,” the younger woman pleaded. “Please don’t punish Trixie.”

“For the hundredth time, Miss Lulamoon, it’s no use,” Luna snapped. “This is the third time you’ve used magic in front of common folk. It would seem verbal reprimanding’s are not effective.”

“Trixie was just performing in her magic act,” she cried. “It’s not like those stupid people would even know real magic from stage magic.”

“(sigh) You were summoning manticores. I’m fairly certain they would notice that!” the wide-hipped woman stomped through the halls.

“But people just thought they were props. Nobody knew they were real,” Trixie whimpered.

Luna scowled and kept moving forward. She tightened her grip on the young woman’s wrist and pulled her through the manor. After a few minutes, Luna stopped in front of an unmarked door. She opened the door and dragged Trixie inside.

“Thank you for showing up on such short notice,” she addressed the people waiting in the room. “This one here believes she is above our rules and is in need of a lesson.”

Five people turned to look at the Luna and Trixie. Three of them were Big Mac, Sugar Belle, and Marble Pie. The other two were a man and woman. 

The man was taller even than Big Mac, and far more muscular. It looked as if he had muscles on his muscles. He had buzzed blonde hair, small red eyes, and a scrunched face. A constant look of surprise was on his face.

The woman was around Sugar Belle’s size, though a bit smaller in the breast area. She had medium length light-pink hair, green eyes, and a pointed chin. Like all the other women, she had a marking right above her cleavage: three small flowers with smiley faces on them.

All five people were completely nude and seemed ready for something. Marble was busy stroking Big Mac’s erect penis and the pink-haired woman was ding the same to the buff man.

“Thank you for taking time off from your busy schedule, Minerva,” Luna said to the woman.

“Any time, Luna,” she replied keeping her hand moving. “I’m always here to help teach others.”

Sugar skipped over to Trixie and pulled her into the room. “Is this her? Oh, she looks like a troublemaker.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac agreed.

“YEAH!” the other guy screamed, pumping his fist.

“Bulk, not so loud,” Minerva scolded him. “Use your indoor voice.”

“Oh, sorry Ms. Cheerilee,” he said sheepishly.

“Minerva’s fine. We’re all adults here.”

“Please, no! Trixie will be good! You don’t have to do this!” the blue-haired woman pleaded.

“Save your breath,” Luna sighed. “It’s wasted here.”

“Alright, let’s get you ready, shall we?” Sugar chirped. She snapped her fingers a few times and Trixie found herself naked and on all fours. “Marble, we good to go?” 

“Mm-hm,” the woman nodded.

“How about you guys?” Sugar turned to the other two.

“YEAH!”

“Yes. BULK! Indoor voice!”

“Miss Luna?”

The wide-hipped woman stood in a corner; arms crossed. She nodded.

Sugar Belle smiled. She knelt next to Trixie and cupped the woman’s face in her hand. With a quick motion, she pressed her lips to the shivering woman’s, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Sugar pulled away and smacked her lips. “Mmm, sweet with a bit of a pop. I hope you enjoyed that.” She stood and turned to Big Mac, giving him a peck on the cheek.

The two men stepped up to the whimpering woman, erections twitching eagerly. Big Mac grabbed Trixie's head while Bulk grabbed her hips. With their cocks lined up, they began fucking her. 

Wet slapping noises emanated throughout the room. Trixie flailed her arms as she was penetrated from both ends. She choked on Big Mac’s dick as it slid in and out of her throat. She groaned as Bulk’s manhood spread her vagina. Big Mac had an eleven-inch cock that reached deep down Trixie's esophagus. Bulk on the other hand had an eight-inch dick, but what he lacked in length he made up with girth. 

Tears streamed down Trixie's face as the two men increased the intensity of their thrusting. She remembered fantasizing about being in this position before, but not like this. Trixie was supposed to be in control. The woman felt precum dribble down her throat and she looked up to see Big Mac’s face scrunch up. Both he and Bulk pushed their cocks all the way into Trixie's holes and shot their loads into her. Trixie's body twitched as the semen entered her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and muffled screams escaped her mouth.

Big Mac and Bulk pulled out, causing Trixie to fall to the carpeted floor. She coughed and gasped for air as she tried to regain her senses. Marble quickly moved to the woman and grabbed her head. She then drew the blue-haired woman in for a kiss. Marble eagerly lapped up every bit of cum that was still in Trixie's mouth, coiling her tongue around every crevice. Meanwhile, Sugar and Minerva tended to the men, making sure their cocks remained erect. A minute later, Marble was finished, and the two men had changed positions. Bulk lined up his thick phallus with Trixie's mouth while Big Mac readied himself for her anus. Without any further hesitation, they resumed the punishment.

Trixie's mouth and throat were stretched wide from Bulk’s length. She screamed internally as Big Mac breached her ass. Having never done anal before, she was wholly unprepared for the experience, and due to the lack of actual prep, it was immensely unpleasant. Trixie slapped her arms against Bulk’s torso in a futile bid to free herself.

“I don’t think so, young lady. We’ll have none of that, right Bulk?” Minerva waved a finger and Trixie's arms were magically locked behind her back.

“YEAH! I mean, NO!”

“Hey, Sugar? Care for a bit of our own fun?” she asked the purple-haired woman, patting Trixie on the back.

“Sure,” she responded with an evil grin.

The two women climb onto Trixie's back and start to make out. The woman groaned with the weight pressing down on her spine, made worse with Minerva sitting on her arms. Sugar squirmed trying to get comfortable. Minerva eventually grabbed her legs and wrapped them around her torso. They pressed their bodies together and used Trixie's hands as sex toys.

Sugar Belle glanced sideways and caught Marble standing there looking left out. “Aw, want to join in on the fun?” she said pulling away from Minerva.

Marble fussed with her hair and nodded.

“Okay, sweetie, one sec.” 

Sugar whispered something to Minerva who then turned to address Bulk. She turned around and said something to Big Mac, who nodded. The purple-haired woman leaned down to Marble and whispered in her ear. The timid woman nodded and scooted herself beneath Trixie. Big Mac adjusted his grip on the magician and pulled out. Bulk grabbed Trixie under the armpits and nodded. Marble then pulled herself onto the woman, hanging beneath her like a marsupial. 

With everything set, Big Mac pushed his dick between the two women, and everyone returned to the task at hand. Sugar and Minerva continued making out, and Marble began sucking on Bulk’s testicles. Tears streamed down Trixie's face. It was all too much for her. Her jaw was sore from hyperextension and her spine screamed from the weight. It was too much for her, and she could feel herself blacking out.







Some time had passed, and Trixie found herself curled up on the floor. Semen, sweat, and other bodily fluids coated her skin. She shivered as she coughed up the loads shot down her throat. Luna stood over the woman, tapping her foot, arms crossed.

“So, have we learned our lesson, Miss Lulamoon?” she hissed.

“Uh-huh,” Trixie barely choked out.

“Good. Now, clean up yourself and this room. It disgusts me.” She turned to the five other people in the room. “Thank you for your help today. You are dismissed.” Luna marched to the door and swiftly left the room. Her wide ass wobbled as she moved.

“It’s always fun catching up with you guys, but I really need to get back to grading papers. Toodles.” Minerva waved and left.

“Um, well, goodbye, I guess?” Bulk scratched his head and quickly followed.

“Come on, you two,” Sugar grabbed Big Mac and Marble. “Let’s take a nice, hot shower together. I’ll bake us cookies after words.” The three of them exited the room.

Trixie lay on the floor sobbing to herself.
> Chapter 7
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Spike turned over in his bed and slapped his alarm clock off. He stretched and sat up, blinking sleep from his eyes. Back in his room. Spike looked around but saw nothing out of place. “Huh, guess it was all a dream. A pretty good dream, too,” he muttered to himself. “Wait, hold on!” Spike checked his boxers and breathed a sigh of relief when he found them unsoiled. “Phew, I didn’t mess myself, this time. Though, that seems kinda weird…” He shrugged and started his morning routine.

The man slid off the bed and found his slippers. He stepped out of his room into his small apartment. Spike yawned and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. Still half asleep, he didn’t notice the sounds coming from the kitchen. Once finished in the bathroom, he moved to the kitchen. Spike yawned again and brushed past a buxom woman standing at the stove, humming to herself.

“Morning, Rarity,” he said stopping in front of the refrigerator.

“Morning, darling,” she said back.

Spike grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and was about to take a swig from the carton when reality returned to him. He whipped around to the purple-haired woman in his apartment and simply gaped at her.

“How would you like your eggs done?” She asked turning to him. Rarity had on only a white apron that barely covered her enormous breasts. She held a spatula in one hand and a couple of eggs in the other. “Well?”

“HOLD ON! HOLD ON!” Spike shouted. “That wasn’t a dream?!”

“A dream? Hahaha!” Rarity chuckled. “No, darling, that wasn’t a dream.”

“And you’re real? All of you?” he slowly moved towards her.

“Yes, we are in fact real. And to answer your next question, you did indeed have sex with us.”

