> Spike's Enchanted Panties
>  by TheVClaw
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> AKA - SlutSpike's Fun With Portals
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It was an absolutely beautiful day in Ponyville, with the sun shining brightly over the cloudless skies. Down below in the quaint township, the sounds of cheerful excitement and jaunty music could be heard from over a mile away. Usually, the Ponyville Marketplace was full of various stands and vendor booths, with ponies from all around either buying or selling merchandise. But on this particular day, which happened to be an important date for Ponyville’s history, the town square was cleared out to make way for its annual Ponyville Festival Fair.

Even though the event didn’t have any extravagant roller coasters or haunted house attractions, the small novelty rides and stands were more than enough to leave the town in tremendously high spirits. A large ferris wheel was spinning slowly, and was the second-highest structure (compared to the massive Castle of Friendship) standing over Ponyville. There were also a few other attractions, including a petting zoo and some bumper carts, to occupy the younger ponies’ attention. Meanwhile along one of the densely-packed aisles of the fair, there were about a dozen carnival games going on of various skill-sets, and lots of cheap prizes that ponies were trying to win.

But among the happy ponies roaming across the square, there was one peculiar being who was looking equally as content by himself. While Princess Twilight Sparkle was laughing it up with her friends at a water-shooting gallery, her petite little drake of a Royal Advisor was walking through the fair with a smile on his face. Despite being one of the only dragons living among ponies in the nation of Equestria, Spike was just as welcomed in the Ponyville community as Twilight or any of the other Elements of Harmony. Although, considering how many stares he was getting from countless grinning stallions, it seemed that the precocious little dragon had his own means to be chummy with ponies that differed from his friends.

“Hmph~” Spike smirked to himself rather confidently when he saw how many guys were ogling him, which helped him to sway his hips a little more notably with every step he took. Unlike many of the ponies throughout the fair, Spike decided to dress up for the event in his own… promiscuous way. Even though the little dragon still looked rather young for his age, his skimpy getup made it clear that he was just as old and mature as his Element friends. His plump, voluptuous rump was just barely able to be covered by a pair of tight, high-cut denim shorts that hugged every inch of his curvaceous hips. He was also wearing a white crop-topped shirt that was equally as small and form-fitting, with the corny phrase “I’m Here to Have Fun” adorned across his chest in bold black lettering. It may have not been too suggestive to warrant any clothing restrictions from fair staff, but anypony who lived in the township knew exactly what Spike was advertising while wearing it. 

“Hmmmm…” Spike narrowed his eyes as he paused in the middle of the aisle of carnival games, and looked around curiously with his expression skewed. Even though he was having just as fun of a time at the fair as his friends, his voice carried the slightest hint of disappointment when he muttered to himself, “Jeeze, are there any places around here where there aren’t kids everywhere?”

Despite how many guys were clearly checking him out as they trotted past, Spike’s not-so-secret reputation around Ponyville couldn’t exactly be established while attending such a family-friendly venue. Just a few years ago, back when Twilight was still just a unicorn interning under Princess Celestia, Spike ended up being the first between them to undergo a massive life reassessment when he returned from the Dragon Lands’ annual migration. After discovering the joys of casual sex and promiscuity through Garble (as well as a large amount of lust-induced Dragon Greed) back in the Dragon Lands, Spike made sure to implement his legal age to establish himself as more than just Twilight Sparkle’s pudgy little assistant. As soon as he got the OK from Princess Celestia herself -- and the mandated therapist Twilight tried to send him to -- Spike was able to provide a service that none of his friends were willing to do at that time: pleasuring guys around town as Ponyville’s resident cockslut. 

“Ughhhhh…” Unfortunately for the promiscuous drake, Spike could only sigh disheartedly when he realized just how many children were roaming around the fair unattended. Even though he wasn’t going to complain about it, Spike still felt a little miffed about not being able to openly offer his services to any of the stallions checking him out. Sure, he could easily pull an interested pony aside for a quickie out of sight, but the densely-packed venue made such an option sound ridiculously dangerous. Spike may have been a slut, but he wasn’t stupid enough to break any public decency laws in the daytime. But alas, due to his skimpy outfit and swaying hips, the countless eyes that Spike felt upon his body left him feeling a bit dejected.

“Why, hello there, little dragon~”

“Hmm?” Spike’s ears perked up as he glanced over towards the source of that familiar voice. Unfortunately, the turn of his head was instantly followed by a bitter scowl the moment he saw who was trying to catch his attention. Spike’s eyes widened in shock when he saw two identical, pale-yellow stallions seated behind the counter of one of the carnival stands. Even though the twins were clearly working for the fair, they were still donning their blue and white-striped shirts, as well as matching straw hats that covered part of their red and white manes. The stallion on the left had his muzzle skewed with a coy-looking smirk, while his brother on the right had his thick mustache crooked the exact same way.

“Oh.” Spike’s mood instantly dampened when he saw the Flim Flam Brothers, despite how pleased they may have looked to see him. Due to the twins’ past history with the Elements of Harmony (particularly the Apple Family), even their recent efforts for good weren’t enough to keep Spike from narrowing his eyes disapprovingly at them. “What do you guys want?”

The brothers’ heads reeled back with surprised looks, not expecting for Spike to address them in such a flat and uninterested tone. The two glanced back at each other for a moment, before the mustached one turned towards Spike and said, “Wow, that’s quite a sour response. I would’ve expected a more chipper mood from you at a place like this.”

Spike tilted his head at them with his expression unchanged, and was quick to retort with, “Well, considering how many times you guys tried to scam ponies around here, I would’ve expected you two to be run off with pitchforks and torches.”

The twins’ expressions lessened just as much as Spike’s, and they stared at the dragon with downright offended looks. “Oh, really now?” asked Flim -- the clean-shaven stallion -- who eyed Spike with an especially curt stare before adding, “Is that really how you’re going to act when we both literally helped saved your lives from the Legion of Doom?”

Spike rolled his eyes with a brief huff, not able to give much of a response to that truthful fact. Despite how scummy and distrustful the Flim Flam Brothers may have been, the dragon couldn’t deny that they were among the group of unicorns who assisted them in the final battle against the Legion of Doom. However, before either of the twins could start smirking from that retort, Spike raised a brow at the two and said, “Well, it didn’t help that you guys tried to publish that autobiography about yourselves, and falsely claimed that I had sex with you both after that.”

