Chapters Laughter flowed out from a corner booth of The Cove as three long time friends sat, empty glasses in hand and a half eaten bowl of pretzels stationed in the middle. Not loud enough to drown out the other conversations the other patrons near them were having, thus gaining their ire. Nor was it even that distracting, certainly not enough to ruin the game of darts close to their table or even disrupt the billiard game going on across the room. But the laughter did seem to have a musical, almost magical quality to it that caught the attention of a few of the more lonely stallions and mares, who mostly gave them a sideways glance or even turning their heads to look at the three lovely young women seated there.
One of the three mares was Sweetie Belle, seated near the end of the semicircular booth that she along with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom normally chose when visiting The Cove. As she laughed she felt a small weight falling off her shoulders, one that had been growing more and more as the days to a certain event crept closer. The sort of feeling one got when you were a filly and a cherished friend was going to be moving away. Only this was far worse. Once that day arrived, it meant the end to a dream which the mare had long cherished within her heart. Made worse by the fact that there was nothing she could do to avoid it, only smile and nod while pretending everything was all right. This had fooled everypony as far as Sweetie knew, but she still needed these nights to unwind with her friends.
Friends who had so far not mentioned the event slowly approaching.
“Sorry for the wait~” came a cheery yet alluring voice. The three’s laughter dimmed slightly, but their smiles did not as they all looked at Ponyville’s newest resident: Succubus. She was a busty thestral mare with a simple grey coat and long black mane dressed in the standard uniform for this place: black pants and a white top. The pants were made to look worn, with patches here and there with a red sash along her waist. As for her top, the bottom had been cut so that it showed much of the mare’s stomach which looked soft and well rounded, neither too fat nor too skinny. The V-cut up top allowed all three mares to see an ample amount of her generous cleavage. Actually, perhaps the word ‘generous’ was underselling it since Succubus had breasts that made most mares green with envy.
“Not a problem,” said Apple Bloom as drinks were set on the steering wheel shaped table by the smiling mare. As she bent over, Sweetie fought hard to keep herself from blushing as she noticed something she hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps due to the lighting, but it was clear to her that Succubus wasn’t wearing a bra! Her grey coat seemed to bleed through her top, allowing Sweetie to see every curve of those luscious breasts as well as the outlines of her coral pink nipples. Quickly, Sweetie’s eyes turned to look at her friends only to find them looking at each other still talking but in a softer tone. What they were saying, Sweetie couldn’t hear for her attention was turned back towards the mare servicing them.
Unable to help herself, Sweetie licked her lips while her hoof rubbed against the wooden floor. In the short time Succubus had moved to Ponyville, Sweetie quickly figured out what kind of mare she was. She was kind, but there was always some degree of sensualness to every move she made. Something that drew stallions and mares towards her, to lust after her. And with those eyes, she always seemed to ask that you join her. Not necessarily in bed, but to be as sexually free as she was. And right now, there was a part of Sweetie that was envious enough to do just that. How liberating would it be to go into the back, slip off her bra, and toss it in the trash before waltzing out onto the floor as she waited for somepony to notice.
No , thought Sweetie as she briefly closed her eyes. For him to notice. A hand pressed against the table as she savored the thoughts now rolling through her mind. Of going back home without a scrap of underwear on her to find him seated there. How she would bend over to him, showing off her-
“There you go you sexy ladies,” she said with a grin, snapping Sweetie out of her thoughts with a jerk and nearly knocking over the table. Red began to conquer her face as she sat there with a mortified expression, wishing she knew how to teleport back to her room as Scootaloo smirked at her.
“Thanks,” said Apple Bloom who turned to look at Sweetie with a concerned look on her face.
As for Succubus, she turned around ready to head back to the bar when she suddenly spun around once again. “Oh, Sweetie, I almost forgot. Tell Rarity thank you for me when you see her!” Succubus moved quickly from there, her lips suddenly next to Sweetie’s ear while her breasts pressed against her arm. As the thestral’s wing moved across her back and landed on her shoulder, Sweetie knew that it hadn’t been a trick of light or her mind playing tricks on her: Succubus wasn’t wearing a bra! She could just feel it though the mare’s shirt. Then, Succubus spoke in a whisper that sounded like she was talking to a lover in bed. So soft and sensual that Sweetie thought that Succubus would begin nipping at her ear. “Normally, I prefer to let my darling Pip see me in my natural beauty. But those special outfits mmmmmmmm. They’ve added some, aaahhhhh, wonderful variety.”
And with a giggle, Succubus pulled away from Sweetie as her horn began to let out steam as if it were a kettle. She turned just in time to see Succubus smiling before taking off to fly across the room, calling out for Pip before latching onto him and tumbling to the floor behind the bar. The bar patrons took notice of this, watching the bar area as the sounds of loud wet kisses could be heard before going back to their business like this was nothing new. Though Sweetie did hear someone say ‘lucky bastard’ along with a few other similar mutterings.
“Lucky bastard is right,” said Scootaloo as she held up her glass, head resting on her other palm as she swirled the glass around so that the ice inside clicked and clanked about. “Seriously, can any of you believe that Pip, PIP of all ponies, got married before us?!?”
“He just found love is all,” said Apple Bloom with a shrug. “Not like none of us have tried.” As Sweetie Belle sipped her drink, her eyes fell on her earth pony friend. Tonight she was wearing a lime green blouse with simple jeans that had a belt looped through with an iron apple belt buckle. Gone were the days when she had a bow in her red mane making her look childish. Now, just by glancing at her, a pony could see some slightly well defined muscles along her arms and those who saw her bare belly could see the forming of a six pack from all those years of farming and adventuring. Not too noticeable like her big sister, but it was there to give her a body that was neither too soft nor too firm. Her chest was nothing to sneeze at either, her breasts being either a large B or a small C.
“Tell me about it,” grunted Scootaloo. Tonight, the orange pegasus was wearing a grey zip up hoodie and jeans of her own. She was smaller, leaner than her two friends with small yet perky breasts that were probably A-cups. Yet her eyes held the look of a mare seeking thrills and more thrills as her mane never lost that waviness to it, making her resemble her own elder sister. “Weren’t you dating Rumble for a half second?”
“Half second and done!” stated Bloom, nearly slamming her glass against the table as her eyes shut. Her smile had vanished, her lips becoming nothing more than thin lines as if she were trying to keep a bad taste from reaching her mouth. “That there fly boy sure was full of himself. The way he talked about himself made Rainbow seem modest! And don’t ever go askin’ him for favors cause he’ll leave ya high and dry!” Sweetie then watched as Bloom let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping a little as she opened her eyes which drifted downwards towards her glass. The earth mare then lazily places a finger in the amber liquid, slowly turning it around. When she spoke next, her voice was quieter. “Makes me miss Tender Taps all the more. Colt could pull off all the right moves on the dance floor, but everywhere else was a heck of a different story.”
“Know what he’s doing these days?” asked Sweetie.
“Ah get letters from him every once in a blue moon,” said Apple Bloom slowly, sighing once more. “Last Ah heard, he’s tapping them hooves in Las Pegasus. Sounds like he’s havin’ fun.”
“Hopefully not around the strip hole,” snorted Scootaloo. Instantly, Apple Bloom’s face hardened as she looked up at her friend.
“At least Ah’m trying to find some fella and not sleepin’ around with whoever,” barked Bloom, looking furious at Scootaloo.
“Hey, I’m trying!” said Scootaloo in an annoyed tone. “Just…it’s hard to find somepony. I mean, sometimes Rainbow hooks me up with a date or invites me to one of the Wonderbolt orgies but those are all done in one. And all the good stallions and mares have already been scooped up!” Then, for a moment, the pegasus became quiet as she slowly began to look away. A blush began to grow on her cheeks as she starched one of them thoughtfully. “But, ah, those are just the ponies around here. Maybe I should try giving Gallus a call or-”
“Really, I would have thought Terramar would be more up your alley,” said Sweetie, causing Scootaloo to groan.
“He’s got…mommy issues,” she said as she placed a hand over her eyes. “And…sister issues. Asking me to…It got weird, ok!”
“Almost makes you want to go back to chasing Rainbow, huh?” laughed Sweetie. Slowly, Scootaloo moved her hand off of her eyes and judging by the look in them Sweetie realized that maybe she had hit a sore spot.
“Maybe you should go back to chasing Spike like some love sick puppy,” spat Scootaloo. “Or maybe, if you had just put the moves on him back then he might not be marrying your sister!” All the color drained from Sweetie’s already pale fur as her entire body became numb. As she began to look down, she saw Apple Bloom slapping her forehead while Scootaloo looked very uncomfortable.
“Scootaloo, didn’t we talk about this,” grumbled Apple Bloom.
“Shit,” muttered Scootaloo as she averted her eyes from the mare sitting directly across from her. “Sweetie I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…You brought up Rainbow…I wasn’t thinking about it…”
“You’re right,” said Sweetie with a sigh, looking up at her friends and trying her best to smile. “I was the one who brought up Rainbow. And don’t worry about it. I’m over him, really.” The damage was done, they had brought it up. The thing that had been eating away at Sweetie for months now, doing her very best to avoid talking about. After years of Spike, the goofy and somewhat nerdy dragon, chasing after Rarity she had finally broken down to give him the chance he had longed for. The two went out on a date with everypony expecting it to be just a pity date to get Spike off her back. At least, that’s what Sweetie believed at the time. Once they dated and Rarity let down the dragon as gently as she could, Sweetie had planned to finally make her move and advance on the drake. Only things did not happen the way anypony expected it to. After that first date was followed shortly thereafter by another one. Then another. Then another. Date after date, the two went out around Ponyville and beyond until Spike proposed to the Element of Generosity. Now, in less than a month, the two would be wed at Canterlot Castle by none other than Princess Twilight. Meaning the idea of her ever being with Spike was dead, waiting to be buried.
“Ah, Sweetie,” said Bloom as she placed a hand on the unicorn’s shoulder. “We all know your fibbin’ right there. You’ve been pining for him since he first hopped out of that chariot with Twilight. Why, you even made that there Spike plush in your bed ta’ sleep with every night. An’ don’t think we didn’t notice that ya’ were using it ta’ play house.”
“Not to mention what you did with it after you turned eighteen,” added Scootaloo as Sweetie’s horn began to steam once again. “I mean, how did you modify it so that when you squeezed it a life sized dragon dick would appear? Is there some adult toy maker in toy you’ve been hiding from us or did you ask Twi-”
“NO!” yelled a beet red Sweetie. Her voice rang out, silencing the rest of the bar who turned to look at her as if fearing that something had happened. Realizing her mistake, the girl quickly waved at them to signal everything was fine. Once everypony in the room had turned to look away from the table, conversations starting back up again, Sweetie turned to look at her friends. “Look, maybe I had feelings for Spike. But I missed my chance to-”
“Again, only because you never made a move on him,” interrupted Scootaloo while Apple Bloom nodded in agreement.
“Like he would have noticed me when he’s only ever had eyes for Rarity,” said Sweetie, rolling her eyes at that.
“Then you should have made him notice you,” insisted Scootaloo. “And it’s not like you still don’t have a chance. The ring isn’t on his finger yet! Just get him alone, have him seated on the couch while you present all of your ‘womanly’ charms to show what he’s missing out on!” A lump appeared in Sweetie’s throat as she looked down at herself briefly, spotting the short lilac dress she was wearing that covered her figure. Out of the three girls, hers was the most shapely with nearly a perfect hourglass figure. Large D-cup breasts that put her on par with mare’s like Fluttershy and a soft, well rounded flank that would put even Pinkie Pie to shame on a good day. Her fur was smooth, a healthy shine to it from all the care she had given it while her body was soft. It was the body of a model with some saying (including Photo Finish no less!) she could be the next Fleur.
With her head lowered, neither of Sweetie’s friends could see the blush nor the look of shame on her face. Truth be told, she had thought about doing what Scootaloo had said on multiple occasions. How many times had she been caught up in a daydream with Spike coming to their house, waiting for Rarity as she got ready? Sweetie getting him seated on the couch before literally ripping off her clothing in one go, the eyes of the unsuspecting dragon growing wide. And that wasn’t the only thing she knew would be growing as she straddled his lap, pressing her chest against his as she leaned close to his ear to whisper that she was willing to do anything for him if he picked her instead. To do things for him that she was sure a ‘prime and proper’ lady like Rarity would never do. Telling him all this while taking the drake’s claws and bringing them up to her full breasts so that he could-
Sweetie quickly shook her head, snapping herself from her own fantasy before looking back at her friends. “I said I’m over him,” said Sweetie. However, as she said this, she knew that her cheeks were probably hot enough to heat the entire room during the middle of winter. “A-And even if I wasn’t, there’s no way I can take him from Rarity. Stealing her fiancé after she was kind enough to let me stay with her rent free? What kind of horrible bitch would I be? I wouldn’t be surprised if she kicked me out and set all my stuff on fire instead of throwing it out a window.”
“Ah can see that,” said Apple Bloom with a sage nod. “Reckon the holidays would be mighty tense after that.”