“But…wait…then how did I…?” Spike felt something brush against his leg and he looked down to see Padfoot. He set the carton on the counter and knelt to wrap his arms around the dog. “Oh, this is sooo weird.”

“What’s weird?”

“You! The manor! All of it!”

“Spike,” Rarity started in a soothing voice. “Why don’t we calm down, have some breakfast, and we can talk this through?”

The green-haired man thought for a moment, scratching Padfoot for comfort. “Okay, okay let’s do that,” he finally said.

“Good,” the woman beamed. “Now, how do you like your eggs?”

“Uh…sunny-side up…”

“Excellent. Do you want to sit at the table, perhaps?” she asked turning back to the stove.

“Y-yeah…” Spike let go of Padfoot and sat at the small kitchen table. He watched as Rarity worked, cracking the eggs over the hot skillet, waving her hands and making slices of bread float over to the toaster. She hummed as she cooked, wiggling her plump butt in the process. 

After a few minutes Rarity turned to the table with two plates of eggs, buttered toast and bacon. She set them before Spike and her place and sat down across from him. The carton of orange juice levitated in the air and poured itself into two glasses. Spike took his utensils and began silently eating. Occasionally he would look up at the woman across from him, who would smile at him. She daintily cut up her over-hard eggs and ate them in a very ladylike fashion.

“Okay, I got to ask,” Spike put down his fork and looked Rarity in the eyes. “What happened while I was at the manor? Other than…you know…?”

“The sex?” she said bluntly. The violet-haired woman picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. “Well, I took you the manor after your tumble in the forest, thank goddess I had Opal with me. We patched up your head…how is that, by the way?”

“It’s…good,” he mumbled, gingerly touching the spot he cracked his skull. “No complaints here.”

“That’s a relief. And after you rested, well, you know the rest,” Rarity rested her head on her hands and gave him a playful look.

“I do know that much. But, like…why did Padfoot run away? How long was I unconscious after I fell? How long was I in the manor? Time was kinda…weird in there.”

“Time is amazingly peculiar in that place,” she answered glancing at Padfoot. “As for your furry friend? I used a simply spell to make him come to me. But, don’t worry, I would never dream of hurting this little guy here.” She reached down and scratched the canine behind the ears. 

“Not really ‘little’,” Spike murmured to himself.

“For your second question: you were unconscious for about two and a half ours. Maybe three. Luckily you weren’t concussed, and we had our resident nurse fix you up in no time.” Rarity decided to indulge the begging animal and tossed him a strip of bacon, which he happily snapped up.

“Three hours? Yikes.” Spike absentmindedly rubbed the back of his head again. “Well, at least it’s Sunday. I’ll be able to process all this...”

“That actually leads into your third question, darling,” the woman continued. “Today’s Monday. You were in the manor for all of Sunday.”

Spike stared at Rarity for a full minute. He then threw back his head and laughed. “Haha! Good one, Rarity. Today’s Monday. That would mean I have to go to work.” He looked at the woman across from him who simply nodded. “Ah, shit! I gotta go!” Spike wolfed down the rest of his breakfast and bolted to his room. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I didn’t think it’d be that big a deal!” she called to him. “Is your master always such a worrywart?” she addressed Padfoot. “That’s no good. He’ll get wrinkles that way.” Rarity ruffled the dog’s face.

“NOT A BIG DEAL?!?” 

There was a thumping from Spike’s room as he fervently dressed himself. Rarity merely stood up and waved her hand.  At that, the plates and utensils flew off the table and into the sink and began cleaning themselves. She waved her hand again and the table was spotless.  A bouquet of flowers materialized in an ornate vase on top of a doily. “Much better,” Rarity chirped and smiled to herself.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything!” Spike burst from his room and scrambled for the front door. Briefcase in hand.

“Just a minute, darling.” Rarity swiftly strode over to the panicking man. She reached up and, with her long delicate hands, straightened his tie and smoothed his shirt. “There, now you look presentable.”

“Oh, um, thanks.”

Rarity leaned forward with her lips puckering.

“I feel like a newlywed being sent off by his wife,” he said leaning in to kiss her. “I could get used to this.”

“Hee hee. If you like that, then you’re going to love what I have in store for you tonight,” she shot back giving him a playful wink. Rarity turned and headed for the bathroom. “Good luck at work. I’m going to freshen up, now.”

“With this waiting for me, I think I’ll survive the day,” Spike joked, spinning around to the door.

As he locked the door to his apartment, Spike heard Rarity from the bathroom. “OH, GODDESS, SPIKE! YOUR BATHROOM IS DREADFULLY TINY!! WE’LL HAVE TO FIX THAT!!”

Spike got in his car, turned the key in the ignition, and began the drive to his job.







Equestitech was one of the taller office buildings in the city of Canterlot. A computer software company that focuses upon the creation of multimedia and creativity software products. It was the forefront in computer technology and was in the top percentile of fortune five hundred companies. The building was tall and sleek and gave off an air of innovation. The logo seen on the side of the building was of three horseshoes interconnected with each other.

Spike pulled into the parking garage and quickly darted to the elevator. He flashed his work badge to the security worker at the front and practically jogged to his cubicle. Where the outside of the office building looked like the bleeding edge of technology, the inside was drab and oppressive. Lines of cubicles were wall to wall in the office. People ran from one end to the next and the sound of keyboards tapping furiously was all to familiar to the green-haired man. He kept his head low and hopefully slipped into his cubicle relatively unnoticed.

Sitting back in his chair, Spike breathed a sigh of relief that he made it just in time. He set his briefcase on the desk and booted up his computer. As the machine blinked to life, he heard someone behind him.

“How was your weekend, Spike?”

“Not bad, Snails. How about you?”

Standing behind Spike was a lanky man with messy turquoise hair. He had small dark eyes, an upturned nose, and a seemingly perpetual vacant look on his face. Ian “Snails” Snailsquirm was Spike’s coworker and close friend. Both went to Canterlot Highschool and later ended up working at Equestitech together. 

Snails took a sip from his coffee before answering. “Oh, you know, the same. Counted my stamp collection, again. Hey, what happened yesterday? We were supposed to hang out.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. Something came, didn’t have time to call you,” Spike said quickly.

“Oh, that’s okay. I was able to help out my grandmother with her-OOF!” Snails was interrupted by someone shoving him aside, causing him to spill his coffee.

“Hey, losers. You have fun in your joyless lives?”

“Dang it, my coffee.”

“Hello, Vladimir,” Spike turned in his seat and said in a flat voice to the newcomer.

“Please, call me Prince Blueblood.”

“No.”

Vladimir Blueblood was a tall man with perfectly coiffed hair. He wore an expensive tailored suit, complete with matching tie clasp and cuff links. The man had an exceedingly punchable face. Eyes always half closed as if he was looking down on you or your time wasn’t worth his. A mouth that was perpetually in a smirk. He constantly spoke in a voice that was talking down to you.

“How was MY weekend, you ask?” he said with no prompting.

“Didn’t ask you anything, Vlad,” Spike answered in the same dry tone.

“Mine was excellent. I mean, what else would it be?” the man brushed back his hair and gave Spike a sideways glance. “Had the penthouse all to myself. Bought a couple of call girls to fool around with. You do know what a call girl, right?”

“I am familiar, yes.”

“But of course. How else would you be able to taste a woman if you aren’t paying her?”

Spike had one hand on his desk and was gripping it intensely.

“Well, anyway, the women I had were far out of your meager price range, I’d imagine,” he continued. “Long story short, it ended with me fucking them both at once. Heh heh heh!”

“Riveting story. Now, if you don’t have anything particularly intelligent to say, could I please do my job?” 

“Careful there, Mr. Ddraig. I noticed you arrived a little later than usual this morning,” Blueblood shot at him. 

“I got here on time. There’s no need for concern.”

“Yes, but a little late today can lead to tardiness tomorrow, which can lead to missing days of work. You see where I’m going with this?”

“I’m picking up what your putting down, yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

“Yes, of course,” Blueblood gave Spike a wicked smirk. “Out of my way, Snapper!” He turned and pushed past Snails.

“It’s Snails,” the turquoise-haired man retorted trying to wipe coffee from his shirt. “Man, that guy’s such a jerk.”

“I know. Does he always have to rub it in our faces that he comes from money?”

“Why’s he supervisor anyway? It’s not like he knows anything about computer software?”

“You’d be too if your father was the CTO of the company,” Spike hissed, spinning in his chair.

“Oh. My dad’s just a banker,” Snails responded giving up on the coffee.

“GAH! That guy pisses me off. It’d be nice if someone were to put him in his place.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Snails stared off into the distance. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to my cubicle. Don’t want his royal pain in the ass giving me crap.”

Spike waved over his shoulder as Snails walked away. He rubbed his temples and got to work. The sounds of keyboards clacking, and audible groans filled the air of the office floor.








After a couple of hours had passed, a young woman with the mail cart burst out of the elevator and zipped through the cubicles. She stopped to drop off mail, chatted for a minute, then quickly moved to the next cubicle. Spike looked at the clock on his wall, and as if on cue, he spun his chair around to greet the mail carrier.

