Hitting Those High Notes

Like any good love story that pauses on a romantic note, or a sexual one, or an incredibly raunchy, overwhelmingly orgasmic one, which just so happened to be the note of last night’s activities, there always has to be the cliche of the two lovebirds embracing on a sunny morning. That was no different for Spike and Sweetie Belle. In the heat of the night, one of them, they never found out who, had kicked the blankets away, leaving them both stark naked and completely uncovered, yet entirely peaceful, locked a beautiful embrace that every hopeless romantic would envy.

Sweetie was laid bare on her stomach across Spike’s chest. The resonating heat from his draconic innards warmed her body to comfort. It was better than any blanket. Her legs were spread wide, with her nethers sandwiching Spike’s flaccid yet still moist dragon cock. And, of course, her arms were tightly swathed around her lover’s neck.

Spike’s sleeping form was far less refined and sexy. To say it was eloquent was a blatant lie, with his arms broad out across the width of the bed, with his legs bent and his head awkwardly tilted diagonally. His mouth was open, and he was snoring. It was about as quiet as a turbine. All it took was a ray of sunlight across his eyes to force him awake.

“Woah, hey, tone it down, Celestia...” he groaned. “Spikey Wikey still needs to recharge his batteries...” Licking a tongue over his dry lips, Spike opened his eyes. And immediately shut them afterwards, hissing at the blinding light. “Mmmrahgl... At least put some shades over the sun,” he muttered, risking to peek from beneath his closed eyelids again. He blinked a few times, forcing himself to adapt to the light, then finally yawned deeply with a stretch. Several cracks and pops of joints having settled in the wrong place during the night and realigning were heard from his body. Particularly one echoing off his back. “Ah, that’s the stuff.”

With a final crack of his neck and sigh of relief, Spike glanced down at the stunning starlet wrapped around his torso. He had a moment of clarity; moving now to possibly raid the fridge or mix another beverage would rouse her from her picture perfect posture. Which was a major shame for him, because a serious jones for a sapphire cocktail was rending his mind. He settled for stroking Sweetie’s mane, then leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Good morning, my little rockstar,” he chirped. All Sweetie gave as a response was a sleepy moan.

Spike decided to take on his ‘king of leisure’ pose again, and he just decided to enjoy the moment for what it was. This was life. This was the life. A wonderful romp with many of Equestria’s hottest mares and stallions was just another night for him, and he was okay with that. He never took such carnal pleasures for granted. Sex was art, and he had a fine appreciation for the arts. That was one of the many reasons he was so smitten with Sweetie Belle. And it was one of the reasons why he carefully leaned over, ever so cautious not to wake her, and opened the bedside table drawers, searching for a... “Ah, there you are.”

He triumphantly held the sketchpad and mechanical pencil over his head like the hero character in The Tales of Serena. Thank Luna, there was still lead in the pencil. With a click and a fresh sheet of blank paper, he got to work.

Some time passed as the sun grew a little further from the horizon. Sweetie Belle rustled a little, singing indecipherable lyrics to a rhythmless song under her breath, before her eyes dragged open. “Mmm... turn off the alarm clock... Rarity, I don’t wanna... it’s the last day of school.”

Snap. The lead broke off the pencil, leaving a nasty stain of black on an otherwise flawless picture. Spike sighed and rubbed his forehead, then caressed Sweetie again.

“Whatcha drawin’?” she asked. Although, with her just coming out of the dreamscape, it sounded more like, “Whhddrgh drraawn?” Spike understood it based on context alone.

“Have a look-see,” he said. He flipped the sketchpad around to face his sleepy mare.

She took a moment to register what was in front of her on account of her eyes still waking up, along with the rest of her, but a delayed smile came her way. “Aw, that’s beautiful.” She then pouted her lips. “But is my bum really that large?”

Spike smirked. He set the pencil in the drawer and closed it, then dropped the sketchpad on the bed. The erotic picture of Sweetie Belle was very visible. That gave him a good visual for later use. He continued talking as he grabbed Sweetie’s shoulder and slowly slid along her back to delicious rump. “I’m gonna take a page out of Applejack’s book and be entirely honest with you,” he said. He gave Sweetie a firm grab; not quite a spank, but it make her gasp regardless. Now that he knew she liked pain, after the mane pulling from last night, he was willing to work her a bit harder. “You have a huge, breathtaking, spectacular heiney.” He rubbed into the that patch of fur, drawing out Sweetie’s pleasured gasps. “I mean, that thing is good. I wanna be friends with it.”

She was blushing furiously while she held a heartened smile. She closed her eyes and hummed into Spike’s lower stomach. “Mmm... It is good... Keep doing that...”