Sweetie could only groan at that, doing her best not to think about that. But it was no use. She could see both her parents glaring judgment and disgust if she ever tried to bring Spike to any sort of family gathering. Given how excited her mother was for this wedding, she might just throw one of her dishes into the faces before slamming the door to leave them out in the cold. Then she could almost hear her father asking how he ever raised such a shameless slut. And Rarity, she would think that they only came there to rub it in her face! Yeah, just another nail in the coffin on the idea of ever being with Spike right now.
“Yeah, now that I think about, my idea is pretty shitty,” said Scootaloo. “I mean, if you could sway Spike away that easily then the dude’s probably going to do it again when he sees another pretty tail. No loyalty at all.” Sweetie fought with all her might to keep from groaning, Scootaloo comment adding yet another nail. She never thought about it like that. Even if she did seduce Spike, all somepony else had to do was to do the same thing and it would have all been for nothing!
“I…I think I’m going to call it a night,” said Sweetie as she reached for her bits.
“Woah there,” said Bloom looking alarmed. “We only just got here. Come on now, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
“Yeah like…like Buttons!” exclaimed Scootaloo with a nervous smile. “You dated him once or twice, right?”
“Scootaloo, Buttons is the walking definition of a colt with ‘mommy issues’,” stated Sweetie with a deadpan look on her face as she tried her best to block out the sticky photos she found under his bed. And pillow. And closet. As well as the video he had playing in his room when she walked in. Yeah, Buttons Mash made Terramar’s issues seem tame.
Still, Sweetie stood up, straightening herself out as she stood there. “Look, I said I’m over Spike,” she said while setting her share of the bill on the table. “I’ll be fine. You two just have fun for the rest of the night.” And with that, Sweetie walked away.
It was about an hour later when Sweetie stood before Carousel Boutique, glancing through its darkened windows as she made her way towards the backdoor. Her eyes scanned past the rows of mannequins, doing her best to avoid looking at them. When she was younger, these things didn’t bother her as much. But now that she was older, there was just something about them, especially in this lack of light, that made them seem unsettling. They looked too much like a real pony as they held their poses in order to show off Rarity’s latest line, causing the younger mare’s imagination to run wild. Perhaps it was due to the horror movies she had seen, but some of them looked so real that they could have really been ponies, dipped in wax or transformed using magic to forever remain in those poses. A more realistic fear being that one of them was a robber simply pretending to be a mannequin and waiting for Sweetie to leave before continuing his/her crime. Both notions were absurd of course, nothing more than a product of an overactive imagination. Yet Sweetie couldn’t help it.
Thankfully she didn’t have to stand there too long. Everything was dark inside, with no lights coming from the cracks in the doorway leading to the downstairs kitchen. Nor did she see any light emanating from the stairway leading up to the upper level. Had Rarity stepped out while she was gone? It was possible. Even after all these years friendship problems still occurred as did minor threats around Ponyville. So it was possible that something like that was happening. But, then again, it could just as easily be that her sister just went out as well. Why not? Rarity had been working on some new outfits and, with Sweetie supposed to be out till much later, perhaps she too decided to go out. Maybe a surprise date with her dragon.
“Or she could still be home,” muttered Sweetie under her breath, thinking some more about her latest job order. For about a couple weeks now, Rarity had been hard at work on these new designs. Whether they be for a client or just a new line that she wanted to promote, they seemed to be the focus of her sister’s latest creation spree. Whatever free time she had in-between running her shop, working for other clients, and spending time with Spike was used to draw and create these designs. What was odd was that Rarity was keeping this a bit more close to the chest than normal, the door to her creation room always shut when she was in and locked when she wasn’t. Only once did Sweetie get even a peak at the room, spotting several naked mannequins and a waste paper can full of crumpled drawings. So it could be that Rarity was hard at work on this project now that she had the house to herself. That or she had just collapsed into bed early to get her beauty sleep.
Deciding to play it safe, Sweetie moved around the building towards the back door before silently entering the kitchen. Though it made her feel like a mare in her early teens coming home late, she slowly shut the door behind her as to make as little noise as possible. If Rarity was home, the last thing the younger wished was to get on her bad side and have her vent all her frustrations out on her!
With well placed and slow steps, Sweetie moved through the kitchen before moving up the steps. But before Sweetie reached the top landing, she began to notice something. There was an odor that permeated the air. Strong yet not unpleasant to a degree while also being familiar. With each step, Sweetie Belle found herself inhaling just a little more deeply as in to take in the scent while her mouth began to water just slightly. And that wasn’t the only part of her that grew more wet. The scent was warming her body, arousing it on some primal level.
Then, when she reached the top, she spotted something else. For the most part the hallway was dark save one sliver of light coming out of Rarity’s bedroom. What’s more, now that she was closer, she could hear it. Hear them. Hear the sounds of passion being had within Rarity’s room. Gritting her teeth, Sweetie tried her hardest to shut out the sounds of Rarity’s moans as she tried to slip down the hallway towards her room. To ignore the sound of Spike’s grunts which pinched at the younger mare’s heart. To shut out the noise created by a shaking bed as they rolled around on it or…grrr, she didn’t want to think about it! No, she was going to do her best to block it all out until she got to her room. Then she would open up one of the many books Twilight had given her over the years to find a sound proofing charm. That or a spell to make it sound like she was at the beach, the crashing of the waves drowning out the sound of-
“Thank you Master. This bitch is grateful for your attention.” That stopped Sweetie in her tracks. Was…Was that Rarity ? N-No, there was no way her sister would ever say something like that. Not all ‘prim and proper’, act like a lady, Rarity?
Now dangerously close to the door, Sweetie heard another voice chuckling. “Who said we were done, bitch,” came Spike’s voice. Despite it being deeper than normal, with a hint of domination to it, there was no way Sweetie could mistake that voice for anything else. She heard Rarity let out a squeal of delight before a sudden thud echoed down the hallway all while Sweetie’s cheeks turned scarlet. The younger sister found herself panting slightly, throat becoming just a little more dry as she stood there. Then she heard a needy sound exiting Rarity’s room, one that she echoed while Sweetie slowly moved towards the cracked door. Just to take a brief peek and make sure everything was ok.
Lowering herself close to the ground so as not to be seen, Sweetie looked in and what she saw caused her gasp to become stuck in her throat. Rarity was on her knees before Spike and dressed in something Sweetie had never seen on her sister before. A thick, black collar was secured around the fashionista's neck with writing on it that Sweetie could barely make out. Tight leather straps come down from it, leaving so much over her pristine white coat bare and on display. These straps criss-crossed down her body, failing to preserve her modesty while at the same time push up and out her most alluring assets. Twin shiny steel rings drew Sweetie’s attention to her sister’s thick nipples, the metal woven into the harness and placed around her pink areola. Sweetie could not help herself, licking her lips as she stared at those full and heavy breasts. So full and heavy. They captivated the younger mare to the point where she wanted nothing more at that moment than to enter the room so she could feel the soft flesh against the palms of her hands. Yet she resisted such desire, her gaze moving down with the straps on her sides leaving the older sister’s soft belly free. The lower half of the harness continued the criss-cross pattern across her waist and hips but tapered off, leaving her dripping wet slit exposed. The straps then parted in the back to show off her smooth ass. An ass so thick and wide that it just begged to be groped, to rub her face between those cheeks. From there the outfit met Rarity's silky smooth thighs and ended, leading to a set of clip-on charcoal stockings, by far the most covering part of her ensemble. Thanks to the dark colors, Sweetie Belle had no trouble spotting the fluids running down her sister’s legs as well as the large globs of white which dropped from her sex.
A hand went to rest on her heart as Sweetie wondered where Rarity had acquired something like that! It reminded her of something that one would find in the red light district of Canterlot, worn by the mares who posed on the opposite side of glass windows to entice stallions and mares to enter. Did she go there or had Spike? That…no, Rarity was too famous a mare to go down such a street and not make the headlines. Same with Spike. He was a hero himself after all! Thinking back to what Succubus had said, knowing what kind of mare she was, it was more likely that Rarity had simply made it herself. Perhaps that was the secret project she had been working on all this time. A new line she was thinking of starting. A sigh escaped the younger mare’s lips, one of relief that her sister would not be in a scandal and not because her hand was squeezing her own breast as she watched.
Taking a breath, Sweetie focused her attention towards her sister’s face. On it, she saw that Rarity’s normally elegantly styled mane was pulled back into a tight ponytail while the rest of her face was covered in a fishnet stocking. Large holes around her eyes and mouth like it was some sort of mask making it look to Sweetie like a mockery of a wedding veil. But that was of minor note compared to the fact that Rarity’s luscious lips were wrapped around Spike’s cock! Seeing that large, purple mass for the first time brought Sweetie silently to her knees as she stared at what she could before it was consumed by her sister’s mouth. By Faust, it was so big! Big enough that her older sister’s jaw seemed to need to stretch all the way just to take it in. With the light of the candles in the room, Sweetie could just barely see the various veins running down it underbelly while thin ridges were placed on top almost reminded her of the spikes on Spike’s back.
“You can do better bitch,” growled Spike, his spaded tail flying around towards Rarity making a whipping sound in the process. Sweetie’s eyes bulged as she saw it smack Rarity’s cutie mark, the sound echoing loudly in the room followed by the muffled scream coming from the still cock filled mouth. The area around the symbol of Rarity’s calling began to turn a bright red while tears began to run down the mare’s face. Yet she did not seem angry about this, nor taken aback by the rough treatment. Instead she seemed content. No, it was more than that. Rarity seemed to be overjoyed by this!
Sweetie’s hands began to move as her gaze shifted towards the drake of her dreams, finally seeing him utterly naked for the first time. One hand went to one of the straps holding her dress up, loosening it so that it partially fell down her side as she gazed at his massive purple sack. Her other hand reached under her dress to pull down her panties, finding them dripping wet as she looked at Spike’s chiseled yet still slender chest. The hand that had pulled down the strap quickly pulled down her bra, allowing one of her mounds to bounce and jiggle with newfound freedom as she looked up at the drake’s handsome face. Oh, how his gaze sent chills down her spine as those once innocent and kind eyes now burned with dominant fury as he looked down at the mare sucking his cock. A finger lightly traced her clit, slowly making a few circles as she watched his powerful claws grab her sister by the head.
“Let me show you,” Spike growled again, grabbing Rarity by the horn. Sweetie nearly gasped as Spike began to thrust Rarity’s head back and forth as he roughly face fucked her. She could hear the cries her sister was making along with the smacking sounds created as Spike’s testicles hit the underside of Rarity’s chin. More smacks could be heard as Spike began to strike Rarity’s flank with his tail, alternating from side to side as the white fur began to turn red. More and more, Rarity cried out as she best she could as Spike’s cock moved through her throat.
And it was clear she was loving every second. Rarity’s hands were at work pleasuring her own body. Twin fingers hand found their way to her cunny, thrusting in and out as more fluids coated them. Her other hand had moved towards her breast where it pinched and pulled at her nipple. While this was going on, Sweetie found herself mirroring her sister. The hand that had been toying with her clit was now fingering her own pussy, hips thrusting forwards as they dove deeper and deeper inside. Her other hand toyed with her breast, mostly kneading it as roughly as she could before bringing it up to her mouth so that she could wrap her lips around her aching nipple, sucking on it while her tongue lapped around it. More than once she bit her nipple, wishing it was Spike’s sharp fangs digging into her flesh in the most erotic way.
Soon, Sweetie was beside herself in utter bliss. Her tongue was now lolling out, her cheeks rosy with pleasure as she continued to pleasure herself. The mare’s legs were spread wide, displaying her cunt as if she were showing this off while her hips continued to thrust. She could feel her juices moving down her hands in larger amounts than any other time she had played with herself. And even more than when she had been with some other stallion. Her eyes, though, never left the perverted sight in front of her. She watched them both as Spike’s wings began to rise up in a dominant display while Rarity’s womanly hourglass figure moved for his pleasure.
As time went by, Sweetie became drawn deeper into her own perversion as she watched. The younger sister even began to image that it was she that Spike was face fucking with all her might. That it was her throat making him feel good, her moan vibrating against his shaft in order to send waves of pleasure down his shaft. She was the mare with a harness on her entire body, granting complete access to her Master! Feelinging him grabbing her own breasts completely out in the open, her sex unhidden and there for his use. Oh, how she would let him collar her whenever he desired, completely submissive to the one she loved and showed that she would do anything to pleasure him. Spike, her Master, spanking her with his powerful tail. Oh, how she wished that he would take her to the bed, laying her flat so that he could better fuck her mouth. A whimpering moan escaped her, imaging his claws on her breasts as his fat cock shoved itself down her throat while his sack smacked her eyes as she inhaled his masculine scent. What would it be like to have his hot seed shooting down her throat and into her belly?
“You don’t deserve this,” came Spike’s voice, breaking Sweetie from her trance and bringing her back to reality. Spike’s cock was out of Rarity’s mouth, twitching madly as it hung there pointing at her face. “Here’s your favorite meal. Be a good whore and savor every drop!” Sweetie stopped in her own self pleasure to watch as a jet of cum was fired right into Rarity’s face. The rich scent filled the air causing Sweetie to fall forward as the milky substance began to coat Rarity’s face. It smelt better than anything Sweetie could ever have imagined, and with so much of it she would be enjoying mouthful after mouthful. At least, that’s what it looked like from where she squatted. Rarity was receiving blast after blast to the face with large amounts rolling downwards towards her breasts. Too late did she try to open her mouth, for most of the cum was shooting at her in-between the eyes before it rolled downwards onto her own magnificent form. From what she could see, the scent alone was enough to make her sister orgasm for her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head as more came. But never, never, did Spike’s balls seem to deflate. It was like he was storing backup foal making fluid in a pocket dimension or something.