“Morning, Spike!” the chipper woman said rather loudly.

“Morning, Gabby. Is it mail time already?”

“Yah-huh! Ten-o-clock rolls around, and I’m here to deliver. Five after ten and I pull up to your cubicle!” the woman said eagerly, handing Spike a few pieces of mail.

Gabriella Matthews was a woman in her early twenties. She stood around five feet eight and had a slim build. Shoulder length blue-grey hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Gabby had a round face with large teal eyes, a long straight nose, and thin lips that were always smiling. She wore a simple grey blouse and khakis with sensible shoes. Gabby had medium-sized breasts but compared to what Spike had seen over the weekend, they were absolutely tiny. 

“So, how was your weekend?” she asked.

“Not bad,” Spike said taking the mail from her. “Didn’t do too much. Mostly relaxed. What about you?”

“Mine was good,” she responded energetically. “I went to visit my cousin. She lives three states over. She’s a bit of a grump, but we had fun!”

“That’s good.”

“Well, um…gotta run! Lots of mail to deliver!” Gabby grabbed her cart and sped off to the next cubicle.

“Always so rowdy,” Spike chuckled tossing his mail on his desk. He looked at his clock and watched the seconds slowly tick by. “This is gonna be a long day,” he sighed.







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It was getting close to noon and Spike’s stomach began to rumble. He spun his chair around to grab his lunch but quickly remembered he forgot to pack one the night before. With a sigh Spike returned to his computer and began typing again, a little mad at himself for his forgetfulness.

(GrrrooOOOoowwlll)

‘I could go to the company cafeteria,’ he thought to himself. ‘Or check out one of the restaurants nearby. Been meaning to do that.’

The phone in Spike’s office started ringing and he answered it. “Spike Ddraig speaking.”

“Hi, Mr. Ddraig? There’s someone here to see you,” he heard the familiar voice of the secretary through the line.

‘Who could that be? I don’t remember anyone saying they’re gonna stop by…’ Spike scratched his head in confusion.

“Who is it, Lavender?” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t really know. The woman just asked where you worked and immediately headed for the elevator. Security tried to stop her, but she just walked right past them. She should be on your floor shortly.”

“Wait, how am I gonna know when this person is here?” He asked getting nervous.

“Oh…I don’t think it’ll be too hard to pick her out, sir. She’s fairly outrageous looking. Bye” (click).

The secretary hung up leaving Spike to wonder who could possibly be here to see him. Given that it’s a woman, that ruled out any family members. But who did he know that looked “outrageous”? particularly a woman? Then a thought crossed his mind. His eyes widened as panic began to set in. “No. That can’t be. She wouldn’t just show up here.” The telltale ding of the elevator could be heard from his cubicle and Spike stood as the doors slid open.

The woman stepped out of the elevator and the whole room seemed to stop as she walked through the line of cubicles. Long violet hair in perfectly styled ringlets bounced with every step. A form-fitting denim dress showed off her curvaceous body. A small picnic basket dangled from one arm. Practically everyone just stopped and stared as the woman crossed the office. Some people darted out of the way as she got close, while others simply remained still and gawked at her. 

Spike rubbed his eyes and looked again at the woman. It was Rarity, that much he was certain, but something was different. Her appearance was outrageous to be sure but not nearly as outrageous as when he first met her. Her breasts were probably half their ‘normal’ size and her butt wasn’t nearly as round. Even so, Rarity still stuck out like a sore thumb.

As Rarity drew closer to Spike’s cubicle, a familiar blond man stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Blueblood said, lips curling into a smile that showed off his perfect white teeth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? Why don’t you step into my office and we can talk ‘business’.” He brushed his hair aside and gave her a knowing wink.

Rarity was so taken aback by someone like Blueblood actually using such a line that she was dumbfounded for a moment. After looking the man over she composed herself and placed a hand to his chest and slowly moved it up. In one swift motion she grabbed his necktie and yanked his ear to her mouth. In a voice loud enough for the whole floor to here she said, “Even if you were the last man on the planet and I had a gun to my head, I would never fuck you!” Rarity then pushed past the stunned man and practically dashed the rest of the way to Spike’s cubicle.

“Spike, darling!” the violet-haired woman threw her arms around the man’s neck and drew him in for a kiss. 

Not knowing what else to do, Spike simply wrapped his arms around Rarity and returned her kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he resisted the temptation to grab them. His crotch began to feel hot and Spike mustered up every ounce of control to keep himself from getting hard, which was admittedly a hard task. After about a minute of embracing, Rarity finally broke away. Satisfied look on her face.

“Rarity! What are you doing here?” Spike blurted.

“Well, darling, you were in such a hurry this morning that you forgot your lunch,” she said indicating the picnic basket. “So, I took it upon myself to deliver it personally.”

“Hey.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said back waving her off.

“Hey.”

“What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure my Spikey-wikey wasn’t well fed,” she tilted her head to the side and batted her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Spikey-wikey…?” the green-haired man gave Rarity a quizzical look. “Where’d you get something like that?”

“What? I can’t give you a cute nickname now?” she pouted.

“I never said that…”

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Blueblood nearly screamed at them.

“ARE YOU STILL BOTHERING US!” Rarity bellowed whipping around to address the blond man.

“I was just…” he began shrinking back as the woman marched towards him.

“Just what?!” she snarled getting right in his face. “I’m taking time out of my day to visit someone dear to me, and you insist on behaving like a child?! Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, then why don’t you sit quietly in the corner and think about what you’ve done!?” Rarity jabbed a finger to the far end of the office.

Blueblood was about to make a retort when his mouth snapped shut and his whole body went rigid. He spun in place and marched over to the spot Rarity pointed to. Crossing his arms, Blueblood sat facing the wall and remained silent. After a moment the office erupted in applause. 

“Maybe that’ll teach you some manners?” Rarity huffed and turned back to Spike.

“What was that?” he whispered to her.

“Oh, just a simple command spell,” she whispered back smiling evilly. “You can use it on the weak-willed to make them do things. I guess I got a little carried away…”

“Remind me to never make you angry,” Spike said in a worried voice.

“Oh, psh, you’ll be fine, darling,” Rarity waved off his concern. “I can’t imagine you ever angering me.”

“I mean, you’ve only known me for a day.”

“Well, if there ever is a time that you do upset me, I believe we can think of a way for you to make it up,” she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“What do you…oh. Yeah, I think we can come up with something.”

“Hehe,” Rarity chuckled and gave Spike peck on the cheek. “I’d love to stay, but we both have work to get back to. I’ll see you tonight, sweetie.”

With that, the violet-haired woman strutted back to the elevator. She waved goodbye as the doors closed. As if a spell had been lifted from the office, everyone broke out of their stupor and returned to work. Well, almost everyone.

Spike spun around in his cubicle and set the picnic basket on his desk. He opened it to see what Rarity had gone out of her way to make and bring to him. The man did a double take, unable to believe what was in the basket. The contents within were tuna tartare with quail egg, roast duck with pear mostarda, and a bottle of mineral water. “Oh, Rarity, you didn’t have to do all this,” he mumbled to himself. Spike pulled the duck out and was amazed at how hot it was. He touched the mineral water and found the bottle to be ice cold. “How on earth…?” he wondered aloud. “Oh, right. Magic. Silly me.”

“Who was that?” Snails called from behind him.

The man was so wrapped up in the lunch delivered to him that he nearly jumped out of his seat. “Jeez, man. You startled me.”

“Oh, sorry about that. But who was that woman? Is she you girlfriend?”

“Uh…something like that…” Spike racked his mind for an answer that seemed reasonable. “We only just started dating.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday?” 

“Yyyyyyes,” Spike said shifting his eyes back and forth. “Real sorry about that. It was just so sudden, but I didn’t want to interrupt our date.”

“Aw, shucks. You don’t have to apologize. I get it. If I had a girl even half as hot as her, I’d make as much time as possible. Or if I even had a girl…” Snails trailed off and looked to the side.

“You could probably have one of mine. I got six,” Spike muttered under his breath.

“What’d you say?”

“I said I can’t wait until it’s six.”

“Yeah, I hear ya. Well, back to work, I guess.” 

Snails left leaving Spike to his lunch. The man pulled out the knife and fork Rarity provided and began to eat. As he scarfed down the food, he noticed a piece of paper in the picnic basket. Spike picked it up and recognized the elegant handwriting.


Dear Spike,

I hope you enjoy the meal I’ve prepared for you.
Duck is a little tricky, so you’ll have to tell me 
How it is.
I also figured tuna tartare would be a decadent 
Little treat for you. It was always a favorite of
Mine.

I’ll see you at your apartment tonight with 
Something special prepared.

Lots of love,
Rarity


“Aw, Rarity. You spoil me,” he smiled and tucked the note back in the basket.








Six o’clock rolled around and Spike made the drive home. A slow and steady commute through the evening traffic as the summer sun sinks into the horizon. The streetlights were blinking on as Spike pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, Parson Thorne. The man climbed the stairs to his apartment, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. 

