Chapters Celestia’s sun shone brightly, illuminating another happy, carefree day for many residents of Ponyville.
What’ll I do? What’ll I do? What’ll I do!?
But not all citizens of the sleepy little burg were in such a good mood.
Spike the dragon paced worriedly in his home, just down the street from his library workplace. Everything had been going so well, he managed to save up enough for a little home of his own, not an excessively large place, just one story, one bedroom, kitchen, bath and a parlor that Twilight made sure he kept at least one large bookshelf in.
Finally, he had even grown without destroying the town, reaching a good six-feet tall when standing on two legs. He wasn't as buff as he thought he'd be when he was little, but instead had more of a wiry strength, maybe a bit bigger than Macintosh when he chose to go on all fours instead of the overbearing size normally associated with his kind. His spines had gotten more of a point, as had his ears, but not enough to be dangerous. Heck, he'd even gotten wings, a good nine foot wingspan that folded neatly against his sides.
And while he hadn’t wooed the lovely Rarity (yet), he had managed to get himself to step back from the Rarity situation to have some rather special relationships with a few very special mares. And although they ended, however amicably, they taught him a lot both about being with a mare romantically and being with a mare…privately.
Those were lessons he had a lot of fun learning.
But it all went downhill with that article in Equestrian magazine. A Crystal Pony who had happened to see him and Cadence take down Sombra when she was a filly had gotten onto the committee for the magazines yearly “Most Eligible Stallion” selection and had made a very convincing case for him. After the committee asked around Ponyville and Canterlot and interviewed him, he won by a landslide.
The article featured stories, pictures and interviews of not only Spike, but many of the important ponies in his life, and the issue had to be reprinted twice in the coming week due to its popularity.
At first, it seemed pretty cool, mares started looking at him in a whole new light as a well-connected, well off, courteous, and not at all bad looking young drake. It did get a bit odd as some mares he’d known for years seemed to give him the bedroom eyes (he sincerely hoped that wasn’t what Granny Smith was doing when she said she needed new glasses), but all in all it was a start to a great new chapter in his life.
A short chapter, as a whole new problem popped up in Spikes life, something he’d never had problems with before: The Law.
One of the stallions Spike had beaten out was the pompous Prince Blueblood, who had paid a beautiful bit to a committee member who later returned the money to cast her vote for Spike. Not really one who was used to not getting what he wanted, the whole situation just set the prince to boiling, and he wasn’t short on help, with a few other “Elite” stallions not liking that Spike apparently made them look bad to their marefriends.
All this led to a few guards dragging Spike out of the library that morning during breakfast with Twilight and their friends and into a court session he was uninformed of and unprepared for because his summons just happened to get ‘lost in the mail’.
Fortunately, Twilight and company followed after him.
While the Princesses couldn’t just dismiss a case without some serious repercussions, Spike was still very much a citizen and was allowed legal counsel of his choosing, as opposed to the shuddering about-ready-to-fall-over-from-anxiety lawyer the "Honorable Judge" Blueblood tried to stick him with. Twilight had even managed to talk her way into a recess, verbally cornering Blueblood into giving them more time to prepare, which a certain baker haggled into a whole two weeks. This left Blueblood looking like he’d sucked down one of Pinkie’s experimental super-concentrated Raspberry-Kiwi Lemon Squares. All of this was more surprising when they returned to the library and Twilight made a rather shocking revelation: She knew absolutely nothing about law.
So now Spike was left on his own in his home while Twilight, with the others' help, went through a crash course on the Equestrian Legal system, all six telling him to let them handle it and not to worry.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve just got enough charges hanging over my head to put me away, or worse.”
And they were all crap anyway. Jaywalking? There weren’t even paved roads in Ponyville.
Loitering and Lollygagging? Really, lollygagging was a crime now?
Disturbing the Peace? Sure, he may get a bit loud at a party, but who doesn’t when Pinkie’s heading things up?
Most of the charges were weak, but some like 'Menacing' could be a problem, even with the weak evidence. He got the feeling that one was just tagged on because he was a dragon.
Spike knew he shouldn’t worry, that he should have faith in his friends to help him, but he didn’t want to just sit around and do nothing while his fate was in the balance. There had to be something he could do. The jury knew he was innocent, heck, he knew pretty much everyone on that jury. Every single…mare…
Wait a minute…
The jury was nothing but mares, even in their predominantly female society, what were the odds?
Actually, Spike thought as he stopped pacing. This could…maybe…
Okay, maybe it was just his pubescent dragon mind, and it may not be… well, it may be immoral, but he could just convince the mares of the jury, the lovely, unattached mares of the jury, and…remind them of how great a guy he was, that he would never hurt anypony, and none of his marefriends had complained before.
Okay, this might work, he just had to remember one thing, above all else…
Twilight must never, EVER find out what he was about to do. If she did, oh man, would there be trouble…
Author's Note
Alright, here this is, the beginning of a collaborative effort between a dozen or so authors, spawned by a comment from KARLOS1234IFY on the story Conquests of a Dragon which was something like this
What mare WOULDN'T want to have sex with Spike?
Can you imagine, if Spike was in court because of a crime?
(Scenario)
Prosecutor John Law: "Spike, did you BANG my witnesses and the mares of the jury to secure a innocent verdict?!"
Spike: " Uhh...I did no such thing."
Mare: "WE LOVE YOU SPIKE!"
Spike: " Shut up, baby! I know it."
So FlimFlamBros. started a collaboration, but got smacked in the face by real life. Then he tagged me in because Life cannot beat that which has no life (Please give me a moment cry a little about my sad life).
Anyway, I got this stuff together, sorta ironed this thing out and we got this thing up and running. Please be prepared for gratuitous amounts of clop featuring Spike with over a dozen mares.