“I said savor it,” ordered Spike as he flung Rarity forward by the horn so that landed face first on the floor. As she lifted her head, Sweetie could see massive stands of cum connecting her sister to the floor as Spike shot a few more blasts of his semen onto Rarity’s back. “Lick the floor clean bitch!” Sweetie saw her sister lowering her head back down, her tongue extending outward to touch the dirty floor. Slowly, as if to savor it, the older unicorn gave long strokes across the ground as she scooped up as much of the white substance as possible. Sweetie bit her lower lip as much of the cum was scooped up before Rarity once more lifted her head. Only, this time, her tongue was still out as if to show off a prize resting on her tongue. A prize which Sweetie could not help but feel envious of.
As Rarity lifted her head some more, Sweetie had finally realized how small the distance now was between her and her sister. It wouldn’t take much for Rarity’s eye to catch any sort of movement, drawing her attention towards the door and her perverted, peeking sister. It was only thanks to the fact that her face was so covered by Spike’s seed that Rarity’s eyes had remained closed, keeping her safe for the moment. But how long would it remain like that, Sweetie didn’t want to take the chance. Nor did she want to be there in case Rarity smelt her own fluids now that she was closer to the floor.
Silently, Sweetie’s horny mind cursed her sister as she retreated back to her room where her plush awaited her. Hopefully it would be able to satisfy the craving she now had.
“Oh Spikey,” panted Rarity on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes. “That was simply marvelous darling.”
“Glad you enjoyed it so much,” replied Spike, his voice softer so that it was back to its normal tone as he cuddled next to her. In any other situation, Rarity would never allow anypony near her when she was in this state. Her coat was now damp with sweat, large droplets running down her sides while that and dragon semen began to mix on top of the wonderful outfit she had made. Her pussy, as well as her throat, were sore but it was a wondrous type of sore that few mares could ever experience. In contrast, her lover looked none the worse for wear. In fact, there was not a bead of sweat on him nor had his balls lost any of their volume. If one were to walk in on them, they would have thought that Spike had just watched Rarity getting gangbanged instead of joining in!
A small sigh escaped her as Spike’s claws began to trace down her body, not caring at all about the state she was in. Starting from her shoulder, the tips of his digits traced gently against her fur until they came to her flank as she let out a lustful sigh. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of her palm against the path of her body which still tingled from where he had struck. She could tell he was ready to go again, allowing her body some rest before they did. And if that was the case…
“Where are you going?” asked Spike as Rarity got onto her hooves. Rather than immediately answering, Rarity turned to give him a quick kiss before turning around.
“Just need to get a little water darling~” she said as she sauntered towards the door, lifting her tail enough to give her drake a good view of her rear. A rear that she gladly gave to him.
“Maybe you should put on a bathrobe,” said Spike, sounding a little nervous. “Sweetie could, well…”
“Darling, Sweetie Belle is out with her friends,” said Rarity as she reached the door. She turned to look at him, a lustful look on her tired face. “And you know she stays out late on nights like this. Why, I’d be surpri-” Rarity’s words were cut short as she opened the door and took a step, her hoof landing in something wet. Without finishing her sentence, she looked down to see a small puddle right outside her door.
The next morning, Sweetie Belle slowly made her way down the stairs for breakfast. Yet this proved to be more of a Rockhoovian task than normal as her eyelids heavy, a hand resting on the railing the entire time as her body seemed to sway slightly with each step. The poor mare was sure that had she not taken these basic precautions she would have tumbled down to the main floor before being rushed to the hospital.
A yawn escaped her mouth, further proof of the lack of sleep she had gotten the night before. Not for a lack of trying…for the most part. After scurrying away from the scene of debauchery occurring in her sister’s bedroom, Sweetie had fled to her room where she promptly stripped naked, tossing her garments in the corner without a care, and crawling into bed. Normally, she would have put on a night gown or at least left on her bra and panties, but the desire not to be discovered was far too overwhelming. The sooner she got into bed, eye closed ready to enter the realm of sleep, the better. Alas, some things were not to be so easy for both body and mind were far more than restless. Sweetie tossed and turned in her bed, occasionally glancing over at the door both fearing that it would open at any moment as well as imagining what Spike and her sister were still doing. Her loins burned with desire that refused to fade away on their own, not helped by the gentle caress of the sheets against her bare body.
After an hour of laying in bed, Sweetie Belle gave in to her desires. With the covers going up to her neck, the unicorn laid on her back while her legs spread as wide as she could. A hand had gone to her breast, imagining that it was Spike who was squeezing it while her other went for her folds. It surprised her to find how wet she was as her juices were already dripping down towards her ponut, lubricating herself so that two dainty digits could easily slide in. There she had laid for what seemed like hours, playing with her body as she imagined that her hands were really Spike’s. Imagining that his chest was pressed against her back as he stoked the fire burning deep within her being. She imagined feeling his hot breath against her neck as ‘his’ fingers pinched at her nipple, forcing the mare to bite down on her lower lip to prevent her from crying out. All the while she listened for the sound of her doorknob being turned, ready to turn over on her side to pretend to be asleep. But, no matter what she did, her climax seemed so far away. Sweat was beginning to form on her body, rolling down the valley of her breasts as her room began to feel like a boiler. Her mane became matted as well as her fur, yet still she could not cum! It was enough to make her want to cry out in frustration kept in check by her own fear of discovery.
Then, something happened. The hand that had been playing with her pussy accidently touched her ponut, sending sparks through her being. Never before had she done something so dirty, but the feeling it gave her pushed her closer to her goal. Biting her lower lip gently, she brought her fingers back to her pussy briefly before returning them to her ponut. Now lightly coated in her own juices, she began to tease her backdoor, feeling a sensation that was both alien to her...yet wonderfully delightful. At the same time, her tired mind began to push her fantasy in a different direction. She was no longer naked in bed, but now wearing the same thing that her sister had worn. Like the bitch she was, she was on the floor as her purple scaled Master toyed with her body. The fingers that had traced her backdoor had really been his spaded tail which played with her bound body as his hand stroked his thick cock. Sweetie’s eyes fluttered wildly now, while her hands moved at a frantic pace. Her fingers then slowly pushed inside her, the mare gasping and moaning in pleasure as she envisioned that it was Spike as he continued to use his tail on her as his hands stroked his wonderful shaft above her. She imaged him cuming all over her, ordering her to lick the floor around her clean of both of their fluids. No longer was she the one hiding behind a cracked door, but Rarity who watched as she claimed her Master’s gift. She…She…
Finally the orgasm that had eluded her came crashing down, rocking her body like nothing before it. Everything became a blur as ecstasy enveloped her mind, her hips jerking upwards as her juices coated everything they could. And then…nothing. The next thing Sweetie knew was hearing the sound of her alarm clock signaling the start of a new day, her eyes slowly opening as her body still felt tired. For some time she just laid there, trying to figure out why that had happened. Her normal fantasies of Spike had always helped her relieve the sexual tension she felt, so why didn’t it work last night. Why did she need to imagine herself in…in…
Sweetie had pushed away those thoughts before they could fester with a shake of her head, forcing her weakened body out of bed. After opening her window to let out the scent of sex, she had taken a quick shower so that nopony or dragon could smell what she had done. Once she was out Sweetie quickly dried herself before throwing on a blouse and a pair of jeans, her magic wrapping up the sheets as she got dressed so that she could take them downstairs once everypony was out of the house or too busy to notice.
Sweetie Belle was then brought back into the present as she entered the kitchen, spotting Spike sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen table. The younger unicorn’s mouth went dry as she looked at him, her knee’s feeling weak as she looked at him in that white, button up shirt and black pants. So professional, full of authority that made her legs feel even weaker than they already did. His eyes were downcast, looking down at a message that had no doubt come while she had been asleep. But she could tell that he was unhappy about something. What could it-
At that moment, Spike looked up. “Hey there Sweetie,” he said, the frown on his face vanishing as a goofy smile replaced it. Seeing this snapped the poor mare out of her trace, allowing her to smile back despite the fact that she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. As she took her normal seat close to him, Sweetie felt Spike’s eyes examining her. “Wow, you look-”
“Like a train wreck?” Sweetie supplied as she grabbed an orange from the bowl in the middle of the table. “Because that’s what I feel like.”
Spike let out a nervous chuckle. “I was going to say like you tried to sleep next to a raccoon and dog getting into a fight,” he said, the image putting a slight smile on her face. “Guess you and the other Crusader’s had a good time last night.”
“We did,” said Sweetie as she peeled the skin off the fruit in her hands. “Hung out at Pip’s for a while, gossiped about everypony’s love life, talked about what we wanted. You know, the usual.” To give herself a moment, she took an orange segment into her mouth. As she chewed it, she watched to see if Spike would say anything. That he had seen her outside their door, smelt the scent coming from her room, heard her cry of passion. But there was nothing, not a trace of a blush or suspicious look from him as he smiled and returned to the letter. Feeling like her late night voyeurism was safely tucked away in the past, never to be discovered, Sweetie mentally let out a sigh of relief as she continued to eat her orange.
Then her sister entered the room. “Oh Darling~,” she sang, sashaying into the room and gaining everyone’s attention. Spike’s purple scales looked like they were turning red while Sweetie nearly spat out her food at what they saw. Rarity was wearing one of her finest purple bathrobes whose fabric seemed to cling to every single curve of her body. The top was opened strategically, showing off her full milky breasts all the way down to her nipples whose nubs were halfway poking out. Rarity’s steps were like that of a runway model, long and swift with the robe’s lower half opening up just enough for Sweetie to see that her sister was clearly not wearing any underwear.
“Rarity, what-” began a very flustered Spike, Rarity’s horn lighting up as the kitchen came to life. Hay bacon was brought out of the refrigerator, floating over to a frying pan that had just landed on the stove. Another one soon joined it along with two eggs which cracked directly above it, the insides landing in the middle as the stove was lit.
“Do you like it?” asked Rarity sweetly as she moved across the room to where Spike sat. With the grace of a feline, the older sister slid into Spike’s lap before wrapping her arms around his neck. Sweetie’s mouth became extra dry now as she watched her sister press her chest into Spike’s, her massive and soft bosom squishing for all to see.
“Y-Yes I-I,” stammered Spike as his fiancée brought her cheek up to press it against his. The mare let out a happy coo as she began to rub her face against his. As the scent of food continued to fill the room, Spike took a breath and spoke as clearly as he could. “You look great. As always! But your sister, she’s sitting right-”
“Oh don’t mind her,” said Rarity as the first crisps of bacon floated in front of them minus a plate. Rarity then continued to surprise them by turning her head slightly, looking at Sweetie with a sideways glance. Her eyes were half lidded, burning with passion that could not be contained. “It’s not like either of you have never seen me naked before. And we’re all family here so there’s no need to be too shy. Now say ‘ahh~’.” With that, Rarity took a piece of bacon as it floated close to her mouth. After biting down lightly, making sure not to break it, she slowly brought it over to Spike’s mouth who hesitantly took it.
This was the show that played before Sweetie as breakfast continued. Rarity remained where she sat, feeding Spike bit by bit of his breakfast. With each piece of bacon, she would slowly feed it to him, keeping her teeth locked on it as she moved closer and closer until their lips met. Then, Rarity’s mouth would open, tongue entering the maw of the dragon as they shared the taste of each other. It was the same as toast which Rarity’s magic buttered for them. Thankfully, she couldn’t do the same with the eggs giving Sweetie a reprieve of the action. Although when the eggs did get close, Sweetie could not help but imagine her sister placing them on her breasts, begging her Master to eat them off of her. Instead, however, a dish levitated over to them and the eggs were placed there along with a fork. Now Sweetie had to wonder: did Rarity not use her body as a plate because of Sweetie or because they were too hot for her coat to handle?
As a plate of eggs were placed in front of her, Sweetie could only stare at them as her own mind began to betray her. For a moment, she imagined herself bound to the table without a scrap of clothing. Spike sat there, looking down at her as her spread legs faced him giving him an unobstructed view of her twitching pussy. Rarity was there as well, dressed in the harness she had seen her in last night as she levitated food onto the younger mare’s body. Sunny side up eggs were placed on her nipple, the yokes right above her nipples. Down her thighs were stripes of bacon while slices of fruit were lined in neat little rows going down her stomach. Finally, Rarity took a can of whip cream and placed the nozzle right into Sweetie’s folds. Pressing down, the cold white cream shot right into-
Nearly gasping, Sweetie Belle managed to pull herself out of the fantasy despite her body's need and desire to return. What was wrong with her? Sure, she had had fantasies before. But never were they ever this… imaginativly erotic! And even the ones she did have were usually kept to her bedroom, not the kitchen table! So what had changed? With a shaky hand, she began to eat her eggs as the lovebirds next to her continued to have their fun. Spike still looked a little nervous, glancing over at Sweetie Belle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look before accepting the fork full of eggs being fed to him. Every time he started to chew, Rarity’s hands would start running down his chest almost making it seem like she would begin to unbutton it at any moment. Soon she was giggling loudly, moving her drake’s claws towards her breasts and flank before nibbling on his green fins. The loud noises she made along with a slight jump told Sweetie all she needed to know: Spike was beginning to go along with this. Having loving fun with her sister. And all she could do was sit there watching as Rarity placed a rather loud kiss on Spike’s cheek.