Her cooing acted as a radar. Spike knew that if her cooing intensified in pitch, he was just another grab closer to reaching her sensitive spot, the one place that would make her utterly surrender to him. Everypony has one. He remembered Pipsqueak’s was just up and left of where his neck met his muzzle. It was like making a puppy shake its leg. And speaking of puppies, Spike let out a doggish growl in response to Sweetie’s little noises, contrasting her feminine submissiveness to his draconic influence.

“Hey, didja know,” Spike said, with his touch moving dangerous inward, “that I have a huge hoard?”

Sweetie lifted her head, giving him a curious glance before looking down. She caught a view of him. While he had described his penis as humble in comparison to an equine’s, it was still in the top ten of Sweetie Belle’s book. She loved how the ribs felt on her palm as she stroked it. She felt a little bit wetter when she remembered how warm and enticing it felt inside her clam. “Yeah, it is huge...”

Spike wasn’t using play-on words. He stopped with his foreplay and said, “Uh, thank you... But the hoard is not my junk.”

“Oh?” Sweetie sat up, removing the last of the blankets that covered her legs. She posed like a swimsuit model, with one arm across her hip. The other was still playing with Spike’s hoard, which was still not a euphemism, so she tried to stop calling it that in her head. “So, you’re talking about actual dragon hoards? With, like, gems and gold and necklaces and a bunch of other shiny things?” She wasn’t selfish or greedy, but the thought of such a beautiful trove made her hand accelerate on Spike.

The drake smirked, spreading his legs to give her a little more room to work with. She leaned down and put both of her hands into the mix. “Pretty much Hay-Z’s wet dream,” he said. “But I was referring to a different sort of hoard.”

Sweetie let out an “Oooh,” as she massaged Spike’s testicles. She treated her nut rub like she was making a pastry, lightly clasping and palming the bread. She dabbled her fingers in Spike’s precum, doing away with friction and making her strokes all the faster. “Like, a hoard of woman and dudes? So many ponies wanting to get a piece of this hot, soaking dragon dick?”

“So many. And you know...” He inhaled quickly. He was already getting close. “Jeez, you’ve got epic arms...”

Sweetie, instead of saying something along the lines of ‘Thank you,’ expressed her thanks by licking the head of the dragon cock. She ran her tongue along it gradually, and when she was done, she left her tongue hanging to show Spike the precum she had lapped up. He beckoned to her, and she came in for a kiss. The dragon tongue flicked at hers, giving Spike a taste of his own salty seed. He always loved doing that.

Who says only she has to swallow my spunk? But that wasn’t the question he was asking. “So, you know why I’ve got this hoard?”

The starlet, a craftsmare of lyrical and instrumental art, could only shrug, warranting a pout from the drake.

“Oh, come on.” Still leaning back with his legs well spread and his erect cock just standing there, half jerked and left hanging. He gave himself a stroking job, looking at Sweetie with the best seductive gaze he could. Eyes half lidded, head tilted, and very relaxed shoulders. Works every time, he thought as she returned the look. Once again, the combination of cute and sexy made him absolutely rigid. “Come on, tell me honestly. Why is it that most ponies I sweet talk want a piece of this? Tell me why I successfully made love to Vinyl Scratch, Pipsqueak, Caramel, Junebug, Ruby Pinch, Dinky, Snowflake—”

“Snowflake?!”

“—Lickety Split, Cloud Kicker, Tw...” The drake stopped himself. His blush nearly took over his whole face. “Twist, and, uh... Miss Cheerilee.”

If Sweetie was drinking anything, she probably would have spat it all out. She was blushing too. “Holy crepes, Spike! You humped Miss Cheerilee?!”

“That’s a good story, I’ll tell it to you sometime,” he said sultrily.

He watched with great intent as his white coated lover’s arousal grew, flagged by the arousal glistening on her upper legs. Those legs were showing off a surprising amount of acrobatic ability. She was scooting back as she spread her legs like an trapeze artist. It was uncanny for somepony with as much fluff as her. Spike realized what this was the moment Sweetie’s hooves glanced his shaft.

“Oh, Luna’s sweet moongina. Is this a hoofjob?”

“What do you think?” Sweetie stuck her tongue out.

Spike braced himself for arousal, but simultaneous discomfort. He was all for trying something new and sexy, and watching that mare spread wide open with her hips bucking and her legs pumping, he was sure it would be more than enough to get him off. But it was the surprising sensation of her hooves on his cock that made him tilt a brow. She must have gotten a lot of hooficures... She’s so soft!

