Cheerleading is Hard and so is Something Else
Evil, shapeshifting, love-sucking bugs, a corrupt ancient ruler bent on enslaving the world, a monster so old that he had all but been written out of history itself, and a fallen princess who wanted to turn the world to night for all of time, that is to say that in his nineteen years in Equestria the lean purple dragon now sitting in his boxers on an oddly large heart-shaped bed had seen some shit. Equally true, he had seen the return of a powerful and magnificent empire, even saved it, witnessed six of the greatest myths of all time return as if nothing had ever happened to them, befriended a god of chaos who had turned his Ogres and Oubliettes nights into unbelievable and real adventures, and seen the ascension of a nerdy unicorn into a alicorn princess, that is to say that his imagination had fuel to grow vast and powerful, not unlike the wings folded against his back. Yet, for all of his experience and all of his dreams, none had ever dared crystallize into the reality he now found himself facing. The green spikes on his head that ran all the way to the tip of his tail seemed to twitch as the frills on the side of his head picked up the start of the music, the signal that the routine was about to begin. His heart beat fast, and if he was able to sweat he was sure his palms would be clammy in anticipation.
Two shadows appeared in opposite corners of the room in front of him, the one on his left somersaulted into a perfect split, a small bit of fabric above her waist fluttering as pom-poms were held high in a wide-V with her head between them, the other had taken to the sky with her own wings and flipped through the air before landing on one hand, the other kept just inches above the ground, the pom-pom almost tickling it as her legs spread wide above, the minuscule bit of fabric on her waist falling near her stomach thanks to gravity. Stage lights flashed on revealing the stars of the night in all their wonder and majesty.
The first shadow was none other than the fabulous and talented Rarity, a beautiful white unicorn who had filled so many of his dreams and fantasies for years, that it amazed him the outfit she was in now had never crossed his mind. Her long purple locks fell to her shoulders where they met a rather impractical purple top with green trim that had the name “Spike” in cursive across her chest between the shoulder blades; what made it impractical was that it stopped right atop the beginning of her large breasts, allowing them to hang free for all to see, with all meaning him and her fellow cheerleader. Upon her glorious breasts sat two beautiful full teal nipples that made his mouth water, his lips demanding to be allowed to suck upon them; shame he had sworn to stay where he was until told otherwise. His eyes trailed down her toned stomach and her somehow both cute and sexy belly button until they reached the very miniskirt that sat upon her curvaceous hips. The skirt matched the top perfectly in color scheme, pattern, and size; it ended almost immediately only long enough to cover part of her pelvis and revealing her perfectly cared for marehood, a pair of soft white lips that gave the tiniest hint of the teal prize within already glistening with her excitement as it rubbed on the ground beneath her. Oh, how he desired to place his own lips upon them and give them the most passionate kiss he could, and considering his tongue was as long as his torso he would never have to worry about falling short on passion. Her long slender legs were so soft and inviting they almost certainly had sent stallions and mares alike to the emergency room as their hearts stopped but their smiles became large and dreamy. As his eyes reached her feet and was a tad surprised to find a pair of sneakers upon them, yet he had to admit that together with the pom-poms, held within her perfectly manicured hands at the end of her long surreal arms, they completed the entire outfit, really bringing it all together. It was bringing something together in his boxers too.
The other light fell upon a gray feathered griffon, Gabby. Known for her endless energy and positive attitude, and to most males, her amazingly plump breasts, curvaceous hips, and an ass that screamed, ‘spank me!’ Her outfit matched Rarity’s exactly, showing off a true sense of team spirit, as well as those assets her clothes normally hid. With her legs in the air he could not help but trail his eyes down the toned furry legs, the lion in her proudly on display as they seemed perfect for pouncing on him at any moment. Soon his eyes laid upon her griffonhood; soft did not even begin to describe the light gray down feathers that covered those soft lips revealing only the tiniest bit of similarly colored moist flesh. The down ran all the way up her underbelly while her sides and arms were covered in fur. Between her breasts all the way up to her chin, though some was hidden by the top, was a white tuft of feathers. Thanks to gravity, her large breasts, completed by large dark gray areola and nipples that stood proud, now hung down, covering the lower part of her face, with only the tip of her yellow beak poking out between them. Her eyes were a slightly darker shade of emerald and were filled with mirth. “I got hit in the face by my own boobs!” An infectious giggle filled the room.
“Focus, Darling.”
“Oh, right!”
Spike tried not to laugh as he continued taking in the griffon before him. The way her down ended around her cheeks just under her eyes, the two little arrows of white on each side beneath them, was in contrast to the gray feathers around her eyes and over her head that matched her fur. Three more arrows, one between her eyes with the tip ending near her beak, and two above her eyes as if acting as eyebrows; Spike always through they looked like little hearts and were adorable. Three feathers stuck out from the back of her head held together by a light blue scrunchie similarly to a ponytail, albeit much shorter. Finally his eyes were drawn to her arms; right under her elbows fur gave way to yellow scale and further down, while currently hidden under the purple and green pom-pom, were talons sharp enough to slice most things in half and undoubtedly painted with cute little animal faces. In total, Spike would describe her as one very hot chick, the urge to fight back a laugh again filling him.
“Spike, darling, why do I have a sudden urge to cover my face with my hand?”
“You like being mysterious?”
“I suspect that’s not why.”
“So… cheerleading?”
“Ah, right!”
Rarity went to start the music again with her magic, while at the same time Spike took a moment to consider how he had ended up here in this unbelievably amazing situation. He had known and secretly loved Rarity for a long time but had always been too afraid to close the gap between friends and more than friends. As time went on the two had become inseparable and, unknowingly to both at the time, an irreplaceable part of each other’s day to day lives. As Spike matured though, he made new friends as well, including one very happy and incredible griffon that brought sunshine to the darkest of days with her infectiously good attitude. Without ever really meaning too, he found himself hanging out with Gabby more and in return Rarity less. His feeling for the unicorn had never faltered; he simply was having fun with his new friend. Unexpectedly and confusingly though, the familiar feelings he felt with Rarity had begun to form here as well. To say he had been baffled was an understatement; after all, he had never heard of anyone loving two females at the same time, yet here he was. Still, the fear of loss was crippling.