“Welcome home, darling,” Rarity greeted him with a warm smile. “Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?” The violet-haired woman was kneeling right behind the door wearing nothing but the same apron from this morning.

Spike knew Rarity was waiting for him when he returned from work, but he was not expecting this. He gaped at the barely dressed woman in his apartment for a few moments before reality returned to him and he had the sense to close the door. “Um, what’s all this?” he asked reaching out a hand for her.

“What? A man can’t come home to a hot meal prepared by his beautiful and eager lady?” Rarity took his hand and stood up. She made a pouty face as if she had been hurt.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was referring to the Japanese housewife routine.”

“You don’t like it? I can change if you want…” the woman turned away ready to change her outfit.

“Hey! Wait! Hold up!” Spike said quickly, grabbing her shoulder. “I never said that. I kinda like it, actually…”

“I figured you would,” Rarity spun around and flung her arms around his neck. “After all, you seem particularly fond of the domestic housewife type.”

It took Spike a full ten seconds to figure out what exactly Rarity was talking about. “You found my porn stash?” he choked with a grimace on his face.

“Darling, a box under the bed is hardly ‘hidden’,” she shot at him. 

“I…should have guessed that, really,” he sighed. “Well, I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to living alone. So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Rarity chuckled. “You’re a single man in his twenties, living alone. I’d be more concerned if you didn’t have any porn lying around.”

“Huh, I can’t argue with that logic.”

“So, I’ll ask again,” she said giving him a coy look. “Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?”

Spike thought for a moment, absentmindedly twirling Rarity’s hair in his fingers. Finally, after several seconds, he answered, “You know, I’m actually kinda hungry, let’s have dinner first. That way, when we’re finished, we can shower together. How about that?”

“Spike, you naughty boy,” Rarity teased playfully slapping his chest. “Alright, that sounds wonderful.”

Rarity led Spike to the small kitchen where she had two meals prepared. Spike sat down on one side and she the other. The man could do nothing but gape at the food before him. set on the table was filet mignon, drizzled in a brown sauce a topped in garlic butter, with a side of steamed potatoes and carrots and grilled asparagus.

“Rarity, filet mignon? You really didn’t have to.”

“Oh, hush darling,” she waved him off. “Only the finest for you. Now, please, try it. I’m not as good a cook as Pinkie, but I think I did pretty well for myself.”

Spike picked up his utensils and started cutting into the tenderloin. The knife practically slid through the meat like butter. He took a bite and let out a moan. “Ooh, that’s good stuff. It just melts in my mouth.”

“That’s good to hear. I was worried I had overdone the meat,” Rarity breathed. She grabbed her utensils and began eating, taking a bite. With extra care, she maneuvered her arms around her large chest.

Noticing this, Spike spoke up, “Hey, I meant to ask you this earlier, but what’s going on with…?” he made a gesture around his chest.

“Hm? Oh, that, haha!” she laughed. “I cast a glamour spell on myself. Everyone in the coven does that before going out in public. Some, like Fluttershy, actually use a transformation spell. Since she’s so, well, big. It’s done so that we don’t attract too much unwanted attention.”

“Huh, okay. But you were still pretty big,” he said between bites.

“What can I say? I still like some attention, darling. I’m a fashionista, after all. All eyes must be on moi!” Rarity exclaimed as she puffed out her chest and flipped her hair.

“Haha, okay then,” Spike chuckled and resumed eating. “So, how was your day?”

“Oh, it was ghastly,” she sighed rolling her eyes. “One customer made me redo her dress because the ‘stitching was wrong’. It wasn’t, but I fixed it,” Rarity seethed took a bite of the tenderloin. “And I had six other custom orders to finish as well. Luckily, I had my assistant, Coco, there to speed things up. But let me tell you, I was ready to tear that woman’s hair out!” She stabbed a potato and angrily ate it. “How about you, darling? How was your day?” Rarity asked changing her tone.

“Not nearly as exciting as yours,” he joked. “It was fairly typical for me: fix a few bugs in the software, write up code for new programs, resist the urge to strangle Blueblood. Other than you showing up, and a few people asking me about you, it was uneventful,” Spike shrugged as he munched on an asparagus.

“Blueblood?”

“The guy you castrated in my office. Gotta admit, I got a kick outta that,” he smiled. “Vladimir Blueblood, son of the company’s CTO. Completely unqualified to even work as a janitor let alone as the supervisor for my floor.”







Spike and Rarity finished their meal and the magical woman set the dishes to cleaning themselves. She took the green-haired man by the hand and led him to the bathroom. He was already excited for this and could now feel his pants grow tight. Upon entering the room however, Spike stopped dead in his tracks. “What the hell? Why is my bathroom so huge?!” He exclaimed.

Rarity turned to Spike and gave him a semi-sheepish look. “Well, darling, your bathroom was simply too small for my tastes. So, I took it upon myself to make some necessary adjustments.”

“Necessary adjustments? Rarity, this room is at least half the size of my apartment!”

What was originally a modest bathroom for a small one-bedroom apartment was now more than quadruple in size. Granite tiling for every square inch of floor; quartz countertops for the two sinks on other side of the room with two felt cushion chairs next to them; two white-gold toilets; a white marble bathtub connected to a fireplace sat in the center of the room; and a crystal chandelier hanging over the tub.

“I’d say it’s more than half the size of your apartment,” she retorted.

“Not helping! What am I going to say to the building manager when he does the inspection and sees a tub that can fit ten people?”

“Oh, stop worrying. You’ll get wrinkles that way. No one is going to say anything. Should anyone besides you, myself and the girls see this place, it will just be a normal bathroom. That’s the beauty of magic, darling.”

Spike tried to find some way to argue back but couldn’t. He simply crossed his arms and huffed.

“Good. Now, why don’t we enjoy a nice relaxing bath together? And, maybe a little more?” 

Rarity sidled up next to Spike and pressed her chest against him. That was more than enough to convince the man and he hurriedly tore his clothes off. The violet-haired woman smiled and snapped her fingers and the tub began to fill itself. The room quickly became steamy as Rarity strutted over to the tub and took a couple bottles of colored liquid from the side. She popped the lid off one and poured it into the tub.

“Is that lilac?” Spike asked pressing up behind her. He sniffed at the perfumed liquid permeating through the room.

“And this one is jasmine,” she said holding up a bottle with yellow fluid. Rarity poured the contents into the water and the two bath oils swirled around each other. “Alright, we’ll let that steep while we clean ourselves.”

“We’re not going to bathe in here?” he inquired, splashing the water with his hand. 

“Heavens no, darling,” Rarity answered turning around to face Spike. “The bath is for pleasure, which we will get to, trust me. No, we’ll wash off our dirty bodies in the shower.”

“Huh?” Spike cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Behind the fireplace a shower was attached. Due to its placement it was virtually invisible if you walked right in. The stall was eight feet by six feet and had stained glass sliding doors. The floor was white marble again and the shelving and faucets were sterling silver. On the shelves were several bottles of exotic looking shampoos that Spike guessed were imported. 

“Good lord!” Spike exclaimed. “The only thing missing in here is a wet bar.”

“That’s not out of the realm of possibility,” Rarity replied ready to snap her fingers.

“No, no, no! That’s not necessary!” he said quickly, grabbing her hand. “Why don’t we clean up?”

Rarity smiled and slowly untied the apron. She pulled her hair through the garment and shook her head. Despite having seen her naked body before, Spike let out a soft moan. He felt his crotch grow hot as his shaft became more erect. Rarity took his hand and pulled him into the stall. She reached out and turned the water on. Jets of hot water shot down from the ceiling. The woman closed her eyes and let the water cascade down her voluptuous body. Her locks of hair clung to her back and she ran her hands through her thick mane. 

Without even thinking, Spike stepped closer to her and began running his own hands through her hair. He did this for about half a minute before he simply reached down and grabbed her plump butt. Rarity wrapped her arms around his torso and caressed his back. She pressed her lips to his, moaning into his mouth. Spike’s cock became fully erect between her thighs and he felt them squeeze close a little. 

Just as he thought they were about to go further, Rarity stopped. “Let’s save that for after,” she said putting a hand to his chest. Spike grumbled but obediently pulled away. “Good boy.” Rarity grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shelf and flipped the lid open. She inhaled the scent and sighed. “Nothing like lavender-mint after a long day.” She took a loofah from a shelf and squeezed a generous amount of body wash onto it. 

After lathering the sponge, Rarity stepped up to Spike and started scrubbing his chest. Lightly at first then she did it more roughly. She brought her face close as she cleaned him. Every inch of him was closely examined by Rarity. Lost in thought, she started to nuzzle his chest. She lazily scrubbed him as she planted kisses all over his pecs. Rarity probably would have continued like this for some time if Spike hadn’t spoke up.

“(Ahem) Uh, Rarity?” he cleared his throat.

“Yes darling?” she pulled back quickly, face going red. 

“I thought you wanted to wait for that?”

“Uh, yes. Of course,” she said brushing hair out of her face. “Alright, let’s turn around. I’m going to scrub your back.”

“You’re not gonna get distracted again, are you?” Spike teased.

“Hush.”

