Hitting Those High Notes

To this day, Spike has jotted down at least thirty-seven uses for the female body, specifically the region upwards of the stomach and below the neck. He discovered ten of those thirty-seven during his legendary twelve hours with Vinyl Scratch (An event affectionately titled by the DJ herself, ‘Twelve o’cock rock.’). He discovered many more during a moonlit, er, study session with Twilight. He discovered use number thirty when he found himself snuggling his beak into the cleavage of Babs Seed, wrapping his head in their furry, fleshy embrace, and keeping a smug smirk all the while.

Use number thirty: in a pinch, breasts make for wonderful pillows.

He confirmed such a thing further when he rolled around, with the back of his head snug against her right breast, and his claws were digging into her other one. Out of his peripheral vision, he could just barely see Babs chugging her last can of Jazzmint (The highest available source of caffeine legally purchasable over the counter). She crushed the empty can with a single squeeze and tossed it aside, then brought her hands to Spike’s chin. She dragged him up as she leaned her head over to give him a sloppy, wet kiss.

Meanwhile, all of the constant teasing he’d been enduring, the sight of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo having an, um, oral discussion, and being denied a release nearly an hour earlier rendered Spike pointing sky high, and even getting his claws all over the tough and burly Babs couldn’t have possibly made him any harder.

That was the theory, anyway. When he broke the kiss with Babs, she tapped him on the shoulder. “Okay, I gotta get off my ass. I ain’t playin’ Missy Submissive here.”

Spike nodded in utmost agreement and rolled off of her, along with the beach chair. He landed on his feet when he fell off, and stood up triumphantly with his hands on his hips. “I’d be disappointed if you did, honestly.”

So Babs got to her hooves, stretching her arms over her head. Having a drake sit on her was fun and all, but it wasn’t pleasant for her neck. She looked to the proud drake in question and shrugged at his advancing glare. “What?”

Spike mimicked her shrug. “What do you mean ‘What?’ You’re hot as hell.”

He had captivated her attention. This was the part where he had to explain exactly why he found her so pretty.

“Okay, first of all, I don’t know what your diet consists of, but I like to say... Tons and tons of alfalfa and at least a gallon of milk a day. That’s part of what makes you so... sturdy! And I assume there’s a certain balance of every possible upper body strength workout there is. You must bench three hundred twenty times.”

“In a row,” she said with a point.

Spike cocked a brow. “Really? Dayum.” He put on a construction worker’s whistle as he sauntered over to the mare. “Anyway, what little flab you don’t work off goes to your legs, but it’s in just the right way that compliments your figure, and, uh, hold on...” He gave her a firm grab, squeezing her thigh and warranting a gasp. Babs actually had a moment of weakness, sighing as she wrapped her beefy arm around Spike’s neck. “That feel good? Yeah, you’re still strong down here. In fact...” He walked his fingers around Babs’ leg, getting a giggle out of her when he reached her rump. He slapped his hand to it and gave it a much more firm grapple, shaking the skin a little. “I’d say this is your only weak spot?”

The look Babs was giving Spike was downright evil. “That ain’t the only weak spot on me, dragon boy.”

“Effin’ A...” Spike’s naughty finger wormed its way between Babs’ gradually opening legs. He was just about to plunder the sacred trove.

But his expedition came to an end when Babs suddenly pushed him away. He was only left untouched for a moment, then the mare grabbed him by the cheeks and forced another kiss on him. She forced her tongue inside and didn’t take no for an answer. Miss Submissive has left the building, but Miss Dominant is home. Would you like to speak with her? Yes, I would.

The kiss ended, but Babs asserted herself further by licking Spike’s cheek. She brought her lips to his dorsal fin and said, “On your back, brah. I wanna ride the dragon.”

Spike giggled like a child. “To war!” he shouted. He lowered himself to the deck, splayed his legs and laid down on his back. Granted, it didn’t make for the most comfortable spot for intercourse. He looked around for a certain starlet. “The heck is Sweetie Belle?”