Rutting for Office (DarkDman)
It was the start of a great afternoon in Ponyville. The sun was shining, clear skies and Ponies all around just enjoying this beautiful day.
“So why I’m I inside doing paper work?” asked the mare to herself.
‘Because it’s your job and if you don’t do it nopony else will ,’ was the answer that came from the thoughts of the same mare who had asked the question. Sighing she went back to work.
As Mayor Mare sat in her chair at her desk, looking over scroll after scroll, she would turn to look out the window every couple of minutes to see what kind of day she could be have instead of the one she has. Being the mayor of Ponyville, days like this were the norm, but she did like to take her work outside when the opportunity presented its self. Today was not one of those days. It wasn’t that she didn’t love being mayor. Heck, it was in her name.
It was just that being a mayor didn’t leave her much time for a personal life let alone a relationship with a stallion, or a mare, seeing as stallions are in short supply. She had even made the mistake of getting involved with one of her former assistants. It was going great at first, until she and said assistant did more play and less work. ‘It didn’t help that he had a marefriend and she was getting curious as to why he was always coming home late, but even a short-term fling would have been better than nothing .’
“Is one night of relief so much for one mare to ask?!” the mayor asked aloud.
Now being the kind of mare she was, it wasn’t so much that she had high standards or anything like that. It was just that most ponies, mare or stallion, just couldn’t keep up with her when it came to the bedroom. She didn’t see herself as a mare that was hard to please, it just took more effort to get her the satisfaction that she needed.
“Well, getting back to work should clear my mind of those thoughts. It always does the trick, most of the time, at least,” Mayor Mare sighed as she slumped in her chair hoping to put sex out of her mind.
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A few hours of non-stop working and another day almost gone. Mayor Mare was looking at the last scroll on her desk. It wasn’t a letter that she needed to sign, or same new tax that needed approval. It wasn’t even that anonymous letter that she would get almost once a month about some nonsense about Princess Celestia and ‘Government Timberwolves’. No it was something far more ridiculous than anything she could think of, ‘and that’s saying a lot when you live in the same town as Pinkie Pie ’ the mayor thought as she continued to look at the scroll.
It was a notice to report to jury duty for a trial that she had attended a few days ago. Not only were the charges outrageous, but it was also the pony, or dragon in this case, which was being charge. Spike was being charged with crimes that not only didn’t make sense, but also didn't even seem possible.
“How can you be charged with jaywalking when there aren’t any streets to cross?”
As if the charges weren’t bad enough, the judge was asking for the death penalty or Banishment. But thanks to some quick thinking by Twilight Sparkle, he was able to get more time to plead his case.
“Sure hope we can get him off, would hate to see such a good guy get sent down the river over something like this.”
Mayor Mare really thought it was a shame, Spike is such a good dragon. Kind, helpful, funny, hardworking, smart, strong. ‘And good-looking too ’ thought the mayor. It was a fact that Spike had long since grew out of his “baby dragon” body, into one that had not only seemed to fit his age, but also help catch the eyes of the many mares in town, the mayor included.
‘Oh Celestia, the thing I could do with a male of that stature. With those big arms, that strong looking chest and those claws of his look like they could just get to all the right places ’ thought the mayor as her hoof ventured from the top of her desk to her chest and slowly down her body. “One night, just one night with that sexy dragon is all I would probably need to get me the satisfaction that I deserve. We wouldn’t even have to leave my office, he could just toss me onto the desk, grab my hips and-
*Knock, knock*
Mayor Mare found herself cut-off by a knocking at her door.
“YES!” the mayor answer much loud than she had intended to, straighten up in her chair and clearing her throat she tried again, “Yes, come in.”
“Mayor Mare, I just came to see if you needed anything before me and the rest of the staff head home for the evening?” asked one of the mayor’s stallion assistants.
“Oh no, I’m fine. You and the others may go I just need to finish up here then call it a night” answered the mayor.
“Okay then, Mayor Mare. Oh, and before I forget, there’s a Mr. Spike who wants to see you.”
‘Well speak of the dragon ’ thought the mayor, “All right, I’ll see him now, and you have a goodnight.”
“Right away, Mayor, and I hope you have a goodnight as well.” With that he closed the door to get the waiting dragon. It only took a few seconds for the door to open again, this time revealing a dragon that the mayor and all of Ponyville knew very well.
“Good evening Mayor Mare. How have you been?” Spike said as he greeted the mayor on his way into her office walking on his hind legs with a smile on his face.
“Good evening to you as well, Spike,” the mayor said returning the smile to the drake. “I’ve been good, just, you know, work, work, work, and work. A mayor’s job is never done, but enough of that. How have you been?”
“I’ve been good for the most part, except, you know, trying to keep myself out of a very early grave and stuff like that,” was Spike’s reply as his smile turned into more of a sly grin as he closed the door behind him. After Spike closed said door, Mayor Mare couldn’t help but notice that he had flipped the lock on the door as well.
“Oh yes, the case against you is not something I would have expected to happen… but on the bright side you have still have time to prove that you are innocent of these ‘crimes’. And for such a gentledrake as you, that shouldn’t be a problem at all,” said the mayor with the utmost honesty and cheerfulness in her voice.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mayor, because I’m really going to need all the help I can get,” Spike said as he came to a stop right in front of the mayor’s desk.
“Well Spike, as mayor of this fine town I will go my best to help you in any way I possible can.” After the mayor said that, the smile on Spike’s face only seemed to grow.
There was indeed a lot for Spike to smile about as his plans to win over this mare were already in his grasp. But Spike was not a selfish dragon by any means, every good deed deserves a reward. And Spike knew of just the one that every mare could use.