Rarity took the loofah and began cleaning his back. She scrubbed with more vigor, causing his skin to become a bit irritated. 

“Hey, hey. Don’t rub the skin off, okay?” he said over his shoulder. Rarity gave him a look and Spike just smiled.

“Okay, let’s do those arms.” She grabbed one arm and cleaned it then did the other. “Now, the legs.” Rarity knelt and scrubbed his legs clean.

“Uh…Rarity? I think you missed a spot,” Spike said pointing to his crotch.

“No, I didn’t forget it,” Rarity mused tossing the loofah aside. “I was saving that for last. With that being such a delicate area, we have to use a gentle touch.” She grabbed the body wash and squeezed a large dollop of the liquid into her hand. Rarity crouched before Spike and took his penis in her hands. She started lathering his manhood methodically and soon had it coated in a layer of suds. With her long-tapered fingers, she cradled Spike’s ball sack and worked the testicles. 

Spike’s cock began to twitch, and he could feel his head start to go swimmy. Rarity continued to stroke his erection: slow, slow, fast, fast, fast her hands moved. His body quivered as the pressure built up in his groin. “Rarity…wait…” he moaned trying to remain standing.

“Yes, darling?” she said looking up at him.

The man pushed Rarity aside in the nick of time as his cock shot its load across the shower stall. “AAH!” he cried out his legs feeling weak and he nearly collapsed.

“Honestly, darling. Releasing from just that?” the woman chastised him.

“Not like I could help it,” he breathed. “Your ‘handiwork’ was just too good. Plus, you’re too damn sexy.”

“Haha, alright, let’s get you rinsed off,” Rarity chuckled. She pulled Spike beneath the jets of water. “Now, you get to do me,” she said plucking a second loofah from the shelf.

“I…you serious?” Spike said incredulously.

“Of course, it’s only fair,” she handed him the sponge and body wash.

Spike took the items and began lathered up the loofah. He stood in front of Rarity with his hands ready and paused.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno. I suddenly feel like a high schooler who’s touching breasts for the first time. Even though I’ve done way more than that already.”

“Darling, you don’t need permission to touch me,” she said placing a hand to his cheek. “But, if you want to fondle my tits, I wouldn’t stop you.”

With the loofah in hand, Spike reached out and grabbed her breasts. His hands sunk into her fleshy orbs and Rarity let out a small moan. He took the sponge and began to gently scrub her front. Rarity’s skin was smooth and flawless, that much he already knew, but the feeling of the slippery body wash accentuated this. Spike worked her massive tits in circles, swapping the loofah between his hands every few rotations. With some reluctance he pressed his face into her cleavage. He buried himself between her breasts, squeezing them around his head, not wanting to come out. Before he could become completely lost, Spike pulled himself away from Rarity’s titanically, tantalizing tits, soap covering his face.

“Have your fun?” Rarity teased.

“For now. I kinda want to save whatever I have left for after,” he said wiping his face.

“Indeed.”

Spike resumed cleaning the beauty before him. He knelt and scrubbed her midriff. His hands scrubbed her with the loofah with a gentle touch. When he finished there, he moved to her legs. Thick thighs and strong calves held up this veritable goddess. Spike caressed her legs as he cleaned them, his hands massaging them as well. While doing this, the man pressed his face to Rarity’s snatch. He gave it a light kiss eliciting a squeak from the woman. She looked down and he gave her a coy wink.

“Alright,” he said standing up. “Now to get your back.”

Rarity made a show turning around, stepping forward with one foot and spinning in place. With Spike’s help, she was able to pull her hair to her front so the man could scrub her back. He ran a finger down her spine and the woman shuddered. Without further hesitation Spike began scrubbing her back. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down. He felt the curve of her spine and saw the juxtaposition with her backside. A wicked thought crossed his mind and Spike smiled evilly. 

“Spike is everything alri-OOH!” she started to ask but was quickly startled. Rarity looked behind to discover Spike had stuffed his cock into the loofah and was currently rubbing it between her butt cheeks. “Spike? What in the name of the goddess are you doing?”

“Just…cleaning you…”

“Very funny. You only have one place left to clean, then we can move onto that” she said giving him a look.

Spike yanked the loofah off his dick and peered around Rarity. “So, do I use this?”

“Oh, heavens, no,” she snatched the sponge from him and tossed it aside. “Much like you, this requires some delicacy.” Rarity snapped her fingers and a small bottle flew off the shelf into her hand. “Just squeeze some of this into your hand and gently clean the outer and inner labia.”

“Okay then.”

The man took the bottle and poured a small amount onto his fingers. He rubbed them over to evenly coat them. With the other arm wrapped around Rarity’s waist, Spike reached around and pressed his fingers to her vagina. Rarity moaned a little as Spike gently worked his fingers around her labia. The cute soft gasps every time he moved his hand. After Spike was certain he cleaned her labia, he took his fore finger and thumb and carefully rubbed her clitoris. This was enough to finally send her over the edge. Rarity let out a yelp as pussy juice spilled into Spike’s hand. Her back arched as her legs trembled. 

“WHOA THERE!” Spike cried out as Rarity slumped down. If it weren’t for the fact that he was holding onto her, Rarity would’ve collapsed onto the floor.

“S-spike?” she said voice wavering. 

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked pulling her to her feet.

“I have someone who does my hair,” Rarity turned to him lust in her eyes. “Rinse me off so that we may adjourn to the waiting tub.” The violet-haired woman had thrown all decorum out the window and desperately needed this man inside her.

“Oh? Yes! Right away!” 

Spike helped her to the water jets and rinsed the soap off her supple body. Without even asking, he scooped the woman into his arms and carried her to the tub. He stepped down into the perfumed water, ever grateful for the stairs in the tub. Spike set Rarity on the ledge inside the tub and stood over her. The woman clamped her arms around his waist and pulled him close.

“I want you to fuck me, right now!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Spikey-wikey!”

The little addition of her cutesy nickname for him felt weird, but he wasn’t one to say no to a woman practically begging for sex. Spike lined up his erect cock and stabbed it into Rarity’s eager snatch. Almost immediately he ejaculated into her. The woman threw her head back and wailed in pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. For the next hour or so, the two people fucked like wild animals. Their juices mixed with the bath water.







Later that evening, after Spike and Rarity had dried off, the two of them cuddled in his bed. He had a hand on her tits, and she grinded her butt against his groin.

“So, how’s this going to work out?” he asked her.

“You mean me and the girls?” Rarity flipped around to face Spike. “We’re going to be rotating every week. I got the first week, of course,” she said puffing out her chest.

“By rotating you mean…?”

“We’ll be stopping by your place so that we may become better acquainted with each other,” Rarity reached up and ruffled his hair. “No point in going through all this trouble, right?”

“Uh…right?” 

"Hmm, I feel like I'm forgetting something," she said furrowing her brow.

"Eh, it's probably not important," Spike shrugged. "It'll come to you later."

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Get some sleep,” she yawned and gave him a kiss. “We both have work tomorrow.”
> Chapter 8
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The week Spike spent with Rarity felt like a dream. He woke up every morning with this drop-dead gorgeous woman in his home and he still didn’t know what he did to deserve it. The hot meals prepared by her were nothing short of heavenly and the sex was even better. Spike was also glad to see her cat, Opal, was getting along with Padfoot. He was worried there would be problems with Rarity bringing her to the apartment, but the two animals didn’t seem to mind each other. Opal had apparently deemed Padfoot her own personal bed and regularly slept on his back.

At some point during the week, Twilight stopped by. Spike got excited and thought they were going to have a threesome but was quickly disappointed when she said the visit was strictly business. Twilight brought a large mirror into his bedroom and rattled off a lot of technical jargon which Spike had zero understanding of. The indigo-haired woman explained that the mirror was a two-way portal between his apartment and the Manor. There was a dial on the side with engravings of their witch-mark on it. Turning the dial to one of the markings connected the mirror to an identical one in each of their rooms in the Manor.

With the week coming to a close, Spike was sad to see the fashionista leave. He didn’t want her to leave but at the same time, he was excited about the next girl to spend the week with him.

“So, is it gonna be Twilight next week?” he asked Rarity as they cuddled on the final night.

“Hm? Oh, you mean who will be showing up next?” she said sleepily. “I don’t know. I can tell you it won’t be Twilight though.”

“Oh? Why not? I thought she’d be next since she was the second girl I was with at the Manor.”

“Well, Twilight has a symposium she’s attending for her college. She won’t be back until Wednesday. And I don’t know who’s available, at the moment. So, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Twilight works for a college? Which one?”

“Yes, she’s a professor for Ponnsylvania. She teaches some math class there, I can’t remember which.”

“Ooo, she works for UPonn? That’s cool.”

“Yes, and you can ask her more about this when it’s her week,” she said bumping her plump posterior into his midsection

“Oof. Okay, okay. Let’s just get some sleep.”

Spike woke the following morning to find Rarity had already left. He was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to say goodbye to her, but he was happy for the time spent. With a yawn he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. There he found a plate of French toast, a bowl of sliced fruit, and a glass of orange juice on the table. A note with Rarity’s elegant handwriting sat next to the plate. Spike sat down and read the note as he ate.