It was an oddly arousing sensation for the soft texture of her hooves to rub against his dick. Soft like the usual tenderness of her hands, but these were larger. Firmer. Warmer. He was expecting it to be rough and awkward, but he was quickly growing fond of it. Rather, his cock was, throbbing every time Sweetie’s hooves reached his head and relinquished a dribble of pre. The pleasant surprise, the rousing sight of Sweetie’s naked body and the constant pulses of an approaching climax made this a weird, but highly enjoyable move. Spike made a mental note to try this for himself the next time he took a dude to bed. I’m sure Caramel would like this... Buddy wouldn’t leave my legs alone.

“Okay, Spike... Do you wanna know why you’ve got such a ginormous horde? I’ll tell you why.” Without missing a beat, Sweetie’s hand descended down her curvaceous body to the growing wetness of her pussy. “You. Are. Awesssoome...” Her hooves were still going at a steady pace while her finger inched its way inside. “You... are honest. You don’t beat around the bush, and you never lie to get into bed with someone. It’s what gets them comiiiing...” She bit her lip. Her thumb reached her love button and pressed, rubbing it in. She lost quite a bit of nectar to her mini-gasms, moaning all the while between words. “...back for more. Ah...” As she added another finger to her pink, her hooves put more pressure onto Spike’s cock. This was rougher, but it was a good sort of rough. Like pulling hair, or a spanking.

“What... what else, Sweets?” Spike was trying to keep his focus on the answer to the question he actually had on his mind for some time. It was really hard when her hoofjob was so amazing.

“You are passionate and loving, even if you’re nopony’s coltfriend...” Her hooves started to squeeze together harder with her pace, while her fingers dug deeper into the warm wetness of her vaginal walls. “You’re never aggressive or selfish, always putting your partner over yourself...” Her other hand found its way to her clam, working her clit on the outside while the other still kneaded its way in. “Not to mention...” She was staring Spike down like a cockitrice. “You are just dead sexy... My sexy dragon boy... So hot... Ahhh... You’re like... like... Scootaloo.” Her hands and hooves stopped immediately.

Spike was red hot and one good push away from a climax, so he didn’t hear that at first. It took a moment for the blood to return to his brain. “I’m sorry, what?” His thoughts turned confused. I didn’t know she played for—

Sweetie dived, removing her hooves from Spike’s cock and covering her arousal with the blankets, though she left her breasts out in the open. “No, look!” She pointed behind Spike, whose reaction was surprisingly underwhelming.

If I had a bit for every time this happened... I’d have eight bits! Regardless, he turned and gave a polite wave and a meek “Hello!” to the orange pegasus hovering just outside the window. Although her face was more in the red than anything else.

Scootaloo’s mouth started to move, and she made what Spike was sure was a very valid point on what exactly was wrong with this picture, that is, Sweetie sexing him up with her hooves in broad daylight with an open window, but the specifics of her rant couldn’t be heard. Windows have a tendency to sabotage communication. Spike snickered as Scootaloo made broad pointing motions with all of both arms.

With an annoyed sigh, Sweetie waved her hand. Her light green aura enveloped the window and formed a fabricated hole, which allowed Scootaloo entry, followed by an overly flared landing.

She was still in the middle of her rant. “—your free time sucking gigantic dragon cocks, Apple Bloom can pay the farmhands with her vagina and nobody bats an eye but Celestia forbid I touch myself to a poster of Rainb—” Sweetie’s aura slapped itself onto her mouth like glue, shutting her up right away. She continued to mumble, despite that, but eventually she caught her cool, and the aura faded away. “So, uh, what’s up, Spike? Besides the obvious.”

The drake was unashamed of presenting his dragon to the rambunctious pegasus, and he wouldn’t have been all that successful in hiding it. Scootaloo was clad in a blue one-piece swimsuit, accented with white stripes at the hips, and boy, were there ever hips. They weren’t as fluffy as Sweetie’s, being more pronounced and muscular, but they didn’t look as squeezable. But on the bright side, her breasts were perkier than a hamster on coffee. Granted, comparing them Sweetie’s would be like comparing tangerines to watermelons, or.... giant tits. But anything larger would look unnatural on a pegasus who dedicated her teenage years to gyms and ridiculous amounts of time in the air. It certainly made for a trim body.

“You know me,” Spike said. “Just living life to the fullest.”

“Yeah, and getting your mess all over Sweetie Belle’s hooves. You know that PMZ’s gonna rip her apart for that.” Scootaloo counted on her fingers. “Not to mention her manager, and her record label, and Rarity...”