“Hollah!” said the mare in question, coming into view and blotting out the sun with her sheer naked beauty as she drank down a bottle of Forest Spirit (An all-natural alcoholic beverage with a surprisingly good aftertaste). It was good to take a look at some familiar ground, er, girl, and Spike was incredibly thankful when Sweetie folded a beach towel and set it under his head. That was comfort. “Sorry I’m late for the party. I had to tell Scootaloo and Apple Bloom to get a room. I lent them the penthouse for the next, ah, hour, I’d wager, so we’d better do what we must before they get back, because, well, awkward.”

“Think I’m gonna need longa’ than an howa’, Sweets,” said Babs. She was low on Spike, grinding against his rock hard cock. Spike’s playboy face was gone, lost to male lust and want. He owed that to the sweet release he’d been constantly denied coming back real quick. And he wasn’t even penetrating Babs yet. She was rolling her hips against his waist, mashing his cock with her moistening need. Her vaginal lips were getting puffier by the second.

Spike had to drop the ball and save himself a ton of embarrassment. “I’m gonna lose it.”

He could feel Babs’ aroused breaths on his face. They were warm and heavy. “Mmm, yeah, you are,” she said lustily.

“No, I mean, I’m gonna burst all over you the instant you do anything more than this. I can keep going after a good one, but you’ll need to make the most of it.”

Away went Babs’ sexy face, but not for long.

“Ideaaaa~!” chirped Sweetie, in a manner that reminded Spike a little too much of somepony. She didn’t give him too long to dwell on it before she got low on Spike’s face, giving him a fresh look at her lips. “You just cum inside Babs whenever you need to, then she can use your seed as lube while she fucks your dragon cock.”

Spike snickered. “For such a prim and proper teen idol, you’re incorrigible.”

Sweetie moaned at feeling Spike’s hot draconic breath on her exposed pink. “I... I don’t know the meaning of the word.”

Spike pressed his lips to her clam and gave it a kiss, following up with a long, strong lick. “Dirty girl. Somepony oughta clean your mouth out.”

“On it, dragon boy.” Babs continued to grind her pussy against Spike, reaching out and seizing Sweetie. She slammed her lips into hers for an open-mouthed kiss. Sweetie’s eyes were taking up most of her head. She lost control of her body as she melted into the kiss, dropping her hips entirely on Spike’s head and bringing her pink onto his flicking tongue. That made her moan into Babs’ mouth and make her vulnerable to the, ah, cleaning.

Babs removed her lips, wearing a smug look. “Whatsa matta, Sweets?”

“That was, uh...” Sweetie inhaled, still stunned by the passionate kiss. “That’s the first time I kissed a mare. And... I really liked it.”

And it was the second time that weekend that Spike had tended to Sweetie’s need. He could tell she wasn’t the only one aching for him all this time. A few flicks and drags of his forked tongue through her walls was all she needed to drain vaginal fluids. Spike drank in the nectar like it was a mother’s milk. Sweetie’s wet sex tasted of grapes and rock music, because apparently rock music has a flavor. Spike liked that flavor. But it was driving him over the edge.

“Okay, Babs. Now or never,” he said between ministrations. He was throbbing against her puffy slit, just about to shoot off like a geyser, and he didn’t want to ruin her coat.

Though apparently Babs didn’t care. She was holding Sweetie to her neck while the starlet suckled her. A dark purple reminder of a very smexy and very public threesome would remain on the brown earthwalker’s neck for some time.

Babs used Spike’s chest as a support while her hips rose and fell. Her lips parted along Spike’s length and dabbled him in her arousal. She hummed as his head just barely tweaked her nub. “Mmmm.... Aw, you’re so slick, brah...”

Spike’s head felt completely empty, partially because his tongue was just doing its natural thing, pushing its way inside Sweetie’s folds and licking at her walls. The natural flow of her thrusting body was like water; beautiful, seamless and graceful. The drake didn’t want to look away for a second, but Babs’ burly body kept drawing his attention, as was her constant teasing. Spike never had a girl with quite as much control over her pussy as she did. It was a weapon of mass distraction, as were her flopping breasts. As promised, Spike lost all restraint on his climax.

“Coming!” he called.