Dear Spike,

I had a lovely time spending the week with you. You are a charming man, and quite the gentleman. Something that’s hard to come by these days. Sadly, I left early in the morning. I knew if I stayed much longer, I wouldn’t want to leave. It just wouldn’t be fair to the other girls if I were to keep you all to myself. Goddess knows I’d love to. I am leaving Opal in your care for now. It seems she’s taking quite a liking to Padfoot and refuses to part with him. There are a few cans of cat food in the refrigerator. Give her half a can for every meal. 

I took the liberty of making you breakfast. It should stay fresh until nine o’ clock, that’s when the spell will wear off.

Love you, darling.

Rarity.

The note had a kiss mark in bright red at the bottom. “Aww. Rarity, you didn’t have to do all this,” Spike said through a mouthful of food. “Mmm, this French toast is amazing. Wonder where Opal is now?”

“Mrow!” 

As if on cue, Spike heard the white fluffball behind him. He turned to see Opal sitting on the floor with her food bowl in front of her. “Hungry, kitty?” he said reaching down to scratch her. The cat merely licked her paw. “Alright, one second.”

Spike grabbed her bowl and moved to the fridge. Inside he found a few stacks of an expensive brand of cat food on one of the shelves. Opal twisted herself around Spike’s legs and purred. Spike chuckled and took one of the flat cans. As per Rarity’s instructions, he portioned out half the can and served it to the waiting feline. Without hesitation, Opal began scarfing down the wet food, purring happily. 

Hearing sounds from the kitchen, Padfoot came trotting in. Spike filled his bowl with the normal kibble and gave him a scratch behind the ears. Padfoot pushed his bowl close to Opal’s and began eating. “Got yourself a girlfriend there? Not sure how that’s gonna work, but whatever.” Spike returned to his breakfast and finished it in silence.

After cleaning the dishes, Spike still hadn’t seen any sign of the next girl showing up. Not wanting to just sit around, he put on some running clothes, grabbed Padfoot’s leash, and went out for a run.

“Keep an eye on the place, Opal,” he said to the feline as she groomed herself. “Make sure you ward off any weirdos.” With the excited dog in tow, Spike left his apartment.

It was only a little past eight, and already the air was hot and sticky. Spike was only a few blocks from his apartment complex, and he was working up a decent sweat. Padfoot obediently kept pace with him, not going too fast or too slow. Spike loved morning jogs like this. It was a good way to clear his mind and having Padfoot right next to him felt reassuring. 

‘Wonder who’s gonna show up this week?’ he thought to himself as he ran. ‘Maybe it’ll be Applejack? That woman is a tough nut to crack.’

Spike stopped at an intersection and waited for the crosswalk to change. 

‘Or perhaps Rainbow Dash. She’d be fun to go on runs with.’

The light changed and Spike started running again.

‘Ooo! Maybe it’ll be Pinkie? She was a lot of fun, and her baking is amazing. And I can’t forget Fluttershy. I mean, how could I? Someone that huge you remem-‘

“OOF!”

“AAH!”

Spike had rounded a corner and ran into someone. He stumbled backwards but managed to stay standing. The other person, however, had fallen over.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” he apologized helping the woman up. “I got kinda lost in my own thoughts.”

“It’s no problem, it happens to all of us,” the woman said amiably, waving him off. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with had sultry raspberry eyes and bright-orange hair with yellow streaks. The thing that stood out the most was the choker with a brilliant-red pendant around her neck.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked.

“Thanks for asking, but nothing more than a sore backside. I think I’ll live,” she said giving him a warm smile.

“That’s good. I have plowed into people and really hurt them in the past,” Spike said sheepishly. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“Nope, no harm done,” she said shaking her head. “I’m Adagio, by the way.” The woman introduced herself and held out her hand.

“Name’s Spike. Nice to meet you,” he followed suit and shook her hand.

“That’s a handsome dog you’ve got there,” she said. “What’s his name?”

“Oh, this is Padfoot,” Spike said scratching the canine behind the ears. 

“May I pet him?”

“Yeah, sure. He’s friendly.”

Adagio reached out to pet Padfoot, but the dog quickly snapped at her. The woman pulled her hand back in shock. “AH! Nice doggy.”

The large dog emitted a low growl from the back of his throat.

“Padfoot! Bad dog!” Spike scolded. “I’m sorry, he’s normally so well behaved. I don’t know why he would try to bite you?”

“Maybe I smell bad?”

Spike shrugged and took up Padfoot’s leash. “It was nice meeting you but I gotta go. Again, sorry about running into you.” He waved and took off around the corner.

“Bye! Hope to see you again!” Adagio called to him and waved. 

After Spike was out of sight, her warm demeanor was replaced with a more sinister one. Two more women showed up at the corner. One had purple hair with aquamarine streaks done up in twintails. The other had cerulean hair with darker blue streaks done up in a ponytail. Like Adagio, they both had a choker with matching red pendants.

“So, was that the guy?” the purple-haired one asked in a bored tone.

“Oh, yes, Aria. He’s definitely the one,” Adagio answered. 

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” the blue-haired one practically screamed bouncing in place. “Let’s go get him.”

“Patience, Sonata. He’s not quite ready yet,” Adagio said waggling a finger. “We have to wait until he’s finally peaked. Then we snatch him.”

“UGH! That could take ages!” Aria grumbled. 

“Normally, yes. But I think those strumpets will have him ready in about a month. Maybe a month and a half.”

“Well, while we’re waiting, let’s get something to eat. I’m starved!” Sonata suggested.

“Yeah, I could go for some grub, too,” Aria added.

“Alright, we’ll stop by a restaurant,” Adagio said turning. “But we’re not getting tacos!”

“Awww. Why not?” Sonata moaned. “They’re so good.”

“NO!” Adagio and Aria said in unison.








Spike returned home a little over an hour later, covered in sweat. “Phew! That was a good. Right, boy?” he knelt and unhooked the leash from Padfoot’s collar. The large black dog merely cocked his head and gave his master that typical canine ‘grin’. “Come on. Let’s get some water.”

The two of them moved through the apartment and passed Opal curled up on the couch. 

“All clear, Opal?” he teased the feline. She just flipped her tail in response but otherwise didn’t move.

In the kitchen, Spike filled Padfoot’s water dish and a glass for himself. He took a few moments to empty the glass. “Ah, that’s better. How about you? He turned to his dog who happily guzzled down the water. “That good, huh?”

Suddenly, Spike heard a noise from his apartment. He grabbed a knife from the counter and tapped Padfoot. With a quick hand motion, the canine had crouched down ready to pounce. Spike moved forward a bit, listening. He heard a clatter from his room and silently moved towards it, Padfoot in tow. With the knife ready in hand, Spike approached the door expecting the worst, when.

“Um, hello? Spike?” a familiar female voice called from within the room. “Are you home right now? If you are, could you help me?”

“Fluttershy?” Spike said setting the knife down on his coffee table and signaled Padfoot to calm down. 

He opened the door to see the top-heavy woman stuck in the mirror. Fluttershy massive breasts were squeezed into the frame of the mirror and her face just barely poked out the front. She had her hands clasped to either side of the frame and was desperately trying to free herself but to no avail.

“Hi,” she said sheepishly. “It seems your mirror is a little smaller than mine. So, when I tried to come through, I…got stuck.”

“Can’t you just make yourself smaller? Then slide on through?” he asked stepping closer to her. 

“No, it doesn’t seem like I can,” she said pouting a little. “I think the mirror’s magic is preventing me from doing so.”

“Alright, don’t worry. We’ll sort you out,” he said scratching his head. “Can you get your hands through?”

“Yeah, one second.” She reached through the mirror and waited for further instructions. “Okay, now what?”

“Now, this.” Spike grasped Fluttershy’s hands and braced his feet against the wall. “Man, am I glad this thing is attached to the wall,” he muttered to himself. “Okay, this is probably gonna hurt a bit. You’ll need to push yourself with your legs. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, ready? Pulll”

Spike scrunched up his face as he pulled on Fluttershy. The flesh in her breasts bulged out as she was squeezed through the small opening. Spike was getting quite tired, and they weren’t any closer to freeing her.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” he said, stopping. “Here, wrap your arms around my neck. I’m gonna hook my arms under your armpits.”

Fluttershy obeyed and Spike braced himself against the wall again. With a lot of effort, he managed to pull the supremely busty woman through the mirror. Spike lost balance and Fluttershy toppled on top of him. They crashed onto the floor of his bedroom, Fluttershy’s breasts rippled like water and Spike had the wind knocked out of him.

“Oh, my goodness. Are you alright?” she said over her tits.

“Yeah, never better,” he choked trying to breathe in. “Just give me a sec’.”

The amazoness climbed off Spike, her breasts dribbling milk. She stood up and helped the flattened man up. He took a moment to take the enormous woman in. Fluttershy was big even compared to the other women he met in the Everfree Manor, but it seemed as if her breasts were larger than before. Spike shrugged it off without much thought. He figured she appeared bigger after spending a week with Rarity. 