Spike’s glare on the two became stronger while standing with his claws resting at the sides of his thick hips. Meanwhile, Flim and Flam both winced uncomfortably and averted their eyes from the pissed-off dragon. “Uhhhhh…” Flam was the first to try and give a response, even though it was fairly weak when accompanied with a nervous chuckle. “Heh heh heh… W-Well to be fair, Twilight did win that lawsuit against us, remember? I-It’s not like any ponies were able to read that before the publication was revoked.”

Spike narrowed his eyes on them even more, not needing to say a word against that detail. Given how Twilight was crowned as Equestria’s new Ruler less than a week before learning of their upcoming book, it was honestly shocking to think the twins thought they could get away with such a blatant example of libel. And even with Flim’s truthful point about the outcome, which caused the two to go bankrupt and lose their casino in Las Pegasus, Spike didn’t seem too keen on associating himself with either of the stallions. “Whatever,” he muttered with a strong eye-roll. He began to turn away from the twins as he added, “If you excuse me, I’d rather keep enjoying this fair, thank you very much…”

Just as he was about to walk away, he heard Flam speak up with a cheekily-inflected, “Oh, is that so? Because you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself without a little… company~”

Spike paused with a bitter groan, and looked back at the two with a particularly warning glare. He said as bluntly as possible, “Not happening.”

“Psh~” Flim scoffed to the dragon’s remark, and said with a wave of his hoof, “Oh, please! We weren’t going to solicit you ourselves. We’re still on the clock!”

“Besides,” added Flam with an equally honest tone, “we’re not that dense. If anything, we’d be surprised if you did accept any offers from us. We’re completely aware that we’re off-limits, and we fully accept that.”

Spike may have still been annoyed, but he slowly turned around to face them while raising a brow. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely!” Flim raised his hoof in sincerity, and kept his eyes on Spike as he said, “You made your feelings about us very clear after learning of the book, and we’ll admit it was wrong of us to falsify our publication. All we wanted to do was… spice up things a little, which we now know was inappropriate. We should’ve been more respectful, and we’re both sorry.”

That caused Spike’s other brow to rise up in surprise, as he saw both of the twins nodding to that genuine apology. Spike may have carried less trust in them than he did Garble, but the sincerity of Flim’s words prompted him to withhold his bitterness the tiniest bit. “... Well, uhhh…” Spike awkwardly looked away from the two while rubbing his forearm with a claw, and eventually shrugged before saying, “... I wasn’t expecting to hear you guys say that, but… Thank you for that apology. It really means a lot.”

“Hey, it’s no problem at all,” said Flam assuredly with a warmer smile beneath his stache. He then lit up his horn, which carried a distinct green aura that reminded Spike of the radiation from Mane-Iac’s tendrils in his Power Ponies comics. A small gift-wrapped box floated up from behind the counter, and was floated towards Spike while Flam continued to speak. “And to show that we really mean that, we wanted to give you this little apology gift. No strings attached~”

Spike’s eyes narrowed on the two warily, but he only showed the slightest hesitance when he took the box from Flam’s aura. “Ummm… thank you?” he said reluctantly, unsure of how appreciative he should be about receiving a gift from two of Equestria’s most notorious charlatans. Fortunately, as soon as he undid the bright red bow, his face lit up the moment he lifted the lid of the tiny box to see what was inside. “WHOA!!”

Inside the dainty little box was a small, pink pair of lacey panties. Even though there weren’t any printed designs across the silk fabric, Spike appreciated the white frills that went across the outer seams of the garment. Considering how he originally came to this fair without anything under his shorts -- mostly because he was expecting to receive some action at the venue -- he was pleasantly surprised that the twins would think to give him something he could actually use that day. “Oh, wow!” Spike’s smile became more natural as he looked back up at the Flim Flam Brothers appreciatively. “This is actually really thoughtful. Thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” said Flam with a nod, even though his smirk was widening immensely from Spike’s positive response. “But you wanna know something special about those panties?~”

Spike tilted his head with a curious look, and walked up towards the stand with intrigue. He took notice of Flim, who pulled out something else from beneath the counter for Spike to take notice of:  A large piece of canvas cloth with a very dark black hole in the middle of it. As the stallion held up the fabric with both hooves, Flam leaned over towards his brother while saying to Spike, “Hey, do me a favor and turn the panties inside-out for a second~”

Spike was puzzled for a moment, but took a second to look around to make sure no ponies were glancing over at them. When he saw the coast was clear, he shrugged before pulling the panties out of the box. “Ummm… alright then…”

Spike turned the panties inside-out as per Flam’s request, before the stallion retook them to float in his aura. He had the panties hover in front of Spike, with the inside of the rear pointed right at the dragon’s face. Meanwhile, Flim was grinning just as wide as his brother as he held his odd cloth, and kept it in place as Flam reached a hoof out towards it. Much to Spike’s shock, as soon as his hoof touched the unusual black circle, it was revealed that it wasn’t just a patch of dye or ink against the canvas; instead, Flam’s hoof went right through the hole, only to disappear from sight at the other side…

… and to magically reappear coming out from the back of Spike’s gifted panties.

“GAH!!” Spike jolted back with a surprised yelp, not expecting to see such an unusual use of portal magic between two pieces of cloth. “W-What the?!”

“I know, right?~” Flam snickered devilishly while keeping his foreleg elbow-deep inside of the hole, and the end of his hoof gave Spike a friendly wave as it hovered by itself. “Flim and I actually learned how to make small portal spells from Chancellor Neighsay back in Canterlot. It’s still a work-in-progress, but we figured this could be a fun way to use our magic for ‘good’~”

After his brother pulled his foreleg out of the hole, which made his hoof disappear from the floating panties, Flim floated the cloth towards Spike so he could test it himself. Spike was fairly blushed with his wings sticking out notably, but he still reached out to carefully poke the hole with his claw. Instead of feeling any fabric against his digits, Spike’s claw just went right through like nothing was there. And in an instant, the dragon’s purple claw emerged from the rear of his panties to emphasize its authenticity. “Holy crap!” he shouted with a bewildered smile. “This is amazing!”

“You think that’s amazing?~” Flim pulled the cloth back after Spike took his claw out of the hole, which remained completely unharmed from its brief portal usage. Meanwhile, both stallions were grinning more suggestively at Spike when Flim pointed out, “Just think… what do you think would happen if you were to wear those panties around here?~”

Spike’s eyes widened in an instant, his blush practically exploded across his cheeks with a deeper shade of red. He blinked repeatedly as he glanced back at those panties hovering in Flam’s aura, still dangling enticingly in front of Spike’s face. His mouth slowly grew agape as the realization sank in, and the gears in his head began to turn in contemplation. The twins couldn’t help snickering at one another, happy to have grabbed the dragon’s attention so quickly. 

