Twilight Sparkle
Chapter 1
The dream started innocently, as they always did. Spike was hanging out with the Mane 6 and the rest of their friends. A picnic at the top of a large grassy hill, with a perfect view of Ponyville sprawling beneath them.
Rainbow Dash had chased away just the right amount of clouds to make the perfect weather. Apple Jack had made them all a delicious apple feast, even going so far as to make Spike a special treat with green gemstones baked in. Fluttershy had gathered up the local birds and gotten them to sing for the group in the background, their soft melodies carrying on the gentle breeze. Derpy and Pinkie Pie jaunted around the hill, doing whatever first came to their heads at any given moment. The other three Princesses had joined them as well; Celestia and Luna off to themself, giggling at some private joke, Cadence and Twilight were sharing an apple pie and reminiscing on the past together.
Everyone was laughing and playing and having a wonderful time of it. Even Rarity seemed more receptive to Spike’s flirting, if he was reading her body language correctly! An idyllic moment.
And then something changed. Whether it was a change in the world or a change in Spike himself, he couldn’t say. But what had seemed so innocent a gathering now seemed to Spike the most sordid buffet of treats he’d ever seen, and he didn’t mean the apples or the gemstones.
Ponies he had only ever seen as platonic friends were now simply mares, and ones ripe for mating at that. The glimpse he would get of Fluttershy’s pussy when the breeze blew her tail out of the way. The hypnotic jiggle of Pinkie Pie and Derpy’s voluptuous haunches as they ran. The way Rarity would run her lips along her mouth when she thought nobody was looking, making his imagination run wild one what else that tongue could do. The oh so enticing waft of tangy pheromones emanating from the mares tickled his nostrils.
He was breathing heavily, his slit eye pupils dilated until the black threatened to swallow the emerald green. He tried to swallow, but found his throat was giving the Bone Dry Desert a run for its money. Rarity noticed the change in his demeanor - granted, it wasn’t subtle. The change had come about mid sentence.
“Spike, whatever is the matter?”
Doing everything he could to keep his composure, Spike did his best to give her his usual easy grin. “Uh, n-nothing’s the matter! What makes you ask?”
Rarity didn’t say anything, instead simply flicking her beautiful eyes down a few times. Spike followed her gaze and found that, somehow without him noticing, his cock and balls had come out of their sheath - all 9 inches of dragon cock throbbing hard, a single bead of precum welling up from its purplish tip. Practically jumping into the air with shock, Spike desperately tried to cover it up, the slightest of blushes coming through against his violet scales.
“O-oh, I’m so sorry! Please don’t look!”
Rarity didn’t listen. She stared at his draconic cock with lust so blatant anypony could tell what she was feeling. And it wasn’t just Rarity. Everypony at the picnic had stopped what they were doing to stare, drinking in the sight of Spike’s masculinity with unabashed desire.
“Breed us, Spike,” Luna all but purred as she sauntered around him, full hips deliberately swaying, ethereal tail tracing across his scales ever so lightly, her voice thick and sweet as honey.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard the Princess, Spike.” Twilight’s voice, so earnest and nerdy, sounded out of place in a situation like this. Spike would be lying if he said that didn’t make it even sexier. “We need you Spike, we need a big strong dragon like you to put us in our place.”
Even ponies that weren’t at the picnic were here now, sauntering and eying Spike’s scaly body. Soarin bit his lip, long cock fully unsheathed. Next to him, the younger colt Rumble was the same, his much smaller penis exposed to the elements for potentially the first time. Next to Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo was shaking her small rump in anticipation, though Spike wasn’t sure how she expected to take a cock that’s practically the size of her entire body. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell were grouped together, whispering into each other’s ears, occasionally breaking into giggles, all the while keeping their eyes locked on his hard member.
Even non-ponies had appeared, and one and all they showed the same interest. Hippogriffs and griffons, changelings and zebras, even dragonesses, yaks and, to Spike’s shock, other bipeds - a particularly suave looking cat gave him a wink as he adjusted his hair.
The ponies lined up in front of him and, perfectly in sync as though they’d been practicing for weeks, turned away from him and lifted their tails high. All around him, Spike was treated to the view of the bodies of all of the sexiest ponies in Ponyville; Their breasts, usually hidden from the view of other ponies, dangling between their hindlegs; some so small they were practically nonexistent, some so massive Spike had to wonder how they even walked. Their horse pussies glistening with arousal that dripped down and beaded off their engorged clits, precum dripping from the tip of their flared cocks, their puffy pony assholes winking at him, all surrounded by butts of every size, shape and colour. The most erotic rainbow in Equestria.