For a moment, Sweetie took the plate in hands, ready to leave the room, but was stopped as Spike gently picked Rarity up. “Sorry Rarity, but I have to get going,” he said as he set her down next to him. “Busy day today. The Changelings and Kirin are having a bit of a disagreement right now and Twilight needs her Friendship Ambassador at the ready. But I’ll see you tonight for sure.”
“I’ll be waiting Spikey-Wikey,” sang Rarity as he got to his feet. From there, the two shared a long kiss that of course included their tongues before finally separating. As Spike left, he gave Sweetie a mock bow telling her ‘until next time, m’lady’ before departing. While goofy and a bit over the top, the sight brought a smile to her face and she fought hard not to reach out her hand so he could kiss it. No, instead she sat there wishing him a great day. But she could not stop herself from craning her neck around to watch him as he left.
“So,” said Rarity the second the door had closed. Sweetie’s ears perked slightly, clearly hearing her sister’s mischievous voice now. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Sweetie Belle fought to keep her eyes from rolling as she turned back around to face her half eaten eggs. “It was alright, I guess,” she said as she poked her eyes a little, head down so as to not meet her sister’s eyes. “A bit early for soft-core porn, I was a bit too busy concentrating on my breakfast to pay attention.”
For a moment, Sweetie waited for her sister to say something. Perhaps she would reply with ‘Oh darling. Don’t you know? This is all the rage in Canterlot right now!’ Or she could say that, ‘Well my dear, just giving you a few pointers to help you pick up your own stallion.’ It could be hard to tell with her sometimes. But no, Rarity said nothing. The only things that Sweetie heard were the ticking of the clock followed by the hoofsteps of her sister as she went the long way around the table. Before Sweetie knew what was going on, Rarity was next to her with her lips right next to her ear.
“I meant last night my darling spying sister.” Sweetie’s fork dropped to the floor, egg white flying across the floor while her jaw hung open. Sweat began to form on her palms while adrenaline rushed through her system, bringing her to a fully awake state. Her pupils dilated as she sat there, frozen, as Rarity slipped behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders. The grip wasn’t hard, but it was firm enough so that Sweetie doubted that she could easily get off this chair.
“What,” asked Sweetie, her heart beating fast as the room felt like it was shrinking and closing in all around her. The younger mare began to look around the room for an exit, feeling her sister’s body pressing against the back of her head. It might be hopeless as Rarity knew some powerful spell that could easily block every exit, keeping her here as they had a conversation that Sweetie Belle really didn’t want to have. But maybe, just maybe, if she played dumb long enough she could-
“Darling, you know what I said,” replied Rarity, her words cutting through Sweetie’s thoughts. There was a hunger in her voice, coming out like a low growl mixed with a purr right into the Sweetie’s ear. A hunger that made Sweetie fear that it might be for her blood, causing a bit of her color to fade. “Last night I just happened to spot a wet patch right in front of the door to my bedroom. One sniff told me exactly what it was. Don’t bother denying it. You are, after all, the only other mare in this house…and I know just how much you have been in love with a certain dragon.”
Sweetie felt her eyes begin to string, fighting back the tears that might soon form as she clenched her jaw. “Is that why you did all this?” she demanded heatedly, her eyes narrowing down at the plate she now wanted to smash in her sister’s face. She knew. Of course she knew! It was just like Scootaloo said, everypony knew about her crush on Spike. “To rub it in my face that you have him? To remind me what I’ll never have?!?” Sweetie could feel her horn vibrating, the desire to levitate the food and drinks around her before throwing them into her sister’s face had never been stronger. To scream while Rarity did her best to clean herself off!
“Well Darling, that’s completely up to you,” said Rarity, her voice never quavering. In fact, there was a sultry quality to it now as her lips seemed to get even closer to Sweetie’s ear. Enough to cause Sweetie’s rage to slightly subside for the moment as her sister continued. “All I wanted to do was show you what could be yours…if you’re willing to cross certain lines that is.”
Sweetie, now at a loss for words, turned her head to look at her sister. Rarity was smiling at her, a fiery passion in her eyes while her lips were curled into a smoldering smile. Everything about her sister’s say screamed sultry desire with the only pony in Ponyville who could outmatch it being Succubus! Just looking at it made Sweetie feel like her sister would soon move just a little closer to her ear and begin nibbling it. Something had to be wrong with her for Sweetie found herself starting to grow wet at the prospect! It wasn’t right, yet for some reason she found herself wanting it despite the anger that was now slipping further and further away.
“But Rarity, Spike,” began Sweetie before she paused and gulped loudly, preparing herself for what she had to say next. “Spike, he loves you. He’s going to be marrying you!”
“And he still will Darling,” said Rarity calmly, nodding slightly as she did while a finger reached out to start tracing Sweetie’s cheek. The very act, along with the look Rarity was giving her, was causing Sweetie’s face to flush. “I love Spike dearly, with all my heart and body. He has been the knight in shining armor I have always longed for, the prince to sweep me off my hooves. Spike has a way of making me feel special and safe no matter what comes before me. But he has also satisfied a hunger I never knew I had; a desire to be dominated. To give up all the control I carry around me all day, just handing it over to him willingly as he fills me up like no stallion could ever do before. But, I’m afraid, it just isn’t enough. Spike’s natural greed and stamina are things that, try as I might, are far too much for me to handle on my own. That is why I am asking you, someone who also truly loves Spike, if you want to be a part of this. To share him with me, appeasing him with our bodies.”
Sweetie Belle’s heart was now hammering in her chest while Rarity stared at her with those half lidded eyes, the sultry tone of her voice growing more powerful as it grew softer. Her face was now so much closer to Sweetie’s while her cunt winked madly against the fabric of her panties. Sweetie could feel her lips trembling now as she wondered how her sister could say all this. Sure, her sister was generous, but this? Sharing Spike, having kinky sex alongside her sister? It seemed like too much.
Yet, Sweetie’s mind betrayed her as it showed her what could be in store for her. Showing her and Rarity, both nude, on either side of Spike as they feed him breakfast. She could see herself turned around with a stack of pancakes on her flank, butter and syrup running slowly down the cracks of her ass while Rarity fed him hay bacon like she had this morning. Sweetie would wait there until she felt his claws on her flank, maybe slapping them before digging in. The thought nearly caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. Or maybe she would be on all fours underneath the table, a collar around her neck and dressed up as maid- NO! A dog! Yes, she’d put on some fake floppy ears and hand her tail braided so that it looks like a dog’s along with some doggy mittens. She would be her Master’s obedient bitch, sucking his cock while Master Spike sucked on Rarity’s tits!
“I’m not going to force you,” continued Rarity, her lips almost touching Sweetie’s as she spoke. Sweetie let out a moan now, breathing heavily enough so that their chests were pressing against each other. “Just say no and I’ll stop right now. We can pretend this never happened and you can go back to peeking behind half closed doors, pleasuring yourself as you watch us. I won’t even tell Spike that you’re doing it. But, if you choose to step over that lie and cross the threshold into the world of carnal freedom, you will need to learn how to submit. To match me in my own submissiveness to our Master. But don’t worry, I will teach you all there is to know. Would you like that?”
“I-I…want,” whispered Sweetie, a bit of drool now escaping her maw before she quickly closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted to be with Spike. More than anything else in the world. To feel his love, to be bound and treated like Rarity had been that night. To be dominated completely by one who she trusted and loved, knowing that he would never do anything to really hurt her. To be held possessively in his strong arms as he played with her like she was his own living sex doll. But…could she do that alongside her own sister?
Her body was telling her, begging her to say yes! Sweetie could remember back when she was a filly wanting to spend more time with her big sister. Even now, she enjoyed the moments she shared with Rarity. If she said yes, they would gain a deeper sisterhood. One that might even go further than the bond between Apple Bloom and Applejack. They would be slave sisters together, pleasuring the one they both truly cared about. Her heart agreed with her body. She loved them both so much. But, alas, her mind was still on the fence. Even if it was ok with them, the rest of the world…If they ever found out…
“Hmm, let me show you something,” said Rarity as she pulled away from Sweetie Belle. Slowly Rarity backed away so that Sweetie could get the full view of her sister before turning to the side, lifting her robe up enough so that her flank could be seen. Sweetie’s breath hitched slight upon seeing that sight: the traces of claw marks could be seen against her white fur. Marks given to her from the night before, maybe even this morning! Marks that could have been put on her body. Oh, just the thought of that made Sweetie squirm in her seat, legs rubbing against each other.
Through the haze of lust, Sweetie could see Rarity smirking slightly before turning. Now, Sweetie could see something she hadn’t seen last night. A tattoo right above her sister’s pussy. It was small, a purple dragon head as it breathed green flame as it circled itself.
“This is the mark I bare to prove I belong to my Master, and only my Master,” said Rarity as she let the robe fall down to the ground, letting it pool around her as she flaunted her natural beauty. “A mark you will earn once you decide to join us. Making you his as well.”
“Yes,” whispered Sweetie, her restraints completely gone now. To be marked like that, to be branded by Spike was a commitment. A promise to the one who wore it that she would always belong to him! She had no idea how she knew it, but some primal part of her knew it to be true. Sweetie might never have the dragon she loved place a ring on her finger, but this would be enough for her.
Rarity smiled as she stepped closer to her sister, a hand outstretched. “Then allow me to welcome you to our world,” she said. With no more hesitation, Sweetie Belle took hold of her sister who helped her to her hooves. And then, Rarity led Sweetie out of the kitchen and into a glorious new future.
By the time Spike landed in front of Rarity’s house, the sky was ablaze with reds and golds as Celestia’s sun sank under the horizon. The light seemed to wash the entire town in yellow as darkness began to sweep over, with ponies beginning their nightly activities. As Spike stood there, a claw massaging his shoulder gently, he spotted a few. A group of fillies heading out for a sleepover, their bags on their backs and pillows under their arms. Stalls closing for the night, packing up their wares into wagons, while a small number of others remained open in the hopes that some nighttime stroller might be interested. There were also a number of ponies who seemed to be heading towards the nightlife side of town. Going to clubs, bars, and whatever else there might be.
Ponies like Sweetie Belle.
Spike’s perverted grin appeared on Spike’s face, holding up Rarity’s house key which shined in the sun’s last rays. Earlier in the week, Sweetie had told the two of them that she had gotten tickets for a show tonight and would be late getting home. Meaning that the drake could spend another night with his darling mare as they continued to have their fun without having to worry about their lone house guest walking in on them. That they could be as loud as they wanted, Rarity loudly proclaiming the joy she felt to be dominated by such a strong drake. Spike could spank Rarity with his tail after tying her to the ceiling, watching as she spun around with each blow. Why, they could even try to be a little more adventurous! Maybe he could lead his sexy little pet around the house by a leash, Rarity crawling on all fours. Or they could go to the kitchen where they could-
Spike stopped himself there, shaking his head a little as he turned towards the door while the grin he had faded. Rarity’s little stunt this morning had given him ideas. Images of fucking her hard on the kitchen table, smearing food over her lovely breasts and belly as they went. Stuffing her cunny with all sorts of food to turn it into a very edible arrangement. Why, he could even fuck her with a cucumber or banana before making her eat it. And while all of that was doable, it was also extremely risky. All it would take would be Sweetie coming home early or them getting so wrapped up in their sexy time that they lose track of time to be found out. Would Sweetie gossip about what she had seen? Maybe if she were still that little filly he had known way back when, then he would be worried. That or something might slip accidently. But even if she never did say anything, it would make future family get togethers a little more awkward.
As Spike slid the key into its hole, his thoughts turned to his fiancée’s younger sister. He liked Sweetie, having known her for as long as he had lived in Ponyville. She was a sweet mare who had blossomed over the years into a mare whose beauty might rival that of her sister’s. In Spike’s opinion, any stallion who managed to claim her heart would be a very lucky bastard indeed. While he had no issue with her living with them for now, it just couldn’t last. Other than cutting into their, well, intimacy; both Spike and Rarity wanted to start a family and there just wasn’t enough room. Maybe they could buy a house or have one built besides the shop, but…
Shaking his head, Spike turned the key and began to open the door. Right now, this was a big decision. One that would have to be made with Rarity. Perhaps he should talk to her and see what she wanted to do.
Stepping through the threshold, Spike felt the odd tingle of magic pass by him as the scene changed. When he had looked through the windows and through the open door, all he had seen was a darkened shop. Now, however, that was not the case. All of Rarity’s mannequins and gowns had been pushed to the side leaving the room bare. Candles had been lit along the walls, their low light illuminating the lone figure before him: Rarity. She was naked, clad only in the leather harness she had just finished the night before along with her collar and stocking mask. Rarity was on her back, hardened nipples pointing towards the ceiling as two fingers stroked her pussy while they made wet noises. But that wasn’t all. By her head was a trail of rose petals leading all the way to the back and up the stairs.