Flam floated the panties back towards Spike, but his brother kept that cloth behind the counter where the dragon couldn’t reach it. “So, here’s what we were thinking,” said Flam with a more contemplative tone of voice. “We were hoping to sell those as ‘Portal Panties’, which would be a novelty item for sex stores. The only thing is, we haven’t gotten the chance to actually test them for… that kind of usage~”

“However,” added Flim with a cheerful smile as he pointed at Spike, “if you’re curious about wearing those panties for the day, and allow us to place this cloth in a discrete location, we can see how effective they are as a… portable Glory-Hole, if you will~”

As the stallion chuckled with matching smirks at each other, Spike was still blushing deeply while holding his gifted panties. He touched the fabric with a claw, but only felt the silk material like no portals were in place. “Hmmm… So, this portal is only one way?”

“Indeed it is,” said Flim with a smile back at Spike. “The real magic is in this cloth. But if you agree to our little experiment, we promise we’ll give you this in addition to the panties. No extra charges or favors.”

“Just think about it!” added Flam more excitedly, clearly wanting to rile Spike up about the prospects. “If this works out, you can say that you were the first owner of one of our greatest innovations to date! And unlike anypony else, you can say that you got them absolutely free~”

“Hmmmmmm…” Spike held his new panties in one claw, while using the other to tap his chin and hum in contemplation. He still didn’t trust the Flim Flam Brothers by any means, but he didn’t sense any dishonesty in either of their claims about such a tempting gift. If the twins actually found a means to invent such an item for this kind of use, Spike could only imagine how much fun he could have with the panties in his possession. However, it didn’t take long for him to look back at Flim while he was holding that portal cloth. “So, how do I know that neither of you would use the cloth if I wore these panties? Because I’m still not sleeping with either of you guys. No offense.”

“None taken,” said Flam with a reassuring shrug. “Besides, we can’t exactly leave this stand until the day is over, so it’s not like we can do that much.”

“And, we already know exactly where to put this,” added Flim while holding his cloth with a smirk. “It’s in a private soundproofed location, while we remain here the entire time. We tell the stallions where to go, while you just have to walk around and wait for the magic to happen~”

Once again, Spike had to glance away from the two with a blush, and looked around the fair to see how densely-populated the place was with ponies. But even among all the cheerful faces enjoying the day, Spike could spot a few curious glances from stallions nearby. The sight of so many leering eyes made the dragon squirm with a bitten lip, and he had to readjust himself while his cutoff shorts felt a little tighter around the crotch. And despite his hesitancy about agreeing to anything the Flim Flam Brothers had to offer, his curiosity won over by the time he turned back at their stand. 

Flam reached a hoof over the counter while grinning from ear to ear. “So… Do we have a deal?~” 

“Well…” Spike took notice of both of the stallions’ leering smirks, and then looked back down at the panties in his claw. He eventually huffed with a coy-looking grin of his own, and looked up at Flam to say, “You know what? I think this could work out~”

Before either of the Flim Flam Brothers could get too excited about their prospects, Spike forewent the hoofshake in preference of something more legible. Since he was still technically on-duty as Twilight’s Royal Advisor, Spike happened to have some parchment and a quill on the ready in the back pocket of his shorts. “Just let me write up a legally-binding agreement first, since I have the full authority to do so~”

The twins’ smiles instantly went away, and were replaced with disappointed scowls while the dragon began to write on the paper. Neither of them said a word, but they both looked like they wanted to mutter “Crap” at the same time. 





“Nnnghhh… Man, these are tight…”

Less than ten minutes after writing up an iron-clad contract, Spike was off at the opposite end of the fair to prepare for his “experiment.” Despite how densely-packed the event may have been, that didn’t mean that Spike wasn’t able to find a private spot to put on his new panties. Since most ponies walked around in the nude anyway, the dragon wasn’t too worried about being caught with his shorts off behind a row of port-o-potties. In less than a minute, Spike was able to pull the pair of petite, pale-pink panties over his voluptuous rump; although, given how thick his scaled cheeks were, Spike couldn’t help letting out a few strained grunts before the frilled waistband clung tightly around his hips. “I swear,” he muttered under his breath, “Flim and Flam could’ve gotten me something less tiny to test out that portal with…”

Meanwhile, back at Flim and Flam’s carnival stand, the twins managed to change the venue quite a bit after their little contract with Spike. They still had their innocent stand up for the kids, which was a simple dart-board full of balloons that they could hit targets with to win prizes. The game itself wasn’t exactly rigged (aside from a little vaseline on all the balloons to make them harder to pop), but that was only so none of the staff could chastise the two for their additional sign on the side. While the family-friendly game went on in the front, none of the innocent ponies seemed to notice a tiny sound-proofed room behind their stand; nor did they see the sign leading stallions towards the back which was labeled, “Ride the Dragon! Five Bits Per Load~”

“Hmph~ I hope those two aren’t overcharging anypony.” Spike finally got his cutoff shorts back on, while the white fringe of his panties stuck out the tiniest bit behind the waistband. Spike huffed with a smirk as he glanced back at himself, happy to see how well the new garment went with the rest of his slutty outfit. He may have not been openly advertising himself, but the knowledge of what was being set up was more than enough to leave him shuddering in anticipation. Even though he wasn’t a huge fan of servicing guys for money (unless it was for charity purposes), Spike was willing to allow Flim and Flam to hold their little “side business” in exchange for them testing out such a tempting use of portal magic; he even feigned from insisting on payment himself, since he was hopeful that the experience alone would be worth it in the end~

Spike eventually came back out from behind the row of port-o-potties, and resumed his trek around the fairgrounds without much direction. Since Twilight Sparkle was still busy spending some much-needed time with their friends, Spike was hopeful that he could get a lot of action without an unexpected summoning from the Princess. And much like before, as soon as he went back to maintaining his cocky strut, Spike smirked from the number of eyes who glossed over his form while he swayed his thick hips back and forth. 