He tried his best to avert his eyes, to remember that these were his friends. Heroic ponies, boisterous colts, innocent fillies, all with their own personalities and hopes and dreams. And all he could see them as was meat, soft fuckmeat for him to ram his cock into. He desperately tried to maintain his control, squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop the erotic visual onslaught.
But they knew better.
“Give us your hatchlings, your foals~”
“Fill us with your strong dragon cum, Spike~”
“We’re your cumdump mares, this is what we were made for, Spike~”
Coos and entreaties and pleas, surrounding Spike, charging his body with an electric purpose and need he couldn’t deny even if he wanted to.
He really, really didn’t want to.
He walked up and down the line, trailing his clawed hand along the haunches of every cumslut in the line. Over the firm, well toned asses of stallions, the soft, spankable asses of mares, the petite, alluring curves of colts and fillies alike. His scaly claw trailed through downy feathers, long silky fur, short smooth hair, even scales so much like his own, before finally pausing on one.
Spike squeezed his hand down on Apple Bloom’s mellow yellow rump, biting his lip with his fangs at how incredibly wrong this was. But it felt so, so right. Looking closer, he saw there was a trace of brown still smudging her ponut anus, but for some reason, it didn’t revulse him like he would have expected. On the contrary, he was salivating, thinking about seeing if her ass tasted as good as her name would suggest. Apparently knowing what he was thinking, the little filly looked back at him and winked.
“You know you want a taste~”
His face was inches from her nectar when he had to stop himself. This wasn’t right. Not in a moral sense, he couldn’t care less about anything like that now. No, he knew deep down there was only one pony he could have for his first time.
Rarity held her head high, an air of superiority radiating off of her so intensely you could choke on it. And who could blame her? She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Spike would pick her as his first mate. She was the prettiest pony in Ponyville; a gorgeous face, lustrous purple mane and a figure to die for; her ass was toned and firm, but still big and soft enough to so slightly bounce and jiggle with every step.
So much better than the obscenely huge and round hindquarter’s Pinky Pie was flaunting, or to an even worse extent Mrs. Cake. So much better than the lean, tight rumps Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack. So much better than the small pert asses of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, still too young and small to even have any bounce to their butts. And the stallions and colts? Rarity snorted. Not even worth the comparison.
Rarity bit her lip as she prepared herself, ready and oh so eager to feel Spike’s dragon cock plunder her virgin pony pussy.
Spike passed her by without even a grope of her rump, not even giving her a second glance.
For him, there could only be one choice, really. The pony he had spent the most time with by far, the one who first made him feel this burning desire, with her plush, curvy ass and her nerdy thick rimmed glasses that somehow only served to enhance her sex appeal. She was his! She always had been, even if neither of them had known until now.
Twilight Sparkle is mine!
He put a hand on her lilac coloured flank for the first time and marveled at how soft it was. It was as soft as a pillow!
It…..it……
Spike opened his eyes.
It was a pillow, ragged with claw marks and lightly singed.
Burning with frustration, he tossed the well used cushion onto the library floor. That was the 3rd one he’d gone through in as many weeks. He felt like spitting fire, but held back for fear of sending Celestia random objects in the middle of the night. Hopping down from his bed, he paced the length of the room. He didn’t have to worry about waking Twilight up - that pony could sleep through just about anything.
Spike bit down on his nails as he paced, both as a nervous tic and to even slightly sate his draconic urge to clamp his fangs down on something. He’d been having this same kind of dream every night for weeks. The details would change, but the most important aspect was constant - him almost getting to breed the sexy ponies in his life, but ending just before he was actually able to do the deed.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he was going insane! Every night being tormented by those lewd dreams - dreams where it seemed like he was getting everything he could ever want - power, prestige, pregnant ponies! What more could a young dragon desire - only for it to get ripped away all over again with the dawn of Celestia’s golden sun.
He stalked into the Twilight’s library. There was more accumulated knowledge in this one grand room than in all the rest of Ponyville combined. If there was an answer to be found on what was happening to him, it was here, hidden away in the endless expanse of paper and leather and ink.