To Spike’s shame, he had neglected to spend time with his first love with his blossoming friendship and feelings for Gabby. This had of course affected the fashionista in a way that neither expected, rather extremely perhaps. Believing she had done something wrong she apologized, while having no idea what she was apologizing for, after discovering he had simply been spending time with someone else a new feeling had arisen in her, jealousy. Still, her intentions remained good as she sought to renew her friendship with the drake and show Spike how much she appreciated everything they had built together over the years. Gabby had been understanding enough, it was hard to pass up some of the tempting offers the mare had made: gem caverns and power pony conventions came once a year after all. However, the small time she spent without Spike had proved more trying than she had expected, thinking constantly of the drake and desiring so strongly to be with him. She would laugh later at not realizing the implications.
Things finally boiled over when she had expected to find him alone to enjoy some time with each other, when she instead found him with Rarity yet again, playing Ogres and Oubliettes. She had stormed out in tears, a pretty extreme reaction that shocked even her. Rarity had come to her, apologizing, seeking to repair the friendship that she had unintentionally hurt. Spike had stumbled upon them at the same time, as if guided by fate himself. Realizing just how hard those few days without Spike had been, she found that she understood why Rarity had sought to reclaim some of the time she had begun losing. This act would spark her own friendship with Rarity, and Spike had begun to work harder to split his time more evenly between the two.
Things seemed perfect for a while, but before long both of them had begun to feel their time with Spike was not enough. They of course were unwilling to attempt to steal anymore of the drake’s time from each other since their friendship had blossomed. Gabby was surprised when Rarity suggested something that seemed so incredibly obvious that it amazed her she did not come up with it: The three of them spend time together! Of course both of them would maintain some alone time with him, but now they could increase their time with him even more!
It was at this point the drake began to prove how oblivious he truly was. When they went from delivering mail and making dresses to dinners in fancy restaurants, walks in the park, a day at the beach with one adorably frilly bathing suit and one of questionable legality, and nights-in where the two cuddled against him so closely he was worried they might hear his heartbeat. Sure, he appreciated the new intimate nature of these situations as he fought with his own romantic feelings for both women, but he was certain this was simply a platonic friend thing that they would do with any of their friends, he knew Rarity had at least done most of them with the other girls. She was just clingier with him, that was all.
All of his beliefs on the matter ended one night though. They had gone to see a movie, had dinner, and walked the long way to the Boutique for Spike and Gabby to drop Rarity off, or so he had thought. Instead, when he reached the door Rarity had grabbed his hand, tipped him down with a little pull he was not prepared for, and kissed him on the lips passionately for what felt like an eternity. The red faced drake was flabbergasted when she finally pulled away, but the chance to process what had happened was stolen from him as Gabby grabbed him, wrapped her arms around his torso , fluttered her wings to gain some height, and planted an equally passionate kiss on his already purple-lipstick stained lips, blending it with her own cyan. His brain had shut down a goofy grin appearing on it, but he remembered as the two girls embraced each other, two impressive busts squishing together, soft furred lips meeting what he had just found out was a shocking soft beak, a fire and desire overtaking them that made him sweat. In short, it was very, very hot. Next thing he knew, they had each taken an arm, and had pulled him through the door for his first of many magical nights with the two beauties that stole his heart and each other’s.
Spike and the two of them had experimented quite a bit over the months they had been together now; thus, Rarity’s current surprise for him. A side effect of him commenting how good Smolder looked in her cheerleading uniform, if he had to guess. Spike was probably lucky the jealousy they had experienced with each other had taught them to be more open about such things; scratch probably, he was definitely lucky.
“We’re about to start, Spike, darling, so if you could refocus.”
“Huh?”
A laugh small and cute, “You had that look you get when you’re thinking about something; it’s goofy, but adorable!”
“One would wonder how you can manage to get distracted with two gorgeous women barely clothed in front of you. I didn’t even get the music going again before you went off to Spikelandia.”
“Sorry; though, I would question if that counts as clothed but you’re the fashionista. I was just thinking back on how we got here and how I got so lucky.”
“Aw!”
“Yes, that’s adorable and sweet, but we’re aiming for sexy and a good prelude to a hard fucking here.”
“So unladylike.”
“I will take Gabby and the two of us can have a girls’ night so help me! I won’t even let you watch.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Got it, I will shut up and enjoy the show!”
“This dragon of ours sometimes.” With that her horn lit up and the music finally continued.
Rarity was quick to her feet, before somersaulting a few feet from Spike and the bed with her legs spread wide. Gabby followed the performance by doing a standing front-flip without any assistance from her wings. After landing the impressive acrobatic display, she sprung forward through Rarity’s legs and ended her roll on her back with a flourish of her pom-poms as if framing Rarity’s impressive breasts.
The music ended and Spike clapped. “Impressive! And sexy!”
“I knew that time I spent trying to get a gymnastic’s Cutie Mark would come in handy!”
“And my daily yoga keeps me pretty flexible.” Rarity proved her statement by bending backwards till her hands touched the floor, thrusting her hips out and showing off her glistening marehood even more.
A devious glint shone from Gabby’s eyes as she dove in and licked the prize in front of her. Rarity made a squeak like, “Meep!” before moaning from the attention on her needy flower.
“Gabby, darling, mmm, while I’m loving this we still have two more rout-ines,” her voice became noticeably higher for a moment, “left to do.”
“Oh, right!” Gabby stopped her lapping and licked the nectar from her beak with an audible, “Mmm!” that rose everyone’s body hear.
With her lower lips no longer under assault from the ravenous onslaught, she corrected her body to a normal position, with Gabby standing up beside her.
“Now, we stole this next cheer from Rainbow Dash’s squad, but I hope you like our twist on it.”
“The twist is we’re practically naked!”
Rarity rolled her eyes but found the corners of her lips turned up. She started the music again, and both girls immediately turned their backs to Spike filling his vision with two wonderfully full moons. Keeping their arms together, they raised them into the air opposite the other, making a wide V with both of them.