“It’s good to know that I have your support, Mayor Mare, but I think we can both help each other out,” as Spike continued to talking, he decided to walk around the side of Mayor Mare’s desk and stop right behind her chair, bringing his claws up from both sides and gently placing them on Mayor Mare’s shoulders causing her to jump just a little from the unexpected, but not unwelcome, contact. “I know you’re a busy mare, so I’ll be direct,” says Spike as he beginning to move his claws up and down her shoulders, “I help you relax after a long day of work, and you help me in my case?”, he ask in a whisper that sends shivers down her spine.
‘Did he really just offer to have sex with me to vote him not guilty? ’ Mayor Mare sat there, deep in thought about what Spike had just asked her as well as the possible negative and positive effects for agreeing to such an act. On one hoof, if anypony found out about this, she would be seen as a way to win her favor on the jury, and as a mayor it would look like if someone wanted a favor than all said someone would have to do is promise and deliver a good rutting and they would get what they wanted from her. She would be seen as a corrupt mayor who trades sex for favors.
It would be a scandal in office! Rumors would spread of how the mayor may have used sex to win votes and stay in office as long as she has. They would all be false of course. The real reason she was still the mayor of Ponyville is because she does a great job running the place. Making sure that everything was up to code and that there was as few problems in the small town as possible. Plus she doubted that many, if not any, ponies would really want to run a town as lively as this one. But, on the other hoof, this maybe a once in a life time opportunity to have what could possibly be the BEST sex of her life with one of the most powerful and majestic creatures in all of Equestria! ‘Hmmm, it’s not like Spike’s the type that would let something like this get out to the public, he's way to kind for that and I’m sure he would know how to treat a mare like she wants to be treated. I mean he is friends with all the Elements of Harmony and the princesses, so he must be going something right. ’
“So, Mayor,” Spike starts to say before turning her chair around so he can look into her big beautiful navy blue, “are the polls open or closed?”
Staring wide eyed and mouth open, Mayor Mare felt her marehood wink as if her to answer the question for her, ‘Oh to hell with it, mama needs this and she needs it now !’ So with a lick of her lips the only other thing the mayor could think to do is nod a yes to answer him.
With a wide toothy smile Spike moved in closer and whispered, “Then let the campaign begin,” before he took the mayor’s mouth into a deep kiss.
For a few moments, Mayor Mare sat there stunned before closing her eyes and returning kiss. As the kissing deepened, Mayor parted her lips so that her tongue could make its way towards the inside of Spike’s mouth, but was instead met by the long, thin and slithery appendage that was Spike’s tongue. She snapped her eyes open to look at the drake, who was staring back at her, with eyes half lidded. He gave her a subtle wink before closing his eyes, with her following suit and continuing the kiss. As their tongues lapped and tingled together above, down below, Mayor’s flower continue open and close, letting its nectar seep out and start to form a small pool in the fabric cushion. Spike pulled away from Mayor’s muzzle, slowly letting his long tongue slip out from between her lips and out of her mouth.
Leaning back a little, Spike could see a panting red faced mare still savoring the kiss they had just shared, but a quick sniff and a look down, he could tell that this mare was more than ready for more. So with a long lick of his scaled lips, Spike kneed down, grab Mayor’s hind legs pulling her forward to the edge of the chair, spread her open and drove muzzle first into her hot, wet marehood.
Mayor gasp at this, and as if on reflex alone used her forelegs to hold both sides of the drakes head. It happened so fast that her brain almost had trouble telling one amazing sensation from the next. First it was the lips, soft scales brushing and nibbling at her folds. Then it was that tongue, long slow gentle licks teasing, tasting and lapping the outer and inner of her marehood then over and around her clit before plunging that long, amazing, every-mare’s-wet dream-come-true appendage in, deep, and around every inch of her depths, like a powerful current splashing against the cavern walls over and over again trying to fill the seemly bottomless tunnel.
This continued for a few more minutes while Mayor’s long lost friend was very quickly making its return from that far off place it went to die until someone came along and revived it with his amazing touch of life.
“Oh Spike… I’m, I’m…” whether it’s because she forgot what to call this feeling or that it was just so unbelievable to her that it was happening and she didn’t want to jinx it, the Mayor didn’t and couldn’t finish that sentence, but Spike knew what she meant, oh, he knew very well what she meant. The broken speech, body shaking, walls tightening, grip hardening, all clear signs of his amazing ability to please mares.
Spike didn’t respond with words. Spike’s response was to retract his tongue from her depths, move it around her clit and lick while placing his lips around her marehood, being mindful of his teeth, and sucking as hard as he could while waiting for the dam to burst.
And burst it did! A second after his new assault on her flower and bulb, the dam not only burst, but came crushing down in a waterfall of mare juices that could have any lesser creature foolish enough to try and stand in its way.
Mayor’s mighty orgasm lasted for a few minutes before calming down, leaving her panting heavily and a very satisfied smile on her face. “Spike… that was… marvelous!” she said while trying to recover from that mind blowing orgasm that was a long time overdue.
“I aim to please,” was Spike’s reply as he licked his lips clean of mare cum. As Spike rose to his feet, he reached out to the recovering mare, grabbing and lifting her from under her forelegs, he then used his tail to roll the chair to the side. Turning Mayor around to face her desk, Spike moved forward and placed her chest down and bent over the side with her hind legs dangling in the air, tail hanging limp covering her marehood, that still showed signs of dripping juice if the small puddle forming her is anything to go by.
Mayor Mare was aware that she was being moved and most likely repositioned for what was to come next. But that didn’t stop her from being left speechless, staring wide eye and mouth agape when she turned to look over her shoulder. Standing behind her at full height was Spike, but it was him that she had her gaze fix on. When she first thought about getting rutted by Spike, one question always remained at the front of her mind.
What’s he packing down there? Mayor knew she could ever get an answer to that question without dealing with uncomfortable looks and questions as to why she wanted to know. But now, standing right behind her, was the answer to that question, just to have another question come up that she could not have ever thought would come out of her now trembling and salivating mouth.