Spike also heard a few curious “Hmms?” here and there, which made his giddy-looking grin widen even more. Along with the corny phrase he had etched across the front of his half-shirt, Spike made sure to write down an additional detail on the back after his deal with the twins: “If you’re interested, please visit Flim and Flam’s stand~”

Admittedly, Spike had no idea how many ponies would actually follow-up on his little advertisement, even with how many guys he could sense sneaking glances at his plump and juicy ass. Given how packed this fair was getting in the middle of the day, Spike couldn’t imagine too many guys trying to get their load off until the sun went down. Not to mention, considering the Flim Flam Brothers’ reputation around Ponyville, Spike was sure that he wasn’t the only one who would want to avoid those scammers as much as possible. Nevertheless, as he continued to walk down the dirt paths with his bare feet, his bottom lip was tightly bitten while he smirked to himself in wait.

Meanwhile back at Flim and Flam’s stand, their first ‘Proper’ customer had just made a purchase at the side of the carnival attraction. While Flim was busy at the front, keeping a family-friendly demeanor and cheering on the kids throwing darts at the wall of balloons, Flam was smirking devilishly beneath his mustache after taking his five bits. “Alrighty then, Mister Rich~” he said with a sly wink, causing the dark-tan stallion to blush a bit and avert his eyes from Flam. “It’s just in the back over there, but be sure to lock the door first~”

Flam shot the older stallion a reassuring smirk, although it did little to ease Filthy’s apprehensive look after nodding silently. Mister Rich quickly trotted towards the back of the stand, where no ponies were able to see him in the middle of his semi-adulterous plans. Much like Flam said, there was a simple door set up behind their stand that Filthy Rich was able to walk right into. And as soon as he locked the door behind him, the stallion was surprised to find a simple setup inside the tiny room: the space was just slightly larger than a half-bathroom, with nothing but a breeding stand set up with the canvas cloth draped over the end. On the back wall, there was a lewd pin-up shot of Spike giving a sultry smirk to the camera, while spreading his cheeks and giving the viewer a prime view of his puckering tailhole.

Filthy Rich shuddered from that pic, remembering when Spike originally sold those magazine spreads for a cancer charity the previous year. Even after jerking off to those pics multiple times, the stallion was pent-up enough to immediately start unsheathing as soon as he entered the room. “Oh, man~” he muttered antsy, undoing the tie around his neck before he went up to the stand. “Ah hope those two weren’t lyin’ about this portal magic stuff…”

Back on the other end of the fairgrounds, Spike had just walked away from the refreshment stand with a large soda in one claw, and a cherry popsicle in the other. The dragon innocently slurped from the straw as he walked towards some empty benches, and was planning to just sit down and enjoy a quick break from walking. Of course, after taking a refreshing swig of his sugary drink, Spike’s smirk widened a bit as he used his reptilian tongue to teasingly coil around his popsicle like a snake’s body. The forked appendage slowly swirled around his phallic-shaped treat, with droplets of the cherry flavoring trickling down and dripping from his open maw. Spike didn’t look around while unsubtly enjoying his popsicle, but he overheard a couple of far-away gasps as he walked (not to mention the sounds of items dropping, which he could only assume was related). 

“Aaaaahhhh…” Spike made sure to stretch with a satisfied sigh the moment he rested himself on an empty bench, with his toes wriggling in approval while his pudgy legs were fully extended. His soda and popsicle were both half-finished, and the dragon was smiling to himself in wait. “I gotta admit, Ponyville really upped their Annual Fair for this yea--NNGHHH!!!”

The dragon instantly tensed up, and his surprised jolt caused his popsicle and soda to fall to the ground. But even with the mess he just made, Spike could only grimace with his eyes as tightly clenched as his teeth. His claws went down to immediately grab the edge of his bench, almost as if the dragon was afraid he was going to shoot out of his seat like a rocket. Of course, given how violently his little wings began to furiously flap against his back, it was likely that Spike had to hold onto his seat to overcome his titillated state.

“Mmmfffff~” Back at Flim and Flam’s stand, Filthy Rich was wincing with a strained look as he tried to begin his session. With his cock fully unsheathed and rock-hard, the older stallion tried his hardest to keep his knees from buckling while mounting the stand. The thick, meaty head of his cock was pressed up tightly against the hole of that cloth, with a good portion of it slipping through like nothing was there. However, given the amount of resistance he was receiving, Filthy had to let out a heavy groan as he began to push his muscular hips against his intended target.

“Aaaaahhhhh!!~” Spike’s back arched inward while he sat by himself on the bench, and he had to bite down on one of his fisted claws to keep from making a scene. Unfortunately, due to how massive that cockhead felt as it went through that portal inside of his panties, the dragon wasn’t sure how well he could hold up while his hole was met with such a strong bout of pressure. Spike may have remembered to lube his hole up prior to this, but his legs were still writhing as they dangled helplessly from the edge of his bench. His toes were curling up tightly, and a heartier moan broke out from around his balled-up fist. “Aaahhhh!~ Ho… H-Hoooolllllly crap…”

Spike’s mouth hung open while his eyes were clenched shut, and he tried to control his breaths as the pressure around his hole grew more intense. Filthy Rich was continuing to push through the other end of that portal, not giving the slut’s hole any mercy while Spike was sitting by himself. If any ponies were nearby to see him on the bench, they likely would’ve assumed that Spike was sitting on something painful from how badly he was grimacing all alone. But if the sounds of his withheld moaning wasn’t enough of a sign of his arousal, the crotch of his cutoff shorts was already beginning to sport a prominent tent from his little cock throbbing in undying approval. 

“NNNGHHHH!! C-Come on, you little bitch~” Filthy Rich knew that he was mostly groaning to himself, and that nopony outside his soundproofed room could hear him speaking. But as his cheeks grew a deeper blush, his breathing grew more rapid in unison with his racing heartbeat. The old stallion was holding tightly to the breeding stand with both hooves, while his cock continued to push in against that portal hole directed towards the slutty dragon. Sure, Filthy might have not known that it was actually Spike on the other end, and could’ve easily been duped by the Flim Flam Brothers into fucking a fleshlight or something; but as he continued to push, and felt that familiar tailhole slowly opening up to wrap around his cockhead, the stallion knew well enough that he was getting the real thing with the help of those portals.  

“MMPHHH!!~” Even with how wildly his wings were fluttering, Spike had to clasp his mouth shut with both claws so he wouldn’t shriek out blissfully in the middle of the fair. But alas, his body was still convulsing like mad the moment he felt Filthy’s cockhead opening up his hole with a hard push, which was followed by a wet pop just beneath his shorts. Since he was seated on a hard surface, Spike had to hope that nopony knew he was getting fucked by a random cock while he was out by himself. But given how badly his legs were writhing, and how hard the bulge in his shorts was pulsating from the throbs of his little cock, the dragon’s blushed face spoke volumes about how well those panties were working out already.