Babs’ pussy caught Spike’s cock in its grip, with the drake’s erupting seed mixing with Babs’ flushing arousal. Wet white drained from the seams in their bond, and Spike’s dragon eggs were soaked in his own cum. “Ah, that’s how it’s done...” He leaned his head back, blowing into Sweetie’s clam. She shivered and gasped.

Babs tensed up and let out a long sigh. “Agh... I love it when they cum inside me...” She leaned back, stretching out like a supermodel and ran her hand up her leg, picking up stray beads of cum, then ended at the source of that beautiful mess. She rubbed along her lips and the length of the dragon cock. “Ready for more?” she asked. “I wanna make you blow your load at least three more times.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna need some room.” Spike tapped Sweetie on her buttcheek. She took that as a signal to get off his face, and she settled for crossing her legs. She was treated with seeing Babs spread wide open over Spike’s white covered length, with a huge blush covering her face. It was odd. Seeing the drake responsible for a night’s worth of orgasms getting ridden by another mare was next to the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

The big mare blew her mane out of her eyes. “How was I? I’m pretty new at this.”

“I’m not going to lie, you were a little clumsy, but you were still awesome,” Spike said. He clapped his hands together, wiping any possible look of shame off of Babs. “Let’s work on that.” He slowly stood up, still weak from his orgasm, then gripped his semi-hard cock. “First of all, I’m gonna need somepony to work me back up.”

Sweetie Belle and Babs’ hands shot up in the air simultaneously.

Spike grinned mischievously. It wasn’t the first time something like this this happened, but he still relished the feeling of two ponies gunning for the goods. He mosied on over to the poolside beach towel and sat down, putting the goods on display, stroking himself for his mares. He gave both Sweetie and Babs a tilted brow. “If you wouldn’t mind, that is.”

Before he could even blink, Sweetie had one arm around his back, gripping his rump, while the other was running along his moistened length. She squeezed his scales, subliminally urging him to move in and kiss her. He complied, and their tongues were once again at war, with their wet lips hugging each other. Meanwhile, Babs lay flat on the towel, squishing her breasts against the deck. She intertwined her fingers with Sweetie’s on Spike’s cock and licked her lips. “I’m gonna suck ya till you scream.”

She dived, suckling on Spike’s head. She flushed her lips around him and licked the very tip. She then opened her mouth, keeping her tongue spread against the head, then drew it along his length. She slurped like she was using a drinking straw. It tickled, but it wasn’t exactly arousing.

Sweetie broke this kiss laughing. “Oh, Babs. Are you literally trying to suck the spunk out of him?”

Babs’ lips came off of the shaft with a ‘pop’. She looked a little annoyed. “This is how you blow a dude.”

Sweetie clicked her tongue. “No no no no no, that’s how you blow a dude. And then he leaves the hotel room.” Bringing a finger to her lips, she said, “why don’t you try using your tongue a little more? And don’t just suck on him, breathe. Make him,” she inhaled, pressing her arms to her breasts for emphasis, “feel you getting your saliva all over his cock and filling your mouth with his sweet cum...”

Spike stared into Sweetie’s eyes and caressed her chin. “You are so hot.” He forced her into an intense kiss, which she melted into, surrendering herself to him completely.

That sight was enough to touch a nerve for Babs. She wasn’t jealous of Sweetie Belle, that would have been just stereotypical and fem. She was actually just jealous of how much love they put into a weekend fling. “Dammit,” she said under her breath. Spike couldn’t see it, but she gave him a tsundere glare. “I’m gonna blow you and you’re gonna like it!” Her fingers joined back with Sweetie’s, and they pumped in unison. Babs fleshed her tongue out and around Spike, then brought it inside her mouth again. She took Sweetie’s advice to heart, heartily breathing onto him and putting more tongue into it. She also slowed the heck down with her head.