“You have TWO?!” Was only she could say to him while trying her eyes locked on his double dragons.
“Yeah, nice huh?”
It was more of a cocky statement then an actual question. However, that didn’t stop Mayor from answering with a nod, raised tail, a wink and an increase in mare juice levels. Just looking at them got her mind and body racing with the thought of what those things could, and if she has her way, would do to her.
Taking the obvious signs to start, Spike moved himself forward and lined up his upper member with her marehood while the lower one rubbed against her clit creating a wonderful sensation for both parties. Thanks to the large amount of mare juice spill out of Mayor’s pussy, it was easy for Spike to grab her by the hips push one of his large spears all the way into her and the other to just slide on by her sensitive button.
“Oh yes, Spike put your vote in, every one counts, you know,” muttered the Mayor as Spike starteded to pound away at her tight cunt.
“Well… seeing as I’m part of a two member party, I believe I get another vote,” Spike says as his eyes moves up to Mayor’s tight looking star with an idea in mind, “and lucky me, there’s an open booth right up… here!” He grunted before pulling his upper member out of her wet mound, aiming it for her tightly puckered ass hole while the other lined up with her still dripping wet cunt. In one smooth motion both members drove home, the upper only finding a small resistance thanks the added lubrication from Mayor’s marehood, while the lower slid in with ease.
Gasping out loud and arching her back at the new intruder to her anus. Mayor only had a few seconds before Spike pulled nearly all of his two members out before slamming them right back into her depths, receiving the satiating sound of a mare crying in pleasure and the wet slap of his groin against her nice plump flank. Again and again, the sounds of hot and heavy rutting could be heard through the office, each pull and thrust bringing them closer and closer to their release, shaking the desk with so much force that it might break right from under them. As Spike movements picked up speed, he could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, and by how Mayor’s walls were squeezing around his members, she wasn’t far behind.
“Oh Mayor, I think I’m about to cum to a decision and place my final vote,” Spike growled as he really picked up the pace going into the home stretch.
“That’s right Spike, get those votes in and really stuff my boxes full,” the Mayor’s walls increasing their grip as those words let her hot mouth.
After a few more quick thrust, Spike bottomed out in both her holes, spread his wing wide, let out a roar and released a large double torrentt of his white hot dragon seed into the deepest parts of Mayor’s body. The rush of his almost burning hot seed sent her over the edge and into another world as her walls clamped down hard on his double dragons, spraying her mare cum all over his crotch followed closely by his seed leaking out of her overly stuffed holes. Pulling his members out of Mayor’s holes slowly with a wet *pop*, Spike sat down on the floor with his eyes closed using his arms and tail as support to keep him up. Mayor for her part stayed on the desk panting for a while before coming down on shaky legs, taking off her glasses and tie, and then turning to faces and kneel in front of the downed dragon’s semi-erected joy rods.
Licking her lips at the sight of them, she open her mouth wide and took both members in as far as they could go, sucking, lapping her tongue around and between them before pulling back then bobbing her head up and down a few more times to make sure that she not only got a good taste of dragon dick and what their juices tasted like together, but also to get him back to a fully erected state. Spike could only groan in pleasure at her ministrations as she sucked not one, but both his members, something only a small numbers of mares could do. The sounds of his approval did not go unnoticed by the Mayor as she pulled his revived dragons from her muzzle, sucking hard and loud as they come out with a wet *pop* and licking at the tips while she stared, eyes half lidded, right at Spike’s still closed eyes. As if feeling a the mares gaze on him, Spike open his slit eyes to find a pair of hungry dark blue half covered orbs staring back at him.
He knew that look in the her eyes. It was the look of a hungry mare, and not a normal one, oh no. This was that powerful hunger that mares had when they found something or in this case someone that they really wanted and would do anything to have it, and at the moment those eyes were on him and he had no intention of denying this mare from what she wanted, especially when he enjoys giving it to her. So it was with a smile and a nod that Spike had started to stand only to have a hoof placed on his chest and push him down to lay on his back with his wings spread out to his sides.
“No, you stay right there stud. I can take it from here,” was all Mayor Mare said before she climbed on top of Spike and drop her hips so that his mighty spears can penetrate her depth once again.
This time around Mayor took things at a nice and steady pace, like she wasn’t trying to get somewhere in a hurry, but more just enjoying the ride. And enjoy the ride she did, if her closed eyes and huge smile is any indication. Up and down she went, truly loving the feeling of being so full. Opening her eyes and looking down at the dragon that, from the looks at it, is also enjoying the nice change of pace.
Mayor Mare continued at this pace for a few more minutes, or maybe it was hours more, it was hard to tell when she was having so much fun. But like all good things, this too must come to an end as her body begged for its release. Picking up her speed, the Mayor started to ride hard and fast, being caught by surprise at how close she is to her third orgasm. Spike taking this as a hint that she was close, grabbed her by the hips and started to slam her up and down his rods bring them closer to what should be their final release for the night.
Exhaustion finally hit the Mayor as she fell onto Spike’s chest moaning and panting, but still manageing to keep her hips moving in time with Spike’s thrusts. “Keep going… Spike… make… me… cum,” was what she muttered into his chest as Spike picked up speed.
“Don’t worry, Mayor, I got you covered, just like your insides will be in a minute,” Spike said with a smirk on his lips as he sat up on his tail for balance while he continued to bounce her in his lap, taking hold of her plush, plump plot and giving it a good hard squeeze to get better control of her body.
“Yes, yes, yes… oh, oh that’s it… YES!” As Mayor’s orgasm hit, all she could see was white in her eyes as she collapsed on Spike's chest trying to just ride it out. This proved to be a lost cause as Spike had not stopped moving in and out of her, anf showed no signs of stopping. “Spike… I can’t… ta… more… cum… please, you need to cu-,” though her pleads were weak he must have heard them, because after one final, deep thrust she felt the familiar and strangely relaxing sensation of his hot seed filling her up and, to her great surprise, giving her another orgasm that she didn’t even know she had coming.