He tore into them, pouring into one tome after another, tossing them haphazardly on the floor the moment he realized there were no answers to be found inside. Some small part of him screamed, knew just how livid the bookworm of a mare would be when she saw what he was doing to her collection.
Spike didn’t care. She could scream at him all she liked. He knew, deep within his flame-kissed bones, that this was more important. No, more than that. There could be nothing more important than unveiling the reasons behind this torment.
And then, in a small volume all but hidden away in the back, with yellowed paper and age-worn leather, he found it. A book all about the biology, psychology and physiology of dragons and dragonesses. Spike’s eyes darted back and forth so fast it was a wonder he didn’t get optical whiplash, devouring, finally satiating a painful hunger no amount of gems could touch. The deep hunger to know who he is. Not just as a man, but as a dragon.
The truth made the fire inside him blaze, from a matchstick to a blazing bonfire of purpose and desire. He smiled, a wicked thing of fangs and desire and pride, and tore off towards the laboratory. He had work to do, and Ponies to do too.
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Spike watched as Twilight Sparkle slowly opened her eyes, blinking the torpor from them, eyelids heavy as steel shutters. An increase in lethargy was an unfortunate side effect of the concoction, but that was a drop in the ocean compared to the benefits.
“Morning, Twilight!” he chimed, as chipper and light hearted as if this were any other day. As if he wasn’t looking at the most beautiful thing he’d ever done.
“Mmff Sfijke,” she tried to respond, then frowned in confusion. She tried again, and then her addled brain finally caught up to her circumstances. She couldn’t respond because there was a large ring gag in her mouth, forcing her muzzle open. Droplets of saliva she couldn’t contain fell onto her face, because she was also laying on her back, head over the edge of her bed.
“Ah, there you go,” Spike teased, his voice taking on a dark flavour the purple pony had never heard from him before. But it wasn’t evil, a desire to inflict pain or suffering that she’d heard in the timber of so many of the villains her and the girls had fought. It was something even more primordial. Sheer, unfiltered desire. Spike reached out and cupped the side of her face, running his smooth scales along her fur, and moved to her eye level.
“You look so beautiful like this.” Despite everything, Twilight still found herself surprised at how genuine he sounded. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize what we both wanted. I promise, we’ll more than make up for lost time.”
Twilight shouted a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Spike just responded with his easy laughter and stood up and slowly paced around her, admiring his handiwork and all that it had given him. “I know, you want to know what’s happening. Ok ok, I’ll fill you in, even though we both know, deep down, this is what you’ve always wanted.”
Spike trailed his hand along the side of her body, admiring the slight soft chub that filled out her frame. She was laid out on her back, wings spread out to either side of her, four legs tied together and from there to the ceiling, effectively hogtying the Mare. Twilight tried to squirm, but she couldn’t even manage that. Anything more than the slightest of twitches and automatic bodily functions like blinking and breathing were beyond her ability right now. Yet somehow, Spike still noticed the attempt.
“Ah yea, I wouldn’t bother trying. One of the main effects of the potion I drugged you with last night. Stops you from being able to move pretty much at all. And that’s not all it does! But well, I won’t spoil the surprise on that one. You’ll find out what that is soon enough. Took me 3 whole days to brew it, but Celestiadamn if it wasn’t worth it.”
He moved around to the centerpiece of it all: her glorious hindquarters. All magics and glammers had been turned off, not that Spike hadn’t always been able to see through them anyway. The illusions hiding away their naughty privates and their full, soft tits only worked on other ponies. It had never occurred to them that other species would be interested in their bodies.
But oh, how wrong they were.
Twilight’s legs were spread far apart and her tail tied to her back. There could be absolutely no obstructions. No, Spike wanted to view his property properly. He smirked as he realized what he’d called her and started exploring her body with his hands. Her nerdy lifestyle showed it’s results here: her ass was huge and round, so perfectly chubby and soft, so big it almost hid her puffy pony holes between her cheeks.
Almost, but not quite. The vertical slit of her pussy radiated heat, her huge clit already exposed to the air, musky pheromones making Spike subconsciously growl. Below, her fat ponut winked at him, fat and enticing and inviting. Above them all, her massive tits. Double D’s at least, dark purple nipples hard enough to cut glass. Spike sunk his fingers into them, biting his lip at finally being able to touch them after all the years of temptation. His fingers circled around her nipples, smooth scales stimulating them like she’d never felt, and just like that Twilight discovered the 2nd effect of the potion.