Gabby started, “Over,”
Rarity bent over at this point keeping Spike an obstructed view of everything, from her wet, succulent, teal marehood to the tight puckered star that he knew all too well could drive a drake crazy, of course, that marshmallow behind was of the highest class too, “And over,”
Quick as a whip, Gabby rolled onto Rarity’s back, spreading her legs wide and revealing herself in her entirety, her large breasts peaked over her clit and her hungry eyes took in all of his own lustful gazes, her tongue running across her beak was quite seductive as both of them were splayed before him in the short moment before she rolled all the way across landing with both of them moving to the starting position “and over again!”
They chimed in together “We’ll cheer for our drake,” they bent over and spread themselves with their hands, a pom-pom covering each cheek, “till he takes our ends!” as a finale they both turned their heads to look at him with a seductive wink.
A small stream of smoke flowed from his nose and he was glad that Rarity had gotten Twilight to enchant her fire detectors to ignore dragon smoke. “Bravo, bravo! Ten out of ten!”
They returned to a standing position, facing the drake and enjoying the effect they had on him. Lust in his eyes, that toned chest breathing heavily, and most importantly the tent in his boxers.
“We’re pretty proud of this next cheer as well!”
“Quite, darling, so without further ado!” Placing their arms to their sides they took their ready position.
They began cheering together in perfect unison “Give us a D!” Their arms arched together beside them joining at their pom-poms and making the letter D.
“Give us an I!” This time their arms went straight, one above their head and one at their waist, creating the letter.
“Give us a C!” Similar to the D but with their pom-poms left separated creating an opening.
“Give us a K!” One hand went straight up, the other went at an angle while their legs separated into a full body K.
They dropped their pom-poms, spread their legs, and opened their entrances wide as they finished the cheer. “Give us your dick, dick, dick!”
Spike clapped his hands giving a standing ovation, in more ways than one. “Go team! I am really pumped up, you two are naturals! So, what’s the next cheer?”
They looked at each other, their faces brightened a bit in what Spike recognized not as sexy embarrassment but more awkward hand-in-the-cookie-jar embarrassment. “You see, darling, the thing is… cheerleading is hard and takes a lot of practice and training, not to mention effort, creativity, and an understanding how each member bends.”
“And while we look amazing,” Gabby sung that part, “we are no actually cheerleaders, like at all.”
“So we only came up with the two performances. We hope you are not too disappointed Spikey-Wikey.”
“Yeah, sorry, Spike.”
Before either could utter another word, Spike was between them with his hands wrapped around their torsos and behind their backs squeezing them gently. “You two are amazing and wonderful, and that was fantastic. So please, don’t apologize, it would only lessen how great you two did.” He turned his head giving Rarity a passionate kiss before turning again and giving Gabby one, enjoying as they melted into him.
“Still, coach, we were woefully unprepared and we should really be punished.”
“What she said!”
And with that, both of them sauntered over to the heart-shaped bed, Spike’s eyes running up and down their curves, and bent over the side of it. “Do what you must, Coach; we deserve it.”
Spike smirked, closing his hands together and popping the joints in his fingers. “So that’s how you want to play it, very well.” Taking on a faux air of seriousness he rose his voice to a firm and commanding level and tone, “You two have been very naughty, undoubtedly having wet daydreams and playing with yourselves instead of practicing and coming up with new routines. I can’t let this go undisciplined!”
Their responses was a sad look and puppy dog eyes, as if caught with their hand in the cookie jar, a perfect way to stroke the fires in this dragon’s chest. He took hold of Rarity’s arm, firm enough to fulfill their little game but gentle enough to not actually hurt her and pulled her over his lap. Rarity’s face flushed the cutest, or as she would say, ‘most becoming,’ shade of red as she stuck her rear up, the ultra-mini skirt doing nothing to protect her pristine porcelain posterior. “Let’s see, how does ten sound for such bad girls.”
Quick to voice her opinion, Gabby spoke up, “Twenty! I mean, we need at least twenty for our behavior or we’ll never learn.” She scratched her pawed feet against the floor as she looked away trying to look ashamed of her actions.
“Twenty it is then.”
Gabby’s heart fluttered, she had a bit more of a masochistic nature than her unicorn partner. While the uniforms had been all Rarity, this part was all her; though, Rarity was thrilled with the addition. She took her place behind Rarity’s behind ready to watch the action first hand as she waited for her own turn.
Rarity had discovered that she rather enjoyed being watched, enjoying the attention and desire Gabby lavished her with. The extra spanks would simply prolong how long it took before she would be able to sit down without feeling her master’s love. She was perfectly alright with that.
Spike rubbed her cheeks enjoying how even with their considerable size they had a defined firmness beneath the soft fur, as a testament to the exercise that Rarity never missed to keep her figure in perfect condition. He gave them little squeezes, the flesh warping and pushing back against his clawed hand, and enjoyed the moans he received as he warmed her up before they got down to business. The importance of proper care was never lost on him.
The first spank was fast but light, earning a small, “eep,” from the mare. He alternated cheeks as he landed another two before she full recovered, loving the way her body shook on his lap as he watched the pain and pleasure roll over her face. He upped the power a bit, feeling a stinging sensation on his hand that he knew she was feeling far more on her behind. Making sure to move his hands up and down with each blow so as to never focus too much on one spot, he played her butt like an instrument; the slaps harmonizing in the most wonderfully perverse way with the moans and yelps that came from her beautiful teal lips. Sometimes he would take his time between strikes, watching the way her ass jiggled and just enjoying how magical it felt against his hands. As he came to the tenth, he locked eyes with Gabby and landed a loud and powerful slap enjoying the way she rubbed her thighs together and the small bit of drool on her beak. “You deserve this for being such a naughty cheerleader and putting pleasure above the squad. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, you’ll be getting your turn soon enough.”
They answered together, perfectly in unison, “Yes, Coach!”