Not able to handle any more pleasure, Mayor Mare closed her eyes and fell asleep on Spike’s warm and surprisingly soft chest.
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Mayor Mare had no idea how long she had been asleep, but the warm bed and pillow she was resting on, as well as the brush going through her mane, made it hard to care. So it was with much reluctance that she opened her eyes to see that not only was it still night, but she was not in a bed at all, she still her office, in the lap of a dragon that had the chair reclining back in front of the window while his claws moved slowly thru her mane and down her back as he looked at the night sky. Feeling the pony move in his arms, he looked her in the eyes and smiled.
“Have a nice rest?” Spike asked Mayor Mare as she let out a cute little yawn and a nod.
“How long have I been asleep for? What time is it?”
“About two hours, and it should be a little after nine now.”
“You could have woke me, I would have been able to tell you that there is a bath and bed in the next room,” the Mayor said as she used her hoof to point to the door at the other side of the room, “I use it sometimes when I have to work late.”
“Oh, I found the room just fine, how do you think I got you cleaned up?” To prove his point, Spike turned the chair to face the desk and floor where they had their activity at. “Plus I’m kind of a sucker for holding beautiful, sleeping mares,” he added with a little wink.
A small blush adorned Mayor’s face as she climbed out of Spike’s comfortable embrace, “Careful there, stud, or you might have mares throwing themselves at you all over town,” said the mayor with a playful wink over her shoulder as she made her way to the spare bed and bathroom.
“Yeah, with that kind of appeal maybe I should run for mayor,” he chuckle and a shake of his head at that ridiculous idea.
This got a mayor to stop, turning to face the dragon with a thoughtful expression on her face as she rubbed her hoof under her chin. “You know what, that actually sounds like a real good idea,” Said the mayor with a genuine smile on her face, “and with most of the population being mares, as well as your experience working with Princess Celestia and Twilight Sparkle, this may be the prefect career for you.”
Spike looked at her dumbfounded before saying, “Are you serious? I couldn’t be mayor, and besides if I’m mayor then what would you do. I won’t feel right taken this job from you, plus the title is in your name, what would your name will be then if you aren’t the mayor?”
This got a laugh out of the mayor, “Oh dear, I wouldn’t be out of a job, if anything I could be your sexy assistant to help, guide, and keep you motivated you in the right direction,” she give her hips a shake at the end that statement before continuing on, “And my real name isn’t ‘Mayor Mare’, it’s just easier to use that’s all.”
Now that got him curious so he just had to ask, “So if that’s not your real name, then what is it?”
She looked around the room, as if trying to see if someone was listening, although if there were others listening, this would probably be the least exciting thing for them to hear from that night. So with a motion of her hoof for Spike to come closer, she whispered her real name in his ear fin.
“So that’s your real name,” Spike said with a smirk on his face.
“Shush, yes it is. Now keep it to yourself, my natural mane and tail color may have gotten out, but my real name stays a secret… for now anyway.” And with that she left the office room, trusting Spike with her ‘real name’ and to show himself out discreetly, which apparently to him meant to fly out the window, while she got washed up and headedto the spare bed for some well-deserved sleep.
Author's Note
And with that, the first chapter is out of the way. Up next is a chapter by Arby Works featuring Nurse Redheart
Chapter Author:DarkDMan
Chapter Editor: Blood Brandy
The Doctor Needs In (Arby Works)
Nurse Redheart sighed as she paced around in her office. It was nearing closing time at the hospital and she repeatedly thought about a trial that she had attended recently. Now, in 12 days, she had to return to pass the verdict on a resident of her very town; Spike the Dragon on trial for things ranging from menacing to jaywalking.
How does one jaywalk in a town without roads? the nurse pondered. Perhaps Canterlot...?
Shrugging, Nurse Redheart scanned the files detailing several surgeries and appointments tomorrow. Sighing, she sat down in her chair and fell limp against the desk, not moving the folders.
A heart surgery tomorrow... lovely. It's hard to work under this stress. Sighing once more, Nurse Redheart glanced at the clock; 9:45 PM.
Is Spike innocent? Some charges are ridiculous, but menacing? That's more likely. He's done that before, after his birthday if I can recall his caretaker properly. The very thought of the large dragon stampeding around town brought shudders down the mare's spine and she thought of the ponies that could have been seriously injured during the incident. He IS a menace... but the evidence was lacking. Execution seems a bit... thorough, though.
Biting her lip, thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her office door. Nurse Redheart sat up in her chair and quickly fixed her hair and cap, clearing her throat.
“C-come in,” she stuttered.
A beige pony with a cutie mark of two plus symbols and a similar cap to Nurse Redheart popped up. She wore glasses and seemed to be stuttering more than Nurse Redheart... then again, it was her personality.
“N-nurse Redheart, there's a c-client in emerge f-for y-you,” she said, trying to sound professional as her teeth chattered.
“First one in a week,” Redheart stated, feeling a bit glad she had something to fill the time until closing time. Glancing over at her assistant, she stood by attentively, awaiting an order. “Send him in, and take an early leave.” Nurse Redheart wanted this to take as long as possible; to fill the gap in time and to get extra pay. Celestia knows she needed it for mortgage.
The assistant muttered a 'yes' before shuffling out the door. Collecting herself and discarding her thoughts, Nurse Redheart let out a deep breath and rose to her hooves. She cantered out the office. After a few seconds, she rounded a corner to spot the waiting room for patients in emerge. Dead quiet save for a few breaths of her patient. A blobby shadow was silhouetted against the curtain and Nurse Redheart stopped, putting on her best smile. Out of the corner of her eye, her assistant departed the Hospital, not even bothering to remove her outfit.
