> A Dragon's Duties
>  by Dr Sharaz Jek
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> Chapter 1
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The library stretched before Spike like a labyrinth. No matter how many times he cleaned it, Twilight Sparkle seemed determined to expand it even further, rows-upon-rows of shelves neatly stacked and filled to the brim with all sorts of books. To her it was the pride of the Castle of Friendship. To him it was another nuisance he often had to deal with.

It was the downside every time Twilight's special day of the week rolled around. He swore she never truly took a day off, not unless he and the rest of the herd forced her. Even Rarity knew when to leave things to her assistants, and only Applejack was more pathological when it came to working her buns off. He carefully dusted and indexed each heavy tome, even though he wasn't sure how many ponies other than her bothered to check out the riches of contents here?

Twilight sailed through the air as she helped him, pushing a tray with her aura, her horn lit up as she lifted tones of books at once, and she meticulously checked his work. “So far so good! You're doing great as always, Spike!”

“Um, thanks, I guess.” At least now he was so tall he could easily reach any section, although he dared not spread his leathery wings here. He grumbled at her tiresome perfectionism. Yeah, he loved her dearly, but this was one aspect that weared on his nerves a smidge. His snout warped into a toothy grin as he watched her work from behind, his eyes slowly tracing over her averagely-endowed but well-shaped physique. His eyes turned to slits as his dragon instincts started to kick in, licking his chops as he daydreamed about taking her then-and-there, and he slapped his cheek to bring himself back to his senses.

But why not? This was supposed to be a day of fun, right? He padded up on all fours behind her, taking care not to scratch his claws on the floor, and he suddenly wrapped his hands around her midsection. She tensed up and squealed. “S-Spike?” She breathed a sigh of relief. Then locked up again when he traced over her hips. “Come on, Spike. We're supposed to be-”

“Working? Yeah, but we could both use some motivation. Not to mention a break!” He spread her thighs wider, tracing up the insides with his palms, before he slipped a digit into her vulva. She bit her lip and blushed as lubrication immediately ran down his finger, which he twisted to work his way in deeper. With his other hand, he tweaked her swelling love button, breathing in her sexual musk. Her wings unfurled to their full plume, her teats rising and falling as she sucked in rapid breaths.

She whispered, “What if we're caught?!”

“Come on. Nopony comes around here! Especially this early.” His own twin dragonhoods started to escape their sheaths, pink and moist and ridged on the undersides. He rubbed them upon her well-sculped buttocks, and her dock reflexively raised her tail, the universal way a mare helped communicate she was ready to mate. She looked back at him with an almost pained expression, her glistening cerise marehood winking and dripping, not wanting to openly beg him to take her.

Gently he wrapped his jaws around the nape of her neck, and bit down, not hard enough to break the skin; just to make her moan low as she submitted to him. He teased her lower holes, poking at her puckered asshole and foal canal with his tips, making her wiggle her bottom. She tensed up and cried out when he slid into her, pinning her against the shelf. His palms encircled her breasts, squeezing the fatty tissue, and pulling on nipples which went erect under his firm yet tender touch.

He started to slowly move his muscular hips, his soft underbelly pressed upon her slender back, his bulk casting a long shadow over his much smaller lover. Once he would've feared hurting her; now they were almost in perfect sync. “Spike, I love you.” She'd often repeat those words for assurance. She was the most insecure of his herd, which surprised him since she was one of the most powerful beings on Equestria, yet she couldn't help but constantly compare herself to Rarity and Applejack.

He'd told her many times she was just as important as them, but she'd still have these moments of doubts. He took special care to spend every moment he could with Sparkle on her day, to express in whatever ways he could how important she truly was.

Neither of them heard the clop of hooves as a pair of mares entered. Trixie's eyes went wide in the distance, seeing the pair openly rutting, and she opened her maw to speak when Starlight suddenly pressed a hoof over it. “Maybe we should let them be,” mused Glimmer with a low giggle. “Although...it's not like we're at fault for stumbling upon this?”

Trixie scrunched up her muzzle once she released it. “Trixie had no idea drakes were so well-equipped!”

Starlight's smile widened. “Why Trixie, is that envy I hear? I know Spike's herd sometimes shares him with close friends. I know you and Twilight still sometimes have your differences, but you could always ask her for a turn!”

“N-no! Trixie simply wishes to...observe, is all!” She kept staring at the couple shamelessly rutting as they lost all sense of their usual selves in the moment, Spike taking her a bit more fiercely as his eyes glazed over and his baser, more dominant instincts kicked in, his tail wrapping around her own to pull on it. Trixie squirmed while she watched, her loins starting to burn.

While Trixie and Starlight spent most of their time on the road, touring with the caravan, they would routinely return to visit their friends in Ponyville. They had casually become lovers to sate one-another's needs; nothing serious but usually suitable in a pinch. Luckily neither of them had ever entered a heat cycle they would either need a stallion to sate or risk riding out.

Glimmer turned as she started to leave, only to pause once Trixie trotted up to the lovers. “Wait-”

By the time Spike and Twilight noticed Trixie near them they were already past the point of no return. While Sparkle tensed up anew as her holes clenched around his throbbing dicks, her face fully red as it lewdly twisted and she started to gush all over his crotch, he proudly jutted out his chest with masculine pride to match his grin, gripping harder on one of Twi's buttocks and continuing to grope a tit while the other bounced and cast small flecks of sweat. He grunted and unloaded spray-after-spray into her slippery tunnels, which milked him for all they were worth, his balls continuing to slap her as she drained him dry.

Her stomach bloated from the cum sloshed in her womb, her eggs swimming in the hot, milky overflow. The shots he fired sent her over the brink repeatedly, eyes rolling skyward as she nearly crumpled under multiple orgasms making her quiver.

Trixie suddenly grabbed Twi's head with both forehooves, and pressed their snouts together in a deep kiss, shocking all of them. Not that she particularly cared. Their tongues danced as a bewildered Sparkle reluctantly accepted, even leaning back into it, savoring the warmth and taste which filled her. Starlight couldn't do more than stare at the sensual display, dumbfounded.

When Lulamoon finally withdrew with a wet smack their mouths were still connected by strings of saliva. “Not bad, Princess of Friendship.” She half-lidded her eyes, almost sounding sarcastic. “You are...adequate for Trixie's needs.”

Twilight narrowed her eyes, still huffing as the dragon pulled out, trying to muster some dignity despite the audible plop and the cum mixed with her own secretions oozing out on the floor. “What, don't tell me the 'Great and Powerful' Trixie thinks she can do better?” Maybe she'd regret this, but she looked back at Spike. “What do you say? Want Trixie to put her hoof in her mouth?” She couldn't afford to be shown up by the petty, arrogant stage magician in the bedroom of all things!

“If that's okay,” he said and she nodded. He studied Trixie who shot him a smirk so cocky it would shame Rainbow Dash. One that challenged him even more than Applejack. And he somehow got the sense she'd like it even rougher than Rarity. He suddenly felt this shameful urge to put her in her place. Just like Twilight wanted. “Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you...”

“Trixie knows all about dragon instincts,” she boasted. “I can take anything you throw my way!”

Starlight cocked an eyebrow. “Have you ever even been with a stallion before? Maybe you should take it easy.”

“Hush, Starlight. You're embarassing me.” She tossed her pointy hat to Glimmer, followed by her star-covered cape, then brushed back her silky mane with a flourish. “Don't hold back! Show Trixie what you've got!”

“You asked for it!” He stalked behind her, seized her mane with one hand and her tail with the other, lifting her off the floor. She wiggled in his grasp, eyes turning to saucers as if she was suddenly having second thoughts, but not wanting to protes and lose face before her audience. He pressed his half-erect shafts to her holes, tracing the outsides to help work him up, precum dripping from the tips which he smeared over the pink rim of her asshole and the shiny wetness of her foalhole.

She whined and chewed her lower lip. In truth she'd never been taken by a male before. The closest was Starlight with a strap on while they were locked away in her wagon to blow off stress. She started to win upon his sex, the tip all but inserted, her moisture running down his length. “D-don't tease Trixie too much. You don't have to start slow or how back like with Twilight!”

He grit his razor-sharp teeth and slammed his girths into both her fuckholes, spreading the soft flesh wide as he filled her. She whinnied as her tits bounced with each thrust. “Rut her harder,” called Twi with a laughed as she smacked Lulamoon hard on an asscheek with a hoof. The slap of flesh sounded. “Ack!” A red hoofprint adorned her doughy buttcheek.