Her body involuntarily arched as jolts of pleasure hit her like lightning. She’d never felt anything so intense from just her nipples, not even when Moondancer had sucked on them when they’d experimented as fillies. But at the same time, it was so violating, having Spike see her like this. She had to stop this now, before it went any further.
Her horn glowed. Whether she planned to teleport away, untie the ropes binding her or even to strike Spike down, he never found out. He didn’t even look worried as the Princess of Friendship herself readied for combat - he simply kept groping her royal tits, entranced with the way they jiggled this way and that.
With a sound like cracking ice, her spell shattered, tatters of violet aura drifting through the air like dandelion seeds.
“Mmmf?”
“Oh Twilight, Twilight, Twilight,” Spike chided, finally letting her manhandled breasts go. “Did you really think I wouldn’t have accounted for your magic? Give your master a bit more credit, I’m almost insulted.”
Twilight’s eyes bugged out of her head at the word master, her futile squirming increasing in fervor.
“I’ll let you off with a light punishment this time, since it’s your first offence. I won’t have my mate saying I’m not fair after all.”
Winding back, he slapped down hard on Twilight’s plush ass cheek. Twilight grunted, in shock almost as much as in pain. Spike watched with delight at the way her fat ass jiggled and rippled from the spank.
“What do you say, Twi? 5 spanks sound right for a light punishment?”
“Mmm! Mmm mmm!”
“No no, you’re right. 10 is more fitting. I can always count on you!”
Spank after spank reverberated throughout the room, pairing with Twilight’s embarrassed, pained moans made for a symphony so sweet Spike was certain even Fluttershy and Vinyl Scratch would be jealous. We’ll see soon enough when they make it themself, Spike supposed, but one thing at a time. Right now, he had the broodmare of his dreams in front of him, and he was going to savour every last moment with her.
When he was finally done he could feel the heat radiating from her abused cheeks, just the slightest tinge of reddened skin peering through her purple hair. Spike ran a thumb along her slit, collecting the beads of grool dripping from Twilight’s cunt, then went back around to her face and held it up to her.
“You act like you don’t like it, but your body knows the truth. I’m only sorry it took us so long to see it: you need to be bred like the slutty mare you are. You need a strong dragon to take the reins, both figuratively and literally, and pump you full of little foals like the worthless broodmare cumdump you are. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Twilight tried to shake her head as much as she could, only managing to move enough to slightly swish her mane around. Spike chuckled and cupped her face in both hands.
“We’ll see how long you can keep that attitude up, my slave.” Spike pressed his lips to hers, one-sidedly kissing her. She tasted of lavender and calm evenings and sweet tea. Spike darted his long forked tongue inside her defenceless muzzle, trailing along her broad tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth; everywhere he could reach, he tasted.
By the time he finally pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths before finally snapping, Twilight was more flustered than she’d ever been. She knew it was because of the drug, but even the mere act of kissing had given her such a sexual rush. Shame and anticipation filled her in equal measures as the young dragon circled back around to her hindquarters and, upon seeing just how wet she’d gotten, gave her a leering predatory smirk.
She kept up what little amount of struggle she could, but there was a part of her that wondered. If just kissing and fondling felt that good, just how good would it feel for him to fuck her pussy? She’d never had a real one before, and even with the fake ones she sometimes played with she knew there was something fundamentally missing. Her breath caught when she felt the head of Spike’s cock trace along her slit, always threatening to dip further in without actually pushing inside.
Then the hot tip disappeared from her pussy, only to reappear a second later, prodding at the entrance of her fat, virgin asshole. Her efforts at protest redoubled, panic seizing her heart in icy fingers. With her pussy she’d at least practised with toys and tongues. She’d never played with her donut even once. The very thought repulsed her. That was where shit comes from, it’s not for sex!
Futilely she tried to gesture, begging her captor with what limited body language she had for him to only claim her pussy. That would at least be preferable to him raping her virgin ass! Spike, ever perceptive, pinched her nipples hard, making her quake with mixed pain and bliss.
“Don’t be silly. You haven’t earned that yet. See, a true broodmare begs to be bred because she knows that’s what she was made to do, her only purpose in life. Not out of fear, or as an alternative. But don’t you worry. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be renouncing Friendship itself if it means you can feel this dragon cock stretch and fill your worthless mare cunt. As is now, you’re not even a broodmare, you’re just my pony fucktoy.”