Fluttershy stood still for a moment and closed her eyes. A pale-blue light wrapped around her for several seconds before dissipating. When the light finally cleared, Fluttershy was considerably smaller. Well, smaller for her, at least. While she was no longer over seven feet tall with breasts the size of beach balls, she was still quite sizeable. Standing next to Spike, she was at least a head taller than him, and her breasts were each bigger than basket balls.

“There, this should do,” she said confidently. “Though, I can’t stay like this for too long. It’s a bit tiring.”

“Are you sure? You’re still kinda…” Spike said with a confused look.

“Still kinda what?” Fluttershy asked turning to him, her breasts nearly smacking Spike in the face.

“Eh, nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said backing away from the wrecking balls. “Hey, I just got back from a run, so I’m gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself at home.”

“Okay. I’m just going to grab a few things from my room.”

Spike grabbed his bathrobe and headed to the bathroom. It was a week later, but he was still amazed by the luxurious state Rarity had left it in. He stripped off his sweaty clothes and tossed them into the hamper. Inside the shower, Spike stood there for a few moments and let the hot water pound against him. It was soothing, the near scalding temperature combined with the intensity of the jets. He let out a sigh and let his mind wander. 

‘Aw man, I gotta finish that coding tomorrow,’ he thought. ‘Don’t need to give that prick a reason to talk to me. I think I need to buy dog food? I’ll check that later.’ Spike grabbed a bottle of body wash and began lathering up a washcloth. ‘Gotta admit, having the girls spend time at my place is rather nice. Rarity was a lot of fun, wonder what the rest will be like?’ he scrubbed his forearms as he mulled things over. ‘Fluttershy is a bit of a trip. She seems kinda dotty, like she’s not really paying attention. But those breasts of hers. Damn. And being smothered by them like that?’

Lost in his thoughts, Spike moved his hand to his crotch and began scrubbing there. 

‘The weight on top of me, and how they bounce. Oh, man, it’s so good’. His scrubbing became more rhythmic with his growing erection. ‘Shit! I wanna fuck those tits of hers. I wanna suck on her tits, make my cock huge again, then fuck her tits. I wanna-‘.

Spike finally realized how hard he was and that he needed to take care of it. But he didn’t want to just use the body wash to finish the job. He rinsed off the soap and was about to head for his room when he spotted new bottle on the shelf. It was a bottle of lube with some writing scrawled on the side in marker.

Figured you could use this here. 
R. 

“Oh, Rarity, you amazing woman you.”

Without much hesitation, Spike squeezed a generous amount of lube into to his hand and began masturbating. He sat on the ledge in the shower and fantasized about all the things he wanted to do to Fluttershy. How he wanted to suck her breasts dry. How he wanted to fuck her silly. He felt the pressure building in his cock and moved his hand faster. His head started to go swimmy, and he knew he was getting close.

“Hey, Spike? I hope you don’t mind, I put some organic food in your refrigerator,” Fluttershy said standing in the shower door.

“GAH!!!”

Spike recoiled from the sudden intrusion. His body quaked as he ejaculated. Ropes of semen shot across the shower and hit Fluttershy. Both of them remained still for several moments, unsure what they should do. Finally, Spike broke the silence.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, I put some organic food in your fridge. I hope that’s okay?” she said, her face going a little red.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That’s fine,” he said crossing his leg. “I should probably eat more organic anyway. Are you okay? I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to quickly clean it off.” Fluttershy turned and left, leaving a stunned Spike.

“Oh, okay.” Spike stood and turned the water on full blast. He remained under the jets another few minutes.

Meanwhile, in Spike’s bedroom, Fluttershy was sprawled out on his bed in her natural form. She had one hand fingering her pussy, while the other scraped Spike’s seed off herself. “Oh, my goodness. I saw his thingy,” she said in a small voice. “And he was doing that.” Fluttershy licked the semen from her hand and moaned. “Oooh. I want him. I want him. I want him to fuck my pussy! I want him to tear me up! OOOOH!!!” As she masturbated, Fluttershy’s breasts gurgled. Milk began to well up on her nipples and dribbled down her chest.








After the incident in the shower, Spike and Fluttershy felt too awkward to talk to each other. They were polite and made small talk, but they avoided eye contact. When evening rolled around, Spike stir fried some vegetables and chicken breasts that Fluttershy brought with her. He prepared Opal’s and Padfoot’s food bowls and watched as the canine carried the small ball of fluff on his back to the kitchen. Padfoot crouched to let Opal off and waited for her to start eating before he did.

“Padfoot is quite the gentleman, er, dog, isn’t he?” Fluttershy said as Spike brought their food over to the table.

“Heh, more like a lovesick puppy,” he chuckled and set the plates down.

“Oh, you can just put it here,” she said indicating her chest.

“Alright then.”

Spike set the plate on Fluttershy’s breast and she breathed in the aroma. “Mmm, Spike. This smells so good.” She said taking a bite. “Oh, my. It tastes good too.”

“Thanks, my grandmother taught me how to cook,” he said eating his food.

“Well, I’ll have to tell her she did a good job teaching you.”

“Oh, that may be a bit…difficult,” Spike said looking down.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, that’s because…she’s dead.”

Fluttershy stopped eating and held a hand to her mouth. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Spike said waving her off. “You didn’t know. She passed a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Opal and Padfoot had finished their food and returned to the living room. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they both blurted out an apology.

“I’M SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SHOWER!!” 

“You’re sorry?” Spike looked at her incredulously. “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I got my stuff on you. I shouldn’t have been facing the door.”

“No, I should apologize,” she said leaning forward, nearly spilling the contents of her plate. “I shouldn’t have just barged into the shower like that. It was rude of me.”

Spike and Fluttershy looked at each other for a moment and started laughing. 

“Oh, man, I’ve been here feeling so bad about this morning,” he said wiping tears from his eyes. “I thought for sure you’d be upset with me.”

“Upset with you? Spike, you’re such a sweetheart,” she said fixing her plate. “If that’s the worst to happen to me while I’m here, then I think we’ll be fine.”

The rest of the night went by without much issue. Spike and Fluttershy cleaned up after finishing dinner. Well, Spike did most of the cleaning. Fluttershy just took the cleaned dishes and dried them. She kept apologizing for how inconvenient she and her breasts were, and Spike kept telling her not to worry about it. 

They spent the rest of the night in the living room watching videos on the internet. Fluttershy tried to cuddle with him, but it ended up with her ample breasts in his lap and her head resting on them. She felt defeated but Spike assured her it was alright and stroked her hair. This seemed to calm her a bit and she started dozing as a result. Instead of trying to deal with a sleepy Fluttershy, Spike convinced her to move to the bedroom so she could just fall asleep. Spike scooted up behind her and had one hand stroking her hair.








Every morning for the rest of the week, Spike would wake up being smothered by Fluttershy. It didn’t matter how they went to sleep he would end up between her massive orbs of squishy flesh. By Wednesday he started setting his alarm for fifteen minutes earlier, so he had enough time to free himself from his heavenly prison and get to work on time. 

Fluttershy apologized profusely and told him she didn’t know why it kept happening. Spike told her to stop apologizing and that he would deal with it. He figured she slept with a body pillow and was used to holding onto something at night. 

Spike was, however, more concerned with Fluttershy’s breasts than anything. Maybe he was imagining it, but every day it seemed as if her tits were getting bigger. Not that it was a bad thing, but he thought he was going crazy. Things finally came to a head when he came home from work Thursday evening.

“Hey! I’m home!” he called out as he walked through the front door. “Man, work was a bitch. If that jerkass, Blueblood, wasn’t my supervisor, I’d punch his teeth out.” He looked around and only saw Padfoot in his corner with Opal curled up next to him. “Guess Fluttershy’s out?”

The green-haired man moved to the kitchen and took a nutri-potion Twilight had sent him form the refrigerator. He guzzled down the cool, ice-blue liquid in seconds and felt immediately refreshed. Spike tossed the empty bottle away and thought about what Twilight had told him. “Maybe I should cut back on those things. Twilight did say they were addictive.” He was about to head to the bathroom for a shower when he heard someone.

“Spike?! Is that you?” It was Fluttershy, and it came from his bedroom. “Can you come here?”

“Fluttershy? Is everything alright?”

Spike moved to the bedroom, opened the door, and stood there dumbfounded. He found Fluttershy sprawled out on his bed. She was completely naked and had one hand furiously fingering her vagina. However, that wasn’t the shocking thing. No, what was shocking was that her breasts were more than twice their normal size and were leaking milk everywhere.

“I, uh…what?” Spike stuttered too stunned to form cohesive sentences.

Fluttershy’s face was bright red and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. “Could you help me with this? I’ve gotten a little backed up.”

“Help you with what?” Spike said closing the door behind him. “Why are you so huge? How did this happen?”

“Well…” she started, looking away in embarrassment. “…You know that my boobies make milk, right?”

“I am aware of this.”

“Well, they constantly make milk. It’s not a lot, but they never stop.”

“Okay, I’m with you so far.”