But she refused to let up, raining more blows with her forehooves on Trix's buns, who cried out some more. Snorts sounded from Spike as black smoke clouds escaped his nostrils, as he slammed her harder-and-harder, using her like a living sex toy which made her flush all over. Her marehood winked when she came, an explosion of marecum spattering the area beneath.

But he continued to rapidly hump her, driving himself as roughly and deeply as he dared while his instincts continued to overwhelm him, Trixie whining even more while she rode out orgasm-after-orgasm, drenching her loins and her lover. Sparkle continued to beat her ass raw, driving the magician over the edge anew. He strained to hold his own release back, determined to keep her going until she couldn't take anymore. Not that it was easy when her slippery walls started to lustily suckle him!

“Hmmm,” mused Starlight in a whisper. “Maybe I should help them out?” She came behind Twilight, wrapped her forehooves around her midsection from the back, and took her horn within her mouth. She started to cry out in surprise, but it was swallowed by a moan, her length sucked upon in firm but slow and sensual strokes. She rolled her tongue around the width, feeling it twitch, Sparkle roughly groping the soft, fatty tissue of Trixie's Great and Powerful posterior.

Trixie howled when the drake started to blow his laod into her sex caverns. She swelled up under blast-after-blast, her eyes rolling about and her tongue lolling as she went limp. Her mane was a frazzled mess and tears of joy rained down cheeks split by a goofy smile. The dizzied magician slipped into unconsciousness, her insides churning with his virile seed, and he continued to hammer balls deep into her, draining out every last drop into her unconscious frame which continued to happily quiver.

A whine escaped a blushing Twi who struggled to speak. “I-is she o-okay?”

Starlight chuckled and withdrew her lips with a pop. “She's fine. Just overwhelmed from pleasure. I'm a bit jealous,” she admitted. “We've...went at it pretty hard, even to the point where she came a few times, but nothing on this level!”

Gently he removed himself from Trixie, and carefully drew her close to him, cuddling her and kissing her forehead. He looked to Twilight who smiled awkwardly, the insecurities obvious in her eyes. Spike decided it best not to tell her he'd love to sleep with Trixie on a regular basis. Wouldn't want her to misunderstand, after all. Still, he continued to stroke Trixie's mane as she quietly snored, kind of wishing he could spend some time with her, get to know her a little better. “You have to admit, she's a trooper!”

“Yes,” admitted Twilight who shared a warm laugh with them. “Hope we weren't too hard on her.”

“Nah, she just needs some rest. Probably a bath too,” oberved Starlight as she looked over her messy companion cradled in Spike's muscular arms. She smirked at him as she enveloped Lulamoon in her horn's aura and lifted her away, seeing his shoulders visibly slump ever-so-slightly as she took her away. “Don't worry, stud. I'm sure she'll be begging for another round or several after you rutted her silly!” She  smacked his leathery butt with a giggle before carrying her from the library.

“Well, that was fun!” Spike chuckled with a rub of her belly.

Twilight stared incredulous at the pair while they left. “Sure was...but now we get to clean up the mess!” She clopped her forehooves happily while he groaned at all the fresh work he'd made for himself. Well, it'd been worth it! 

Together the pair removed all the stains and smell of musk (Thankfully there were spells for that, plus none of the books had been damaged, or else Twilight would've had a heart attack!) until the area looked pristine. Lastly he scooped her up bridal-style, crushing her to his powerful chest, and she giggled with a mild blush. He kissed her temple and carried her to bed.

Of course he could rest for now, but within a couple of days Applejack's day-of-the-week would come, and he would have to fulfill his promise to her. She wanted to forego Zecora's contraceptive potions and test if ponies and dragons could successfully mate. 

Knocking up Ember had been different. A foal was far more vulnerable, and would require his full commitment! Was he ready for such a task?
> Chapter 2
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With a sigh and a flutter of her lashes, Rarity lounged on her fainting couch, grateful she could finally take a day off. Yet by the same token she couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the herd was up to, rubbing the fire ruby which draped from a necklace. It symbolized her connection to Spike. She liked to think she was his first. But was that really true? He'd been raised by Twilight Sparkle, after all. She'd been akin to a mother and older sister. Their bond was different, but was it deeper? 

Well, she certainly didn't think envy suited her. She'd invited her into the fold, after all. She'd chosen her and Applejack due to their maturity and her close friendship with them. “No, this isn't like me. We're all equals.” What had brought this on? Discord's recent meddling? No, that had only strenghtened their bond. She looked at a portrait of Sweetie Belle, who'd grown so much over the years. “That must be it. Applejack is ready to bear Spike's offspring, and Twilight raised him, but what makes our connection special? Is there something other than myself I may offer him to further our union? I've no wish to be a mother...”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rap at her door. She hopped up and trotted over, taking a moment to bounce her curls, and peeked outside. “Trixie?!” The magician held her point hat to her breast, smiling. “Um, do come in.” Her guest followed her inside, where she led her to a table, and started to brew some tea. “So, what may I do for you?”

Trixie plopped her bottom down on a chair and tossed her starry cape onto a rack, where a number of hats and coats rested which Rarity had personally stitched. “Well...you are the head of Spike's herd, aren't you?”

“I did form the herd, and it is true I often take the lead, but if anypony is our leader, it would be Spike. That's part of our agreement as his herd members. Of course, he's far too much of a gentledrake to take charge most of the time.” She smiled wistfully, enveloped a tea jug with the aura from her glowing horn, and poured the steaming contents into tea cups. She placed them upon a table covered by a doily and sat across from her. “Why do you ask? I hope you like chamomile, by the way.”

“It's fine. Trixie does her best not to be too picky.” She tossed her mane with a flourish and took a sip. “About Spike, well, you see...” She fiddled with her hat. “W-would you be willing to accept another member into your herd?”

Rarity stared blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter. “Fine,” said Trixie who scrunched her muzzle and rose. “Trixie knows where she's not wanted!” She started to storm towards her cape when the fashionista intercepted her.

“Wait! Forgive me. That was uncalled for. You simply...surprised me.” She laid a forehoof on Trixie's shoulder and smiled. She'd obviously chose her over Twilight or Applejack because she wanted somepony approachable, and she'd almost let her down. “Why would you wish to be a part of our herd? Surely you and Starlight are happy together?”

“Oh, well, we have lots of fun, but Trixie would like something a little more permanent.” She softened and looked skyward with a smile. “Plus, Spike is...simply better than any stallion or mare I've been with, at least in the bedroom.” She blushed hard. It wasn't easy to confess. She figured Applejack would mock her, and as for Twilight, well she'd never let her live this down!

“I'd have to discuss it with the others,” reminded Rarity who tried not to wound her pride any further. “Furthermore, I'm not certain how well you would fit in. No offense intended, dear, but we all share a close bond.” She led her back to the table, where they settled back in, and sipped at their tea. “Why not relax, and perhaps let me know you better?”

“As you wish. But I warn you, Trixie's backstory is rather convoluted!”

She listened as Trixie rattled on about her life, hopes, and dreams, which Rarity listened to patiently and intently. Usually the pair kept their distance, almost frenemies at times while Starlight acted as a mediator, but perhaps they could be close friends after all? She certainly didn't want to let old tensions weigh her down! Granted, neither was she sure Trixie would match well with their chemistry. The ours wore on while she continued to refill their cups and discussed their future.


*****


Twilight straddled Spike's muscular, leathery back, and bounced atop him while they rode down the halls of Canterlot's palace. Guards nodded while they passed down the carpeted hallway. She waved back and sat between his soft spines like they were a saddle. Once they reached the end the double doors creaked open, and she inhaled with a hoof pressed to her bosom. “Wait here, Spike.” She slid down. She'd been summoned by the Princesses for reasons they refused to make clear.

“Are you sure? I'd like to support you however I can.” He wrapped his tail around her.

“I'll be fine. How bad can it be?” She practically choked on the words. Was it about her controversial decision to join a herd? Was that why Spike came too, because he also suspected as much? No, he was here to support her, and besides, it wouldn't do to let her paranoia run away with her. She held her head upright and marched her way into the throne room.

Celestia and Luna were seated side-by-side on their thrones. Raised high above her, they looked down on her cooly, and she bowed in their presence out of habit, despite the number of times they told her she was considered an equal now. Of course there were certain rules of decorum that they all felt needed to be observed in their presence. “Welcome, my former student.”

She met their invasive stares. “You requested my presence?”

“Indeed. Sorry about all the secrecy,” said Luna. “But we believed it best to inform you in person.”

Celestia beckoned her closer with a forehoof and tenderly smiled. “Have you ever wondered if we're immortal?”