Spike stood there, watching his slave pleasure herself before him as his tail closed the door behind him, its spaded end reaching for the lock to secure it. The dragon could feel his member hardening as he watched her, his tongue moving across his lips. His Rarity, she was the embodiment of perfection in every way. The way those luscious, soft breasts bounced as she thrust her elegant fingers into her cunt was heavenly. Her nipples, sweeter than any sapphire he had ever tasted, there begging to be sucked on. The light sheen of sweat only made her coat shine with more radiance than the actual Power Pony. Her moans were a heavenly sound. And it was all for him. All for her Master.
“Master,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering slightly as she realized that he was standing before her. Rather than stand, Rarity spread her legs open more as both her hands went to her dripping pussy. There the two spread her lower lips as far as she could, allowing her Master to see her inner passage. “This horny slave has been waiting for you.”
“I can see that,” said Spike with a grin, walking over to her with confidence. Spike’s wings were erect, standing tall behind him. According to Smolder, this was how dragon’s showed their dominance. And if Rarity’s blush was anything to go by, it was working very, very well. While Spike desired nothing more than to take his mare here on the floor, perhaps using some of the items around him to make things more interesting, he restrained himself. Instead he folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at her with cold, indifferent eyes to make her feel all the lesser. “It seems I have been neglecting my duty as your Master.” This statement was punctuated with a firm slap onto her pussy, courtesy of his tail. “What you have done is reckless! Tell me, whore, did it ever occur to you that I might have been your sister? I will have to reeducate you tonight.”
“Master, please,” begged Rarity, still holding her pussy open for him as she laid there. But, there was a sparkle in her eyes that he liked. It was the same look she had when she had first shown him her collar, before she had ever donned the harness. “There is no need for us to worry about this slave’s sister. Your loyal, fuckable slave has made sure of that.”
A hand went to Spike’s chin. “You have, have you?” For a moment, Spike stood there as he tried to suppress a grin. Leave it to Rarity to think ahead like this and ensure that they would have the place to themselves. Knowing her, Rarity probably gave Sweetie a bag full of bits to ‘have a good time’. Or maybe there was something else. Maybe she knew that whatever show Sweetie was going to was far away. Like she needed a train ride or something meaning there was no way she would be home anytime soon. Regardless, if she was willing to meet him like that, then it was good enough for him.
“Very well then,” said Spike, his claws working on his pants. In a moment, gravity pulled them down before his boxers followed suit. Casually he stepped out of them, a claw moving to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “If you have done this, then you have pleased me. As a reward, you may approach your Master and worship my cock!”
Rarity let out a mew of delight as she rolled over like a beast before scrambling to get onto all fours. With her tail raised high as it could, laying it to the side so that Spike could get one last look of her pussy and ponut (but not the last for tonight!), she turned around as she crawled to her Master. As she moved, she swayed her hips in a very enticing way causing her breasts to jiggle slightly in turn. To add to her degradation, the mare allowed her tongue to loll out as it seemed that her pupils had turned into hearts looking up at his cock with nothing but desire and devotion! The scent of her sex had grown stronger and it didn’t take a genius to tell him that she had been craving this for some time. Perhaps ever since breakfast.
Very soon, she was in front of him. But she did not start with a lick or even a kiss. No, Rarity brought her nose right to his sack to the point where it was pressed against as she inhaled deeply his masculine scent. This caused the mare’s ears to droop, eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as her tongue stuck out a little more. She took another deep breath to savor the dragon that had tamed her, claimed her as his own before taking a third deep breath. His mare then lowered her hind legs so that she could sit more like a bitch as her lips moved to kiss the sack holding the seeds of new life that would eventually grow within her. She peppered them with kisses, moving from orb to orb before she worked her way up. His shaft felt her lips for brief moments at a time as she worked loudly, her noises echoing across the room as Spike dropped his dress shirt behind him. By the time he was naked with hands on his hips looking down, Rarity had gotten to the tip.
He watched as her eyes danced around the design of a dragon’s cock, a smile appearing on his face as Spike remembered the first time Rarity had ever laid eyes on a dragon’s member. The gasp she had let out when she had seen that it was thicker than most pony’s with ridges on its underbelly to help with the stimulation. But the tip, well, it’s spearhead-like shape had caused her some intimidation. On that, neither of them would deny. But as that night came to its ultimate climax with Rarity on the bed and Spike behind her as he slid inside her, they both discovered what else it could do. Rarity had let out a howl, her hands clenching at the sheets as her face was planted on the bed while her flank was held in place by Spike’s claws. He could still remember how her body trembled as he stimulated her insides like no stallion had ever done before, reaching areas that a pony’s cock could not hope to touch. She did not demand that he continue, but begged him with all her heart and soul as she inched closer to the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Since then, none of the horse shaped dildos she had had could offer her the same pleasure as his cock, denying her an orgasm. No, they both knew that it was his cock that she needed. Something that became more undeniable as Spike’s skills improved in bed, making her hopelessly addicted to it.
So it came to Spike’s surprise as Rarity only gave his tip two kisses before looking up at him. “Master, as much as this horny bitch would love to continue, she has a surprise for you,” she said. Spike raised an eyebrow as he heard the strained tone in her voice. Like she was using all of her willpower not to continue. This intrigued the dragon as to what she wanted to show him.
“Alright,” said Spike with a chuckle, watching Rarity’s face light up. “Get your leash and you can show me.” Rarity moved as quickly as she could on all fours, moving like the perverted animal that she was. Thankfully, the leash was not that far away and she held it in her mouth as she brought it back before dropping it at her Master’s feet. And as Spike bent down to pick it up, he could spot the trail of his horny slut’s juices on the floor showing where she had gone. Clearly her excitement was great.
Once everything clicked into place, Rarity began to pull on the leash just enough so that Spike knew where to go. At first, he thought they might be heading to the basement in the hopes that Rarity had contracted some of the local construction ponies to begin turning it into a pleasure dungeon. But that was not the case as she instead followed the rose petals leading up the stairs. With each step they claimed, Rarity’s tongue lolled a little more and her pussy winked a little more powerfully so that she dripped from both ends. Spike felt his own excitement grow as he wondered what Rarity had done.
Imagine Spike’s surprise when they entered the bedroom to find Sweetie Belle on the floor. She laid there on her back, legs slightly spread apart with her hand only to open them up to their fullest upon hearing him enter. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull as he saw that she was almost completely naked save for the harness that looked like one of the designs Rarity had shown him; modeling if for him. This design had fewer straps than the one Rarity was currently wearing, with one wrapping around her shoulders to move under her large, malleable breasts whose pink nipples pointed in his direction. Below, he spotted a couple straps which criss-crossed near her pussy, concealed by black panties that looked like they could easily be ripped off along with her black stockings. There were frills along the shoulder bands and on her hips, the overall design of the ensemble, clearly borrowing from the stereotypical maid outfit one saw in fetish shops, but crafted by the hands of one with both a more devious intent as well as design sensibilities. It seemed to work perfectly as Spike found noting Sweetie’s luscious heart shaped flank begging to be squeezed and slapped. Then there were those legs, ready to be pulled down to her shoulders or wrapped around his waist. Glancing upwards, Spike saw that she wasn’t wearing either a mask nor a collar. Only a thick, black strap over her eyes to act as a blindfold as she panted like a bitch in heat.
“Rarity,” whispered Spike, his hand letting go of the leash and allowing it to clang to the floor. “What is…Sweetie, she’s…” There were no words as Spike’s mind went blank as he stared at the mare in question. Upon hearing his voice, the drake noticed that her breathing had quickened and a moist spot on her panties began to appear. But why-
“Oh Master,” said Rarity as she stood up, pressing her breasts against his arm while a hand reached down to take hold of his stiff cock. Looking down at her, he saw that there was a playful smile on her face along with half lidded ‘come hither’ eyes. “My naughty sister was spying on us last night. So she knows everything. And…she wants to join us.”
“What?” breathed Spike, his cock becoming harder. How could it not when the vision of two horny sisters as his slaves appeared in his mind? The idea of coming home to find them on the bed, embracing each other with their equally white coats pressed together as their tongue dueled delightfully. Perhaps even reaching down to finger the other as their nipples poked into the other. All for him, nopony else! But was this what a sweet and innocent mare like Sweetie Belle wanted? Was she forced into doing this?
“Master,” purred Rarity before loudly kissing his shoulder. There was something in her voice that told him that she knew what he was thinking about. What he was worried about. “Please, do not worry yourself too much. Nopony is forcing her to do anything she doesn’t want. Your loyal slave told her everything that would be expected of her, even gave her the choice to say no and we could all pretend like nothing ever happened. But no, this naughty mare has wanted you for a long time. To be claimed by you. Like me, she has chosen to walk this path of her own free will no matter what the rest of Equestria says.”
Spike felt one of his claws rise slightly. But not to push Rarity away, telling her she had gone too far before taking Sweetie away from here. No, he had wanted to reach out and start using his new toy out of instinct. Yet there was something that kept his claw from rising all the way. And he knew what it was.
“Sweetie, is this true?” he asked, his tone so commanding that it almost made Rarity let out a squeal of joy. He looked at the mare on the floor hard, his eyes scanning for any sign that she might be forced.
“Y-Yes Sir,” she said, her voice a little shaky. But there was a silly smile on her face while her cheeks looked a little on the pink side. He could smell her arousal growing stronger, her panties getting wetter. “Sir, this bitch humbly o-offers herself to you for your own amusement. This dirty slut is y-yours.”
For a moment, Spike stood there completely still…until a fanged smirk appeared on his face. He could hear the honesty, the desire in the mare’s voice. The willingness to submit to him. And as Rarity seemed completely on board with this, he had no reason to deny himself two lovely mares. Only briefly did he reflect on the fact that she had always wanted to be with him since now it no longer mattered. She was here now, giving herself to him with a smile on her face. His mind raced with endless possibilities, all the things he could do with the two sisters who had placed themselves in his claws. They were a treasure, his treasure that no other pony would ever touch for as long as he lived.
“Rarity,” Spike purred as his fingers dropped low, instantly locating his first slave’s birthing hole and entering it. As two clawed fingers felt the wet inner walls constrict around them, Rarity seemed to lose all her composure. His mare lost the ‘come hither’ look she had, her eyes opening up completely as strength left her. A small noise escaped her lips as she nearly fell over, but Spike was too quick for that to happen. He removed himself from her before getting behind Rarity where he then pulled her back to his chest, claws gripping at her breasts. Another cry of hers rang out as she felt his member pressing against her needy slit while his claws dug into the softness of her breasts.
“Such a good horny slut,” whispered Spike, his mouth moving close to her ear. Roughly he squeezed her breasts, jutting them forward a bit while making it look like he was trying to squeeze milk out of them. But that would have to wait for just a little longer after he had given his mare the gift of life within her. Then he could feast on her dairy goodness. “I bet you’ve been wanting this yourself for a while. Licking my cum off your sister, lapping it up as it oozes out both of her holes. Making out with her before putting on a nice little lesbian show for my amusement.”
“Yes!” moaned Rarity through gritted teeth as Spike pinched her nipples. “Yes Master! I’ve dreamed about it for years! Having her model my kinky designs on a pedestal before bending her over to be fucked.” Without mercy he began to pull on her hardened nubs, stretching her breasts out as far as he could while his slave cried out. As he worked, he saw that Sweetie was panting more while her cheeks turned scarlet. But she did not turn her head away or look abashed. No signs that this disturbed her.
Spike let out a chuckle as he returned his attention to his lovely Rarity “It looks like those dreams will be coming true,” he said while releasing Rarity, watching as she fell onto her hands and knees. “You will soon become very intimate with your sister's body as you assist me in training her to be a proper bitch. But be warned that any failures on her part will be your failures as well. Meaning any punishments she receives so shall you. Understand?” Rarity, her head down as she panted, showed signs of a nod. Which was good enough for Spike who walked over to the bed and sat down. “Now slaves, come here so that you may service my cock!”
Rarity did not need to be told twice, looking up with a look of pure delight in her eyes as she began to crawl over to her Master. Sweetie, on the other hand, had a bit harder time. She rolled over to the side before looking around, not knowing where to go without the sound of her Master’s voice. Spike watched as his newest slave bent down to the ground, sniffing the floor as if she expected to pick up his scent like a bitch. Ass up and head down, she began to move in a circle trying her best to figure out which way to go while her excitement ran down her legs. She might have gone this way all night, growing dizzy in the process, if it hadn’t been for her loving sister nudging her. This brief contact made the mare jump a little, but she seemed to relax as her sister’s body brushed past her. Sweetie quickly turned in the same direction, moving quickly to catch up before pressing her body to the side of Rarity’s. Oh, what a sight it was. Two white coated mares, shoulder to shoulder with their breasts swaying as they crawled to him.