Spike had to break the kiss to let out a moan before Sweetie coaxed him back onto her. Being so relaxed and under the passive influence of two mares tending to all things carnal, he was already fast approaching another orgasm. Babs was getting good, very good, even. This blowjob was wetter, more intimate and just plain saucier, with Babs pressing herself into the effort, plumping out her large ass and genuinely looking like she was enjoying it. And enjoying it she was. The parts of her lips that weren’t wrapped around dragon dick were in a wide smile. She felt some odd pleasure out of bringing a dude to a climax just with her mouth. In a way, she had total dominance over him.

Spike patted Sweetie on the back. He hissed. “Here it goes again.” He landed his hand on Babs’ forehead and pressed. “Pull off, pull off...”

Babs obeyed, but she kept her tongue glued to his tip while her and Sweetie’s hands stroked Spike to his destination. And with that, he blew his load, covering Babs’ muzzle in dragon seed.

“Agh...” she groaned, wiping her muzzle clean. She stared at the white goop upon her palm. “You got a furnace in yer testicles or somethin’?”

Sweetie tightened her embrace around the drake, keeping him from collapsing. “He’s a dragon, Babs. What did you expect?”

“Two dicks?” Babs said with a shrug. Her eyes widened as Spike’s second wave came. She quickly glomped down on his cock and took the rest of the load in her mouth. She pulled off and licked her lips. “Then again, doubt I’d be able to cope with double this spunk.” She gulped and swallowed the whole thing, garnering a new level of respect and awe from Sweetie Belle.

“Double your pleasure, double your fun!” chirped Spike. He affectionately tousled Babs’ short cut mane, then wrapped his fingers around his shaft, stroking it while putting on a centerfold pose, relaxing his left arm on the towel and leaning to the side. He peered down to his soaked length and looked naughtily into Sweetie’s eyes. “So, you want in on this?”

“You had to ask?” The starlet kissed Spike’s cheek, then pressed on his chest. “Lay down.”

He obeyed without question, bringing himself onto his back. Once again, he was the king of leisure, playing the submissive role. “You know what I hate?” he asked rhetorically. “The idea that dudes have to always dominate. Independent musician aside, I work hard, and when I fall into bed with somepony, I prefer to just relax and let them take charge for a little bit.” He gestured to his nethers. “I’m all yours, ladies.”

“Gimme gimme gimme.” Sweetie Belle kissed the ribs on Spike’s cock one by one, working her way up to the head. Her tongue wrapped around the rigid shaft and lapped up his cum. Babs, not wanting to be left out of it for a second, puckered up and suckled on Spike’s testicles, then stuck her tongue out and licked away.

With two moist appendages tending to his dragon, Spike was in utter bliss. Of course, he liked to show his mares how much he appreciated such a selfless act, giving them both affectionate rubbings of their manes. His hips twitched from the overwhelming wet sensations. A dabble of his elixir drained from his tip, which Sweete scooped onto her tongue. She tapped Babs on the shoulder, making the large mare stop her ball fondling. She brought her hands to Babs’ cheeks and went in for a kiss, which only lasted for a second before it turned into a passionate makeout. Both mares’ eyes shut as they lost themselves in the heat of the act and Babs overpowered Sweetie. They fell onto the deck.

“Ow...” Sweetie broke the kiss and held the back of her head. “Uh, towel?”

Babs nodded. “Good idea. Spike, couldja move over?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Spike was caught in a stupor, holding his beak to pressurize any impending burst of blood. He was about to lose every cell of red in his body and he was loving it. “Uh, I’ve got two absolutely gorgeous mares willingly making out in front of me. I’ll move the freakin’ hotel if that’s what it takes.” He rolled over to the corner of the towel and patted the center. “Please, continue. I beseech you, touch each other anywhere and everywhere.”

Sweetie and Babs never let go of each other for a second as they somehow moved onto the towel without even standing up. Babs remained in power, dominating the kissing and winning in tongue play, while Sweetie waved the white flag and splayed her legs out. She grabbed a handful of Babs’ hair and held on for dear life as the big mare thrusted her hips, as if she were actually trying to ram her with an invisible cock.

Sweetie’s other hand gripped Babs’ plump rump and massaged it, like she was working dough. It was mostly the motions of their doughy bums and hips bobbing over each other that had Spike in a trance. He didn’t know if those two were aware that he was masturbating, but he sure as hell didn’t care.