“Nnnnnghhhh…” Filthy Rich shuddered with a satisfied grin the moment he broke through that tight little ring, and he was able to slide his shaft through with a single hard push. Even though he was mounted atop a stationary stand, Filthy could feel how much the slut’s opening was clenching around his girth with every inch he crammed inside. His cock was throbbing intensely the deeper he went, and he had to breathe out in a hoarse shiver to keep himself in focus. “Oh man,” he muttered with a randy grin by the time he got his medial ridge up against the outside of Spike’s hole, “this really does feel like Spike~”

“Nnnnnnffffff… Holy fuck, I think I know who that is…” Spike was barely able to sit on the bench while his back was arched inward so strongly, and his toes were clenching from the intense stretching he was fortunate enough to receive. His shorts may have still been fully on, but it was obvious to tell how aroused he was getting from the dark stain that was growing around his twitching tent. Meanwhile at his backside, the cutoff denim was just thick enough to conceal how much the slut’s little hole was being stretched-out, and how thick Filthy Rich’s cock looked as it protruded from the inside of the panties. Even though the stallion was all the way on the other side of the fair, it seemed that he was able to penetrate the little cock-hungry dragon without much issue. And as for Spike himself, all he could do was grip that bench for dear life as the stallion’s medial ridge went in with a hard, wet pop.

“NNNGHHH!!” Spike’s eyes clenched tightly shut, with tears nearly building up at the corners. As he remained tensed-up and trembled intensely, Spike had to bite his bottom lip while groaning in pleasure. “Mmmmmmghhhh… Y-Yeah, that’s Filthy Rich alright…”

“Y-Yeah, that’s Spike alright~” Filthy Rich was straddling the breeding stand with his barrel resting firmly atop the structure, while his balls were pressed up tightly against the outside of the cloth. He shuddered in elation as he felt those familiar, tight pulsations of Spike’s hole wrapped around his cock as tightly as a vice. He may have not had the pleasure of enjoying the slut’s services as often as other Ponyville regulars (mostly due to his “happy” marriage with Spoiled), but he was sure that even a first-timer would know that it was that slutty dragon manning the other end of the portal. And with every alluring twitch he felt from Spike trying to clench harder around his cock, Filthy was biting his bottom lip just as tightly as the dragon on the other side of the fair. “G-Gat damn I needed this~”

As soon as the stallion began to pull back, with his medial ridge tugging hard against the inside of Spike’s hole, the little dragon was left to writhe intensely on the bench while feeling that cock slipping out. He knew that he didn’t have to get up from his seated position, but his body instinctively squirmed for that portal-traveling cock as it teasingly rubbed up against his sensitive nerves. The titillation was leaving his cheeks tremendously blushed, and his mouth was left hanging by the time he felt Filthy Rich’s cockhead pressing up against the inside of his entrance. 

“Heh~” Filthy may have not been able to see the slut’s face through the portal he was fucking, but he still grew a cocky-looking smirk while his shaft was sticking out from that black hole. “Let’s see how you handle this!~”

With that last highly-inflected word, Filthy Rich gave the breeding stand no mercy as he pounded his hips forward with his muscular legs. Despite how tight Spike may have been, the entirety of his length -- including that thick medial ridge -- plowed straight through to sink into the dragon’s deepest depths. And as the stallion groaned with a tantalized shiver, his eyes clenching tightly from the warm confines of that sweet dragon ass, Filthy had no idea that the bulge from his cockhead was sticking out from Spike’s stomach rather notably on the other side of the fair.

“GNAAAHHHH--Mmmffff!!~” Spike had to bite down hard on his fist to keep from screaming out at full-blast, but his body was tensed-up from the massive cock he felt throbbing hard inside of him. Since his crop-top stopped right at the top of his pudgy stomach, Filthy Rich’s cock could be seen pressing against the inside of his torso as a moving bulge. Spike writhed with a hungry groan while biting one of his claws, and using his other to feel that hot cockhead just beneath his scales. As soon as he felt Filthy’s cock pulsating inside of him, Spike moaned out again and desperately began to rub his crotch. “Nnnnghhhh… H-Holy shit…”

Spike’s eyes may have been blissfully half-lidded, but they still darted back and forth while he rubbed the outside of his shorts to quell his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, his body shuddered when he felt Filthy’s cock protruding back, disappearing through that portal in his panties to make room for another thrust. With the way the little dragon was squirming in his seat, it seemed like something may have been wrong due to how wet his crotch was getting with his precum. Fortunately, despite how overwhelmed he may have appeared in his lust-addled state, Spike didn’t seem to catch any nearby ponies’ eyes in his secluded spot.

Although, he probably perked up a few townsponies’ ears the moment he moaned out from Filthy’s second thrust. “AAAHHHHH!!!~”

“NNNGHHHH!!!~” Filthy was already working up a sweat while cooped up in that tiny room; however, his grin was still as wide as ever the moment he gave another flawless fuckstroke inside of the portal. The tightness of Spike’s cumdump of a hole hugged every inch of the stallion’s shaft, which left his hind-legs quivering as they held up his weight. His balls pressed up tightly against the breeding stand, and Filthy’s head reeled back with a lumbering moan. His cockhead was pulsating hard within the slutty dragon, which could actually be seen from Spike’s end as it protruded out beneath his chest. 

“Hah… hah… hah…” Even though this wasn’t the most intense fucking he’d received right off the bat, Spike was still panting like a bitch in heat while stuffed with Filthy’s cock. Since he was trying to remain incognito, it was proving quite difficult for the slut to appear “innocent” when a thick, meaty cock was skewering him out in the open beneath his clothing. He was grateful he chose to sit down for this experimental session, since he doubted he would be able to walk that easily in tandem with Filthy’s thrusts. Of course, considering how long he was planning to wear those portal-panties, Spike shuddered antsily from the thought of being too wrecked to walk the next day; that issue may have been a problem when he first became a slut, but his new wings made it much easier to continue his duties after a good creaming.