Together they reached their target, immediately getting to work. Rarity started off with another kiss to his ball sack while Sweetie nuzzled it with her cheek. These sensations caused the drake’s cock to twitch in anticipation, his excitement growing more powerful. But it soon became clear that neither could wait any longer. Sweetie Belle acted first, sticking her tongue out in a tentative manner to lap some of the sweat and musk off of his sack. From what he could see, the taste greatly agreed with the younger of the pair as she moaned loudly while her blush continued to darken. Her tongue began to move over and over again, making long drawn out licks to savor him the more. Rarity, however, was the opposite. Her tongue moved fast, making short licks at one spot before moving to the next. From time to time she would pause to take an orb into her mouth, moaning around it, sending vibrations running down the drake’s spine before releasing it.
The scent of arousal grew more powerful as the two worked, swaying their smooth flanks slightly as they worked in tandem. It was only when Rarity gave Sweetie the slightest of nudges that they then began to work their way up the shaft. Pre had long since formed at its tip, running down the underside where it would no doubt increase the flavor. Together, the sisters ran their tongues around it. Sweetie was not as skilled in this department, but showed plenty of passion as she ran her wet muscle along the top and the bottom. And while he could not always see it, Spike could certainly feel when the two tongues met. Those moments were brief, feeling Sweetie’s tongue show a little hesitancy as its tip curled back a bit when meeting with Rarity’s. But as they worked their way up, moaning as they savored the taste, he could feel Sweetie’s willingness and eagerness start to increase. They poked and prodded with the other, brief caresses before departing.
Then came the tip. Pre was gushing out now as twin lips wrapped around it, Rarity and Sweetie kissing each other before Spike’s eyes. The two moaned as they made wet noises, their breasts pressing against each other under Spike’s cock. With great willpower, the Master managed not to throw his head back and cry out as he felt so many things that a single mouth could not do. He felt pressure, like being sucked into a vacuum but pulling in different directions. The tongues were no longer briefly touching, but sliding over the other with his head in the middle. As he sat there, Spike couldn’t help but wonder if the two had made out before he had arrived in order to help Sweetie better acclimate to this new lifestyle of utter perversion and debauchery. Not like it mattered since this first kiss Spike saw between them was far more thrilling.
While the two split their focus between his shaft and each other, the taste of their Master began to overpower them. Spike could feel their moans as they grew lewder while their tongues slid over the slit in order to get his precum. Each time, they focused on it a little bit more as they forgot about the other. More and more, Spike could see that Sweetie was starting to become addicted much like her sister.
Speaking of which, Rarity being the hopeless addict that she was soon pushed Sweetie to the side so that she could have the wonderful cock all to herself. “A pity you can’t see this,” said Spike as Rarity took his shaft all the way, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull while her lips wrapped tightly around the pillar of her desire. “Because then you would be able to see your fate. What you have willingly chosen to become. A greedy little cock slut, begging for your Master’s milk to fill your belly. To have it become your favorite meal, coating every piece of food. Feeling it slosh in your belly as I shoot it directly into you. Can you imagine it?”
“...yes...,” moaned Sweetie, her voice sounding lost in her own fantasy as she got back up. Her body swayed a little, cheeks still red as she no doubt heard Rarity. The elder of the two was loudly bobbing her head up and down Spike’s shaft, making sure to coat it. Spike could see thick stands of saliva forming and connecting to the mare’s lips, watching them connect and break over and over again while Rarity looked like she was having an out of body experience. Her eyes were still up turned, almost making the brilliant fashion designer look utterly vacant, as though her mind had been washed out to sea in wave after wave of pleasure.
“Rarity,” moaned Sweetie as she touched her sister. Rather than pushing her off to the side to have the cock for herself, Sweetie took hold of her sister’s breast to squeeze it. “I’m sure Master would like to see this. Oh Rarity.” Again she squeezed her sister’s breast, Spike watching as Sweetie lowered her head before kissing the upper portion of Rarity’s breast. Quickly she detached before striking again, lower this time while moaning her sister’s name. Twice more she did this before finding her sister's taut nipple, made all the more inviting by the harness rings, and latching on with gusto. Rarity gasped, pausing in her cock sucking as Sweetie began to suck on her breast before pulling away. Swiftly, Sweetie latched on again as she moaned Rarity’s name while doing so. The younger mare seemed to now be sucking with all her might if her cheeks were any indication. And judging by Rarity’s still head and blissed out complexion, she was doing so much more. Perhaps her tongue was circling the ring as well as the nipple while occasionally giving it a small flick.
A growl escaped Spike’s throat, unhappy that his pony pet had stopped. Grabbing her by the horn, he began to roughly force her head back and forth. Rarity’s mouth and throat tightened at this rough treatment, glarking over and over in a helpless fashion. She did not resist, only accepting this fate for as long as her Master wished of her.
“Take it all!” roared Spike after a bit, shoving her off his cock and watching as she fell backwards. His claw flew towards his dick, stroking it hard and fast while pointing it directly at Rarity’s face as she laid on her side, coughing and sputtering as her senses returned. Spike’s fangs tightened at seeing his beloved in this state, arousing him all the more. All traces of the elegant mare he had pined for were gone, leaving nothing but a wanton slut in her place just for him. Completely enthralled by him. Several grunts escaped him before he let out a howl, shooting his seed directly in her face. The large globs flew in ropes, the first one hitting her right between the eyes while the second hit her lips. He could see her lips opening slowly, a bit of her tongue reaching out to spoon his seed, but more cum was launched hitting her in the face. Soon, he could barely see past the mask she wore as large blobs of cum were rolling down her face and onto her shoulders and breasts. However, his dick remained rock hard. He could feel his balls hard at work producing more cum, no doubt faster than any pony ever could.
As Rarity continued to lick her lips, Spike’s eyes fell on Sweetie Belle. The poor mare could no doubt smell the scent of his seed, its aroma affecting her. Her panties were already drenched, a hand reaching down to rub her lower lips while her other hand went to play with her breast. She squeezed it while her tongue began to lull and her breaths became little more than pants.
“Rarity, on second thought, why don’t you share,” said Spike with a grin. Rarity’s head flung up to look at him, clearly surprised as she tried her best to see regardless of the threat of dragon spunk getting in her eyes. Sweetie’s body jolted as she overheard, her face looking a little shocked. But there was desire in it.
“Yes Master,” purred Rarity, her eyes going back to their prior half lidded appearance before she turned towards her younger sister. She did not crawl on all fours, but instead moved on her knees. No doubt to keep as much cum on her body as possible. Sweetie backed away a little, clearly a little nervous, but soon Rarity had wrapped her arms around Sweetie’s neck. For a moment, the two stood there, breasts pressed against each other, Rarity’s now tender nipples grazing Sweetie’s aching one. Sweetie was breathing more heavily now, her blush growing as she was now so close to Spike’s scent.
“Rarity, I-I don’t know,” stammered Sweetie. “Your breast was one thi-” She got no further as Rarity closed the minor distance between them in order to kiss. Cum was now being smeared onto each other’s faces as the two began a furious make out session, bands of cum connecting them. Sweetie’s hands reached out to grab Rarity by the hips, pulling her sister closer to her while Spike could see her tongue diving deep into the other’s mouth.
Soon they began to lick each other off. Long but swift strokes of the tongue fell on the other’s face, lapping up the cum they could get before returning to kiss each other. Spike grinned, watching as the two began to share his cum as it stuck to their tongues. The two moaned louder and louder, their desire growing. Sweetie was soon pulling away from Rarity more, her tongue moving across the fashionista’s face until it was all cleaned up. It was adorable for Spike to see Sweetie licking Rarity’s face like a lost puppy, searching for more cum but finding none. But Sweetie would not be dissuaded so easily. Once she realized that Rarity’s face had been picked clean, she moved down towards her breasts. There she lapped away, causing the elder sister to coo as Sweetie’s skilled tongue ran all the way down to her breasts and flicked the nipples for good measure.
It was only when Sweetie had decided to shove her face in the valley of Rarity’s cleavage did Spike make an advance towards his newest possession. Getting off the bed the dragon grabbed her roughly, his claws digging slightly into her flesh causing her to cry out in shock and alarm before she was tossed onto the bed. She tried to get up, but Spike placed his claws on her shoulders to keep her down on her back. After only a moment’s struggle, Sweetie understood that he wanted her this way. She laid still, allowing the dragon to pull her head towards the bed’s edge.
“Open wide,” said Spike, his voice ringing with amusement and excitement. Slowly, Sweetie Belle did as instructed, opening her maw as wide as it could. Then, when Spike saw that it could open no further, he mercilessly rammed his cock into her throat.
Sweetie Belle’s eyes opened wide behind her blindfold as Spike’s cock shot to the back of her mouth and down her throat. Though it swiftly glided across her tongue, Sweetie could still get a brief taste of Spike’s amazing flavor from the droplets of cum. However, this lasted far shorter than she would have liked, a cry escaping her when it hit the back of her mouth. She could then feel her throat stretch out for she had never had something so large in there before, swiftly moving deeper and deeper. Master Spike did not stop until he was all the way inside, his majestic balls smacking against her nose when he finally paused as if to savor this conquest.
Then, he began to fuck her throat in earnest. There was no time for Sweetie to get used to anything as her new Master’s hips began to buck wildly, the masculine odor of his balls assaulting her each time his sack hit her nose. She would feel the bulge in her throat as it was forced to widen in order to accommodate him, feeling like it would be forever molded so as to better pleasure him. What’s more she felt his claws reach over to grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly before pinching her nipples. More than once she felt a sting on her breasts, feeling like she had been slapped there. But…she never felt his claws leave her body! Had it been her imagination? Had Rarity done it? Or had her Master used his tail?
Sweetie’s heart began to race as she felt her legs being spread, though she knew it had to be Rarity. She could feel her sister’s soft hand on her thighs, hands she was becoming more intimate with as the night progressed, pulling down her panties. Her sister was now looking right at her winking pussy, dripping with love juice and was so close that Sweetie could feel her breath against her sex. As she was coming to terms with this, Rarity then slid her tongue against her lower lips running it along their length. Another scream shot from the mare’s throat, tears beginning to form before flowing freely down her face while her sister began to lap away at her sex.
But there were no tears of misery or sadness. No, Sweetie was overjoyed at this rough treatment, for it told her much! Her Master was pleased with her! His cock was not going limp in her throat, only continuing to get harder and harder. She could feel bits of his precum in her throat, something that only seemed to grow more and more. Master Spike was gripping her breasts harder, feeling them up in a way that she knew meant he liked them. After all, had he not, he would have just let go. As for her sister, this had to mean that she had been accepted truly and completely! It just made too much sense! The world she knew before was shattering as a new one was quickly forming around her. One where her Master’s pleasure, helped in part by her body, was all that mattered. Morals ceased to exist and the only laws were those created by him. Belonging to him was the only thing that mattered!
These thoughts continued and were solidified as Spike’s load was shot down her throat. Sweetie’s back arched, her cunt moving momentarily away from her sister’s face as she felt the heat of his sperm hitting the rough parts of her throat as it made its way to her stomach. Her eyes twitched as they rolled back into her skull, feeling her stomach begin to fill as the large mass of cum began to stretch her belly. At the same time, Rarity began to up her attack on her cunt, lapping away at her clit while Sweetie writhed in pleasure. Her only regret was that she could not taste her Master’s sperm this time. But perhaps, if she was a good little slut for him, he would reward her.
“Good slut,” said Spike, a grin on his face as he pulled his cock out of Sweetie Belle’s mouth. Several thick bands of saliva and cum continued to connect them, falling onto her forehead as they broke in a perverted baptism. His newest mare panted, her breasts jiggling slightly with the effort. But, despite this, she had a silly lopsided smile on her face. Glancing over at her belly, Spike could see a slight bulge there caused by his own orgasm. Not enough to make her look pregnant or anything like that but instead it seemed like she had a bit too much to eat.
“Rarity,” he said, looking over at his first slave. The elder sister was on her belly, ass up and shaking while face deep into Sweetie Belle’s cunt. It was arousing to hear her loudly slurping away as she lapped at the pussy before her with vigor. But Spike’s amusement began to fade as Rarity seemed to be a little too focused on her sister, not hearing her Master’s command. Something he would have to teach her in the upcoming nights. Rather than speak again, Spike’s tail swung around to strike at his mare’s back like a whip. While the blow wasn’t nearly as powerful as what he would normally do to her flack, he could see the red mark he left while her head jerked up. Now Spike could see her reddening face, looking embarrassed and aroused at the time.
“Come here,” he ordered simply. Rarity did not need to be told twice. With a sultry smile on her face she began to crawl forward, her flank sashaying as she went. She also seemed to make sure that Sweetie felt it, the elder sister’s nipples tracing along the other’s prone form who gasped while coming down from her bliss filled high. Their breasts pressed against each other and, for a moment, it looked like Rarity would lay there and hold Sweetie Belle close. But no, she remained up on all fours waiting for her Master’s command.
“Tell me slut, how does your little sister taste?” demanded Spike, his claw reached down to grab Rarity by her bun like it had been the night before. Rarity gasped as he did so, looking up at him as if curious to what would happen next. “Well, answer me! You had your muzzle all the way between your sister’s legs, nose pressed against her cunt! How much did you enjoy tasting your younger sister?”