They both were aware he was stroking himself, in fact. And it gave Sweetie another lightbulb. She pulled away from the kiss, though with difficulty. For all her lack of experience with a blowjob, Babs was a wonderful kisser. “Hey.”

“Hey,” said Babs as she drew heavy breaths.

“Scissor?”

“Sure.”

Spike’s jaw nearly hit the deck, but he kept his composure of cool. He didn’t want to feel like the nerdy jackal watching cheerleaders through a hole in the locker room wall. This was supposed to be a mutually fun act between three ponies, not a peep show.

Though it was Sweetie’s idea, Babs took charge once again. She took ahold of a white leg and brought it over hers, and put one of her own over Sweetie’s other leg.

The starlet, fluffy as she was, still looked like a twig when compared to the beefy Babs, but luckily the big mare took that into consideration. “Just let me know if your leg falls asleep, then we’ll switch. Kay?”

Sweetie agreed by giving Babs a quick kiss. “Have you done this before?”

“No, but I’ve walked in on my moms doing it.” The moment Babs said that, Sweetie’s eyes went dinner plate sized.

Wow, a ton of things just started making sense, thought Spike.

Sweetie arched her back, giving her more control over her hips, and watched as Babs did the same. “Okay, you bad seed... Cut me up.”

Babs nodded and pressed herself into Sweetie, making their already mixed fluids splash together in a beautiful mess. Her puffed and plump orange lips graced with white ones. Sweetie bucked into the pressure, and both of the mares’ pinks touched. A surge of pleasure and energy went through them both. “Yeah, like that...” Babs said while she moaned. “Just keep rubbin’ up on me...”

Looking at each other eye to eye, and occasionally glancing down to ensure their sexes aligned, the two mares kept breathing heavily and gasping as they formed an erotic repetition. Babs and Sweetie pushed forward, with their crotches, lips and labia joining together, hugging and glazing while coating the mares and their towels with fresh drops of nectar.

Sweetie had to keep biting her lip until she damn nearly broke skin. She didn’t want to be caught screaming here, the idea felt downright unbecoming. “Mmmmm... Mmmmah...” That was the only sound she could stand to make.

The other mare was much less subtle about it. Babs had a psychotic grin born of the feeling of power and dominance. Even if this was a joint effort, she was the larger mare and she was in charge. That thought alone drove her nethers crazy, but she wanted more. She took notice of Sweetie’s squeamish expression and decided that would never do. “Open your mouth, bitch,” she said.

Sweetie was too distracted with her vaginal walls getting tweaked by Babs’ to hear. “W...wah?” she asked, opening her eyes. She was greeted with Babs’ hands on her cheeks, with large thumbs keeping her from closing her mouth.

“I said open it! I wanna hear you cum.” She bucked especially hard into Sweetie, making the starlet gasp and throw her head back, calling out to the sky. “There you go...”

Sweetie was blushing out of both raunch and a new humbling experience. She giggled nervously as she pitched forward, creating a sandwich of breasts and nipples with Babs. “Ne... Never had someone call me a bitch before...” She giggled again. “I sort of like it. What else do you have?”

“Yeah, you like it.” Babs stopped her humping to press on Sweetie’s chest. “On your back, bitch, I wanna ride you. And you’re not gonna close your mouth.” With a push, Sweetie fell onto the towel, looking vulnerable as a newborn kitty with a pout on her face and her hands in the air.

“Yes, sir— Ma’am!” she said with gusto.

Her and Babs’ legs were still perfectly intertwined. In fact, sans a dick between them, this was the most heterosexual thing Spike had seen all weekend, and it had his entire face red. He had to keep his hands away from his cock lest he be utterly drenched in his own cum, which he was damn near. He wiped a fresh glazing off on the towel and licked the rest away, taking a break from his one-way to watch the two-way between the beautiful mares.

Sweetie's moans returned with an uproar once Babs continued with their dual vaginal stroking. The big mare had fully taken ahold of the figurative reins and was riding the literal horse. Each prod and movement caused Sweetie to squeal a little, while Babs just grinned in pleasure from the simultaneous embarrassment and sexual enjoyment of her submissive victim.