“Nnnnghhhh… Oh, fuck yeah~” Spike’s eyes eventually closed so he can better savor the experience, even though he knew how dangerous it’d be to be standing out in the open in such a state. But given how hard Filthy Rich was ramming that meaty cock of his, it wasn’t like Spike had no reason to be so taken aback on his bench. His back remained arched as he leaned forward in his seat, with the bulge of Filthy’s cockhead still sticking out prominently beneath his crop top. But as soon as that bulge disappeared from sight, and the scaled slut was left quivering from that brief feeling of emptiness inside of him, the only presence of cock that could be seen was from Spike’s leaking crotch. But since he was still outdoors, all that the dragon could do was hold onto the bench in anticipation, leaving his throbbing tent untended for the time being. “Aaaahhh~ Oh Goddess, don’t stop now…”

Spike may have not been whispering for anypony in particular (aside from maybe Filthy on the other end of the portal), but his pleas were quickly answered the moment he felt that cock ramming itself back in. “NNNGHHH!!”

Once again, the slutty dragon’s belly stuck out from the rigid girth of Filthy’s cock; meanwhile, the stallion was groaning elatedly within the tiny confines of his fuck shack, which was thankfully muted from any of the ponies at the front of the stand. Flim and Flam didn’t give any suggestive looks while manning their station, but the two gave each other a satisfied hoof-bump when they felt the back walls shaking a little. 

“Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!! AAHHHH!!~” Before too long, Spike could barely keep himself from cumming in his shorts while Filthy Rich’s thrusts grew more rapid in succession. The burly stallion may have been a bit older than Spike’s usual clientele, but he had more than enough stamina to keep going as he fucked that portal hole relentlessly. With every hard-hitting thrust he gave against the breeding stand, Spike was left in a particularly lustful state while riding every inch of that meaty cock for all it was worth. The slut may have just been sitting down, but the constant motions of Filthy’s cock was leaving his mind a blissful blank due to the constant titillation. Each time the bulge of Filthy’s cockhead came back up from his pudgy belly, a hard throb could be seen from his tenting shorts while the denim grew damper with his pre. 

“Nnnnghhhh!!~” Spike was trembling like mad on his bench, and he had to pry one of his claws off the edge of the bench in a meager attempt to reach into his pocket. “I… I gotta… g-get my… m-my ball-gag…”

“A ball-gag? For what?~”

“NGHHH!!” Spike jolted in a panic, not expecting to hear a stallion’s voice right in front of him. Meanwhile back at Flim and Flam’s stand, their soundproofing spell was just barely enough to conceal the pained groan from Filthy in response to the dragon’s clenching. Of course, despite how badly Spike tried to relax himself while that thick shaft was embedded inside of him, his eyes were as wide as saucers when he gazed up at the pony before him. “Uhhhh… H-Hey, Thunderlane~”

Spike tried to remain “innocent” with a nervous-looking smile, but his body continued to twitch uncontrollably in tandem with Filthy’s pistoning cock. Not to mention, the fact that Spike was still sporting a large tent in his pre-soaked shorts was evident enough of his naughtiness. Because of that, the grey pegasus didn’t even try to hide his amused smirk while narrowing his eyes on him. “Hey there, big guy,” he said with a sultry coo. “Heh~ I gotta admit, the last time I saw a little guy that flustered was when I woke up Rumble from a wet dream~”

Spike tried not to cringe while blushing profusely, and tried to respond with a forced chuckle to avoid the obvious. “Uhhh, heh heh heh! T-That’s funny, dude. I was--MMNGHHH!!~”

Before Spike could try to give some semblance of a response, his head reeled back with another lustful groan as he felt that massive cock spearing into him once more. Thunderlane jolted a little when he saw that bulge in Spike’s torso, and his eyes widened fearfully like he was expecting a chest-burster to rip through. Fortunately, as soon as Filthy’s cock went back inward, and the slutty dragon was left shuddering with his shorts growing wetter, it didn’t take long for Thunderlane’s brows to raise up in surprise. “Whoa!”

“I-It’s a portal!” blurted Spike with his eyes clenched shut, and his teeth struggling not to clench tightly in arousal while speaking. “I… I was testing it, and I… I-I wasn’t wanting anypony to see…”

The pegasus’ eyes widened in surprise, and he glanced over at Spike’s side to make sure there wasn’t any trickery going on beneath his bench. But after seeing nothing but the slut in question, as well as the bulge of Filthy’s cock as he made another thrust into him, Thunderlane grew a more intrigued smile while marveling at Spike. “Oh, wow! Seriously, dude? That’s honestly pretty awesome~”

“Nnnnghhh… Mmmhmm~” Spike may have been wincing from the girth of Filthy’s cock (as well as the awkwardness he felt from conversing with Thunderlane like this), but he was able to nod his head genuinely from that opinion. But alas, since his claws were still clenching the bench as best as he could to stay still, it was clear he was trying to hide his enjoyment from any other ponies who might see him like this. “Aaaahh~ I… I-I figured this would be a good way to… t-to have fun without getting caught…”

Thunderlane may have nodded in response to Spike’s explanation, but a cheeky smirk widened across his muzzle before he replied with, “Well, it’s certainly noticeable to me, Spikey~”

Spike clenched his eyes with a shivering hiss, not wanting to get too tempted if he glanced up at Thunderlane in that moment. However, the moment he was able to reopen his eyes, the blush across the dragon’s cheeks was as profound as the precum matting his crotch. “Nnnff~ W-Well, I… I don’t think I can… g-get away with much more than this~”

“Hmph~” With the way Thunderlane’s grin widened with that scoff, Spiker could only gulp nervously while looking up at him. “Well, that’s a shame,” remarked the stallion before looking back at the main fairgrounds. Spike’s bench may have given him a great vantage point of a lot of the fair attractions, but his spot was also fairly out of the way. And since so many ponies looked to be far-off and out of earshot, Thunderlane wasn’t afraid to say with a shrug, “I was kinda hoping to get a load off, if you know what I mean~”

The pegasus may have not needed to perk his brows for emphasis, but he did it anyway while grinning from ear-to-ear. Despite Spike’s previous claim, he still moaned out weakly in response to that alluring thought. If he wasn’t caught in the middle of such a family-friendly venue, he likely would’ve lunged in to suck Thunderlane’s cock like the cum-hungry slut he was. Nevertheless, even though he knew he should’ve told the stallion no, the constant motions of Filthy Rich’s cock was leaving him too titillated to say much between his heated breaths. “Nnnfff~ B-But I… I-I can’t exactly do that wh… while outdoors…”

“What, and taking a cock through a portal is just fine?~” Thunderlane’s smirk remained while raising a brow alongside his truthful comment. “Besides, you’re a pretty small guy. If I wanted to, I could stand over the bench without anypony seeing you underneath~”

Spike was barely able to think while squirming from those constant thrusts of Filthy’s cock behind his clothing. Nevertheless, his eyes opened the slightest bit to look past the pegasus, and take notice of how far-off the two were from the nearest aisle. Even though there were many ponies in view, Spike could feasibly understand Thunderlane’s point; after all, if the stallion just stood up against the back of the bench, the only part of Spike that could be seen were his bare, writhing feet dangling between his legs. 