“She’s,” began Rarity, her eyes glancing downward towards Sweetie. “She’s…addicting Master.” Spike let out a hum before suddenly pulling Rarity’s mouth to his own. As she was caught unaware by this sudden move, her mouth remained open allowing Spike to capture it in a kiss. Spike heard her moan lewdly, her eye lashing fluttering against his scale’s while his serpent-like tongue moved along her mouth.
“Hmm,” he went after he pushed her away roughly, claw still holding her by her mane. “If that was just a watered down sample, then I’d say you are right. Sweetie does live up to her name.” A wicked grin then appeared on his face as he looked at Rarity right in the eyes. He even pulled her face closer to his so that she was forced to look into his dominant eyes. “You are a naughty, naughty little slut. I bet I’ll be coming come everyday to find your head right between your sister’s legs as you lap out her dirty sex. Forgetting all about your Master as you enjoy your new favorite snack.”
“No!” wailed Rarity, her eyes now filled with fear. “That younger slut tastes good, but nothing compares to the taste of your cum!” Her face began to blush madly as she looked like she was recalling something divine. Spike could feel her body shuddering with delight. “If this slut had a choice, she would drink her Master’s milk all day and night. From a bowl on the floor, lapping it up like the dirty bitch that I am! So thick, so hot, so…heavenly. Master, your loyal slut doesn’t think she can live without your cum anymore!”
“Good answer,” said Spike, his other claw reaching out to pinch his top mare’s nipple. Rarity let out a cry of pain and bliss, her back arching as Spike twisted it a little. A part of him wanted to keep her like this, twisting her nipples while perhaps getting her on her knees so that she could suck his cock some more. But no, there were things he had to do. “Rarity, I’m starting to get hungry. Get to work on my sister sandwich!” Spike punctuated this command by slapping Rarity’s flank with his tail, making her squeal as he released her.
His slutty slave worked quickly, knowing exactly what he wanted. Sweetie was still a little out of it and without magic it took some effort to turn her around on the bed so that her legs were spread before Spike. Once that was done, Rarity again crawled on all fours so that she was on top of her sister until they were face to face. Carefully Rarity lowered herself, their nipples pressing into each other as she did and their pussies lining up well. Judging by the gasp that Sweetie Belle made along with her sister, their clits were touching as well making the picture all the more perfect.
With his cock still rock hard, he held it with one claw as he approached the two. Grinning with delight at seeing his sexy horde, Spike began to jerk his dick up and down to tease the two mares who moaned delightfully. The two were holding each other... no, embracing each other in a way more like lovers than sisters. He could see just how close their mouths were to each other, almost looking like they were going to kiss once more. While delightful to see, Spike instead entered Rarity’s love tunnel in a single thrust to make his prime bitch cry out.
His movements were swift, without a shred of mercy at all as Rarity lifted her head up to cry out. There was no need to go slow with her for Rarity’s sex had long since been molded to his shape. Not too tight nor too loose, fitting around his cock like a slick glove oozing its juices from every side. Every thrust was met by a small burst of fluids to wet everything as well as to create an arousing ‘smacking’ sound. As for his first slave, she was feeling it. Her head was raised so that her bosom was pressed harder into Sweetie’s while the two held each other tightly, their sexes rubbing against each other with every thrust he made.
But rather than fucking his favorite toy until they both came, Spike was a bit more interested in his newest one. With his cock nice and wet, he pulled out of Rarity’s cunt as she laid there panting slightly. Carefully he lowered himself just a bit in order to line his member with Sweetie’s hole, hearing her gasp as she felt his tip against her folds. Before he entered, he looked up seeing that Rarity had her head turned to look at him with a loving smile on her face.
“Are you ready Sweetie?” Spike asked as he teased the mare’s slit a bit more, lightly probing her folds so that the tip was just barely in. “Once I enter you, there will be no going back.”
Sweetie panted a little faster. “Please Master, make me your bitch,” Sweetie begged. “I’ve wanted this for so long, being yours. M-Make me more like Rarity. Turn me into nothing more than a sex toy that you will never throw away. Work my pussy, my ass, and my mouth until they’re perfect for you. Make me,” Sweetie paused for a moment to gulp loudly as if to steel herself, “your slutty slave.”
“As you WISH!” roared Spike, his cock piercing through her folds for the first time. Though it had been a long time since his cock had been in a fresh mare, he found the feeling of a tight mare to be exhilarating. The walls clamped around his flesh, the underbelly stimulating the floor of her passage in a way that was making Sweetie cry out. More and more he pressed on slowly, on occasion pulling back before giving a massive thrust forward.
As Sweetie twitched on the bed, Rarity was there for her sister. Gently Rarity hand caressed the younger’s cheek in a soothing fashion while Spike’s cock claimed more of her insides. The older mare knew what sort of pain and pleasure Sweetie was feeling for the very first time, blowing away any previous concepts of pleasure. And through it all, she kept an eye on her master as he went deeper and deeper into Sweetie. It was only when Spike’s cock was fully inside her, the tip touching the entrance to the poor mare’s womb, did Rarity turn her gaze away from Spike towards her sister.
“Congratulations,” said Rarity, her tone heartwarming as she lightly kissed her sister’s cheek. “You finally have Master Spike inside you, ready to fill you up with his sperm like a true cum dump. Is it everything you wished for?”
At first, Sweetie let out a groan. “Yes,” she managed to say, her voice gaining strength. “Please Master, fuck me!” Despite having Rarity on top of her, Sweetie began to squirm wildly. Her legs tried and failed to wrap around Spike to pull him closer as she began to plead with him with heavy desire in her voice. “Fuck me, rut me, fill me with everything you have until I burst! Morning, noon, or night it doesn’t matter! It feels so good having you inside me! Fuck my brains out until the only thing I can understand is pleasing you! Squeeze my tits, sir. Bite my nipples! Do whatever you want with me, just don’t stop fucking me!”
“That was the plan bitch,” growled Spike, his cock somehow harder now. He pulled back a little before slamming back into her. He could feel her juices flowing madly, almost to the point where she was squirting against his hips. But he was just getting started.
Cock twitching, Spike began to fuck Sweetie. Not in the slow, loving manner one saw in movies (something that he and Rarity would laugh at and call ‘kid’s stuff’). No, what he was now doing to her was something far more. Sweetie Belle was on the big kids ride…or something more. Spike was pounding away at her pussy like a jackhammer showing no mercy for the mare whose legs he was in between. With each thrust his fat cock would twitch, pressing against her inner walls in different ways and rubbing against them. The friction this caused must have been great, for Sweetie began to scream aloud, her body twitching underneath Rarity. Pretty soon, Spike could feel her having mini orgasms, the walls of her tunnel of pleasure tightening around his cock while her marecum began to lightly squirt out. Her hands soon gripped the sheets beside her, clenching at them as if holding on for dear life. Spike grinned, knowing that her wish had come true. She was now more like Rarity alright, as it would be a miracle if she ever felt pleasure from a pony’s cock after this!
Her first true orgasm came several minutes after they started, her mouth open in a silent scream as her juices were launched from her filled cunt. Sweetie’s body almost seemed to grow rigid, her teeth chattering as if she had suddenly become cold while Rarity kissed and licked her neck. At the same time Rarity also had one of Sweetie’s rock hard nipples caught between two fingers, pinching them to send ever more pleasure into the mare’s brain. Spike could see Sweetie’s tongue begin to hang out as her orgasm lessened, her face looking incredibly dopey in the moment that he was sure that if she wasn’t wearing her blindfold her expression would have been crossed eyed! Yet, for Spike, the build up was still in progress. He continued to pound away, his treasure’s clits rubbing together more and more.
Another orgasm came to Sweetie, driving her further up the wall as Spike fucked her without mercy. Sweat was now covering her body, the room heavy with the scent of musk and sex. The bed forever stained with mare fluids never to be fully cleaned. But neither of his mares seemed to mind it at all. Sweetie’s mind was lost in the sea of pleasure, his cock hitting her in ways she never thought possible and bringing her to new plateaus of bliss. Each thrust cementing all the more who she belonged to, sealing her fate.
“I want to hear you say one more time,” growled Spike as Rarity moved down to capture one of Sweetie’s nipples in her mouth. Rarity was sucking on them hard, her cheeks indenting as she did so. “Tell me who this slutty pony pussy belongs to?”
“Yours, everything is all yours Master Spike,” came the delirious cry of Sweetie. “Every hole, every part of my body; this slutty slave gives to you.”
“Good slut,” grunted Spike, his claws reaching down to grab Sweetie’s thighs as he spoke. His thrusts became more powerful, more forceful than before while his prime pet continued to suckle on Sweetie’s tits. Both could see that Sweetie was near her wits end, the wires in her brain overloaded beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Words were coming out at random, merging with each other when she could make them. Spike wondered if she was seeing stars or, well, anything for that matter given how blissed out her expression seemed to be growing.
Finally, Spike came. His hot seed flowed into his new pet slut like a raging river, coating everything in its path. This stimulated the areas his cock had made sensitive, sending massive waves of pleasure running through her body as she gasped loudly and sucking in air like there was no tomorrow. His cum was now overflowing out of her and, upon seeing that, Spike hilted fully inside her to plug it up as much as he could. Her belly seemed to bulge, filling her womb past its breaking point. Oh, if only she had been in heat, there would have been no doubt that the dragon had knocked her up.
As Spike slid out of Sweetie, allowing a large glob of his seed to spill out of her and onto the floor, Rarity climbed off her sister. She crawled like a beast to where the cum lay, lapping it up without having to be ordered as her flank wagged from side to side in front of her Master. Still grinning, cock still hard, Spike looked down at his prized pet as his tail smacked her flank. A cry rang out, but her tail remained flagged so as to better entice him to use her.
Well, it would be undrakely for him not to! Taking hold of his cock, Spike bent down until he was level with her flank. But rather than aiming for her birthing tunnel, the greedy dragon aimed for her other hole. His mighty dick slid in, needing only a tad bit of pressure from him as her plot had been used so many times before. As the head entered, Rarity lustfully moaned as she paused in her floor clean up while her upper body began to lose its strength. Her arms began to shake the more he entered her until finally they gave out on her, her breasts squishing against the floor while her face landed onto the side in a pool of cum. Rather than look annoyed, her eyes seemed to lose focus as the scent of his masculine dominance filled her lungs.
Once he was inside, Spike slapped her on her cutie mark with his claws but left them on the burning cheeks as he savored her tightness. Like her pussy, her backdoor had had the pleasure of being filled with his cock so that it had been molded to better fit it. A bit tighter than her pussy, clamping down on him from all sides, but not as tight as their first time. It was also clean inside as Rarity always made sure to do so before they began anything in bed. Just in case.
With his moments pause over, Spike began to rut Rarity in earnest. His hips struck her backside as his claws lightly raked at her sides. They both knew that when they were done there would be marks there for days, but neither of them cared. Rarity right now was being the true anal slut that she was, feeling it far more in her ponut than she did in her dirty cunt. Her face was now being dragged back and forth like a washrag on the floor, smearing the cum all over it as well as the floor. Her arms never seemed to regain their strength as they just laid there limply, uselessly plopped on her side as he reached deep inside her. Spike could see bubbles of cum appearing near her mouth when she breathed or tried her best to speak what little she could. Words like ‘Master’ and ‘Yes’ seemed to be the only things her imaginative mind could conceive of at the moment.
A thrill filled Spike at seeing his love like this, knowing that he alone was bringing her to the brink in such a pleasurable way. His cock swelled with joy at feeling the mare’s insides. But, upon glancing to his side, he realized that he was forgetting about his newest slut. So he reached out with his tail to wrap it around her slightly bloated waist before pulling her over. Her body was only slightly limp, her mouth still giving him a stupid little smile as she was brought over to his side.
“All mine,” growled Spike before his lips connected with her nipple. Sweetie cooed with delight, moving her arms for the first time to shakily wrap around his neck. While his eyes were focused on her breast flesh, he could feel her head resting on his as his fangs teased at her sweet little nubs which he sucked on. His tail eventually unwrapped, Spike moving an arm to catch and hold up his shiny new treasure without releasing his mouth from it. However he was not done with his tail as it snaked down to her sore sex, the ridges on it running over her sore sex.
“Yes! Yours!” cried Sweetie as Spike continued to play with his two mares, pleasuring them at the same time.
After many long minutes, Spike felt another orgasm erupt. His hot seed had not diminished from the last several blasts he had fired, but instead had only grown more powerful with each load. Rarity let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a moan as she was filled, the heat of his foal batter filling up her white belly from her back end. More and more was shot in, her stomach bloating just a bit as he dropped Sweetie to the floor.
“Keep it in,” said Spike as he began to pull out. Rarity nodded, not seeming to care in the least about the cum still on the floor. Instead, her focus was on tightening her little star so that only a tiny stream of her drake’s love could escape.
“Now,” breathed the dragon as he turned to Sweetie, seeing that she was on her back and breathing so hard that her chest bounced with every breath. “Time to take that final hole.” Sweetie grinned happily, her arms sluggishly reaching to her flank where she then spread them as far as she could. Giving her Master full permission to take her with no hesitation.
“Please, give this slut more of your wonderful cum Master,” she spoke, barely above a whisper. Though she could not see it, Spike nodded in approval as he reached down for her thighs. In a single motion, he lifted them up and bent her over until her hooves were on top of her shoulders. It was then that Spike noticed something he hadn’t: a butt plug was firmly encased in her rear passage.