“Many times. And I've pondered if I am, too...” She wasn't certain which would be worse. To leave this world she loved so dearly after such a short time, or to watch her loved ones wither away and die? Her eyes watered at the concept.

“I fear you are not,” announced Luna. “At least, not yet.”

“You see there will come a time when we wish to pass on our responsibilities. We needed to direct you until we felt you were entirely ready. Forgive the deception. My sister often argued otherwise, but I feared burdening you with so much at once would weigh too heavily on your mind.” Celestia pursed her lips, hopeful that she'd made the correct decision.

Twilight tried to take this all in. “What do you mean by not yet?”

“A transference of our power. At least a portion of it,” explained Celestia. “In truth we're not certain whether we're immortal, either. There was no manual on how to be an alicorn when we came into existence. But that is a tale for another time!” She tittered warmly. “However, first we must ask you, in your own words...what makes you worthy of such a boon?”

Luna appeared like she was ready to intervene but kept her mouth pursed and patiently waited.

“I...I...” A number of her better traits came to mind. But was it her place to brag? She paused and tried to take a thoughtful, objective view of her strengths and shortcomings. “While there is always more to learn, I'd like to believe I'm smart, thoughtful, and determined. I've learned much from my close circle of friends, no, everypony I've met, even my enemies.”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “And you believe this is sufficient to succeed us?”

“I think i-in time.” She stumbled over her words and stared down at her forehooves. Had she miscalculated? Suddenly the doors were cast back open, and Spike padded in, his features drawn in determination. “Spike?! Don't worry, I can handle this!”

“I know. Sorry, I didn't intend to eavesdrop, but a dragon's ears are more sensitive.” He twitched the fin-like extensions which had overheard their conversation. “Anyhow, Twilight loves Equestria as much as anypony! She always tries her hardest and makes whatever personal sacrifices she has to without a second thought! Why is she worthy? Well, who would be better?!”

She almost wept to hear him advocate for her. “It's okay, Spike. But thank you.”

For a moment neither of the sisters spoke. “I see,” stated Celestia. “Certainly, those are all admirable traits.”

Spike bristled with frustration. “What more could she possibly need?! Do you know how many times she's saved Equestria?!”

“Don't Spike,” said Twilight amidst his tirade. She suddenly felt more self-conscious than ever. But the fact that he'd risk it all for her sake made her heart swell, too. She was more convinced than ever that becoming a part of his herd had been the right choice. She was more than content. She was happy. And she wouldn't trade that for anything!

Celestia lifted a forehoof. “Step aside, Spike.” He hesitated several moments, then reluctantly did so, but his hackles were still raised, like he was ready to pounce to his mate's defense at any moment. “Twilight, close your eyes.” She did as instructed and tried to relax despite the pitter-patter of her heart ringing in her ears. “This may feel a little odd, but it's perfectly safe, I assure you. Forgive the deception, but I felt it necessary to test you, to make absolutely certain you were ready for the next step.”

The sisters concentrated and spread their plumes to their full width. Their horns shimmered until they were suffused with a tremendous portion of their magic. It was a complicated, ancient spell, known only to the two of them, and once invoked it couldn't be taken back. Multicolored waves of energy spread out and washed directly over Twilight. She shivered amidst the shimmer and soaked in the warmth which filled her to the core. She started to float while a smile split her maw.

Spike watched with naked pride down to his toothy smirk. He stood tall as he shined under the brilliant light-show.

After several minutes the sisters finally withdrew their spell, and Twilight touched down on all hooves with practiced grace, the trio huffing after the transfer of power. “A portion of our lifespan is now yours,” said Luna. “Celestia originally intended to do this alone, but I insisted we split the burden, so she wouldn't be overly taxed. I certainly don't wish to outlive her.”

Celestia's cheeks turned rosy in a rare display of vulnerability. She tried to project the image of an untouchable Goddess not out of pride, but for the sake of her citizens who depended on her, knowing that any doubt would be a blow to Equestria's morale. “You flatter me, sister.” She tittered. “One day, my former student, you may even take our place as head of Equestria!”

“Not any time soon, I hope.” Twilight felt stronger and bolder than ever. Like she could take on anything thrown her way! She couldn't wait to share this with all her loved ones, especially her other herd members. Of course it made her ambivalent to know she'd now outlast them, but at least Applejack would live on if she proved able to carry Spike's eggs. Rarity was trickier since she seemed unwilling to become a mother, but perhaps she'd change her mind one day? A part of her certainly hoped so.

“Fare thee well,” called Luna with a wave when they started to leave.

“Yes, we will always be watching over you.” Celestia watched the pair retreat, satisfied she'd done her duty.

Clops sounded with an echo when Twilight and Spike retreated from the throne room and exited the palace back into Canterlot. She decided to test her newly expanded power, laid a hoof upon Spike's shoulder, and with a blink made the longest-ranged teleport she'd ever dared, with a blink vanishing and reappearing with him back in the middle of Ponyville. “I'm sure you'd like to visit Rarity,” she mused with a tilt of her head at the Carousel Boutique nearby. In truth she wanted to see her too.

“Busted!” He chuckled, thankful that his herd weren't the jealous types. He smacked her on the ass with an audible whack, a reminder that he valued and desired her. She still flushed a little when he did that in public but snickered with him.

The pair started to approach the Carousel Boutique when the door suddenly opened with a bell's clink. From it exited Rarity followed by Trixie, who were currently engaged in conversation. “Oh! Hello, Twilight, Spike!” Rarity batted her dark lashes at them, adorned by a frilly saddle she'd custom made in honor of her alpha drake. “Look who I ran into.”

Trixie doffed her hat. “Rarity has heard Trixie's proposal, so I may as well lay it on you, too. Don't laugh.” It took every ounce of restraint she had to sound humble. “Trixie...I wish to become a member of this herd.” She attempted to drop all pretense.

Spike tried to hide his smirk at the idea. Not that he wasn't satisfied with his mares, but he had to admit she was incredibly adorable in a somewhat annoying sort of way, which made her endearing in a sense unlike his current companions. But once more he could see the reluctance on Sparkle's pensive features. He tried to play it cool. “Well...I'll leave it to their discretion.”

“I'll fetch Applejack,” said Twilight once she'd recovered her senses. “Heck, let's head over to Sweet Apple Acres! I hope she won't mind if we drop on in! We'll discuss it over lunch, okay?” She prepared to blink them away once more. It was the second time her world had been turned upside-down today. Sure, she knew Spike was a fantastic lay, but this was a bit much!


*****


Schlicks sounded when Applejack rubbed a forehoof over her puffy marehood. Sprawled in her old bedroom, she'd turned over pictures of her family so they couldn't see her shameful display, and stroked her tight slit all the way to her swelled clitoris. She'd tossed aside her stetson, a blonde mane swished around her like a curtain, and her freckled udders rapidly rose-and fell.

She panted and worked herself into a frenzy. Heat built in her loins. Lubrication wept from her twat and drenched her puckered anus and tussled bedsheets. “Ah Spike,” she crooned as her fantasies of the night he'd finally rut her senseless to completion played out repeatedly. She'd forego Zecora's contraceptive potions, and find out whether ponies and dragons could successfully breed. “Give it t-to me pardner,” she moaned low with a bite of her lip. “Knock me up with your foals!”

She felt the familiar contractions in her sex holes and scrunched up her dotted face. Her back arced, and she thrust her hips skyward, until the first splashes jetted from her, yet again drenching her walls. But she couldn't stop now. She simply rode out the torrents which splattered her room, trying to hush her squeals in case somepony came to investigate, spurting and twitching and finally landing with a thump and creak of the bed onto her freckly bottom. “A-ah...that hit the spot....”

She licked her moist forehoof to taste herself. A smack sounded and she savored the salty flavor. Likewise she breathed in her own feminine, earthy musk which further aroused her. Would she be ready for Spike when the moment came? Sure, they'd make love countless times, but she wanted the act to be perfect. A moment they'd remember forever when he put a bun in her oven!

Satisfied for the moment, she cleaned up best she could, recovered her hat, and headed outside. A quick bath would do her wonders. What she didn't expect to see was her herd dropping in, and with Trixie in tow at that! Pretty soon she'd set up a lunch date with them at the farm, and she played hostess as they settled onto a bench, where she whipped up a home-cooked meal.

Twilight told them about the power transference, while Trixie relayed her proposal, and she listened with skepticism. Her opinions on the wizardess were mixed, at best. Sure, she'd matured a little and could play nice, but she preferred not to spend too much time around her even now. But maybe she was being a smidge unfair? “Let's spend some time as a unit ya'll, then I'll decide. I reckon that's the best way to know. You'd better be on your best behavior, Trixie, if you want a fair shot at this.”