Speaking of legs, Spike ended up letting out a brief moan the moment he caught sight of Thunderlane’s thick, growing cock as it emerged from his sheath. The rigid, ebony stallionhood carried a girth only slightly less immense than Filthy Rich’s; however, Thunderlane’s cock was also noticeably longer, and had a plump set of balls that were low-hanging due to the weight. Spike may have had the pleasure of servicing Thunderlane many times before, but he still groaned through his fangs when he saw it growing fully erect. And as his blush deepened, Spike’s moaning breaths were accompanied with his eyes repeatedly darting back and forth.

“Heh~ You’re considering it, aren’cha?~” To prove his point, Thunderlane didn’t wait for a response before walking up closer towards Spike’s bench, and lifting himself up so his forelegs were firmly braced against the back. When the stallion stood up fully over the bench, his muscular backside was facing the fairgrounds while Spike was left hidden underneath. The slutty dragon was still groaning from those constant pumps of Filthy’s cock pummeling his hole, but his eyes were soon locked to that thick cock of Thunderlane’s as it pointed right at his face. Meanwhile, the pony hummed contentedly while reaching one of his hooves down, and giving his cock a teasing stroke to let a bulb of pre seep at the plump head.

“Nnnnffffff… C’mon, you little cumdump,” purred Thunderlane enticingly, knowing how badly Spike was wanting it when he saw trickles of drool from the corners of the dragon’s open maw. “If you suck me off right now, I’ll make sure all my buddies pay you a visit before the sun comes down~”

Spike was already feeling conflicted about doing anything too public, but that alluring promise of more cock was more than enough to make him relent. “Nnnghhh… A-Alright, alright!” Spike had to clench his eyes shut to take a calming breath; unfortunately, that only made him hornier when he caught the ripe, heady musk from Thunderlane’s cock pointed right at his nose. Because of that, the dragon’s legs clenched together while feeling Filthy’s cock throbbing more notably with every thrust. “If… I-If you’re serious about that then… then I’ll suck your cock~”

Thunderlane grinned more confidently, and responded with only a singular push of his hips towards the dragon’s face. “That’s what I was expecting you to say~”

With that, the stallion’s plump cockhead quickly pressed up against Spike’s open lips. The dragon closed his eyes blissfully, and was quick to drag his reptilian tongue across the smooth flesh. Thunderlane’s precum instantly spurted inside of Spike’s mouth, which elicited a heavy shudder while the slut swallowed it down with an audible gulp. Since he wasn’t able to be seen from behind those muscular flanks, Spike began to desperately knead at his tenting crotch while wrapping his lips around the pegasus’ girth. His claw was quickly coated with the precum that was soaking through the denim of his shorts, while his other claw went to rub at his belly to feel Filthy Rich getting close.

“Aaahhhh!!~” Back behind Flim and Flam’s attraction, Filthy was blushing heavily while his eyes were clenched shut, and his hips continued to rock back and forth against that stand. His cock was throbbing badly each time he thrusted into that hole in the cloth, and his balls were riding up immensely with every rocking motion he gave. And as his breathing began to grow weaker and more rapid, the last thing that he could say to himself was in a brief mutter. “J-Jeeze, this ain’t too bad for five bits…”

Before anything else could be said, Filthy Rich gasped as he felt himself reaching his peak. His hips pounded hard against that breeding stand, and he sunk his cock as deeply as he could inside of that little fuck hole. His head reeled back as he bellowed out a hearty moan within his confined space, and shuddered intensely each time his cock throbbed and sent his nerves tingling like crazy. “GnnnnnaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!~”

“MMMMMPHHHHH!!!~” Since Spike’s mouth was promptly stuffed with Thunderlane’s thick cock, his blissful moan of elation was muffled fairly well underneath the pegasus. The dragon’s eyes were clenched tightly shut, but he was able to keep his mouth wide-open to let that meaty shaft slip further into his hungry maw. Of course, as soon as he felt that gushing torrent of hot, gooey cum shooting inside of him, plastering his insides with spurt after spurt of Filthy’s load, Spike’s body was locked frozen while convulsing wildly. His gut quickly began to swell out, with the bulge from Filthy’s cockhead slowly disappearing from sight as his cum flooded the slut from within. But even with how much Spike was shuddering with his toes tightly curled-up, he still moaned around the girth of Thunderlane’s cock while slathering his tongue wherever his lips couldn’t reach. 

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Thunderlane’s head reeled back while belting out a moan of his own; fortunately for both himself and Spike, the stallion was smart enough to bite one of his hooves to keep from being overheard. His hind-legs quivered from feeling how tightly the slut’s soft, pillowy lips wrapped around his shaft with every inch he pushed in. Even without looking down to see the globs of white seeping through the denim of Spike’s shorts, Thunderlane could tell from the shivering motions of that mouth that the dragon may have came alongside whomever was inside of him. But despite how weakly Spike whimpered in post-orgasmic pleasure, he was diligent enough to start pushing his head further down Thunderlane’s length. “Mnnnghh~ Oh, fuck this is good…”

Thunderlane couldn’t exactly start thrusting his hips out in the open, or else ponies from the fairground would question why a stallion was thrusting against the seemingly empty bench by himself. Luckily for the pent-up pegasus, Spike wasn’t too overwhelmed from that first cumshot to stop his cocksucking. In fact, as soon as he was able to recollect himself, a stronger groan escaped from around Thunderlane’s girth when Spike felt himself emptying out. Filthy Rich’s cock slipped out of him with a singular motion, and left the slut quivering by the time it disappeared through the portal in his panties. He may have been loose enough to start leaking profusely in his shorts from both ends, but he continued to suck that meaty cock in front of him like nothing was amiss.