Spike’s work was truly an act of passion, no moment went by that he did not adore. One of the best features of Rarity’s flawless white fur was that as the skin beneath reddened it begin to show the color through her fur. The way she pouted as she looked up at him with that faux apologetic look, miserable in appearance but a horniness beneath scratching at the surface, was adorable and fire stroking at the same time. Her breasts would wobble, slapping his legs against them on particularly hard strikes. Even the warmth of her stomach upon his legs sent shivers down his spine. There truly was not a single feature of Rarity that Spike was not in love with. And this complete package of a mare, had only her appearance as the wrapping, with the inside filled with passion, love, dedication, kindness, and generosity. Sure, she had her flaws and made her share of mistakes, but those only made her more precious to him, more real. As the twentieth spank resounded through the room loud and proud, a hiss of pain followed by a moan of undeniable pleasure joined the chorus beneath him. She looked up at him her eyes hungry and her face red, and he found himself nearly unwilling to let go of her as if she would disappear and the dream would shatter. Yet the warmth he felt off of her, as well as the wet spot she was leaving against his leg, proved that it was real, and he could not help but tilt her head up and give her a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing as they moaned into one another.
They parted a small string of saliva between their red faces, a burning desire clear beneath the surface. “Mmph, I was some of that too! No fair, no fair!” They glanced over at Gabby and almost laughed at the way she was throwing a little temper tantrum her fists balled at her sides like a child.
Quick to her feet, Rarity turned taking the gryphon by surprise and thrusting her lips against the beak, watching the jealous admiration drain way into burning lust as she wrestled the other girl’s tongue into submission. “Feel better?”
Dreamily, she replied, “Yeah.”
“Good, now,” Rarity was fast, moving out of the way and pushing Gabby from behind causing her to stumble and fall forward towards Spike’s lap, thankfully Spike had reacted quickly and caught her shoulder with one hand and lowering her down gently the rest of the way, “Your turn. And that’s for that little spring-loaded pie-in-a-box you sent me last week.”
“Okay, I may have deserved that, but I thought you liked getting a cream pie.”
“Very funny,” Rarity swatted the gryphon’s ass earning an unexpected ‘Ah!’ from her victim, “but you can consider us even now.” Climbing onto the bed, Rarity placed her head on Spike’s shoulder giving her the perfect view, nearly identical to Spike’s, of Gabby’s face and body. Unlike Gabby who liked to watch the action, Rarity much preferred seeing the expression of pain and pleasure dance upon her bedmates face.
“Shall we get this show on the road ladies?”
Gabby’s response was to wiggle her butt happily, tail swishing back and forth excitedly, waiting for the sweet sting of scaled hand.
“She’s adorable isn’t she, Spikey.”
His claw scratched under her chin, causing a purr that they had come to understand was a sign of happiness and content from the gryphon. “She is, but part of me thinks you just can’t help but love cats. Though, this one scratches a lot less than Opal.”
“You leave my precious Opal out of this!”
The pout was far from sincere but even dragons would falter before the determination of the most fashionable mare in Equestria. “Of course, she’s a lovely cat, Rarity.” A small attempt to laugh it off did nothing to help of course, but thankfully Spike had other distractions. “So, Gabriella, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Hearing her full name sent shivers down her spine. “No, Coach, I was a very bad girl and I deserve this.”
He smirked. “Yes, yes you do.” And with that the first spank rang out through the room, making her chirp from the unexpected contact. “Maybe we should have you join Fluttershy’s bird choir, every time you need to hit the high notes I’ll just swat your ass like this,” another blow, another squeak. Spike ran his hand up and down her sizable rear. While Rarity had kept herself in shape with exercise and a healthy diet, Gabby enjoyed a few more sweets and a little more playing around than working out. Her waist had stayed pretty thin since she was still very active, but the extra cupcakes had descended straight to her rear, not that Spike or Rarity were complaining. Her pleasantly plush posterior was perfect. In fact, Spike, had found that he loved both of their butts for different reasons, neither superior to the other.
As he finally placed another slap on her gray furred behind, he could not help but enjoy the extra jiggle that seemed to ripple from where his hand landed, like a stone thrown into a calm pond.
Rarity purred seductively into his ear, “It really is something to watch, the way it just radiates out.”
He swallowed, feeling a familiar twitch in his boxers. “Y-yeah.”
Another blow on the other cheek, Gabby’s howl loud and primitive ended with her tongue lolling out of her beak and her eyes rolled up. “So good!”
“Though, my big Spikey-Wikey, I think I much prefer that face.” He could hear the sound of her licking her lips.
And it was true, the look of pure unadulterated bliss and orgasmic pleasure was such a change from the giggly, silly, and cute face she normally had to one that was beyond sexy and dirty. Turning this pure being of joy into a sex-crazed and lust-driven animal brought a fire and desire to his chest hotter than his own fire ever had.
The sound of smacks and slaps filled the room, harmonizing with the moans and howls of the kitty-bird. Her ass stung more than his hand, and yet that sting they shared was proof of their love, bond, and trust. The spunky gryphon and he were brought together by fate and three of fates most troublesome compatriots, one of who ironically was Rarity’s sister. The two had started as pen pals yet as she came to visit more and more he found her laughter and thrill for life contagious. As her large breasts slapped against his leg, he could not help but remember the first time they met. While Spike was a gentledrake through and through, the way they were trying to pop out of that white t-shirt would have made even the most devote of monks drool. Every day with her was like another bottle of sunshine being opened and brightening his life. It was comical really; a refined beauty like Rarity and the bubbly almost childish nature of the adorable Gabby had both completely captured his heart, despite their difference, their passion for their dreams was undeniable. Guess he had a type after all. She was his, they were his, and he was theirs, and while they happily let him hurt them for their combined pleasure, if anyone attempted to hurt any of them the other two would bring down a wrath that even gods would fear(They knew a few after all). It was such a powerful and unbreakable love that he could not help but smile, the next few spanks following muscle memory for the sweetest spots of pain for his gryphon love.
A whisper entered his ear, “You have that smile on your face, not the goofy silly one that makes me giggle or the razor sharp sadistic one that makes me shiver, but the content one that seems to warm the entire room and tells of the sweetest thoughts of love unspoken and happiness unsung. You’re in your head letting your thoughts drift to such thing with a girl on your lap and your hand assaulting her ass in the most perverse of melodies. I’m rather impressed you can have such pure thoughts at times like this, and I’m rather disappointed you’re not giving her more of your attention when she’s putting herself in such a vulnerable state for you.”
He turned and kissed her cheek. “You’re right, as always. I just couldn’t help but think how lucky I am.”