“Seems like my prized pet made sure you were ready for this,” Spike said as his lips moved towards the handle of the plug. He gripped it with his teeth, the taste of latex filling his mouth as he pulled it out and with a jerk of his head tossed it to the side. “How kind of her.” No more words were said as Spike lined up his cock with her virgin hole, slowly pressing it downward into her. Sweetie cried out, both in pain and pleasure but did not tell him no. Bit by bit, he slowly entered her, and like with her pussy, planned on shaping this hole so that it would forever remember the shape of his dick.
As he sank in deeper and deeper, Spike’s tail went to get Rarity’s attention. He tapped her several times as she laid there, her eyes slowly gaining focus as the world returned to her. It was only when he was halfway inside Sweetie, her breath quickening again, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, that she finally rose. Without a word, he pointed to Sweetie’s face and, like the good slave that she was, Rarity understood what her Master wanted of her. Rarity stood, her legs shaking to the point where she nearly fell over, but she did not. Instead she walked over to Sweetie so that she stood with her legs between the younger’s head before squatting down.
And now, with Spike’s cock fully inside Sweetie Belle once more, he moved for her final test of the night. His tail reached over to her head, sliding next to it like a serpent before pushing the blindfold off her face. His newest treasure slowly opened her eyes, her breath caught in her lungs as she no doubt stared up at her sister’s clenched ponut.
“You have such a good sister, don’t you Sweetie Belle,” said Spike as he pulled back a bit before thrusting forward. “So generous to have you join us. To get you all dressed up and even prepare this tight little hole. I think you should say thank you by cleaning out all of my cum from her ass!” Sweetie stared upwards for a moment, a whimper escaping her each time Spike began to slam his cock deep into her insides. Yet she did not object, a dreamy look appearing on her face as her head lifted up and her tongue was stuck out. While Spike couldn’t see it, he could hear the sounds of a wet lapping along with pleasured hums in Sweetie’s voice.
Spike was spurred on by this, thrusting deeper into Sweetie as he looked up at Rarity. His prime pet had closed her eyes, teeth clenched as she felt her sister’s tongue probing around her backdoor before entering. Cum was no doubt dropping down onto Sweetie’s face in large globs and, by the animalistic sounds she made, consumed what she could with the vigor of a dog. And like that they continued for however long it took for Spike to unleash yet another load into Sweetie Belle.
“Did I,” gasped Sweetie as she lay pressed up against Spike’s chest as he held her, the two laying on the floor with the dragon’s back against the side of the bed. Holding her possessively with his arms, claws resting on each breast in a more gentle manner than before. He could feel her nipples were slowly beginning to soften as he pressed into her softness. His tail wrapped around one of her legs while his wings pressed against her side. “Did I please you Master? Did Sweetie do…good?”
“You did,” purred Spike into her ear while Rarity reentered the room, a small bundle in her arms. Seeing it, Spike nodded before releasing his claws causing Sweetie to let out a whine of protest. But he ignored her as Rarity moved besides them, handing Spike a collar. A gasp was heard by the three as Spike easily positioned it around Sweetie’s neck, his mare’s hand reaching up to touch it. While he fastened it, Rarity was putting the other item on her: a stocking mask just like the one she wore.
“Now,” said Spike as the collar clicked into place. “You belong to me.” He paused, opening his wing to envelope Rarity as he pulled her in as well. Soon they were side by side, a claw on each breast. “Both of you are mine. So get a little rest, because round two will begin soon.”
“Yes Master,” said the two sisters in a dreamy tone while Spike captured a nipple from each in his mouth.
“Have a wonderful evening,” said Rarity as she politely waved goodbye to her last remaining customer of the day. Her smile held for several moments, her hand still raised until she was sure they would not be returning. Only then did she let it diminish slightly as her hand lowered. She was still smiling, but it was a bit more subtle with a hint of playfulness that was not for her clients. Her horn lit up, the bag of bits she had received flying over to a corner to be locked up while the lights began to dim. Dresses that leaned crooked on their hangers suddenly straightened up while the small bits of trash and dirt that had found their way into her shop were removed.
Once this was all done, however, Rarity began to walk to the door in order to lock it while silently bemoaning she couldn’t use her magic to do so from a distance. This lock had replaced her old one, a gift from Twilight and installed by her dear Spikey-Wikey. According to Princess Twilight, it utilized the same magic nullification that was now around the castle in Canterlot making it impossible for a unicorn to use their magic to pick it. Such a thoughtful gift, especially now given Rarity’s current state. Still, it was such a bother for her to make the trip every day.
But before she could even get halfway across the room, the door opened to reveal two familiar faces.
“Hey Rarity,” said Apple Bloom and Scootaloo in unison.
“Good evening girls,” replied the older mare. “What can I do for the both of you this evening?”
“Well, the both of us were just in the neighborhood an’ thought we’d check up on ya,” said Apple Bloom, her eyes moving away from Rarity’s own and heading lower.
“Yeah, can’t be easy carrying, er, looks like triplets,” added Scootaloo only to be elbowed by a disapproving Apple Bloom. As Scootaloo complained aloud, Rarity brought one hand to her mouth causing the ring on her finger to glisten in the setting sun. It was so adorable to see them still acting like this, even after so many years.
“That’s very sweet of both of you,” said Rarity as her ring hand lowered itself downwards. Lower and lower it went, gliding across her stylish maternity gown she had created only stopping once she reached the large bulge at her belly. Gently she patted it, savoring the feeling of the life inside of her as it moved about slightly. Life created by her and her dragon husband. “But there’s really no need to worry about me dears. I’m getting along perfectly fine thanks to all the care Spike and Sweetie Belle have been giving me.” As she said this part, a light blush appeared on her face and she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying what kind of care she was receiving from the two.
“Yeah, ah,” began Scootaloo as she brought both her hands behind her head, her eyes slightly shifting as if she were scanning the place. “Speaking of Sweetie, we’re heading out to meet with some of the guys and we thought, you know, she might like to come along? Meet some new ponies?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that Sweetie will be able to make it,” said Rarity, her smile twitching slightly as she fought hard not to let it become perverted. Her other lips, however, were not so easily controlled as they began to wink madly while beads of her lust began to form. “We had plans this evening, you see. A movie night with me, Spike, and her. The poor dear was so excited that I think I heard them starting the film while I was attending to my last customers here.”
“I’m sure she is,” muttered Scootaloo, in a tone that most ponies might have missed. Though not Rarity. No, she had been expecting her to say something like that.
And it seemed that she wasn’t the only one who had been expecting her to say something like that since Apple Bloom became a little nervous. “W-Well,” laughed the farmer mare as she grabbed her friend by the wrist, pulling them both to the door. “Glad ta’ see that Sweetie is helpin’ out her family like this. Better luck next time.”
Rarity just stood there for a moment, smiling and waving goodbye to them as the pair made their way out the door. Once the door closed, the fashionista’s eye took on a more mischievous look as her smile grew. Neither of them suspected that anything was different. It was clear that Scootaloo thought that Sweetie was still pining for Spike, refusing to move on from her crush in any meaningful way. Perhaps Apple Bloom thought the same or that Sweetie was just comfortable doing family activities while they lived together. But, regardless, nopony was any the wiser at just how close and personal the three had become.
Quickly turning the lock, Rarity walked towards the stairs while her dress was removed thanks to her magic. The pregnant mare walked up the stairs, trails of juice moving down her legs from her slit as her heart beat fast in anticipation. Even with her belly like it was, Rarity still remained the picture of elegance as her fur was still pristine. Her legs were still soft and shapely, while her breasts had grown a size as they were now preparing the milk that would feed her future young. A part of her wished she could still be wearing one of the wonderful harnesses she had crafted, even if the pleasure received was limited due to her current state. But, as her Master said, if she did wear them things might escalate far too quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was put his future offspring in any danger.
Upon entering the bedroom, Rarity smiled at the scene before her. Spike, her Master and beloved, was sitting at the edge of the bed with nary a stitch of clothing on him. His legs were spread as his other slave knelt before him, pleasuring his member with loud sucks and slurps. “Mmm,” moaned Sweetie loudly with her mouth still full of their Master’s wonderful cock as it went deeper into her throat. Adorable Sweetie Belle was nude save the very same harness she had worn that first night their Master had claimed her. Though there were a few changes. The first was that she now wore a stocking mask like the one Rarity normally wore, ending in a thick collar warped tightly around her throat, when she submitted to her Master. The younger mare’s mane was tied up in a tight bun similar to what Rarity normally did as was her tail showing off the anal plug firmly inserted inside her. The younger sister’s nipples had been pierced with hooped rings with bells attached to the middle. Both of the bells chimed as Sweetie squeezed her ample chest around his shaft and worked it up and down, all while worshiping within her hot mouth. But perhaps the most important change was the mark that now branded her as the property of Spike. The small green dragon’s head with fire circling it were right where it should be above the obedient mare’s sex.
Before entering the room, Rarity got down on her hands and knees to crawl inside. Her pregnant belly swayed slightly, almost touching the floor as she made sure not to get in the way of the nearby camera whose red light showed it was recording the two. A smile graced the mare’s lips as she moved the long way to get to the pair, making sure that nothing could get in the way of recording Spike’s dominating smirk as he looked down at the mare beneath him. Nor did she wish to block the glazed look in her sister’s eyes for even a moment, watching her consumed by her own lust and revealing what a dirty little slut she was for the camera.
After all, this was movie night.
Rarity’s tongue began to hang out, panting like the bitch she was as she made her way up onto the bed. Her dirty pussy was leaking even more now, her juices dripping onto the bed as she inhaled the scent of sex before her. The well trained body of this dirty slave leaked in anticipation, but knew it would still be a while before she could be of use to her Master. So, for now, she did all she could as she pressed her engorged tits against her Master’s face in offering, while looking down at the little bitch that was her sister. Brought to heel by the leash grasped tightly in their Master’s claw, tethered to Sweetie’s collar, a loyal bitch she was indeed.
“Ah, Rarity,” said the Master as he felt her body against his. The white mare shuttered as she felt his tail glide across her flank, the spade circling around her cutie mark. “You’re a little late tonight. Did something happen?”
“No my Darling Master,” replied Rarity with a purr in her voice as her Master turned to capture a nipple between his lips. The pregnant mare cooed as he began to suck, nip, and lick at her nub while she looked down at Sweetie. “We just had some last minute company is all. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom came to see if Sweetie would join them tonight. Of course, this little whore of yours knows her where she belongs. Don’t you Sweetie?”
“Glurk! Hmmmpshurk! Glank!” came the unintelligible noises from Sweetie’s stuffed maw, her face still alight from the bliss of severing the one they loved more than anything. Giving him their everything and more.
However, Rarity’s smile slipped briefly though as she took note of some of the less obvious changes to her younger sister. At least, for now it was.
“Master, what shall we do when Sweetie’s pregnancy becomes more noticeable?” asked Rarity, causing Spike to pull away. “What will we tell her friends, our families, our-” Rarity was then silenced as Spike placed the tip of his tail over her lips, his wings moving behind her in order to drape her. He then gently pulled her in a little closer as to comfort his most prized possession.
“Do not fret my pet,” purred her Master. “I have been working out the details on my end ever since Sweetie tested positive. Right now, I’m just going over the fine print but things are looking very promising.”
“Oh Master,” cried Rarity happily as she basked in his warmth. How silly of her to worry about this now. The mare’s smile returned as she looked down at Sweetie who just kept slurping away at the great dragon cock before her. “If that’s the case, then would you be opposed to adding a few more sluts to our family? I would hate to see you unable to sate your lust even for a few months.”
Master Spike threw back his head to laugh loudly. “Oh, I already have two of the finest treasures in all of Ponyville,” he said while tightening his hold on the leash. “But, even so, there is always more room in my horde. Tell me, are there any gems out there that have caught your eye? You have always been a good judge of quality my pet.”
“Oh yes Master,” purred Rarity again. “I was thinking of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. Those two darlings are still single and it would be such a shame to break up the set. Just image the three of them worshiping at the base of your cock, putting in the same energy they used to put in to finding their cutie marks! Oh, Smolder might do as well! She has been coming to me lately, asking for lessons on how to be more ‘womanly’. Perhaps she might like to take an advanced lesson in becoming a cum dumpster for you. And we shouldn’t forget about Gabby! I know just how close the two of you are. She had matured wonderfully, wouldn’t you say?”
Again, Master Spike barked out a laugh. “Those are such wonderful ideas,” he said before pulling hard on the leash. “Tell me Sweetie Belle, which one of your friends would you like to see turned into a dragon cum craving slut like yourself? Which one should be bound to the bed and bred by my cock?”
For a moment, Sweetie said nothing as she pulled herself away from their Master’s shaft. Rarity watched as Sweetie, eyes still hazy and vacant, moved her head forward a bit to allow the shaft to slide against her cheek. A lopsided smile formed as she looked up at the pair of them.
“Whatever you desire, Master,” was all she said before beginning to inhale the scent of their Master’s ball sack.
Author's Note
Another commission done with another in the pipeline.
Soon, back to my own projects. And one will be popping up sooner rather than later. Hope you all want some fun under the sun with Sunset