“Certainly. Trixie has learned her lesson,” she announced with boastful conviction. She studied Spike with antsy anticipation, and imagined that she could ride atop him, and perhaps sail over Equestria's entirety. She'd always dreamed big and this was no different! After all, nopony with any self-respect would simply settle for what was handed to them!

“I do believe you're sincere,” admitted Rarity who nibbled daintily at a carrot. “But it will take more than that to fit in.”

“Oh, Spike will fit me in!” Trixie coyly blinked repeatedly at him with a small flush. She pressed close to him as she dared, not quite touching, but to where she could feel his body heat and breathe in his masculine scent.

“Let's not be hasty, now. One thing at a time.” AJ shook her head at her shameless flirting. The mare obviously knew what she wanted and did her best to take it. In a way she could respect that sort of forthrightness. Of course she couldn't tolerate anypony trampling on others to get what they wanted, but she knew Spike would respect whatever choices the trio made. Of course he'd make the final decision after their votes were tallied. Until then she'd simply see how events played out.
> Chapter 3
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In her time Trixie had picked some pretty dumb places to tour, but the Badlands was by far the worst. Her heterosexual life partner (Okay, they did fool around constantly!) Starlight Glimmer had warned her to avoid this place, that there weren't many bits to be made from dragons anyhow, but she'd simply taken that advice as a challenge! She parked her wagon in the sea of rocky terrain, stepped out and breathed in the stench of sulfur and brimstone, which was almost overpowering at times.

Not to mention how blistering hot it could be, especially whenever she neared the pools of molten lava which rolled down the fissures. The air blurred under heat waves and smoke poured from miniature volcanoes in the distance. Her sole hope if one interrupted was to seek shelter in the caverns scattered about and hope for the best. Well, she could see a number of drakes race overhead, casting long shadows wherever they went, but would they really prove willing to aid even a lovely mare like her...?

“It's too hot,” she whined and tossed her pointy hat back into the open door of her caravan. She unclasped her starry cape which soon followed, and set off to explore. “Here there be dragons,” she quoted to herself and starting humming.

Unbeknownst to her a number of eyes were already upon Trixie. They watched the way her dock raised her tail enticingly, exposing the ring of her puffy anus and her tight slit which teased just a hint of its pink interior each time she swayed her foal-bearing hips and fashionably plump buttocks. Breasts hung below her and swung pendulum-like wherever she trailed.

“Lookee here. Some dumb pony bitch wandered into our territory,” said Garble who licked his chops. “Doesn't she know the same rules don't apply here? Well, it's not our problem! Survival of the fittest!” He punched a fist into an open palm. His minions followed behind the hulking brute. They numbered half a dozen in total, a gang of bullies that terrorized the land.

Of course none of them dared openly disobey Dragon Lord Ember, but she wasn't here right now which granted them almost free reign. It was a land of constant competition, a struggle for dominance, and if some mare was stupid enough to come here, and by her lonesome at that? Well, they'd simply give her a proper welcoming! They moved to intercept her.

Trixie frozen when the almost demonic band encircled her. She raised a forehoof to her bosom and raised her snout high while she tried to muster up all her dignity. “Well, well, Garble, wasn't it? How would you like to attend the Great and Powerful Trixie's magic show? Why, I could show you all sights unlike anything you've ever seen before!”

“Oh, we'll make magic and see the sights, all right!” He suddenly seized her throat in his claw and squeezed a little, making her sputter and cough when she started to choke. Tears rolled down her shocked face when she started trembling. “Hold her down!” They pinned all her hooves with ease, her strength no match for these depraved beasts.

She shuddered when his barbed pair of pink shafts exited their pouch atop a sack of heavy testicles. His junk was weaponized to match his innate cruelty; unlike Spike whose penises were shaped to please a female as much as possible, as he'd always cared about the feelings of his lovers, Garble's was base cruelty manifested. Of course it had also proved effective whenever he'd taken a mate by force when he'd won their contests; the pain and terror he inflicted helped them ovulate, opening wide a cervix to accept an excess of his seed. If he couldn't successfully woo a female, he'd simply forcibly impregnate as many as possible!

“Pl-please don't,” whispered Trixie between sniffles.

“Oh, I love it when they beg.” He pulled her face up by a clump of her mane to meet his hateful eyes. “Most dragoness bitches have way too much pride for that. Not like some easily broken pony pussy!” He dragged his cocks over her face, and she closed her eyes as they poked her a little, smearing her with thick gobs of his precum which he wiped upon every inch of her face.

“I'm first as always! Spear, you helped me subdue the last cunt, so you can take her mouth for now!” His sidekick eagerly took his place, grabbed her head with both claws, and forced a dick which lived up to his name down her throat while its leaking twin brushed over her cheek. More gags sounded when he started to savagely hump her face, choked sobs escaping between wet slurps. Volumes of precum which would almost match a stallion's normal emissions filled her mouth and gullet to overflow.

Garble lined up behind her and yanked her tail with a jerk which made her whinny. He slapped his palms on her wide buttocks, encircling them, hitting them so hard he left red prints that matched his hands to show his ownership of her. Despite the utter horror of her situation, her body reacted, her ass raised in submission to her would-be breeders, the pink ring of her anus pulsing, and her dripping, glistening pussy winking clear musky fluids which pooled on the stone below her.

“Damn, this slut wants it hard! Well who are we to deny her?” Her eyes turned to saucers when his dragonhoods penetrated her lower holes in one brutal thrust, driving as hard and deep as he could with a hateful grunt. “Fuck, she's tight!” Despite the searing stabs in her cunt walls and bowels, she instinctively clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. His jaws clamped around the nape of her neck, and she whined, more tears dribbling down her while he started to plunge in-and-out.

The pokes into her nethers only made her tighter and wetter, routinely drenching the now matted fur of her thighs, to the point where she started to wonder if she was a masochist?! Claws suddenly seized the back of her head, Spear driving his pair of weaponized cocks balls deep down her throat until it bulged, strained chokes escaping her when he fired down her gullet. 

Salty loads painted her mouth and tongue, the excess burning when it erupted from her nose, dripping and bubbling. She swallowed as much as she could down, savoring its flavor and texture, feeling it churn and boil within her overfilled stomach. He continued to hold her there with small humps to her face, determined to make certain she sucked down every last virile drop.

Garble drove faster and harder, groping her tits with such fierceness she feared they'd pop, certain they would be bruised at the least. He roared, “Bear my spawn you pathetic cocksleeve!” He hilted inside her, screaming a war cry while he emptied his swelled testicles, spurt-after-spurt hosing down her interior. She wailed around the duel dicks still in her maw, climaxing anew, her womb bloating from the splooge churning in its wet walls until her stomach distended like she was impregnated several times over. Her eggs swam in a sea of sloshing white milk, his seed marking her with its addictive properties.

Plops sounded when they pulled free. She fell on her barrel, limbs splayed out, her pussy and asshole gaping as they oozed white trails. Unable to hold back any longer, the rest of the gang started to shoot their seeds all over her with surprising force, marking her mane, face, and curves, a sticky shower running down her shapeliness. She continued to wink, her flesh crying out for more, no longer caring if they took her brutally and forcibly, all survival instincts numbed by euphoria.

Suddenly an ear-splitting shriek resounded above. A looming shadow eclipsed the drakes who frozen and trembled when they stared above. Spike landed with a thud on his hindlegs, kicking up dust and opening his snout, searing the air with plumes of emerald flame. His belly filled with an inferno and his muscular chest swelled. He flashed his claws at the horde.

“Okay,” he hissed with eyes turned to slits. “Which one of you is first?!”

Garble saw his pals cower from the corners of his eyes, and he meekly lowered himself too. “W-we were just welcoming her!”

“Yeah, well Ember isn't here to save your sorry asses, not that she probably would anyway, so you'd better run off with your tails between your legs!” He went to all fours and his bulk shuddered when he took a step forward. Was it their imagination or had he gotten much larger?! His spiny tail lashed out and shattered a stone into fragments. The earth rocked under his pronounced stomps. Rather than stick around to tussle with him, the dragons scattered and scurried away.

He waited until they were all gone and scooped Trixie into his powerful arms. He squeezed her tenderly, and kissed her lips, not seeming to care that she was drenched in spunk when he stared into her eyes. “Sorry about that, Trixie. You're the best. I love you. And I want to show you that love, if I can?” She nodded with a hard swallow as her face burned.