Rarity found herself blushing as she stared into his eyes, the simple clichéd line somehow striking more bashfulness in her than any of the nudity or foreplay could.
“Alright, Gabby, last ten. I’ll really make sure this lesson sticks in that easily distracted brain of yours.”
“Please do!”
The intensity of each following spank only seemed to rise as he played her ass like some depraved drum set. The master of an art that showed in the darkening of gray on her rear and vocalized in chips, moans, squeaks, and sounds so bestial and filled with lust that words could only fail to touch the perversity of it all. The drool puddled on the floor almost as impressive as the amount of excitement that had dripped down both of their legs to the ground beneath them.
The final spank was powerful and loud, a sonic Rainboom right to the rear; the switch was flipped.
“Now, I think you’ve learned you lesson, haven’t you-” With dexterity that could match any real cheerleader’s, Gabby had placed her hands on Spike’s leg and, like a true gymnast, used her arms as a fulcrum to swing her legs and body in front of Spike’s own. Two faces of shock looked upon one of pure need and want. Like a cat she sprung forward; Spike had spent most of his life dodging powerful and questionable magic shot from the horn of Equestria’s greatest and sometimes unthought-through-est unicorn honing his reflexes upon a blade's edge, allowing him to throw himself to the side on pure instinct. Rarity was not so fortunate.
The tackle had propelled both girls across the bed together, Gabby on top of Rarity with their bodies perfectly flush against each other. Gabby had grabbed Rarity’s wrists making her unable to throw the gryphon off of her. Breasts mashed against each other, stomachs lay upon one another, and their lower lips were locked in a depraved kiss, which was good since their upper lips were also in a sloppy, hungry, lustful kiss. As Gabby let Rarity breathe, she looked over her shoulder at Spike who had managed to stand up at the end of the bed gawking at the sight before him. “Fuck us!” she thrusted her hips rubbing her clit against Rarity’s making the mare moan needily, “Fuck us!” another thrust, wet slick lips being forced against each other again, “Fuck us!” she screamed the last one as she showed Rarity’s marehood no mercy grinding on it with wanton abandon as the mare below shook in pleasure. Gone were the playful eyes of the mischievous mail gryphon, replaced with the horny, need-driven, sex-crazed eyes of a creature of pure lust in the most maddening of heats.
As he looked at the two in their hardly there cheerleading outfits, one demanding to be fucked as the other one howled in maddening pleasure, he wondered if he had ever been so hard in his life. He was certain Rarity might yell at him for it later, but with such a feast before him who really had time to pull their boxers off, no, tearing them off was the way to go. Maybe if he fucked her senseless enough she would not even notice. It was a good plan, one he was quite ready to execute as he licked his lips.
Dragons had evolved as creatures of wants, greed and lust never being short on that list; as such when the boxers were torn from his hips a pair of hemi-penis stood proud and at attention. Male dragons had received such a gift because anything less and a female dragon was likely to never be satisfied. There were rumors in certain corners of the badlands and beyond of dragoness with interest outside their species draining males to near death states in their hunger. Death by snu-snu as some called it; there were worse ways to go.
Using his hands he positioned himself at both of their entrances. While one head snuggled in nicely between Rarity’s lips, Gabby’s constant movement had instead forced his other tip between their clits, now being added to the sloppy dance, making all three shudder in pleasure. It felt good, great really, but it was not quite the goal. He grabbed hold of Gabby’s wrists forcing her hands from Rarity’s and locking her into place as she struggled helplessly, just causing the most minor of movement from her rear and pussy. With her finally under some amount of control, though not her own, he was able to properly line up and begin pushing into them. Their moans filled the air, the sweet sensation they had been waiting for finally being given to them happily. It was such a unique feeling having two different women clenching down on him. While both of them were quite tight, Rarity had a slight edge in that department, her walls like velvet as they hugged his intruder unwilling to release him as he pushed further in. Gabby on the other hand had a slightly rougher feel to her and he could feel her clenching down on him at will, trying to drive him as crazy as she was. Interestingly, hers was also the warmer of the two while Rarity’s was always the wetter. Both felt amazing and he found he preferred neither over the other. As he finally slid all the way in, a small billow of smoke escaped his mouth, showing just how pleased he was.
Before he could really do anything, Gabby broke in, “Yesssssssssss!” and without any further ado she had begun moving her hips back and forth, showing that his restraint was little more than illusion as she pumped him in and out while assaulting Rarity’s body with her own, electricity running from their clits up their spines into their brains in pure madness.
Refusing to let Gabby have all the fun, Spike used her arms as anchor points and began pushing out and slamming back into the two of them. Rarity could do little more than brave the relentless ecstasy being brought upon her body as she threw her arms around Gabby’s back and pulled her into a deep kiss. Seeing the two sweaty mares, their uniforms scrunched up together, as their nipples continued grazing each other’s and their bodies shivered and shook in the most erotic of embraces only drove him on. He could smell the excitement they secreted in the air, practically taste it and it gave him a wicked and wonderful idea. He could tell they were close and he was not far behind, the perfect opportunity. Quick as a snake darting for its prey, his long, thin, serpentine, forked tongue darted from his mouth and flew between the small space between them, the taste of the two females’ need dancing on his tongue, one tasting of sapphires and the other of onyx, that is to say, one was quite sweet while the other was a bit tangy, but still quite delicious.
For a moment the world around Rarity seemed to completely black out before white flashes filled her vision alongside the explosion of pleasure that shot through her body, she felt herself clamping desperately at Spike’s member attempting to milk it for all it was worth, demanding that he release into her. Her juices sprayed out of her soaking the gryphon’s nethers alongside her own, as well as, Spike’s dastardly wonderful tongue. An involuntary shiver surged through her body as she revealed in her bliss.
For Gabby it was as if the roaring fire inside her had flared up, intense and unyielding as electricity shot through her spine bringing euphoria and happiness with it. She shared a scream with the pony beneath her as their mouths remained locked together. Whatever strength she had was gone as she flopped completely onto the mare, her legs no longer enough to hold her up as she soaked the two of them and the wicked appendage with a waterfall of her own excitement. The only muscles still working were those clenching onto Spike for dear life, trying to drain him into her.