What's the hurry? Nurse Redheart wondered. Is there some kinda monster here?
Nurse Redheart pushed aside the curtain only to gasp. Sitting on the bed right there was the very Dragon she had just been thinking about. The Dragon whose innocence she had just mentally been arguing with herself about. Spike the Dragon, in the flesh.
He sat atop the bed, twiddling his thumbs and didn't notice the nurse come in. Nurse Redheart's heart skipped a beat as she felt a brief flash of panic and fear, but quickly collected herself; she's seen worse occur under the knife. She had to be professional for him, regardless of who he was.
Nurse Redheart closed the curtain behind her and cleared her throat, catching the boy's attention. His gaze shifted nervously over to her, eyes darting back and forth between her and nowhere. Nurse Redheart's fear turned to confusion.
Is... is he scared? What happened to him? she wondered, stepping over to a chair next to the bed.
“Hello, Mr. Spike. How are you?” she asked, swallowing the fear threatening to jump from her throat.
Spike stammered a bit. “Uh, g-good, y'know... as good as I c-can be w-what with the trial coming up,” he muttered, his arms drooping.
Did my assistant have a long-lost twin in the form of a Dragon? Nurse Redheart thought.
“Ah yes, the... trial. I'm not gonna pretend to know what is running through your mind. Instead... I'd like to know what brought you here,” Nurse Redheart asked, pulling out a clipboard with his health record.
A horribly outdated photo of Spike was at the top, showing the Dragon as he was several years back. The nurse's gaze shifted between the beaten photo of a cute, baby Dragon smiling widely at the camera... and a beaten image of a menacing aged up Dragon.
Or depressed.
“W-well, I was trying to read a book earlier, b-but I started f-feeling a pounding i-in my chest. It h-hurt a bit and it started w-when I h-happened to think about the upcoming trial.” The Dragon's voice got lower and lower the more he spoke.
Slowly, the Nurse's image of a fearsome, menacing Dragon was replaced by a shattered figure of a boy, trembling with fear since his fate (and maybe life) was in the hooves of several ponies he rarely knew... some, of which like her, could possibly have the same idea of a menacing Dragon as her. She held onto that thought as a just-in-case and cleared her throat.
“Symptoms? What was going on?” Nurse Redheart asked.
“H-hard to breathe, mind r-racing, heart p-pounding, spasming, hurts in my chest,” he spat out, finally glancing up to face Nurse Redheart.
“Sounds like a panic attack.” Nurse Redheart averted her gaze, contemplating the reasoning. He's probably scared out of his wits. Spike... he hasn't really been a menace, has he? He's mostly been just a child for the times I've seen him. No different than those Cutie Mark Crusaders... except a Dragon. Anypony, or Dragon, has the potential to be a menace. Deep down, he's still a boy, or just... inexperienced.
She glanced up to see the nervous boy still shifting atop the mass-produced, rock-hard beds. Pursing her lips, she looked around as she thought about the possibilities.
“About the trial; what is your... biggest fear? Concern, what is it you wish out of this, or to do before... judgement?” Nurse Redheart asked.
Her concern was half-present; she simply wondered if she could help cheer up the whelp before it was too late. Her professional mask was fading a bit, her caring figure threatening to take over entirely.
“Well... I kinda wanna have fun with my friends and relax. And... I'm scared that I'll be sentenced by that Blueblood before I... uh,” Spike said. He muttered the rest and Nurse Redheart leaned in.
“What was that, Mr. Spike?” she asked.
“I... don't wanna go down knowing I... failed to... pleasure a mare,” he said.
Nurse Redheart wondered where this came from. Her face reddened a bit and she found herself stammering just like the last two faces she saw.
“W-well, I'm s-sure that massages can do the trick,” Nurse Redheart said, thinking of more... safe for work topics to keep her mind from reeling with vivid images of the Dragon.
He shook his head and Nurse Redheart knew where he was going.
“I mean... sexually. I've always wanted to make a girl happy but I don't have the time for that anymore. I could be good and gone in twelve days. I want to know that I made a girl's night awesome at least once. I've never... done anything like that for a girl. I want someone to remember me and... well, a Dragon isn't exactly an easy thing to find, is it?” Spike's voice lost the stutter, but it still had an edge to it. He leaned forward, seemingly eager.
His gaze was now fixated on her as her mind couldn't help but think of images of the larger Dragon making a mare's night. Thoughts of his long tongue on her body, his large physique atop her began to run through her mind.
“I can see what you mean... to know someone will remember you is nice, but from such a... intimate act?” Nurse Redheart asked, holding the clipboard up to hide her face.
“I'm desperate. I haven't... done anything like that with someone at all, actually. I want just one to thank me for a good night. I mean, I'll only feel like a man worth his name if I can say I made a girl happy, y'know? Oh, and for other fears, I guess I'm scared of zombies, wet bread and Marelyn Marenson,” he said, his fear and nervousness all but vanishing.
Nurse Redheart was far too gone, her mind cutting out half-way through. She started imagining the Dragon doing his utmost, desperate attempt to tend to her intimate needs... and she wanted him to feel better. His depressed (or was it?) figure, his want to simply have a good rutting before his life potentially ended; he was just an eager, saddened Dragon. Menace? She still didn't know.
“I can help with that,” Nurse Redheart said quietly.
Spike perked up, a massive grin on his face showing up that he quickly attempted to suppress. Nurse Redheart didn't look him in the face so he had plenty of time to hide it.
“Y-you will?” he asked, rather excitedly.
Nurse Redheart nodded once more. She set the clipboard on the counter, taking extra time to make sure it was straight. The seconds dragged on as she resigned herself to what she offered. I am going to let a Dragon please me to make him happy. To make him happy. Make him feel better.