She laid her head on his chest and shivered with delight while he carried her to a cave; no doubt where he intended to thoroughly ravage her absolutely senseless! Her loins burned at the idea! If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up!


*****


With a startle Trixie sat up in her bed. Just a dream?! She blinked sleepy eyes, adjusting to the darkness broken solely by rays of moonlight spilling in from a window of her wagon. She glanced at Starlight Glimmer who spooned her, blinking awake. “Ugh...Trixie! Again?!” The pair looked down at the thoroughly soaked sheets. “Well, it happens.” She softened. “Still, you need to do something about this! Spike really worked you up, huh? What will you do if the herd turns you down?”

“Trixie...has no idea.” She huffed still red-faced. The nightmare had been oddly...pleasant? Perhaps her heat was hitting her so hard she'd seek any sort of relief! But she and Starlight knew their usual sessions wouldn't fully satisfy her. It wouldn't be sated until she took somepony's seed. Preferably Spike's! After all, none of the few stallions she'd tried had remotely compared!

“It can be rather lonely on the road. Thank you for always keeping Trixie company, Starlight.” She hugged and kissed her temple with an unusually thoughtful smile. “However, there is something you could do for Trixie?”

“Yeah, yeah. The usual, huh? Well, I don't really mind. I have needs, too.” Glimmer trotted over to a ginormous ornate gold-and-scarlet treasure chest,  popped open the top, and rifled through a mass of knick-knacks. “What have we here? Oh, you've been a naughty one!” She pulled out a black strap on with a pair of plastic dildos upon it. “You been hiding this?”

“Not exactly.... Trixie purchased it the other day when we passed through that little villa.” She swiped it from her. “Would you help Trixie try it out? It would mean a lot!” Receiving a nod, she stepped into the toy, smaller extrusions pushing into her marehood and plothole when she tightened and locked it into place with a wheeze. “Take the position, mini-Twilight!”

Starlight bristled at the demeaning nickname, sometimes wondering if she was using her as a proxy to take out frustrations on an old rival, but since the sex was so good she rarely complained. Besides, she didn't want to deny her best friend her fantasy! (It used to be Sunburst until he'd turned her down for a stallion!) She bent over the bed, used her dock to raise her tail high as he could, and with a flare of her horn a shimmer enveloped her sexholes, spreading them open to unveil her pink treasures.

With a huff Trixie mounted her, landing a possessive smack on her ass. The flesh wobbled marked by a raw, red hoofprint. The extensions sunk into her sexholes, spreading them with their girth, a trickle of lubrication leaking from Glimmer's twat when she moaned into the marecum-stained sheets. She grabbed her mane between her teeth, and pulled her tail with her left forehoof, while her right continued to slap an asscheek with audible whacks. “Oh yeah! Do you like taking my cock, mini-Twilight?!”

Glimmer rolled her eyes, pinkening while she bit into a pillow, having to admit Trixie knew how to hit the right spots, at least. Of course they'd had tons of practice! “Buck yes! You like it up the ass, don't you, bitch?!” She violently hammered into her, taking out all her frustrations and aggression, which Starlight tolerated since they'd switch roles as needed to vent.

“I-I'm close,” admitted Starlight between pants.

“Then come for Trixie!” Her face twisted with rapture when the pair's holes clenched, their feminine emissions exploding out, mixing down their loins when it pooled under them and masked the atmosphere in their lewd aromas.

Eventually it came time to flip. Trixie replaced her position on the bed, and Starlight wore the strap on, pressing her weight atop her and railing her senselessly. “Fuck you, Sunburst! Trade me for a stallion?!” Her eyes watered, and she almost cried at the memory, but instead she grimaced and redoubled her efforts, rocking her marefriend's frame under her with repeated stabs.

She almost lost herself in the moment, then snapped back, uncertain if she'd hurt Trixie, but no, ever since she'd mated with Spike the poor mare needed it rough as possible. She slammed Trixie's wobbly posterior, biting the nape of her neck. She sucked on Lulamoon's horn, tracing its width with her tongue, and lit up her own, enveloping her partner's hanging udders in her aura to molest them. Whinnies escaped her lover, her maw opening and drooling, eyes rapidly fluttering as she imagined Spike taking her. “Ah...Spike,” she squeaked. “C-can you cum inside Trixie again?! She'd really appreciate it,” she mumbled.

Glimmer knew she couldn't fulfill that request. She'd never attempted a spell to form a stallionhood, nor did the idea appeal to her. However in a moment of inspiration she decided to test something. “H-hold on, Trixie. Let me try something. It will be worth it, I promise!” She gritted her teeth and clenched her holes hard as she could, gripping the strap on bits buried in her squishy tunnels with as much force as she could, determined to make certain she came first. “It-it's coming!”

When Glimmer started to cum, she funneled it up into bursts with her magic, shooting it from her marehood into Trixie's cunt. She hosed her down with spray-after-spray, drenching her love tunnel and sphincter, and likewise her uterus when Trix's cervix swelled open, biologically fooled into believing blobs of semen being packed into her watery womb. “Holy fucking Celestia,” screamed Trix with wide eyes when she came hard at the surprise mock insemination, once more spraying her fuckbuddy and the interior. Lulamoon went limp when she squirted too, pulsing and shuddering while the duo rode out multiple climaxes.

After their contractions slowed Glimmer yanked off the strap on, tossed it aside, and cuddled up in the bed with her heaving love, both not caring anymore how soaked the blankets were. A smack sounded when they kissed and rubbed noses. “Satisfied?”

“Trixie certainly is. Thank you, Starlight. This should tide me over until I can convince Spike's herd to let me in!” She'd convinced herself it was already a done deal. After all, how could that stud turn down another potential lover, especially the Great and Powerful Trixie?! He'd be able to convince the rest of them...wouldn't he?
> Chapter 4
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Knowing there would only be one shot at this, Applejack strove to make the conditions perfect as possible. She'd sent her family away on a paid vacation with a flimsy excuse why she couldn't attend, making certain she had the farm to herself for at least a few days. If any of them suspected her aims they were polite enough not to make it known. She tidied up the place, recalled the little that was known about the day when her parents conceived her, and even used her mother's old sheets in her bed.

She studied a portrait of her parents. “It aint creepy, is it?” She frowned and teared-up a little, not wanting to shame them in any way, hopeful that they'd approve of her relationship. Her closest kin had surprisingly come around fast when she'd announced her intention to join a herd. Especially when she made it clear this wasn't a phase, that she, Twilight, Rarity, and Spike all adored one-another. She whistled a tune while she worked, setting up candles, scented incense, fancy drapes Rarity had woven for her, not to mention a bottle of aged cider which she'd offered to her. She blushed bright.

Usually she didn't go in for all this frilly froo-froo stuff, but this was perhaps the most important night of her life, when she'd finally see if she could carry Spike's offspring. There were legends about tribes of hybrids formed from the unions of dragons and ponies but thus far no hard evidence of them had been uncovered. Perhaps they hid themselves deep in Equestria.

She stood before a full-length mirror borrowed from Rarity in her usual attire. “Should I dress up for the occasion?” She plucked the stetson from her and held it to her freckled bosom. “What would Spike prefer? My natural beauty? Maybe, but I wanna' do somethin' special for 'em.” She recalled days long past, when she and Rarity had switched roles, and decided to revive that old look, thankful she hadn't tossed away that dress. She did up her mane too, ringlets falling around her dotted cheeks. She fluttered her lashes in a feminine, delicate manner. Normally this would embarrass her, but it seemed right!

Hours passed while she made certain everything was optimal. This sort of paranoid anxiety was unlike her, more akin to one of Twilight's freakouts, and she knew no matter what happened Spike would accept her. But she needed this to be burned into their memories forever! She dabbed herself in another spritz of perfume, careful not to overdo it. She nearly jumped when a knock sounded downstairs. She poked her head out her window and yelled, “C-coming! Hold your horses!”

She galloped down the stairs and nearly tripped. It's like she was a nervous filly on her first date! She'd made love with him countless times, why was this so different now?! She skidded to a stop at the door, took a deep breathe, fluffed her blonde hair a little, then smiled nervously when she opened the entrance. “Why, hello there, Spike! Come on in!”

Spike beamed back, a hand behind his back, which he revealed with a flourish, a bouquet with a variety of flowers tucked into it. “I'm not sure you're into these, but, well, I wanted to show you how much I care. Plus Rarity and Twilight thought they'd be a good idea, so-” He was cut off when she reached up and pecked him. He rubbed the wet lipstick kiss mark with a chuckle.