Between grunts, moans and bouts of laughter, Babs kept a wary eye on Spike. She rammed into Sweetie particularly hard, wrinkling the towel. "Yeah! Ah! This is how you do it, Spike! Don't be a fuckin' pussy! Pin her down and shove it in! Make her pour out for ya!" Pin her she did, latching her hands onto Sweetie’s breasts, forced them together, bent over and, between humps, licked away at the nipples, paying particular attention to the aerolas. “Ya like that, bitch?”

“Aaaaahh... Don’t stop, don’t...” True to her word, Sweetie kept her mouth open and spared none of her wails. Her eyes were glazed over and she was sweating up a storm. “It’s so good...”

“Did I say you could talk?!” Hastening her netherhumping, Babs caught Sweetie in a depraved, open mouthed kiss, before backing away. “I said keep your mouth open and scream. Never said you could talk.”

Sweetie obeyed, giving in entirely and just letting Babs rock her. “Aaaaah....” Her voice fluctuated as her body was thrashed back and forth.

“Gonna cum, bitch?”

“Yes...” Sweetie gasped.

“Yeah, same here.” Babs stopped grinding Sweetie into the towel, but only for a moment. She turned the starlet onto her side, curving herself to line up their clits. Just brushing against it made Babs dizzy. She held on tighter than ever. “Alright, let’s squeeze every last drop out of you!” She bucked her hips again.

“O-oh... Oh Goddesses...”

Every possible reason for Sweetie to climax like the last act of a Daring Do novel was coming to a head; her clit being thrashed by a meaty mare, the powerful commands from that very same mare intensifying the ironically blissful sensations plaguing her mind.

Sweetie was in a state of ecstatic pleasure that caused her knees to buckle and her spine to shake as Babs went full force in grinding against her cunt. Her screams cut through the air as she felt every fiber of her being beg for release.

Beyond all ladylike reason, induced from an utterly rent mind, she cried out to her fellow crusader. "Finish me, Babs! Make me cum!"

“You asked for it!”

Babs complied, pushing her nether regions forward and pile driving into Sweetie's pussy. There was no holding back to be had. Nectar flowed from the mares’ slits in torrents as wet, glistening proof of their simultaneous orgasm. Even the dominant Babs looked vulnerable as her eyes fluttered and a blush consumed her face. Her hips gradually stopped bucking, and the scissoring came to an tender finish.

Silently, Babs undid her interlacing with Sweetie, then intertwined her fingers with the starlet’s. She pulled her up to look her in the eye. Sweetie looked like she was only half awake, which she more or less was; she was still caught in the inevitable afterglow, which always made her sleepy. However, she was brought back when Babs wrapped her beefy arms around her for a warm hug.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Hm?” Sweetie asked. She rested into the nape of Babs’ neck, smiling as she felt her mane getting brushed. “What for?”

“Takin’ charge like that. I just caught up in the heat of the moment. Couldn’t control what was comin’ out of my mouth.”

“It’s okay, Babs... It doesn’t matter if you’re a potty-mouth, that was a lot of fun.” Sweetie returned the hug and squished up against Babs. She sighed. The comfort after the storm was, in many ways, even better than sex, especially when she was embracing an old friend. ...Who just fucked her. There was nothing to do but laugh at that fact.

Of course, there was one other friend that definitely hadn’t gone forgotten. He was sitting with his legs crossed, both hands clapping.

“Four out of five stars, ladies,” said Spike. He looked down at the mess his overexcited hands made in correlation with his dick. Semen coated his hands and legs, along with some of the towel. A trippy go-happy expression overtook his face, one that could only appear from someone shooting off several loads in a row. He folded his arms and chuckled. “So, uh, intermission?”

Sweetie clicked her tongue and wagged her finger. “Not by a longshot, Spikey Wikey.” The weakness left her face, leaving nothing but pure sultry to be seen as she crawled over to Spike and beckoned to him with the same finger.

“Okay, so...” Spike was unsure about what she wanted out of him.

“Hands?”