Nurse Redheart ignored the legal issues that would arise, having not contemplated them once as she stood up. Spike leaned backwards, his face now showing curiosity. Nurse Redheart turned her gaze to him as she removed the cap, setting it atop a table next to the bed and removed the elastic in her hair keeping her mane tied up. The pink hair fell down around her shoulders, giving her a bit of a dishevelled look one would have after a day of intense work.
“What do you want to do first?” Nurse Redheart asked, her voice shaky as her heart pounded in her chest.
She reared up on her hind legs and set her hooves on the bed around Spike's body. Her face was inches from Spike's and the two locked eyes. Both had reddened faces yet a steely gaze that betrayed no intention.
“Maybe we can just start... simple,” Spike said.
With a second's wait, he leaned in and as soft as he could, pressed his lips to Nurse Redhearts. Her heart fluttered at the tender show of affection that she was by no means used to, revelling in the kiss. It was simple; two lips smacking with no tongue. Registering what was happening, she took a brief moment to focus on the feeling.
His lips have a soft feeling to them... I figured him to be a bit more rough, she thought.
After a brief moment, she pushed her own tongue forward and briefly met resistance at his lips. His lips parted and she pushed her tongue inside, eager to sample the Dragon. Curiosity, an urge to help and her own dirty thoughts were all the motivation needed.
Her tongue briefly rolled over his sharp teeth before meeting his long, slithery tongue reminiscent of a snake. It felt odd and alien yet it felt good and familiar. Her forehooves slid over, pressing against his sides before she slid it up Spike's body, hugging him tightly. His hands moved, wrapping around her back and pulled the whole mare up. Off the floor, her hindlegs dangled briefly before he lifted her higher up. Their lips parted and she half-opened her eyes to stare down at the Dragon. He set her rear down atop his lap and she was physically as close as she could get to him. All professionalism was gone at this point.
“Don't be afraid to let your hands wander, Mr. Spike,” Nurse Redheart cooed.
“Just Spike is fine,” he responded with a growl.
Their lips locked once more, tongues meeting again. They swirled around each other, each party sampling the taste and feeling of the mouth belonging to the other. A distinct taste she couldn't recognize came to her tongue and she revelled in it. It was weird and alien, yet it felt good and familiar. Warmth spread throughout her chest as she rubbed his shoulders throughout the kiss.
Another curiosity was going to be sated as her heart skipped a beat; his hands slid down her back slowly, torturously. Each finger pressing into spots on her back that felt jaded and tense, giving her pleasure that only a masseur could deliver. Nurse Redheart's breaths became unorganized, herself unable to breathe at her normal pace. Redheart let out several gasps each time he found a sweet spot and found herself aching, wishing for his hands to move a little lower. She no longer focused on her tongue, allowing Spike to completely dominate her mouth. Her pelvis grew warmer and she felt her blood rush. Each time Spike's fingers pressed into her, she felt her rear grow warmer as the anticipation grew.
Spike's tongue continued to play with her own and she let out a loud gasp as he pressed his fingers into her Cutie Marks. Nurse Redheart felt tension and stress melt away as his hands reduced her hind legs and rump to feeling like jelly and her loving lower lips started to ache for a sensual touch. Spike didn't stop, though; his hands large and grasping practically her whole rear, giving her a feeling that she was fully in Spike's hands now. She wasn't Nurse Redheart, or an employee of the hospital; she was a Dragon's toy for the night and she was going to relish in what was about to come.
A sharp smack came as Spike's hands briefly left her rump causing the mare to jump, breaking the kiss. She panted heavily onto Spike's neck, pressing the bridge of her snout into him. Nurse Redheart clenched her eyes shut as Spike's hands reached further down, wrapping around her cheeks. With a simple motion, he spread her cheeks and she felt herself be entirely exposed. She didn't bother looking at the clock and relished in the feeling.
Spike continued to knead her rear and release the tension from her before he decided that was enough. Nurse Redheart felt Spike lean back, turning himself so he laid out against the whole bed. She was straddling him, her rear legs spread out further due to the position. Something warm slowly slid between her legs, grinding against her wet lips. Nurse Redheart couldn't hold back a moan as she felt the warm appendage tease her opening. Eyes still clenched, she forced them open to look down as she saw the Dragon's phallus becoming erect. The heat was intense and she watched, mesmerized by the size and shape of the non-stallion erection... or erections. She noticed Spike had two and was once more thrown into alien (yet exciting) territory.
“T... two. You have two. Spike the Dragon has a double dragon. I... just, what? How? Why hasn't any mare bedded you yet?” Nurse Redheart stammered out, shifting atop his lap.
Spike shrugged, and that was all she needed to hear. She gulped as she contemplated what she would do with the second. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of her heart beating rapidly. Nurse Redheart set her forehooves against Spike's chest and shifted so all of her weight was where she was sitting.
Spike groaned as he felt her opening spread as she began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding her moist white lips attempting to take in the base erection. She denied them both the pleasure, opting to grind against the bottom phallus before proceeding. Slowly, she felt herself reeling with pleasure from these simple touches. Anticipation practically painted the room a new colour as Spike's hands set themselves on her hips and pushed back and forth. Nurse Redheart increased her pace and slowly got them both primed for what was to come—literally.
“Let's see what these fingers can do,” Spike said as he hissed his tongue.
Nurse Redheart's eyes widened as his hands gripped her hips tightly and he lifted her up suddenly. She fell forward yet Spike successfully held her in the air as she helplessly swung her forelegs at him in an attempt to put her down. Spike leaned forward, sliding himself back further on the bed and repositioned his hands so he could set the nurse down on her back. Her head was on the edge of the bed. Nurse Redheart didn't bother trying to cover herself up and stared at the Dragon, seeing his eyes exploring her whole body. She had never been exposed like this before; other times it was dark and both parties were nervous. Here, it was pure lust and she enjoyed the fact that a boy was about to spend his utmost desires pleasing her. It would be desperate, so he wouldn't stop... ever, until she climaxed. Her body shuddered and she brought her forehooves close to her chest, shifting them as she gently closed her eyes. She whinnied for a moment, thrusting her pelvis in an attempt to get Spike to do something.