With both of them bearing down on him so fantastically, Spike knew he had only seconds and quickly recoiled his tongue faster than a whip. Safely back in his mouth, and coated with the taste of the females beneath him, he allowed the last bastions of his defense to fall as he began hammering into them. A small roar shook the bed as he felt himself pulse within them, their ministrations rocking him to the core as waves of ecstasy crashed down upon him. He held Gabby’s arms tight as he hilted himself. Their bodies had demanded it, and so they received his seed deep within, shot after shot filling them until it spilled out from around his members.
Rarity held Gabby tight, her fingers digging into the muscles around the base of her wings, as she received the incredibly warm gift of her dragon. Instead of finally putting out her desire it only seemed to fan it further.
Most winged creatures were incredibly sensitive around where Rarity had dug it, and this extra unexpected streak of pleasure had combined with the sensation of hot sticky dragon sperm filling her to push Gabby into having a smaller orgasm, her eyes rolling up as her tongue hung loosely in Rarity’s mouth, no longer capable of dancing with its partner as her wings shivered in delight.
Spike pulled out, small moans escaping the two as each inch left them feeling empty and needy. The sight before him was one that he found would never grow old, his essence leaking from the well fucked lips of his two loves, combining with theirs as it dripped down both of them into the crevice of Rarity’s spread legs and glossing her tight little teal puckered star.
While Spike was admiring his work, Rarity had managed to regain control of her motor functions. She was quick to flip the gray gryphon over so that she was now sitting on top, the flow of juices reversing down to the other woman’s rear. She flourished her now disheveled purple mane behind her, sweat coating her face and body as well as that of her partner in crime. “Oh, you are going to pay for that, little birdie. Even if it was fun being beneath you for a change, I’ll remind you whose top around here,” she glanced over her shoulder at Spike, a wicked and devious smile on her beautiful face, “beside you of course, Coach.”
Gabby had finally begin to shake off her two orgasms and was gulping in fear and excitement for what the mare must have planned for her, not that she was all that certain what it was. Over the course of their time together, she had found Rarity to be quite the creative dominant when she wanted to be. Gabby found that she usually wanted to be when dealing with her, and she was plenty happy to oblige her.
Using her well-manicured hand, she held Gabby down by her stomach as she turned herself around, presenting her dragon cum leaking, mare and gryphon juice coated marehood, some of it dripped onto her tits, the top of the uniform, and her face, “Pretend you’re looking for a worm and get that tongue working.” Before Gabby could respond Rarity sat down, a leg on each side of her head supporting her as she smothered the gryphon in sexual juices. She moaned loud and proud as she felt that agile tongue begin to work its magic. Using a magic of her own, her horn lit up a teal aura and the moan that reverberated through her was quite the reward as the same aura spread her happy victim’s womanhood and that cute gray target beneath it. “Here, why don’t you punish these naughty holes of her with those powerful scepters? Show her whose little slut she is, won’t you, Mas- Coach.”
“Nice catch.” He licked his lips at the treat before him. Taking a hold of her legs, he spread her wide, lining himself up with each entrance. “I suppose I could enjoy these needy holes, as long as I keep hearing your moans that is.”
Rarity opened her mouth, but no words escape only a powerful moan as the tongue seemed to double its effort, flicking across her clit. “Give it to her!”
Needing no other instruction, Spike began descending into her depths with his twin drakes. He had to bite back a pleasured hiss as the unbelievable tightness consumed his lower virility. The comparison of the wet soft tunnel above and the lower dryer and tighter tunnel below were worlds apart and yet both seemed to cause a supernova of passion within his soul and body. He was glad that Rarity’s juices had properly lubricated him for his gryphon spelunking. Once he was hilted, he took a glance at the sight before him. Rarity had begun playing with her own breasts, rolling them in her hands, squeezing them, pinching those beautiful teal nipples, but her magic had now moved from spreading Gabby to teasing her chest in similar ways, while also vibrating against both of their clits, and holding Gabby’s straining arms down. Of all the unicorns Spike knew,(and it was a lot,) Rarity was one of the most skilled multitaskers with her magic he had ever seen, no detail or minor action escaping her. Past that impressive display, was the sight of a yellow beak dripping dragon, mare, and gryphon cum as a tongue snaked out of it, constantly licking between her goddess’s legs as if she were dying of dehydration and had found the most delicious drink in existence to finally quench her thirst. “Alright, let’s make this fun, the harder she moans the faster I go.”
“A wonderful idea!” She ground her marehood into the gryphon’s beak. “You heard him, get licking!” The response was immediate as she felt her lips getting attacked vigorously not only by her tongue but by little nibbles and nips from her beak. Rarity was happy to admit that Gabby was a miracle worker when it came to her oral ministrations on another female. Even if she tried to hold back, no amount of effort or will power would be able to stop the moaning mess she was turning into! She pinched her own nipples hard and gave them a little twist, sending a shock of pain she adored through her body, she had always been more sensitive than most the other girls she knew when it came to her breast and nipples. Of course, the Element of Generosity was no selfish lover, and she gave Gabby’s a good twist too, making the gryphon’s beak vibrate against her marehood in blissful surprise. She could tell Gabby was on the edge of an orgasm, but she was kept there on the edge as Rarity fought to control her moans. “Not too bad at all, darling, but you know where that dirty beak needs to fish if you want Spike to finish you off.”
Gabby felt restrained, humiliated, helpless, and so unbelievably horny! To make matters better, Rarity had just made quite the depraved demand. Rarity had lifted herself up a bit allowing Gabby to lean her head further back so that the tip of hear beak was perfectly positioned above the cum soaked star before her. As Spike’s thrusts caused tremors of joy inside her, she began licking the tight little star. Rarity shook a little above her, creating pride in her heart as she brought the mare pleasure. One of the proper lady’s dirtiest secrets was that she craved attention here far more than her marehood, and she adored having her marehood played with. It always made Gabby giggle that she could reduce such a prim and proper woman to blubbering needy slut simply by teasing her back door.