“Oh, yeah...” Spike’s cocky confidence began to fade, and he buried his head in his hands. Not even Sweetie’s gentle touch on his shoulders, or her following embrace from behind was enough to dry his dampened spirits. She knew it was a bad haunting when not even she could exorcise his demons.

“Are you okay?” She ran her fingers across the drake’s shoulders. “You’re real tense. Want a massage?”

“Enticing as that sounds, I think I’ll sit that one out.”

“Okay...” Sweetie settled for wearing a sympathetic expression and laying on her side, looking sexy as all get-out. Spike noticed she had a cloth in her hands, which she must have conjured to clean her loins of anything regretful.

Scootaloo broke the awkward silence by punching her own palm. “Well! If you two aren’t too busy humping each other’s brains out, or at least wanna take a break, the rest of the Crusaders are downstairs at the pool.”

“This place has a pool?” Spike asked bewilderingly. He completely forgot to check earlier, on account of booty call. But the idea of taking a dip made him drop the sad act and stand up enthusiastically. “I’m game!” He pointed to Sweetie. “Alright, let’s get you in the most revealing bikini we can find and take a dive!” She too jumped and gave him a huge hug, with one leg raised. Kinda like a sepia tone romance flick.

“See you there, dudes.” Scootaloo flapped her wings and flew to the window, which Sweetie opened once again with her magic.

As the window closed, Sweetie gave Spike a half-lidded stare. This one was more naughty than sexy. “Cliffnotes, Spikey Wikey; you have my permission to stare at my friends.”

Four bombshells of varying body types in bikinis. Spike would have lost his marbles if he wasn’t allowed to indulge his eyes.

Summertime. It is a season full of sunshine, laughter, recreation, and love.

It is a time where beautiful mares with their hearts full of joy and serenity frolic to the water to cool their sweating bodies and escape the sun’s lack of mercy.

A time when they strip down from their t-shirts, tank tops, hoodies, leather vests or whatever until their fur is showing for all to see, with only a hint of their bare bodies left to the imagination.

It’s a time when those mares subconsciously make every possible move to accentuate their supple, bouncing breasts, their plump rears, their long, luxurious legs, and all the while huddle close together, so close they may as well be kissing.

Summer is a time when I try to keep blood from gushing out of my nostrils. Current status: darn near anemic.

Spike’s pencil stopped its trek along the notebook when he felt Sweetie reach for his chest. “Doing a little poetry, are we, my dragon boy?” He looked up to see the starlet’s upside down face, shaded by the light of the sun behind her. Regardless of the obscurity, she still looked stunning.

Spike set the notebook down on his lap and pushed himself up by his elbows to give her a quick kiss. It went beyond that when Sweetie pulled him in by his cheeks and opened her mouth, forcing her tongue against his and taking in his saliva. By the time she pulled away, Spike was gasping for air, but he tried to keep a cool attitude going. “Nice,” he said.

Sweetie gyrated her way to the reclined seat nearest Spike as she threw on some large sunglasses. “Think I’m gonna catch some rays,” she said, sitting down and swinging her legs around. She flaked out, surrendering her body to Celestia’s mercy.

That’s gonna make her coat look amazing, Spike thought. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was laid out in all her splendor, more magnificent to the eyes than any other sight he could think of at the moment. Even the best artists or sculpturists in the world wouldn’t be able to fully capture her beauty. But hey, they could try. I tried.

Her swimsuit fit her curvy figure perfectly. Blue with white highlights around the edges, and a white microphone printed on the side of the bottoms. The best part of all, in Spike’s mind, was that the bikini top was strapless. That meant all the more fur for him gape at.

Of course, no paragon of beauty was complete without a glass of wine, which Sweetie sipped ever so elegantly. “What year is that?” Spike asked, gesturing to the glass.

“Dunno,” said Sweetie. “It tastes like grapes, that’s all I care about.” She good a greedy gulp of the stuff. “Mmmm, grapes.” Her lips curled into a childish smile, then she looked at Spike sinisterly. “You know, I still think you should’ve gone with the speedo.”

Spike facepalmed. Back in the penthouse, on his way downstairs, he only had two choices of swimwear, and one of them would have had him walking about in the outdoor equivalent of a dudethong. It was fairly obvious to him and everypony else, aside from his mare, that he picked the better option, which were flame patterned black trunks. The dudethong? It was bright red.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Sweetie said, holding her hands up defensively. She went back to her sunbathing and wine drinking. She tilted her brow at Spike’s constant eying of her figure. “Are you just gonna eye-bang me all day, honey?”

“Yeah, that was the idea.”

“I thought I said you could stare at the others girls, if you wanted.”