That answered that question. “Oh, of course.” He presented his palms and fingers, which were laced with white liquid. It looked like he was holding a moist spider web.

Sweetie leaned her head forward and took a tepid lick. Scrunching her face for a moment as she swirled his cum in her mouth, she smiled gleefully and swallowed. "Mmm, salty. Better than a bag of potato chips, that's for sure."

Babs joined Sweetie in lapping at Spike's seed, wrapping herself around his legs and tending to his ankles. She took a much larger mouthful of the sticky white liquid, and nearly spit it out as it touched her mouth. "Fuck! Fuck.” She dipped her hand in the pool and dabbled the water on her tongue. “Forgot how hot that stuff is.”

Sweetie held back a giggle. "Well, it is dragon cum, after all. They breath fire, so they cum lava."

Babs took that to heart, making much smaller licks until Spike’s legs were free of his hot semen’s grip. When she swallowed the last dollop, she looked up at the jealousy inducing sight of Sweetie and Spike caught in a loving kiss, mashing their lips together with so much more intimacy than the two mares ever managed. Still, it was fair enough to Babs; it was their weekend. They deserved intimacy.

Looking downward, Babs was surprised to see Spike was still hard. With a rough grip she started sliding her hand down the length of his shaft, while still keeping an eye on Sweetie and Spike mashing lips. But eventually Spike was forced to break contact with Sweetie once his dick started throbbing. Babs' strong handling was getting to him.

"Hey Sweetie, wanna switch places?" the big mare asked, twiddling her thumb and index finger at the tip of Spike's head.

Sweetie made a sitting jump at the offer, and in a flash she was right next to Spike’s cock with her eyes full of desire and her hands in the air like she just didn’t care. “Okay.” She caught her breath and regained her composure. “I’m nearly tuckered out but I’m good for one more.”

“Same.” Spike held one hand up in agreement. “I vote that we milk this out and then go back to skinny dipping with the rest of the Crusaders.”

Babs patted her crotch. “My vagina is all good and fucked out. I’ll just watch you play sub for a while. I wanna see how you two do it.” She slid one finger between her other hand’s fist while she said that.

While Sweetie drew herself over and went full heartedly to ride Spike's shaft, Babs leaned in closer to the drake’s red face. "Okay, dragon boy. Let's see how good your tongue work is."

Spike was too distracted by the starlet’s happy moans and rhythmic bucks to hear that properly. “Buh-wah?”

“I want you to kiss me like you kiss her.”

Without further ado, Babs smacked lips with Spike, forcing her tongue inside his mouth right away. Spike was left wide eyed as her tongue wrestled with his own, while Sweetie bucked her hips in time with her bounces on his dick.

It was easier said than done to fulfill Babs' request. She wanted him to kiss her like somepony she could never hope to be (Not to say that was a bad thing; Spike liked Babs for who she was). But her tongue work was different. It was the difference between Sweetie's playful yet cooperative appendage and Babs' forceful, wrestle-happy one.

But Spike's vast imagination allowed him an enticing fantasy. He simply imagined Babs was another Sweetie Belle. While one happily and merrily slathered his cock in her juices, another cupped his cheek and submitted to his lips, allowing him to smother her in a many year long crush's worth of affection.

He didn't just kiss Babs, he made her feel like a princess.

Sweetie held fast to Spike’s sides as she hastened her bounces and bucks. She wanted Spike deeper, as deep as he could possibly go. “Oh... Oh, my sexy dragon boy... Your thick, warm cock is sooooo wonderful...”

"Describe it for me," Spike said, just barely stopping his perfect kiss with Babs. “I like hearing you talk dirty."

"Ooooh... Like what?"

"You're a singer, come up with something. What’s it like, riding me?" He went back to Babs, though he kept his thoughts and ears on Sweetie Belle.

"I love the feel of your long, slick, slimy, slippery, rock hard dick fucking my pussy!" Sweetie cried out. A moan escaped her lips as she finally directed his shaft to rock her clit, pounding herself into it for all his length was worth. "So fucking big! Ah… it's gonna make me burst!"