Panting like a bitch in heat was the only way Rarity could think to describe herself as that skilled tongue worked her over like putty in the most talented of sculptor’s hands. Sometimes slow licks dragging from the bottom of her marehood all the way to her dock and then suddenly lapping feverishly like a mad woman over and over at the entrance. Without further warning, not that Rarity had wanted any, she had pushed inside, making the mare moan so loud she wondered if anyone walking outside at her. It was magical and amazing the way her body compulsively shook with each jolt of pleasure. She could feel the way her rough tongue curled inside her, scraping against her walls, penetrating further into her. It was exquisite, it was depraved, and it was driving her over the edge as it acted like a piston going out and leaving just the tip in before pushing it all back in, over and over. It twirled and danced with just as much unpredictable energy as its owner as it assailed her. The dam broke as she buzzed her clit with her magic to experience a truly mind blowing orgasm. Her body pulsed as one, her hips jutting out so her marehood was pushed forward, the sweetest of screams escaping her mouth before her tongue began to loll and her eyes lost focus in the haze, and then like the crack of a whip her marehood shot out a stream of cum, her own and what was left inside of Spike’s, covering Gabby’s chest, breasts, and even stomach, as she started moaning in the most depraved of tones, “Finish her, finish her, finish our little birdy bitch!” Her horn flared as a burst of magic attacked the most sensitive spots on the gryphon’s clit and nipples.
For his part, Spike had kept Gabby perfectly on edge, so torturously close to her orgasm and his that no other cruelty ever sounded so enthralling. Hearing that instruction of finality was just as freeing and it was sweet to his frills. He thrust hard and fast, mercilessly, the way she loved it most, before slamming all the way into her, feeling the entrance to her womb spread around his tip as her other tunnel gripped him almost painfully hard with how far he had invaded. Electricity and endorphins ran through him as his back straightened and he felt himself unloading into her, once again filling her well past the brim. A roar split the night, birds flew from trees, and the populace of Ponyville checked the sky and horizon for threats of invasion or world ending apocalypses (a normal occurrence for the small town) before deciding it must have been the local dragon for some reason or another, a stubbed toe perhaps.
A purple mare with wings and a horn and a yellow mare with beautiful angel like wings who had been having tea at a small café nearby looked in the direction of the boutique the trio currently occupied. “I’m done asking Rarity; I’m placing a sound proofing spell on the top part of the boutique tomorrow! That’s like the fifth time this has happened in two weeks, and that’s him trying to control himself!”
The yellow pegasus looked to the side her face red, “I don’t know; I kind of like it.”
“Fluttershy!”
“I’m sorry… but it’s exciting.”
“I could tell by how rigid your wings are.”
“Eep!”
Back at the boutique, his roar over, he grabbed the back of Rarity’s head and brought her forward roughly but carefully to meet his lips as their tongues wrestled within her mouth.
As for Gabby, she felt the sticky spray of juices cover her upper body and smiled as she heard the testament to her skill leave the unicorn’s mouth, and moments later she received her second reward. This one was a telling of how tight and wonderful her body was for her lover as he pushed against her womb, some women found the experience quite painful but Gabby has always found it wonderful and meaningful, letting her drake into her most sacred of places to defile with his seed, and with such vigor! The sparks and flashes began the moment he penetrated her with his twin dragons, accompanied by the unicorn’s incredible attack on her nipples and clit, and began filling her body so completely; she began screaming into the ass above her when the unbelievably warm essence started shooting into her, filling her womb, canal, and tunnel with his unyielding love. Wave after wave of euphoria slammed against her from the inside filling her core and body with energy as it released it again and again in massive fireworks that slowed into smaller ones. Her legs felt weak, as her body released the last spasms of pleasure beneath them.
Finally breaking from their impromptu make-out session, Rarity and Spike stared into each other’s eyes love, passion, and desire for the other burning behind them. Rarity smiled mischievously at the dragon, “Spikey, Master, Couch, is it my turn now?”
“Of course, Rarity, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; I’ll always want my Rarity time.”
Quite happy with his answer, Rarity’s horn lit up once again, though it was clear it took a little more effort than was normal, and surrounded the entirety of the gryphon. Lifting herself up and, with no warning to Gabby, she began sliding her telekinetically bound lover off of the two dicks, much to the dismayed moaning of said lover. Gabby’s and Rarity’s womanhoods were once again kissing, though it lasted for only a few moments as Rarity turned her body around, Spike moving back to give her room, and placed her legs over the bed, feet on the ground, with her perfect white derriere, complete with dragon-hand shaped spots of pink, up in the air, and her head held up inches from Gabby’s well used and very full entrance. She moved Gabby’s legs to the side, pushing them wide and making her appear to be welcoming the fashionista to enjoy herself. With a shake of her ass, she tempted the dragon throwing him a knowing smile as her hands reached back and spread herself wide for him. “Give me my just desserts, you naughty beast.”
“Not sure I’m the naughty one around here.” He smirked as he swatted her ass, darkening one of the handprints, making her moan.
“You’re right about that.”
Placing his hands through her arms, he grabbed a hold of her hips as he aligned himself. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch of the well prepared but tight mare. The fur was so soft on his claws, and her velvety walls squeezed so enthrallingly that high class hardly began to describe the experience.
“Oh, Spike, that’s the way. Fill your little slut, you big strong dragon. Break this princess, make her yours forever.”
Smoke billowed from his nostrils; his wings flared making him more intimidating. She always knew just want to say to stroke the coals of his depravity. His right claw came off her hip and took hold of her precious mane, pulled it back, and heard the moan of one of his most precious treasures.
Grinding her hips into him she let loose, “Yes, grab my precious mane, use it for your pleasure, fuck me you fantastic beast, you! Stretch my holes! Make me gape like this little gryphon whore!”
“Hey!” Rarity was right though; both her holes were wide open leaking dragon cum.
“I mean it in the best way, darling.” Spike began thrusting quickly into her. “Oh, Goddess’s, yes! Let me make it up to you, and show you what a generous lover I can be.” Without waiting for a response, Rarity removed her hands from her hips, making Spike moan at the tightening it caused, and placed her hands by her mouth. She quickly licked and sucked on fingers sensually while looking Gabby in the eyes and with her head forced back by Spike’s hold. Feeling ready to make her favorite birdy sing, she began tracing her well-manicured nails slowly around the overflowing lips, causing shockwaves of pleasure to assault Gabby. “You make the most delightfully erotic music when you’re like this, so sensitive and filled with dragon cum.” She removed the hand and licked the juices coating it, before diving back in.