“You didn't hafta,” she said taking the gift and breathing in its scent. It mixed with a powerful cologne he wore; it seemed he'd tried to make this perfect, too! She nibbled on a couple of flowers, hoping he wouldn't mind, but he simply smiled warmly with her. “W-well...” She closed the door behind him. “I reckon we should head upstairs?” He nodded once.

She ascended the stairs in a gradual manner, intentionally swishing her tail and her buttocks barely hidden by her dress in opposite directions, swaying her foal-bearing hips in the most sensuous manner she could muster. She wanted to tease and work him up much as she could for when it was time for them to mate. She looked over her shoulder with a wink. “See anything you like?” Her eyes momentarily went wide when he swept her off her hooves and tenderly crushed her to his chest.

“Yeah, I do. No, something I love.” She dropped the flowers and her bosom heaved. His snout planted a peck on her temple.

He was warm and firm. The drake carried her bridal-style. She listened to his heartbeat. Normally she didn't like to feel so vulnerable, but she never needed to pretend with him, and she relaxed, laying her head upon his breast. They took a moment to nuzzle each other affectionately. While he carried AJ to her bedroom down the hallway, she took one of his digits into her lips, taking it past the knuckle when she suckled on it. He moaned low while she continued to do this with each of them.

Gently he placed her on the bed. By now the sun had started to dip and the cocks of roosters sounded outside. She started to reach for a box of matches, but he placed a hand over her hoof and shook his head, breathing small plumes of flame until he'd lit up all the candles and incense. The air was cast in colorful wisps that smelled various sweets and spices.

Darkness closed over the farm. Crickets chirped outside. She laid back atop the bed sheets, her head propped up on a pillow, moonlight spilling across her well-toned but shapely frame. “W-wait.” She laid the photos of her family down so they couldn't see her. She told herself it was a silly superstition, not that it ever stopped her. “Okay, I'm ready now.”

He took his time and unwrapped her like a present. Her dress was peeled away to unveil heavy breasts decorated with freckles, and he laid a kiss on each nipple, which went erect under his touch. He traced her areola with his tongue, encircling them both at once as he nibbled on them. “Oh wow...Spike...” She murmured dreamily with half-lidded eyes heavy with makeup. Her garments were slid away, and she coyly opened her powerful thighs, her vulva swollen and slick when her heart-shaped love bud peeked out. Below her puckered pink anus couldn't help but clench in anticipation for the familiar meat which would fill her.

His palm cupped a soft cheek when he undid the binding in her mane and let it fall loose. By now his dragonhoods had peeked out of their sheath, wetted at the tips, both of their bodies screaming for release but the lovers deliberately teasing themselves and each other while they drew the moment out. “T-take me Spike. Please. I wanna bear your spawn...”

“I'd be honored to have you mother our offspring, AJ.” He massaged the belly they hoped he'd soon fill with new life. It was a great responsibility. His snout met hers, pressing deep, and he rubbed his tools upon her lower holes, their lubrication mixing and smearing. They couldn't hold back anymore. Slowly he slid into her, making certain she felt every inch, the soft ridges on the lower halves of his members stroking her warm canals. She wrapped all her limbs around him, pulling him closer.

Their tongues continued to dance until he bottomed out in her. Her holes started to milk him in rhythm. He squished an orb in one palm, and a buttock under the other, unable to deny how cute the little spots that covered them were. She was so tender and vulnerable underneath all that strength and passion. A pop sounded when she withdrew from his mouth, their saliva still attaching them. Their gazes continued to pin the other. “Make love ta' me, Spike. Show me how much ya' need me.”

Spike nodded. He'd draw back, until only his tips still spread her open, them slammed all the way back in. “Unf,” she cried with each powerful stroke. Her lube trickled from her slit and slathered the ring of her rectum which parted around his bottom penis. She grit her teeth with him, the lovers surrendering to their instincts. She rolled atop him, wrestling playfully, seeming to pull her lasso from seemingly nowhere. She tossed a noose around his neck, and tugged with her teeth, both aware it was highly unlikely she could seriously hurt him. Her applebottom repeatedly slammed up-and-down, both rocking her each hump.

The bed creaked while she pulled tigher, riding him harder and faster, like she was trying to tame a mad bull. “A-Apple,” he cried cumming a little inside her while he barely held back a full release. Small spurts coated her tunnels.

Her hooves pressed so hard down on his chest they left red off marks. Their huffs sounded with the creaking bed, and she bucked him harder than she had any tree, growling with determination to take his seed into her garden.  Snorts sounded from his flaring nostrils when wisps of smoke swirled loose. His claws bit into her speckled  buttflesh. “I...I love you, Applejack...!”

“I love ya', too!” She practically screamed the words when they came almost in sync, the bed shattering when she slammed down one last time so that he hilted completely in her. They kissed deep amidst their moans, his tongue wrapping around hers several times over, and she clenched down her holes so hard she might have broken a stallion with her well-practiced inner muscles. She milked him for all she was worth, like her life depended on it, desperate to suck in every last drop.

He'd intentionally avoided sex for a few days for the occasion, despite the annoyance of Rarity, but when he explained his reasons to her and Twilight they understood. He'd built up all the semen he could for this night, and even taken a potion from Twi to build up its production, taking care not to overdo it. His foal-batter filled AJ, whose belly bloated out.

She panted and flushed deeper with hazed over eyes, pulling from his snout with a wet pop. “Y-you're puttin' a foal in me,” she whispered between pants while he continued to fill her womb. Her eggs bathed in his soup while he inseminated her. All her life, she'd looked after her family. Her shy brother, her absent-minded grandma, and especially her little sister, who was practically a daughter to her. She'd had to be bold and brave for their sake and rarely ever dared show any real vulnerability.

But she let her pride slip a little and discovered how nice it was too be taken care of for once. It's one of the reasons she'd settled into the herd so quickly; she'd discovered a previously unknown side of herself. When he finally completed the last pump, now drenched in her marecum which soaked his soft underbelly, she collapsed sweat-beaded atop him.

He cuddled her close and stroked her mane. Gently he blew out the candles. She settled into his firm grasp. Maybe this was one of the things which had drawn her into a herd to begin with? For once she'd allow somepony else to look after her.
> Chapter 5
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Ever since Spike had decided to spend some time away from his herd in preparation for his special night with Applejack, the others decided to spend most of their free moments with Trixie, who desperately tried to make her case for why she should be admitted into their inner circle. Most of their time would be spent in Ponyville where they'd have lunch and chat for hours on end. Unfortunately Lulamoon liked to endlessly talk about herself, which would often wear on their nerves.

“Variety is the spice of life,” reminded Trixie who raised a forehoof to her bosom while they sat at a table under the afternoon sun. “I'm certain Spike would sometimes like to try something new, and Trixie could provide that! After all, I'm so different from all of you, am I not?” She sipped from her teacup with a slurp. “Mmm, delicious. Anyhow, as I said, you could-”

Rarity's mind started to wander. There were times when Twilight would roll her eyes, or she and Trixie would snipe at one-another, but for the most part they played nice. In truth she didn't mind the idea of another member too much.

No, she was still consumed by the idea that the rest of the herd had a special connection to Spike, while her sole claims to fame were that he was his first, both his first crush and the first mare he'd made love to. She'd never have the same bond he and Sparkle had, nor did she want to bear a foal like AJ, so would she lose her relevance once her beauty started to fade...?

She told herself it was ludicrous to think that way. She knew Spike would always love and adore her. He was content to be with her no matter what. But she needed their relationship to be more. And thus she'd approached Sweetie Belle in private and made a proposal. “Sweetie Belle, dear, would you do me a favor and serve as a proxy? No pressure, understand, but-”

“Sure!” She'd readily chirped up almost too fast. Not that she minded her enthusiasm, but it was quite a decision, and she didn't want her to rush into something she could regret. “I know our parents would love to have more family members!”

“Now little sister,” she'd tenderly chided her with a pat on the head. “This is not a decision to be made in haste-”

“Hey, I'm not a foal anymore! I'm an adult!” She shot back with a scrunched up snout and swished her tail. Sometimes it was hard for Rarity to see her that way. But then, why had she asked if she didn't think she was ready? Her boundless enthusiasm made her seem to much more youthful and innocent than she truly was. “Now do you want me to do this, or not?!”

“Yes, I do. I'm terribly sorry.” She smiled and embraced her.

“It's okay,” shot back Sweetie who returned the hug and was instantly chirpy once more. “I'd already heard Auntie Twilight and Auntie Applejack talk about it. I know you're afraid of losing those good looks, but I bet Spike would think it's super hot to see you knocked up!” She poked her sister's belly. “Guess he'll have to settle for me! So, when are you gonna do this?!”