Spike knew the other Crusaders were splashing about in the pool, but he didn’t pay attention to them. Now that the offer to oggle was open, he suddenly only had eyes for Sweetie Belle. He had a sneaking suspicion that if she had told him he was forbidden from staring at other mares, he would have disobeyed. It was just like when Twilight told him not to peek at her in the shower. How could he have not? ...Come to think of it, she wasn’t even mad...

“And you said you were gonna do it, so...” Sweetie shrugged, giving Spike a quizzical look. “Just curious.”

“Well, guess I don’t need that much of a push.” Spike sat up, crossing his legs and getting comfortable for what he was sure to be a good show. And he sure got it.

Scootaloo, still wearing that skin-tight one-piece, was leaping along the water like some sort of controversial religious figure, using her wings to keep herself afloat. She was getting good at her flying stunts. She followed up a triple hop with a flip through the air, landing with a vertical split on the surface of the water. “Tada!” she shouted. Her long, athletic legs were only emphasized further by the glimmer of the pool. Despite her being the only one of the Ponyville Crusaders to not have her mark yet, Spike was sure she was well on her way with those skills. Which made it all the more hilarious when she received a beach ball to the head from across the pool, sending her toppling into the water. When she breached the surface a few seconds later, the natural spike in her mane was ruined and her suit was utterly soaked, revealing certain parts that, if it were any other day, she’d probably not want anypony to see. She shot an angry glare at the one who threw the ball.

Apple Bloom was on her back in the water, heartily laughing her toned rump off. Spike still couldn’t comprehend how such an tiny, waddling filly had become such a powerhouse. Of course, all those years of working the farm had to have some role in giving her such a strong body, in addition to her newfound career as a carpenter, represented by her hammer-over-apple cutie mark. Despite all of her muscles and biceps and... legs, she still had her feminine side showing, especially through her swimsuit. She wore a yellow bikini top decorated with red apples (Go figure, Spike thought) over her prominent breasts and a skirt of the same color around her hips.

Somepony else, this one with a deeper voice, laughed out loud, and Spike turned to see the infamous Babs Seed, who looked keen to throw another beach ball just for laughs. She was sitting at the edge of the pool, just getting her hooves wet. She had a very masculine appearance to her, with her short mane and broad shoulders, but it was her enormous bust that set her apart from the other Cutie Mark Crusaders. Her cutie mark was very easy to see on her bulky legs; an iron shield, which she earned protecting Apple Bloom from some bullies back in high school. That was the same day she was offered a job at a local gay bar, Foolers, as a bouncer. Spike remembered how dead sexy she looked when she tossed Snips and Snails out on their asses when they tried to sneak in (“I thought a game bar would be fun!” Snails had said). Babs’ huge breasts were very visible, thanks to her undersized black top. Spike wished she had worn more revealing shorts, though. He was incredibly attracted to such a powerhouse, which was why he decided to get up and talk to her.

“You know, in dragon culture, the females are the dominant ones,” Spike said to her.

“That so?” she said in that thick Manehattenite accent. She flexed one of her arms. “Guess I’d be right at home there, then?”

“Heck yeah.” Spike gave her upper arm a good squeeze, or at least he tried to. It was like trying to squeeze... bricks. “Hell, you could probably wrestle with the best of ‘em.”

“Oh, that sounds like a blast.” Babs did a few playful punches at Spike’s chest. His scales muted the pain well enough but he still felt the sheer power she had in her body. That was why he was sporting a rather embarrassing partial. He stood with one leg in front of the other to keep it obscured.

“You know, we should hang out more. You seem like a pretty radical dude.”

“Ya think I’m a colt or somethin’?” she said, giving a mock pout. She sat down by the poolside table. “Just messin’ witcha. Actually, I’m workin’ another club tonight, if you wanna to come by for a drink. It’ll be on me.”

Spike was happy to strike up a conversation with her anytime, especially with Ponyville’s rising club scene, but another mare still consumed his thoughts for the time being. He shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t. Not tonight, anyway.”

Babs began eyeing Sweetie Belle, who stuck her tongue out mockingly. “Ah yeah, that’s right,” said the powerhouse. “You’re bangin’ her for the weekend, ain’tcha?”

Spike blushed at her use of such a juvenile word. “Well, I prefer the term ‘making love with’, but, yes, I am, uh, banging her.”

“An’ how’s that workin’ out for you?”

Sweetie Belle was giving Spike a very, very dirty glare, something he would only expect to see in some feverish fantasy. But he got the message. “I have to be honest...” He turned back to Babs. “It’s awesome. This is the highlight of my summer, right here.”

Babs leaned over, exposing even more of her breasts. Her look was mirroring Sweetie’s, but it looked far more intimidating. “So you’re a good lay, huh?” she asked with a smirk.