Spike grabbed her firmly by her hips and braced his own, his small wings flapping doubletime to keep him level.
“And fucktoys don’t get lube.”
Spike rammed his cock against her virgin ponut with all his draconic strength - her tight hole only able to put up the most feeble resistance before his fat head popped inside, followed swiftly by inch after inch after inch of hard fat cock. The scream that tore from Twilight's throat was so guttural and so true it was a wonder it didn't wake half of Ponyville.
Spike paused for a moment, his cock a good two thirds of the way inside. Not out of any actual fear that any ponies might have had her, of course; he had set up a sound cancelling barrier around the room and quadruple checked it before he`d even woken his sexy plaything up. No, it was because he wanted to truly savour every last second of this part.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed the last few inches of his cock inside, biting down on his lip as he felt her tight, hot asshole walls forcibly stretched apart around his cock. Twilight`s scream changed in nature, from a high pitched shriek to a low, deep groan, her eyes rolling back as she felt it bury deeper and deeper inside her, stretching out places and hitting spots she never even knew that she had.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to both of them for very different reasons, Spike bottomed out; his fat, almost melon sized balls slapping lightly agaiinst her fat cheeks with a hefty slap. Both stayed still, filling the library with a silence interrupted only by their panting, one ragged with anticipation, one with exertion.
Intentionally or otherwise, Spike waited until just before Twilight had managed to somewhat acclimate to the sensation of being so thoroughly filled up to start moving again.
Much to Twi`s chagrin, Spike seemed to have had his fill of taking it slowly. Claws digging into her hips to the point he almost drew blood, Spike started thrusting as fast as he could, and that small body had a deceptive amount of explosive strength.
Were it not for the ring gag, Twillight`s muzzle would have still been open wide, a silent scream working her throat even when her vocal chords failed her.
It was painful. Beyond that, it was agony like she`d never felt before. None of the foes her and the Mane 6 had fought had ever made her feel this way: Spike had outdone them all. It was an assault on every metric; physically it was unbearable, his cock tearing her protesting anus muscles, raping her at almost blurring speeds, working her poor defenceless asshole raw; emotionally it was almost worse.
Twilight was absolutely opposed to anal in all forms. It was disgusting, sickening, wrong! The butt was for pooping, not for sex! Anal sex was dirty, and painful, and pointless on top of all that! And what made it so much worse was that it was Spike doing it to her. Her oldest friend, her truest companion who`d stuck with her through thick and thin, who`d been with her even before she came to Ponyville. He was the one violating her so intensely. It was his cock tearing through her asshole like a hot iron, his claws so desperately clenching into her hips, his fangs bared when he gave her that feral smile, not a trace of remorse to be found.
But worse than both of those was….
Was…..
Was just how fucking good it felt! Every lance of searing pain was harmonized with a deep, unmatched pleasure the likes of which she couldn't even have imagined before. She couldn’t even moan properly; her vocal chords working fruitlessly, an endless silent exultation of pleasure and pain.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily depending on how you viewed it, it did not last especially long. Burying himself as deep as he could, Spike unloaded inside Twilight's ass, a torrent of hot draconic cum flooding deep inside her bowels. Her eyes rolled back, heat filling her deep inside. Even a feather's touch against on her needy clitoris would have had her body wracked by an all encompassing orgasm, but no. Spike was very careful to avoid even that much.
Taking only a second to regroup, Spike pulled out of Twi's ponut with a meaty sucking sound, he chuckled in an almost manic, barely restrained manner, barely audible over the wet, sloppy farting Twilight's now gaping puffy hole was inadvertently making.
"Fuck that was good, I knew you'd be an amazing fuckmare Twi, I just knew you would! But now look what you've done," he taunted, moving around so his fat dragon cock was right in front of her face. "You've gone and made a mess."
Spike's cock, still hard and twitching before Twilight's muzzle, was coated tip to base in cum, and twilight's ass juices and, to the pony's trepidation as well as, to her surprise, shame, the brown smears of her own shit.
"You're gonna be a good broodmare and clean up your mess, won't you?"