“Ummm...after Applejack has her moment,” she'd told her honestly a bit unnerved by her blatant enthusiasm. Maybe little Sweetie Belle had been crushing on him for sometime. But she'd never dared make a move until Rarity and Spike made it clear they had no interest in each other anymore, even after all these years. Finally, she had the perfect excuse to be with him!

A hoof tap snapped her back to the present. “Hmmm?” Twi and Trix were looking expectantly at her as if expecting her opinion to break some sort of tie. “Oh, yes dears. I'm sure that's fine,” she said with a dismissive frown. 

“Yes! Tie-breaker!” Trixie pumped a forehoof while Sparkle's face fell. “Oh, you won't regret this!” She dabbed away joyous tears and Twilight couldn't help but soften. Underneath all that boisterous behavior it was obvious the poor magician was lonely. Sure, she had Starlight to keep her company, but scant few close friends throughout Equestria.

“Oh, very well.” Twilight sighed. “Maybe I am being silly.” She took Lulamoon's forehooves in her own and kissed her nosetip. “Applejack said she'd stand by whatever decision we made, so...welcome to the herd.” In truth she could still turn down Trixie's admission into their inner circle even now, since they all needed to be on board with it, but she reminded herself not to be petty.

With lunch's conclusion they all decided to part ways for now. Rarity daintily dabbed at her lips with a napkin, still thinking over what was to come, while Twilight blinked away, no doubt eager to return to her studies, and Trixie hummed while she trotted away. Once alone she decided to head home and talk it over with Sweetie some more, to make certain they didn't rush into this decision, and plopped down a few bits on the table with a clink before she too headed out.


*****


The fated day came sooner than expected. It had been Rarity's intention to let Sweetie and Spike do this alone, but her little sister had begged her to come, explaining that she needed moral support, and eventually she relented. The trio met at the Carousel Boutique. She'd given Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles the day off, sent their parents away with a hefty sum of money to vacation wherever they liked, and closed down the shop. Everything needed to be in order before they began.

She wasn't certain whether she or Spike were more nervous. Their eyes shyly met, knowing what's to come. In contrast Sweetie seemed chipper than ever and practically hopped in place. “It'll be my first time, so I can't promise I'll be much good. But you don't mind that, do you Spike?” She nuzzled him. “Let's not waste any more time! Lay on your back, will you?”

With a shrug Spike did so. “We don't have to take this fast, you know. We have all day. Of course, I don't mind if you set the pace.” He stretched out in the living room, breathing in the perfume scents that wafted about the air.

Sweetie's forehoof gently rubbed his loins, and he grunted appreciatively, as his dual dragonhoods started to slide free. She studied them in wide-eyed wonder and blushed; the pink wet lengths ridged underneath to make his mates moist. Just looking at them were having the intended effect. “R-Rarity...I've never given a blowjob before. Will you show me?”

“I...I suppose so,” she replied and wandered over. It was strange enough to be here with her sibling who was about to sexually perform with her lover. But to directly engage in front of her? Of course it wasn't unheard of for sisters or mothers and daughters to become members of the same herd; while it was frowned upon by some it wasn't illegal so long as no incestuous products were produced. Of course such unions remained somewhat taboo which oddly made them even more enticing.

It wasn't unlike part of what made her attracted to him to begin with; he was a predator despite his tamed nature and ponies were prey. Tenderly she took one of his members between her hooves and stroked it, letting it harden to fullness, while she  brushed the other one with her cheek before she started to lap at it. Precum beaded his tips and oozed down.

The sisters breathed in the salty, masculine musk, which was like an aphrodisiac to them. Before she realized what was happening Sweetie took the cock held by Rarity and planted a kiss on its head. She took it in her mouth, licking around it, before she went deeper, seeing how easily her older sister took it all the way down her throat and trying to mimic her.

“Oh Celestia,” gasped Spike while they serviced hi.m. Rarity was of course well-practiced, her throat bulging when she took him to the base, but Sweetie made up for her amateurish technique with a boundless enthusiasm he found rather adorable.

Wet smacks sounded when Sweetie started to suckle hard. Unable to quite swallow him whole yet, she worked him with her forehooves, and her aura which she used to surround his length, stimulating him in any way she could think up. They met his gaze with lusty expressions, contented with how much they pleased him. He laid his claws atop their heads.

“R-Rarity...Sweetie-!” His claws dug into their manes when his girths started to pump. Goopy loads sprayed into them, directly into the belly of the older sister, while it painted the roof and tongue of the younger one, sticking to her gums and wedging between her teeth. Her pupils momentarily dilated with shock but she soon settled in and eagerly drank down the continuous, excessive sprays that washed down their gullets, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to take in all his hot, virile cum.

Rarity pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva mixed with semen still connecting her to his dick when she huffed. “You did well, Sweetie dear. Especially for your first time. Mmmph?!” Her eyes turned to saucers when Belle pulled off too and immediately met her snout. A tongue was forced into her snout, rolling about dense wads of his splooge when she kissed her.

She relaxed and wrestled tongues with her while they embraced. Taking the lead, Rarity drew away and cupped her sister's chin, opening her maw and letting the snowball she'd formed drip into her mouth. Sweetie took the hint, and they started to swap it back-and-forth repeatedly, gargling and chewing on his splooge, making certain he got a good view.

He licked his lips while they continued to make out, stiffening once more, and eventually the pair swallowed his seed down. It was an acquired taste, but Rarity savored it by now, and Sweetie had quickly adjusted, moaning while she enjoyed its warmth and texture. By now the pair of them had matted their tales with feminine need which leaked out from their winking cunts.

“She's ready for you,” murmured Rarity who laid her little sister back and spread her folds to expose her untouched flower. Lubrication dripped from the bottom of her glistening, pastel pink pussy, leaking over her puckered anus which throbbed to be filled like the rest of her. She reminded herself Sweetie wasn't a foal anymore. And now he'd help make her a mare.

Spike cupped the younger unicorn's cheek. “Are you sure you want to be knocked up on your first time? I mean, this is a big responsibility, and we don't have to rush into this. I don't want to do something that you might come to regret, you know?”

“Oh, don't worry about that! My parents have agreed to help out if I need it!” She giggled. “Now, are you going to rut me or do I have to take the lead?!” He practically pounced on her, wasting no time as he drove his shafts into both her lower holes.

She winced a little, thankful she'd been worked up first, her natural lubricants helping him drive into her canals. A thin trickle of blood from her ruptured hymen leaked from her. “Are you-” She simply nodded quickly for him to continue, and he wasted no time, rocking her much smaller form with repeated thrusts. He took it slow at first before picking up speed.

Figuring she'd already taken it this far, Rarity helped out by encircling Sweetie's bouncing breasts with her aura, helping massage the soft, veiny mounds which nearly matched and could potentially surpass her own someday. She added another spot of magic to Belle's heart-shaped love button, rubbing the wet and swollen love bud with gentle strokes.

He cupped his lover's buttocks in his claws, her equally marshmallow-like buns squishing. She wrapped her limbs around him, meeting his snout with a deep kiss. His elongated tongue wrapped around her own while they wrestled.

He slammed deep as he could, bottoming out when he struck her cervix, his eyes turning to slits once his dragon instincts started to kick in. He forced himself to hold back, but she grunted for more, determined to keep up with the older sister she idolized so much. His wings arced out, and his tail swished, his balls swelling to pump in his life-giving seed.

She'd read Rarity's diaries about the first time the couple had made love in a Ponyville alley, how they'd reenacted a scene from a trashy romance novel that had been perused so many times between them (Sweetie Belle having done so in secret) that it was now a battered and tattered mess. She tried to mimic her and cried, ”Oh Spikey-Wikey, ravish me senseless!”

With a last hump he let loose into her. She squirmed happily, her belly ballooning, her pussy drinking in his virile spunk as it funneled into her womb, packed in. All the while she squealed and his heated blasts pushed her over the edge too, drenching him with an excessive amount of marecum. Rarity was forced to quickly close an eye, mascara running as her face was soaked.

He stayed buried all the way in her when they cuddled. He laid between the sisters, soaking up their body heat and scent, as they drifted off in an almost lazy manner. He rubbed Sweetie's bloated stomach, eggs awash in his splooge, no doubt inseminated if such a thing were possible. He'd hopefully be a father twice over. No, thrice since Ember had borne their spawn, too!
> Chapter 6
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A year finally passed since Spike had formed his herd. Despite his friendly protests, they promised him something special for the anniversary, no doubt planned by the one who'd originally come up with this idea, Rarity. She was the love of his life, even though he tried to love them equally. His relationship with Twilight was quite a different one, but no less strong as she'd raised him. Then there was his bond with Applejack, the pair admiring one-another for their shared sense of honor.