Spike leaned in as well. He figured he may as well play along with her flirting. Sweetie sure didn’t seem to mind. “I like to think so, yes. As soon as I get into Sweetie Belle, she just can’t.” He paused for emphasis. “Stop. Moaning.” A blush appeared on Babs’ brown fur, making Spike giggle. He put more strain on his words. “I’m like a Romane god to her, the way I lean over her and rock her world. When she climaxes, she feels it all night. Then she leans over me and takes charge while I kick back. Then, after all that, I—” Babs inhaled suddenly, like she had forgotten to breathe throughout the whole sexual rant. “Oh, looks like I’ve piqued your interest.”

“I... think I get the idea.” She had a fair bit of fluster in her voice. She was drumming her fingers on the table with anticipation. Her other hand’s fingers, well, they saw fit to go elsewhere. She curled them up and coughed into them. “So, aheh, yeah. That offer, with the club? I recommend you take me up on that sometime.” She cocked a brow. “Like, real soon.” She stood up and walked towards the pool, presumably to cool off.

Spike stepped up to her quickly. “Oh, one more thing.”

Slap.

Babs let out a very un-macho “Ah!” and felt for where Spike patted her on her ample rump, then giggled as he passed by. She cleared her throat again and jumped in the pool before Apple Bloom and Scootaloo could humiliate her about it. Then again, for that to have happened she’d had to have grown gills real fast.

“Very smooth, Spikey Wikey,” said Sweetie Belle as she traced the edge of her wine glass. She held it up like she was giving a toast and drained the rest of the glass. “It’s a little pre-emptive to say, but by the end of next week, you’ll have had another Crusader in the bedroom.”

“You’re a good friend, Sweets.” Spike sat down near her legs and traced across them with his eyes. It was hard for him to comprehend that her smooth cloppers were clopping him off less than a half hour ago. They looked so innocent when they weren’t moving up and down repeatedly. On his cock. Regardless, he saw no shame in lifting them up and giving them a good rubbing. Sweetie’s light chuckles and relaxed sighs told him he was doing the right thing, running his claws along her ankle, while the thumb of his other hand worked into the crevasse of her hooves.

Sweetie set her empty glass aside and said, “Keep that up, hon. I have an idea.” She put two fingers to her mouth and whistled. It was a little too effective, forcing the other Crusaders to clasp their ears.

“AH! Mah earballs!” shrieked Apple Bloom.

Babs shot Sweetie a harsh look. “Whatsa big deal?”

“Gather around, everypony!” said Sweetie. “Spike’s gonna tell you an...” She tapped her lip as she searched for the right words. “...enticing story.”

Scootaloo, still all wet from her involuntary dive, flew in, sprinkling the rest of the Crusaders and Spike. “What sort of story?!” she asked, pumping her fists with excitement. She touched down next to Apple Bloom, who had just gotten out of the water and tied her drenched mane into a bun. “It’s been so long since we all hung out, I bet Spike’s got a ton of awesome stories!”

“Uh, okay.” Spike continued his massage while he thought of something interesting to talk about. Well, the concert is still fresh in everypony’s head, I could tell my side of that story. Uh, Pinkie Pie’s awesome party at the strip club was last week... Oh! There was that time I asked for ‘the usual’ at Aloe and Lotus’ spa and ended up getting a—

“He has a particularly good one called he fucked Miss Cheerilee.”

Spike expected the Crusaders to gasp. Actually, he expected the entire world to gasp. Heck, even he felt like gasping a little. So he was left a little let down when the girls merely looked mildly shocked. But he didn’t blame them. To the day, he still had difficulty believing that story actually happened.

And apparently Scootaloo agreed. “You gotta be kidding me,” she blurted out, her jaw hanging open. “Spike actually boned the teacher? How the hell did he manage to do that?”

“Watch the fuckin’ language, Scoots,” snapped Babs. “Let Spike talk. I wanna hear this.”

Apple Bloom suddenly cut in by saying, “Not that Ah don’t wanna hear this—” Spike noticed the apple red in her cheeks. “ —but Miss Cheerilee is more innocent than a family of bunnies hoppin’ through the daisies under a double rainbow. How didja get her in the bud?”

Spike snickered while he leaned back in the recliner with Sweetie. “Well, where do I begin?”

“Try the beginning.”