“Normally it’s not too much of a problem,” she continued, her hand still working her pussy. “About once a week I go to someplace to have them drained. But…”

“But?”

“They’ve been closed since last week for renovations, and I haven’t had any chance to drain them. So, the milk kept building up.”

“Not to state the obvious, but couldn’t you have someone else help you with this? Not that I wouldn’t mind helping you, but if you knew this was gonna happen…”

“Well, everyone else has been busy the past week,” Fluttershy explained. “Twilight is out of town, Dash is training for a marathon, Rarity and Pinkie are swamped with their jobs, and Applejack kept going on about pixies or something.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. But why can’t you do it yourself? Wouldn’t that be option one?”

“Oh, that’s because every time I do, I get turned on, and then I start to masturbate. That causes me to make more milk. It’s kinda a vicious cycle. Also, I’ve been masturbating a lot whenever you’re not home. That’s why I’m so huge right now. I don’t normally get this big if I go a week without a draining.”

“So, I wasn’t going crazy?!” Spike shouted. “Your tits were getting bigger. It wasn’t just me thinking you’re just bigger than I remember.”

“Nope, afraid not,” she said sheepishly.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“Well, I mean,” she said looking at her breasts that at him. “I thought that was obvious.”

Spike gave her a confused look. “You want me to breastfeed from you?” She nodded in response. “Call me crazy, but I don’t think that’s physically possible. There’s simply waaay too much.”

“Oh, Spike, please would you? I’m getting too big, and I don’t think I can move anymore,” she pleaded and gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. I’ll do it,” he said throwing his hands up. “Just give me a second to take my clothes off. Don’t want them to get soaked in milk.”

Spike quickly undressed and approached Fluttershy. She adjusted herself so she was in more of a sitting position. Initially, he was going to kneel at the foot of the bed to do this, but he figured it would get tiresome after a while. So, Spike instead decided to climb into bed with Fluttershy. He slid himself feet first under her breasts and was essentially sitting in her lap.

“This is starting to seem familiar,” he said to himself. He grabbed her breasts and moved her nipples to his face. Milk spurted out of them, spraying his upper body. “Well, here goes nothing,” he sighed and clamped his mouth onto both of her nipples.

Fluttershy threw her head back and moaned. She was already at the brink of climaxing, and Spike biting onto her tits pushed her over the edge. Milk gushed from her nipples and Spike nearly choked from this, but he steeled his mind and kept his mouth firmly on her breasts. Fluttershy’s milk tasted richer than the last time. Sweeter, even. It was like honey from heaven. Spike’s face grew hot, and soon the only thought in his mind was gulping down this nectar.

Several minutes had passed, and Spike briefly had a moment of lucidity. He realized that he had drunk perhaps three gallons of Fluttershy’s breastmilk, yet he didn’t seem the least bit full. ‘That should be impossible’, he thought. ‘There’s no way I drank that much’. But he kept sucking on her breasts as if his life depended on it. Each mouthful that he swallowed caused him to enter a blissful stupor. He began massaging Fluttershy’s breasts. Spike worked his hands in a circular motion and moved them with the rhythm of his breathing. Back to front, back to front. This caused the milk to flow more rapidly, which caused him to work his hands faster.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy braced herself against the bed and was riding her mounting orgasm. Her mind was going wild as Spike drained her breasts. Her pussy ached and she desperately wanted him to fuck her. But she knew she had to wait. Draining the milk from her breasts was more important now. She looked down to see how Spike was doing and saw something poking out from her cleavage. Fluttershy was tempted to start playing with it, but she didn’t want to interrupt Spike. So, she just sat there and eagerly watched, licking her lips.

Nearly forty minutes had gone by since Spike began suckling on Fluttershy. He had consumed more than a dozen gallons of milk from her breasts and they were almost to their normal size. In the back of his mind he wondered how this was even possible. Even taking all the magic stuff into consideration, he shouldn’t have been able to drink this much. And he hadn’t expelled anything yet, so where was it all going? With the thought of drinking Fluttershy’s milk taking over his mind, Spike hadn’t noticed how large his penis had become. With the sheer amount he had drunk, and how concentrated it was, his cock was practically double the size it had become when he was first with the giant woman. 

Fluttershy had watched in anticipation as Spike’s dick grew in size. At first, just the tip of the head was visible from between her breasts, but in no time the entire thing could be seen. It was an incredible thing to behold. His penis just kept rising into the air, becoming longer and thicker with each second. Fluttershy noticed veins began bulging out along the shaft and precum dribbled from the tip. The scent hit her nose and she couldn’t help herself anymore. She took his massive erection in her hands and began stroking it.

Spike rapidly returned to reality when Fluttershy grabbed his penis. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see the tree trunk growing from his crotch. 

“What the hell?” he exclaimed pulling away from her breasts. Milk sprayed him in the face, and he struggled to see.

“Oh, Spike. Did I disturb you?” Fluttershy asked rubbing his cock up and down.

Spike moved Fluttershy’s breasts away and wiped his face. “Bluh, well, no, not exactly,” he sputtered. “But what in god’s name happened to my penis?”

“Hm?” Fluttershy was now rubbing her face against the shaft of his dick. “What happened? Well, you did drink A LOT of my milk. So, it only makes sense this would happen.” 

“Yeah, but don’t you think this is a bit-GUH!”

Fluttershy had wrapped her lips around the tip of his penis and began sucking the precum that had been spewing out. With a bit of effort, she managed to get the entire head into her mouth, though that was all she could fit in. She took her breasts in her hands and moved them up and down his stiff shaft. 

Spike gritted his teeth and gripped the bedsheets as she did this. The sensation was phenomenal. The pressure of her breasts on his shaft, the suction from her mouth on his head, the teasing from her tongue. Combined with the effects of her breastmilk and how painfully erect he was, Spike’s mind melted away in pleasure. He was drenched in her tit juice and could no longer think straight anymore. In fact, that hazy sensation had returned. Green filled his vision and a hunger began to creep its way in.

After a few minutes of her improvised blowjob, Spike couldn’t hold it in anymore and finally blew his load. Fluttershy’s eyes popped open as she felt the semen hit the back of her throat. Once he was done ejaculating, Fluttershy ran her hands up his shaft, squeezing every bit into her mouth. She pulled away and smacked her lips.

“Hmm, that was quite good,” she said wiping her mouth. “But aren’t you the naughty boy? It’s too soon to be cumming.”

Spike looked up at her with bleary eyes and merely groaned. He felt as drained as her breasts.

“Well, it looks like I’m gonna have to punish you,” she said and noticed his cock was still erect. “And I think I know just the punishment.”

With her breasts back to their normal size, Fluttershy was able to move around without much trouble. She stood up on the bed, taking care not to smack her head on the ceiling, and lined her sopping wet vagina up with his massive penis. She teased the tip with her labia and Spike let out a moan.

“Ready or not, here I! COME!!!” on the word ‘come’, Fluttershy shoved herself onto Spike’s penis and pushed it all the way in. She threw her head back and a choked sound came out. The walls of her vagina pulsed around his dick. Her entire abdomen was push out from taking the whole thing, and she felt it pushing deep into her womb. “Oh, goddess, Spike! Your dick is sooo good!” she yelled. “It’s stretching out my pussy! It’s so deep inside me!”

Spike was pinned beneath this tremendous woman and could hardly do anything. He felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. He could feel another ejaculation building up and was doing his best to hold it back. It was a challenge, to be sure. A large part of his brain was screaming to just let it out, but another part was telling him to stay strong.

Fluttershy began moving her body. She pushed herself off his dick and slammed herself back on with great force. Spike was certain she was going to break the bed, or perhaps him. Every time she came back down her tits would smack against his chest. The force of this brought him back to his senses. As Fluttershy slid herself on and off Spike’s cock, the man reached up and grabbed her bouncing breasts. 

“YIPE!!” the woman cried out and stopped what she was doing. 

Taking advantage of her hesitation, Spike began thrusting his hips upward. Given the sheer size of his package, this was an incredible task. Pushing up inside this giant woman was tiring work, but he persevered. Fluttershy came to and doubled her efforts to ‘punish’ Spike. She lay down on him, hoping her own size would be enough to hinder him. Fluttershy pumped her hips and Spike thrust his in a battle of attrition. 

In the end, Fluttershy’ own determination won out against Spike’s. This was mostly due to the fact that he was fairly inexperienced with handling a supersized penis. Though she did congratulate him for lasting as long as he did. They lay on the bed basking in the afterglow.

“So, am I gonna be alright, or will I have to see a doctor if this lasts for more than four hours,” he asked Fluttershy indicating his still enlarged penis. It was reduced in size now but still quite huge.

“Hmm? Oh, you’ll be fine,” she cooed ruffling his hair. “Give it a few hours and you’ll be back to normal. Or would you like me to make it bigger again?” she said moving a hand to his crotch.

“No, I’m good,” he sighed. “I kinda want to go to work tomorrow and not draw attention to myself.”

“Do you want to cuddle my boobies?”

Spike thought for a moment before answering. “Yes,” he said turning to her welcoming cleavage.