“Aaahhhh!~” Thunderlane lumbered down over the drake while both of his hooves were tightly perched atop the bench. Spike had only just begun his fellacio, but he could already feel the stallion’s shaft throbbing notably between his lips. A deeply-muffled moan came out of his stuffed mouth, before he brought up one of his claws to start vigorously stroking Thunderlane near the base. The added titillation only made the pony’s legs writhe even more, and one of his hooves gripped the back of Spike’s head to keep him in place. “Nnnnfff~ Yeah, get in there…”

Thunderlane was panting heavily with his cheeks fully blushed, and his teeth gritting each time he felt the slut’s lips sliding up and down his length. His hoof helped to move Spike’s head back and forth, eliciting muffled gurgles when his cockhead slipped into that tight little throat. But despite how thick the bulge of Thunderlane’s cock may have looked while sticking out of Spike’s gullet, it was nothing compared to the one that quickly emerged from the dragon’s swollen torso.

“MMMMPHHHHH!!!~”

Spike was taken completely by surprise as he felt another cock quickly slipping in through the portal in his panties, taking advantage of his loosened hole to give him another filling. Spike spasmed uncontrollably in response to that surprise penetration, but his lips continued to slobber all over Thunderlane’s cock to keep the shaft throbbing. His eyes clenched tightly shut as he tried to ignore the searing pain, not expecting for that second cock to be so scarily thick while stretching out his tailhole. But considering how overwhelmed he was feeling from his public spitroasting, Spike couldn’t have minded less as his eyes rolled back in half-lidded bliss. 

“Oh, Goddess!” Thunderlane was already getting close, and he used his hoof to pump Spike’s head more rapidly up and down his length. The slutty dragon’s face was being used like this stallion’s fleshlight, but the forceful manner only made his cock erect again within the confines of his ruined shorts. Not to mention, as soon as he felt that massive cock inside of him pulling out, just to plunge back in to bulge out his stomach again, Spike’s response to such an intense double-dicking was to stroke Thunderlane even faster in completion. “Mmmmm!!~ S-Spike! I’m… I-I’m gonna…”

Since he was expecting nothing more than a quick bout of relief in such a public setting, Thunderlane wasn’t disappointed in the slightest bit when he quickly came to fruition. The stallion’s teeth gritted tightly, and he pulled Spike’s head in as far as he could go while his cock throbbed deep down the slut’s throat. Spike’s entire body was spasming, mostly due to feeling two massive cocks filling his orifices to their limits to sate his cravings. But while the unknown cock inside of him continued to piston in and out of his poor little cumdump of a hole, Spike’s eyelids fluttered in pleasure as he felt those distinct churning pulsations of Thunderlane’s cock inside of his mouth. 

“GAH!!~” Thunderlane’s body was tingling intensely with every throb he felt from his cock, which sent heavy ropes of his cum straight down to Spike’s already swollen stomach. Even though the thick bulge from that other cock was still appearing each time it sank inside, causing the slut’s body to tense up with an elated shiver, Spike’s belly was still looking notably stuffed each time it slipped back out. Even though Spike was a guy, he almost looked pregnant by the time Thunderlane finished cumming, and his cock was able to slip out of that cum-slathered mouth with the shaft glistening brightly.

“Nnnnghhh~” Thunderlane shivered in delight, but remained standing atop the bench while Spike continued to get fucked. He had no idea who was manning that portal from the other side of Spike’s panties, but his brows were raised in surprise when he saw how obvious that cockhead looked with every thrust. Spike was back to moaning out freely with his mouth unstuffed, but his spent state left any amorous noises to be too weak for anypony but Thunderlane to hear. Of course, as soon as he glanced down and saw how pleasured Spike was looking (even with a thin sheen of cum coating the inside of his open mouth, and strings connecting his parted lips), Thunderlane huffed with a satisfied smirk on his muzzle. “Jeez, that was friggin’ nuts! Thanks, dude~”

“N… N-No problem…” Spike could barely keep his eyes open, and merely laid on the bench while his shorts were drenched in cum. That cock bulge continued to push out from the inside of his stomach, but it wasn’t obvious enough to keep Thunderlane from hopping off the bench. As soon as all four hooves were back on the ground, the stallion grinned when he saw how bloated with cum the dragon had gotten already. But even with how overwhelmed he may have looked, Spike tried his hardest to shoot Thunderlane an eager grin when he said, “B… B-Be sure to tell your friends… T-To visit Flim and Flam’s stand…”

“Good to know,” said Thunderlane with a thankful nod. Before he could make his leave, the stallion was gracious enough to lean down and kiss Spike on the forehead. “Thanks again for helping me out~”

Spike smiled weakly up at the pegasus, but didn’t say anything before Thunderlane walked away from the bench. The slut was left back by himself, with nothing but that monstrous cock inside of him to keep him company. Even though he wasn’t going to complain about such an arrangement, Spike couldn’t stop gripping his bench as he got rock-hard in his shorts again. “Nnnnghhh!! W-Who in Tartatus is using that thing?!”





Back at Flim and Flam’s carnival stand, most of the innocent ponies at the front weren’t able to see the growing line of stallions at the back. Flam was continuing to receive pre-payments, and was grinning from ear-to-ear while holding his increasingly large bag of bits. Flim was keeping a cheerful smile as he tended to the ponies playing their carnival game, but he was clearly looking as excited as his twin brother. 

Outside the doorway to their little soundproofed room, there were already five stallions waiting in a small line. Even though most of their hooves were fidgeting antsily, with a couple of them already unsheathing between their legs, none of them were too impatient to try and knock on the door. Although, that was less to do with politeness, and more to do with the hard rattling noises that came from the door every time the pony inside thrusted. 

“AAAHHHH!!~” Meanwhile inside of the little cubby, a very unexpected client was receiving her first proper taste of Spike’s slutty dragon ass. Even though trickles of Filthy Rich’s cum were coating the cloth after his usage, it didn’t seem like Celestia minded the additional lubrication by any means. Of course, considering how the Alicorn was sporting a huge, two-foot cock with a girth equivalent to a rolling pin, it was likely that she needed all the assistance she could get. “Nnnnghhh!! Oh, YES!!~”

Spike may have no idea that the cock being shoved inside of him belonged to a mare, let alone a futanari Alicorn who used to be Equestria’s co-ruler. But with every hard-hitting thrust she gave into him, all he could do was cling for dear life and hope that he could get another creamy filling like before. Meanwhile, Celestia was already breaking a sweat, and wiped her brow with a foreleg before saying under her breath, “Oh, goodness I’m glad I’m finally able to feel him after retiring~”


The End