“Okay, Sweets.” He clasped his hands together. “Right. End of the school year just last month, it was a pretty swell summer day, and the students were all antsy to get out of the class and soak up the sun. The only thing going down that day was a presentation on dragon anatomy. And guess who had the honor of giving such a presentation? Yeah, you know who. It was worth it just to be guest speaker, but then things took a turn for the saucy. Cheerilee decided that there was no point in delaying the inevitable and dismissed all the kids early. I was about to pack up but she was fixated on the anatomy pictures. She asked me, ‘Spike, are these to scale?’ I happily said yes, and she suddenly got interested. We talked for a little about relationships, like her regular spring flings with Big Macintosh—”

“The frack?!” shrieked Apple Bloom.

“—and my recent exploits. That’s when I noticed she had quite a few buttons on her blouse undone, revealing a flower patterned bra. And her dress was way shorter than usual. And she was sitting up on her desk with her legs crossed. We both knew where that was going. Our lips met halfway. And then, well, I took charge, ripping off her blouse. As she leaned back onto the desk I pulled off her dress, then her panties immediately after. That’s when I tongue bathed her legs, leading up to her snatch. I wormed my way inside, but I always pulled away to lick the outside and calm her down. I made her last. Then she lifted her bra off so I could tease at her nipples, and Celestia, they got hard like spires. I suckled her like a baby. Then she gasped, ‘Fuck me Spike... Take me now!’ As cliche as it sounded, how could I have refused? So I totally railed her, right on the desk she teaches from. And after all that, she said that any time I want an 'after school special’, her door is always open.”

There was another pause, this one much more satisfying than the last. Apple Bloom cleared her throat. “‘Scuse me for a moment,” she said, stepping around the corner.

“Uh, yeah, me too.” Scootaloo rubbed her arm like she always did when she got nervous, then flew after Apple Bloom.

“Well, that was huffy,” said Sweetie Belle. She stifled a laugh. “Didja see how red they were?”

Babs cackled and slapped herself on the knee. “Oh, they were red!”

Spike was laughing the loudest of all. “So red!”

That moment of laughter lasted a good minute or so. Babs had to sit down again to exhaust the remaining cackles in her, and by the time she was finished, she had tears in her eyes. Also, Spike and Sweetie Belle were kissing again, resting side by side as they wrapped their embrace around each other. The drake rubbed into the small of the starlet’s back, tickling at her skin and making her giggle into his mouth. She pulled away to kiss his beak, then clutched his cheeks as she pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Lightbulb,” she whispered to him. “I am just about to be brilliant.” She kept touching his chest as she leaned away, with her rump facing the sun. Her hands traveled up to her shoulders, then she sat down and turned her back to Spike. “Could you unhook me?”

Spike cooed as he obliged, slipping his claws beneath her bikini strap. “Let me guess. I give you a sexy rub down?”

“Not to say that isn’t a good idea, but I’ve got something better on my mind.” The strap came undone, and Spike was treated to a gorgeous view of smooth, bare back.

“Oh yeah?” he said. He hugged her from behind, squeezing her breasts under his arms. She hummed at the warm, smooth touch of his scales. Just going less than an hour without such intimate touch had left them both crazy with want. Granted, Sweetie had no intention of leaning over Spike and going to town on him right then and there, that would be just plain indecent. Her idea was a bit more... teasy. Which she showed by pulling her legs up close to her stomach and slowly removing her bottoms.

“Skinny dipping~!” she sang. She stared at Babs as she kicked off her last article of clothing and tossed her sunglasses aside. “You. Lose the clothes now.” She stood up, taking a sassy pose as she turned to Spike and gave him a full frontal view of her fluffy figure. Her smile broadened. “You too, dragon boy.”

This was a crazy idea. Beyond crazy. It was Screwball levels of crazy. But Spike thrived on crazy ideas. He ignored the little amount of doubt in his head. “Oh, heck yeah.” He reached to rip his trunks off, only pausing to glance at Babs. “Uh, you don’t mind?”

Seeing the look in her eyes was a lot like staring down the mouth of a manticore. “You’d betta take ‘em off.”

“Well, alrighty,” Spike said, sort of aroused and intimidated at the same time. Off went the only thing shielding the village from the dragon.

Babs involuntarily leaned over for a closer look. It was like the free chips at a restaurant. She just had to indulge herself. Her legs ground together at the sight of Spike’s tool. “Nice,” she said with a thumbs-up.

“Thanks.”

Babs was doing away with her own bikini, releasing all restraint on her bust and letting her ginormous breasts fall free across her chest. Spike had to release a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the sight of her naked upper half. Those two great squishy mountains were drawing every bit of his attention. He was sure that if he stared for too long, she’d either thank him or slap him across the face. But he was sure the offer of drinks would still be open.