Babs’ sweet tongue and Sweetie’s sweet lips had Spike in a similar place, and he knew that if he was going to jack it, he had to make it worth the while. He broke the kiss to devote all of himself to the mare riding him. "I'm cumming too, Sweets. Just let me know when you're ready and where you want it."

"Cum on your chest, you huge fucker!" Sweetie screamed. She shoved all his length into the tightness of her pussy, her vaginal walls enveloping his shaft with their unforgiving grip. "I want to see you covered in jizz!”

Babs pondered that for just a second, then clenched her legs together. “Agh, that’d be so hot!”

The drake’s confusion only lasted until he felt his own orgasm building in his nethers, ready to come with the power of a tsunami on steroids. When one’s thoughts are only of every wonderful little bit of ecstasy associated with carnal pleasures, even the most heinous acts seem sensical, and if Sweetie wanted Spike to come on his own chest, he wasn’t about to deny her such a thing. “Ah, ah, aaaaah... I’m there!”

Sweetie came at the exact same time as him. She damn well nearly didn’t give herself enough time to unlatch herself from Spike and let her juices flow, then palm the dragon cock beneath her, urging it to point towards Spike’s adorably scrunched up face. The hot white liquid she had become so accompanied with shot out in one burst, coating the nape of his neck. That was a little off course. The next wave landed right on the marker, splattering across his pectorals and settling into the crevasses. A weaker third wave ended up pooling into his belly, and the last of the cum ended up dribbling down his shaft.

“Welp, ah...” he laid his head back on the towel, for he was, by all definitions of the term, knackered. “Dig in, ladies.”

Sweetie swooped over Spike’s neck smoothly and sultrily, dragging her tongue across his scales and sparing no drop of cum. “Think this might be the biggest load you’ve pulled off all weekend, Spike...” She moved on down to his pecs while Babs dug into his belly. By the time both of those were cleaned up, the two mares had humorous dribbles of white on their faces (It was much more obvious on Babs than Sweetie, of course). They both met at Spike’s now tired and flaccid dick and kissed each other’s messes away before making one last simultaneous lick on the last dollop. With that expert tongue bath, Spike was left completely clean, and completely spent.

“I can see why Sweetie riding you is your favorite position, dude,” said Babs. She was on her knees, stretching out an arm behind her head. “Yeah, definitely. You get to chillax while she does all the work... Must be relaxing for you.”

“It just feels like we get closer together every time we do that,” said Sweetie. She was curling up with Spike, with her head on his chest and one leg wrapped around his waist. “I’m able to get more of a feel for his body, way more than if he was simply bending me over or doing me dolphin style.”

“Yup.” Spike couldn’t say much, as his many orgasms had eaten away at his ability to be intelligent. Or clever. Or anything other than barely awake.

Babs was doing some deducing, and how she was still wide-eyed and ready to roll was beyond anypony. “And that also means the babe on top is calling the shots...” She snickered. “Oh, you and I are going to have some fun next week.” She started to stand.

Sweetie waved one hand in protest, pouting as she beckoned towards her and the lazy Spike. “Come on, join us.” She curled up closer. “There’s plenty dragon to go around, and his chest is warm.”

Babs spun in a circle, clutching her cropped mane. She then threw her arms down and blew a stray lock out of her eyes. “Agh, you know I can’t resist this sappy shit, even if I can’t stand it.” She stomped over, laying the towel flat with her hoof, then bent over to lay down right next to Spike, opposite Sweetie. She sighed, then kissed the drake on the cheek before nuzzling him and snuggling the rest of her burly body against him. “This is nice...”

They chilled out like that for several minutes in silence, just enjoying equal amounts of warmth from the sun and from each other. Inevitably, it was Babs who broke that silence, reaching over and tapping Sweetie’s hand with her own.

“You know, when you really get going, you sound like a veteran pornstar.”

Sweetie giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

A second moment of silence passed, and this time it was the nubile starlet who spoke up. “Hey, you know what this calls for? Another round of drinks!”

“Yeah, but,” Spike began, “that means one of us will have to move.”

Babs clenched her fist. “Damn.”