Like the rest of them he'd been uncertain about Trixie, but for the most part she behaved herself, and brought a sense of quirky humor he appreciated. They'd settled into an alternating rhythm, days packed as he kept them all satisfied, and they likewise returned the favor. He couldn't be happier, looking after his mares and making certain they were mutually satisfied.

However on one of their off days Rarity told him to meet her alone in the Everfree Forest, in an area she'd picked out. She'd even offered him a map leading to the clearing she'd selected. “Don't ask any further questions, okay my dearest?”

He'd simply nodded with an uncomfortable smile. Was she unhappy with their arrangement? It seemed like just yesterday when she'd left a herd with Fancy Pants and Fleur before she'd stumbled into and seduced him. She'd given him what he'd always wanted and more-so, despite the fact that he'd accepted with a heavy heart it simply wasn't to be.

No, best not to speculate. If for whatever reason she was unhappy, he'd do whatever it took to fix that!

Wings spread to their full span and beat furiously, leaving a shadow trailing below when he sailed out of Ponyville. He beamed as the gentle wind tickled his leathery hide clad in armor-like scales. Wrapped up in the gentle sunlight, he swished his tail, waving back at Rainbow Dash who passed by in a prismatic blur. She'd joined up with Fluttershy, Tree Hugger, and Pinkie Pie in a herd with Discord of all creatures, more built around shared curiosity and hedonistic pleasure than anything.

He touched down in the clearing he'd memorized and saw Rarity was already there waiting for him. “You're ravishing as ever,” he observed borrowing one of her phrases as his slit-like eyes studied the Fire Ruby draped by a necklace on her bosom.

“Thank you, darling. However, we need to talk.” She trotted up to him. He towered over her delicate frame, eclipsing her.

Nonetheless he still felt so much smaller than her, in his way. Like the little drake who'd had a crush on her. “Is something the matter?” He sat on his haunches. “I mean, if I did something wrong, I'd like to make up for it somehow.”

Rarity's curls bounced when she shook her head. “Quite the contrary. This is a day of celebration.” His heart skipped a beat when she laid a forehoof over it. “Do you understand the significance of today? No? It's the anniversary of when we formed this herd.” Her cheeks colored with mischief when she remembered the first time he'd ravished her in some private alley.

“O-oh, I didn't realize!” He scratched the back of his head with a dopey, apologetic grin. “Sorry, I-”

Her hoof moved to his snout and silenced him, her eyelashes fluttering. “Oh, it's quite alright. Actually, I wished to do something special with you in order to celebrate. But I wondered, what would suffice? You already have the pick of four lovely mares, not to mention a few of our friends sometimes! No, this occasion demands I somehow top myself!”

“You don't have to-”

“Hush. I insist. Girls?” She whistled, and a number of mares waltzed from behind a sea of trees; Twilight, Applejack, Trixie, Coco, Sassy, and Sweetie whose belly was well-rounded with whatever creatures would be born from their union. She'd bathed them in a special perfume that matched the forest scents, obscuring their presence in order to surprise him.

“Don't forget about me!” Ember sprung out of her own hiding spot in a tree top, landing before him and stretching cat-like. “Normally this wouldn't be my kind of scene, but I figured what the heck? You did give me a strong batch of eggs, after all!”

“I still want to see them,” he said.

“Don't worry, you will! But today's about you. So, who wants to show him first?”

Rarity's painted lips curled into a slow, sensuous smile. “How about all at once? Girls, fall in line!” They lined up with her at the center, and he raised his brow, bemused by the playful smiles they all shot him. “You ready for your present, Spike?”

With a hard gulp he slowly nodded once. They turned their posteriors towards him, Ember going to all fours to match them, and raised their tails which obscured their goodies, revealing the treasures hidden below. Most curious of all a variety of succulent gemstones were embedded in their marehoods and ponuts, wet and glistening as they shimmered under rays of sunshine.

He licked his chops, wanting to feast in every way imaginable. And he had a variety of exotic flavors to choose from. Padding forward on all fours, he sniffed at their presented rumps, a series of giggles escaping from several of them.

“Don't be shy now, partner.” AJ swayed her freckled rump back-and-forth. “Dig in!”

Teasingly he ran his claws over their derrieres, flicking and tracing their buttocks with his elongated tongue. Some of them shivered and cooed, thighs watering in anticipation to receive him. Seeing how Coco in particular seemed excited by a bit of anal play, he traced the ring of her anus, making her moan and clenched around the sapphires that stuffed her sexholes.

She panted and twitched an ear. “D-don't tease me, Spike...” She squealed when he sunk his muscle into her orifices, dragging out the treats and licking out her slimy, slippery pink walls all the while. “Oh, Spike!” She voiced a silent, orgasmic scream.

Gemstones crushed to a fine powder between razor-sharp teeth settled into the furnace of his stomach. He picked a few stray shards out with a claw, savoring the way they seemed to melt within his mouth like candy.

He moved to AJ next, and similarly cleaned her out, leaving her a tussled wreck. One-by-one he picked them clean, taking a moment to savor their tastes and textures, the way their moistness trailed down his snout. He breathed in their sweet scents with a flare of his nostrils, his twin ridged dragonhoods aroused from their sheathes, their tips beaded with precum.

Twilight shivered under his touch, instinctively flapping her wings. “We love you, Spike!” She whimpered when he smacked her ass hard with both palms, red marks left upon her wobbly buttcheeks, branding her as his in a playful manner.

“Deeper,” murmured Sweetie Belle as he slid past her cervix and licked out her womb, feeling the unborn creature resting within. She didn't seem to be carrying eggs, so he pondered what it could be. A foal? A cross between dragon and pony?

“Mmm,” whined Sassy when she stretched her forehooves forward and rested her chin on them, sticking up her ass far as she possibly could while she leaned into his snout. “But I suspect poor Spike is ready to do more by now?”

“You know Trixie can take it! Breed me senseless,” she demanded with a twerk of her posterior.

Rarity sidled atop her as they formed a stack. “Let's take him together, shall we?” Unable to hold back anymore as it felt like his balls were about to burst, he lined his cocks up with their foalholes, and slowly pressed into them, their bodies seizing up when he buried himself to the hilt. He drove all the way into their uteri, bottoming about into their cores.

Ember rested atop them, straddling the fashionista and facing towards him. She wrapped her arms and wings around his neck, their snouts interlocking, as she pressed the soft breasts complete with nipples Discord had gifted her with on his chest. Her chest had always had an attractive curve to it, but these soft, fleshy mounds now drew the gaze of all malekind.

He gently rocked into Rarity and Trixie, while his claws reached to his sides, slipping digits into the warm canals of Coco and Sassy. He flicked his spiny tail at AJ, who took the hint, settling onto the extension and waving her stetson while she rode him cowpony-style with a cry of, “Yee-hah!” Her nethers mashed upon the soft spires, drenching them in her love juices.

Trying to think up ways to make love to all of them at once, he flung out his leather wings, drawing in Twilight and Sweetie. The tiny claws upon their tops felt the pair up, who maneuvered themselves until he could explore their squishy tunnels. Squelches sounded wetly as they squirted small bursts under his ministrations, stirring their interiors up.

It was difficult to focus on them all at once. But he felt a duty to please them, not to mention himself! They writhed and mewled, grinding into him, the open displays of lust from the females around them serving to make them even wetter and tighter.

He expelled into Rarity and Trixie, having taken the potions Twilight had mixed into his breakfast for the day, which helped increase the longevity and intensity of his cumshots. He filled them nearly to the breaking point, ballooning them up much as he safely could, until their faces were dopey with sheer rapture, dazed and glazed while they whinnied for more.

Going down the line he attempted to satisfy them all in pairs; Coco and Sassy, Twilight and Applejack, Sweetie and Ember. Once he'd finished they were all swollen to bursting, awash in their afterglow, one he shared. He drew them into a pile and close to him with his tail and wings, a dragon with his precious treasures while he lazed in the Everfree.

“You've all made this day so special. It's the best I've ever had, so far! I love you,” he murmured with a kiss on the temple of his four herd members. A pony's lifespan was so fleeting by comparison. But Twilight would likely be with him until the end. For now he'd savor all these idle moments, memories of their companionship forever crystallized in his heart and mind.