Whatever the case, his tool was certainly getting overworked at the sight of the voluptuous Babs. He had to cross his legs for fear of letting his arousal go noticed. Yet, the wink she gave him as she bent over tipped him off that the gesture was meaningless. For a burly girl, she knew how to put on a bit of feminine charm. And she looked surprisingly tight for her size. But Spike decided to save that for another time.

“Hey, Spike,” Sweetie called out, shocking the dragon out of his stare contest with Bab’s breasts. Smirking mischievously at him, she asked, “Mind topping me off?” She rotated her wine glass.

“Add me in too, dude!” Babs said, winking again at Spike with an intensified sultry glare.

The drake felt a bit whipped, but he wasn’t about to deny two fine ladies their beverages, and he knew alcohol, sugar and skinny dipping was the only combination better than peanut butter and ruby on sourdough bread. “Um... coming right up, ladies,” Spike said. He about faced to go around the corner of the hotel to grab the drinks.

Let’s see, I wonder what Babs likes... Her body says hard Sparkle Cola, but her attitude says Rainbow Blitz... Ah, hell, she’s a clubber. I’m sure her tastes aren’t too picky. Besides, I know what she really wants is a sip of...

And just as he rounded said corner, he took witness of something that immediately drove away the thoughts of acquiring drinks from his mind.

What could only be described in explicit detail was Scootaloo tonguing Apple Bloom. The nubile farmer's skirt was hastily thrown to the ground nearby, while the top part of Scootaloo’s one piece was pulled downward to reveal her perky breasts. Apple Bloom threw her head back and gasped, with a slow series of moans escaping her throat. “Mmm... Oh, that’s good... Keep doin’ that...”

“Ah yeah, you know it...” Scootaloo was pressing the flat of her tongue against the farmgirl’s clit. While one hand was wrapped around, getting a squeeze of yellow bum, she dragged her other up Apple Bloom’s leg, slowly and agonizingly.

“Oh, please, please put ‘em in there, finger me good...” The farmer looked so helpless and vulnerable despite her muscular frame. She shakily undid her wrap and let her strong, sturdy breasts out for Scootaloo and, unbeknownst to her or the pegasus between her legs, Spike. “Do it, Scoots...”

The young pegasus got off her knees to look Apple Bloom in the eye. She only paused a moment before she pressed herself into her for a depraved, open mouthed kiss. Her orange fingers were still teasing at Apple Bloom’s inner leg, walking their way up. Her index and thumb parted the farmgirl’s lower lips, and she sunk her central digit inside.

“Mmmm...”

“How hot was that story, huh?” Scootaloo kept her mouth unforgivably close to Apple Bloom’s, which was frozen open in a dissonantly quiet moan. “Miss Cheerilee, laying there, completely exposed, completely fuckable on her desk, begging for Spike’s dick inside of her? Admit it, you’re thinkin’ about Miss Cheerilee right now, ain’t you?”

Apple Bloom’s panicked eyes said that was just plain wrong, but she nodded anyway.

A million questions were running through Spike’s head. How long has this been going on? Was this a spur of the moment thing, or are they actually dating? Are they one direction or middle of the road? Will this ruin my chances of bedding all four of the Crusaders? Come to think of it, aren’t there more Crusaders in Manehatten?

He decided those questions could be saved for later when he remembered he was supposed to be retrieving sustenance for two certain someponies. He make sure to take the long way around and leave the lovebirds to themselves. He was just glad his rampant mouth breathing didn’t give away his involuntary staring. I’m a dude, I can’t help it! he thought over and over.

The trek for the drinks was just one big blur for Spike, and he felt lucky that nopony saw his rampaging dragon on his way to the vending machine. Before he knew it, he had three bottles of different beverages under his grasp. He wasn’t even sure what brand they were. He just wanted to get back to the pool without discovering any other secret affairs. His drakehood wouldn’t be able to take it.

But he should have known his luck would betray him. When he arrived back at the pool, he was treated with a very pleasant sight that made him and his dragon jump, putting a goofy smile on his face and making him lose all class. He could only giggle like a moron.

Sweetie Belle and Babs were both in the deep end of the pool, and Sweetie had the most innocent, curious expression as she groped Babs’ legendarily sized breasts. “Jeepers, and these are all natural?”

And by the look on Babs’ face, this was completely consensual. “Way betta than those plastic bags ya famous types get, eh?” She snickered. “Wanna kiss ‘em?”

Sweetie immediately turned around when she heard Spike make a sudden exhale. He was blowing smoke out of his nostrils and he was erect like his name was skyscraper.

The young starlet let go of Babs and, in two quick strokes, was at the other end of the pool. She rested her arms around the ledge and beckoned to Spike with a single finger.

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