Gabby’s head shot back as a finger invaded her, the nail teasingly and gently scratching her over-sensitive walls. Another followed shortly after, twisting inside of her as fingertips moved with precision against her, right to the roughest part of her insides, before sliding to the side of it, barely glancing it, making her want to cry in frustration. “Rarity, don’t be mean!”
“Mean, Moi? I’m just making sure you get the most out of this, like any good lover would; don’t want you spilling too soon, after all. You might miss the best,” her eyes shun deviously as her other hand moved quickly right to the star of her unaware toy, “part!” she punctuated the word by sliding a finger into the gryphons rear. Having quite a bit of experience in the matter, she knew just how to make a girl scream with a little micro-managing, so her single finger began rotating around as if stirring the white filled insides of her sticky gaping rear as her fingers spread apart and moved up and down inside her well used love canal. To put an even finer point on the moaning lust-lost vixen before her, she activated her magic and began pinching and twisting her clit. She had Gabby waiting for the last push, and she loved the control she had to give or take away that final moment of elation. Of course, she herself was not in a much better place, while she had been playing, Spike had begun truly working her over.
Having decided that the perfect accompaniment to the moans of the two angels in front of him would be the percussion stylings of one Spike the Dragon on his favorite instrument, a fine ass, he took his other hand off Rarity’s hips and began laying blows on her perfect behind as he thrusted harder and faster into the mare of his dreams. With one hand pulling her hair and the other creating ripple after ripple on her quickly reddening rear, Spike prepared himself for the final act as he gritted his teeth determined to bring her to orgasm and have those holes squeeze every drop he had left into them.
Gabby felt as if her mind was going to melt, without a doubt Rarity’s fingers were more magic than anything her horn had to offer. The one in her ass had her mixed up so incredibly as the other two tormented her so sweetly, let alone the pain that brought pure pleasure to shoot through her body as her clit was used so aggressively. She could hardly move, but her chest heaved and her back arched again and again, making her tits bounce as she was played by a master. The final note was forced past elated lips as the fingers that had pushed beyond, quickly came back down and rubbed and stroked mercilessly the one spot that promised a grand finale. And it was grand, explosion like ecstasy rocking her body over and over again like cracks of a whip, forcing the fingers from her holes. She screamed Rarity’s name as she sprayed a mix of dragon and gryphon cum all over the mare’s raised chest, giving her the finest of pearl necklaces, and onto her neck, chin, and face, leaving the beautiful mare a complete mess that was sexier than any sight she could remember. Hey body gave out as she slumped against the bed, the sound of Rarity screaming out Spike’s name joining her own yell.
Hotter than magma it coursed through her, forcing his name from her immaculately done purple lips, a pleasure so divine that heavenly was insulting to it. Her fingers slid from their scabbards, moving to the sheet and grabbing on to it for dear life; the splashing of excitement upon her only adding onto the delicious depravity. Her breasts and hard sensitive nipples ground against the bed as her body released every last ounce of energy it had built up into one massive blast of pure unadulterated pleasure. White flashes filled her vision as her ears, face, and neck warmed to magnificent heights. Her walls clamped down on the invaders, unwilling to let them leave as they plunged all the way to her depths and began shooting all of their love into her, filling her to the brim as it stretched her further. In short: Rarity came, hard.
Hilting inside her, pushing through to her womb below and plunging as far in as he could above, Spike growled as he released his seed into her, shoot after shoot stuffing her to the brim and then some. He could feel it tingling up his spine as the electricity shot through him, frying his brain in orgasmic delight. He held tightly to her voluptuous ass cheeks making sure not to slip an inch as he marked her insides as his. His eyes managed to focus on the gryphon crashing down from her bliss, a goofy smile covering her beak, a fine attunement to the slutty and completely erotic face of his unicorn love, her mane still firmly in his claw. As the waterfall of ecstasy crashed back down from his brain to his virilities, he felt the last drops spew from him leaving him a panting mess and painting any part inside her that was not already coated completely in his essence. It was lust and love, feral and divine, and it was everything he had always wanted and more as he let his legs give out. He fell towards the mare still impaled on him, wrapped the arm that had been stretched out holding her mane around her waist and flipped her over on top of him as his back hit the bed, his body next to the gryphons. He gave her a passionate kiss as he wrapped his other arm around the unicorn and moved the one that had been holding her around the gryphon, holding them both against him. “That was… wow.”
He could feel Rarity giggle on his stomach and chest, as well as in his still entrapped twins. “I’ll second that, darling. You two were wonderful.”
“Pft,” Gabby swatted a paw down, “Us? What about you? I mean, one word, amazing.”
Rarity wiggled her way off the still hard pillars of dragon flesh with a long moan and a hiss from her lover to lie beside him, her arms wrapped around him as their love flowed out from her onto the bed. “I’m so full.”
“I guess you could say we got,” sweet laugher, “creamed!”
Spike and Rarity got on their elbows and looked at the gryphon with slight bemusement. Rarity spoke up, “Really?”
“Well, Pinkie would have found it funny.”
From the side of the room a cheerful, bubbly voice spoke up, “Yeah, I found it hilarious! And I brought cream!” All three heads whipped around in surprise, two of them screaming out and falling off the bed as their hearts nearly gave out from the intruder’s sudden appearance. From the inside of a flower pot with a large bush, that Rarity and Spike would later swear up and down had never been there before, had popped out a pink mare with a curly dark pink mane. Of course that was the least noticeable thing about her at the moment. No, it was much more notable that she was completely naked, her massive breasts and thin hips ending at a fluff of wild pink hair the color of her mane between her inner thighs, her legs covered by the bush. Well, maybe not naked, her nipples and marehood were covered in whipped cream, the can still in her hand. She watched in amusement, giggling, at her friends, two falling from their bed, the third licking her lips, before taking a hit off the can and swallowing it, leaving cream on her lips. “So, we’re going to keep this party going, right!?”