Twilight vehemently shook her head. Normal sucking wouldn't be so bad, or at least less violating than what he'd already done to her, but putting something that filthy in her mouth? She could never! Spike sighed and, with a firm open hand, slapped her across the face. Twi could only blink, the shock overpowering whatever pain there would be. The pain came from the second and third slaps, each harder than the last, until she squealed from the pain.
Spike hovered even closer to her face, tip pressing up against her snoot, smearing her face and flooding her mind with a veritable deluge of reeking pheremones.
Seeing the change in Twilight's eyes, though whether from fear of further pain or unbearably ramping up horniness Spike neither knew nor cared. "Ready to be a good broodmare and clean your mess?" He repeated. Slowly, glacially, she nodded.
Before she could even finish the gesture, he forced his cock past her mouth and deep into her throat.
Their minds broke as one; Spike gasped, forked tongue sticking out in the air from feeling his cock sinking into Twilight's tight wet pony throat, the way her tongue inadvertently lapped against the bottom of his cock, her gullet spasming around him like she was trying to milk him dry; Twilight's eyes glassed over, mind at war between the logical revulsion of Spike's newest violation and the fact of the matter that she had never been more turned on in her life, her mouth awash with the bitter, acrid taste of her own ass juices and shit mixed with cum, the taste of her predigested lunch & dinner chief among them on her taste buds - she'd never tasted anything better.
Her pussy spasmed in time with Spike's heavy balls slapping her face with every thrust, his aphrodisiac making even the way he treated her throat like a fleshlight more pleasurable than anything she'd done on her own. And yet, still she wasn't able to cum. No matter how much the pleasure and pressure built up inside her, she couldn't get any release. It was maddening.
Without warning, Spike abruptly came in her mouth, flooding her mouth and throat with thick, sticky cum that made her cough and sputter.
Before she could even register what was happening, he'd hovered back behind her and was balls deep inside her ass, this time going all out from the jump. Twilight moaned and groaned, gurgling through the cum and filth she was still having trouble swallowing. Another burst of cum in her leaky ponut, her pudgy tummy already swelling from how much cum was being poured inside. Then he was back to using her face, abusing it in just the way he'd done her backside.
Time passed in a haze. Spike just kept going in that cycle, over and over, forcing the purple pony princess to edge over and over and over with no release in sight. He taunted her endlessly, letting her know it was her fault, if she wanted to climax, she knew what she had to do.
It could have been 40 minutes or 40 hours, she had no way of knowing. But break eventually she did. Seeing her trying to speak, Spike gently removed the gag from her muzzle, gentle as caressing a lover. She took a single moment to stretch her jaw, stiff and sore and strained, and when she finally spoke it was in a low hoarse whisper.
"Breed me, Master Spike."
Spike grinned wide and kissed Twilight deeply, hands cupping her face, forked tongue tracing all through her mouth. When he finally broke off, a strand of cum flavoured saliva still connected them before it finally too snapped.
"Good slut."
Hovering between her haunches, he used her sensitive Alicorn wings as handles as he slowly but forcefully pressed himself inside her needy, leaky, sloppy virgin pussy.
Over the next 10 minutes, Twilight must have orgasmed at least a dozen times, and that's a conservative estimate. She came when he first sunk all the way in, pussy spasming around him in a way that instantly sent him over the edge at the same time.
She squirted when he played with her clit while he pounded her, splashing his small body with what seemed to be her entire body's worth of juices.
She came when Spike nibbled at her neck while slowly grinding in her, voice catching as she chanted the same phrase over and over: "breed me breed me breed me."
She could barely think enough to register what words were when she shuddered around his cock as he used his tail to fill her ponut while he rammed against her cervix.
Spike matched her orgasm for orgasm, pumping load after load of cum inside her womb.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Spike was spent. Even his prodigious draconic balls were emptied, and his developing dragon body had finally run out of stamina.
He flopped down out of her, cock slipping out of his broodmare with a wet plop. Panting heavily, he did a slow lazy circle, admiring his handiwork: her ass and pussy were gaping wide open and stuffed to the literal brim with cum - a steady stream leaking out down her haunches and coating her normally rigorously groomed tail; her face smeared all over with cum and saliva, her horn constantly producing little explosions of pink and purple light.
Undoing her restraints, he didn't bother with anything else but to flop down next to her, content smile on his lips. There was silence for a time, broken only for a moment before they slept.
"Master Spike?"
"Yes, Twilight?"
"We should probably have a talk later, huh?"