“P... please, proceed, Spike. You said you wanted to pleasure a girl, right? That it would make you happy?” Nurse Redheart asked, meek and shy as she felt Spike's hand pressing down on her pelvis, just above her entrance.
“Sure,” he responded right away.
Two fingers were drawn down agonizingly slow around the outside of her two lips. Nurse Redheart shuddered from the contact as he pressed the moist white labia together. A wet sound occurred as Spike gently rubbed the two outer lips. The Nurse was most definitely not 'in' right now as she muttered words that, when deciphered, was her attempt at begging. Spike wasn't one to deny a mare her pleasure, especially after it was her openness to the situation.
Setting his fingers on her labia once more, he spread her lips apart and took a long gaze inside of her. Once more, Nurse Redheart shuttered as Spike practically memorized each detail of her. His fingers left her labia and instantly pressed their way inside her, putting the same force against her inner walls that he did on her rump. She shrieked with shrill glee as he spread her apart with only his fingers, reaching deep inside of her... far further than her hoof could go.
S-sweet Celestia, w-why hasn't anypony claimed this magical maestro for themselves yet? This is far better than anything I've had before, she thought, pressing her hoof against her mouth to stifle any moans.
Spike twisted his wrist, keeping his fingertips in the same general area while the rest of his fingers moved around, rubbing up against all parts of her inner walls. Then, without warning, his fingers pressed against a rough patch against the roof of her moist hole. She let out a loud cry, arching her back as she felt her whole body tense up.
“The mythical G-spot; confirmed fact,” Spike said with a noticeable glee to his voice.
Nurse Redheart wasn't focusing on that. She had almost died from pleasure from a simple touch. She didn't anticipate even more; Spike's thumb came down against her clitoris and he began to furiously rub his fingers against her, assaulting her clitoris as well as her G-spot with a vigour not seen in any males since post-war sexual encounters. Her whole body spasmed and she couldn't hold back the moans and gasps that came with the rubbing. One hand held her leg, keeping her in place. It got to a point where she was unable to handle it; it was driving her insane and she pressed her forehooves against the bed, trying to get away to prolong the orgasm. It was no use as the strong Dragon held her in place, furiously rubbing at her most sensitive spots. She felt herself gushing liquids onto the bed, feeling it run down her rear. This was the most vulgar act she could think of, and in such a public location; anypony could see them, and she found herself wishing more could be done.
She got her wish.
Her teats, unattended to ‘til now, had Spike's second hand set atop them. No waiting, he immediately began to run his fingers over the small mounds as well as the erect nipples. Nurse Redheart couldn't even gasp or moan; breath extremely short and her entire body feeling warmth while her pelvis felt as if it was aflame. Nurse Redheart grit her teeth and forced her eyes open to see Spike furiously fingering her without losing his speed once. Vigour like no other, she resigned herself and awaited as the climax came fast. She has never truly experienced an orgasm, and if this was what it felt like, she was probably going to get addicted to it.
It never came. Spike's hands retreated from her body just as it threatened to take her by storm and she found the pleasure quickly fading away, breath catching up to her. She panted heavily and stared up at the ceiling blankly.
“W-wha...? C-cum? Why?” Nurse Redheart blabbed out.
“I kinda want to prolong it,” Spike said, grinning sheepishly.
Nurse Redheart glared at him, yet maintained a warm, sly smile. She bared her teeth and Spike was taken aback slightly. She quickly leaned forward, wrapping her hooves around Spike's torso. Putting all her weight into it, Nurse Redheart caused Spike to tumble back against the bed. Nurse Redheart pulled her forelegs back and slid off his body, allowing his erections to drag against her body leaving a wet trail of precum. She stopped just short of her mouth and she panted heavily, taking in the strong, musky scent. Spike gulped as she saw the needing gaze of a mare with something that could get rid of those pent up feelings. The hot breaths made his phallus' twitch and her eyes shifted to the two of them.
“Wanna see a neat trick, Spike?” she said, grinning. “Let's get the doctors in.”
Nurse Redheart wrapped a hoof around both erections and wrapped her lips around the tips, allowing her tongue to hug the base erection. Spike let out a shrill cry of his own as she immediately took both phallus' to the base.
His scent, oh Celestia, oh my... it's incredible. It's so dirty, it's dirty, like me. I'm dirty, and he's going to make sure I remember it. He's going to make me feel like such a bad girl, which will make him feel good... ooh, I can't stand it~
Her tongue swirled around the two erections as her mouth was almost spread too far to take him in. The muscle went in between and over and under his phallus' as the nurse did her best to emulate those dirty magazines she sparsely reads. She bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could, sucking and slurping with her tongue. Luckily she learned to keep her gag reflex down; a handy skill for a doctor or nurse. Nurse Redheart had no trouble taking in the double dragons.
Unfortunately for both, Spike was almost a hair trigger; his orgasm started to bud up already. He groaned as he felt the same sort of warmth Nurse Redheart had felt moments ago. Glancing down, he could see the flowing pink hair all over the place while a massive heat coated his phallus'. He grit his teeth and growled as he set a hand atop the nurse's head, petting her softly.
She let out a giggle onto his erections which only teased him with the vibrations. After several seconds, a fire shot throughout Spike's pelvis and his entire body tensed up. His hand held the nurse's head down as the fire shot up through his phallus' and he could feel a certain white liquid squirting out from his tips. It sputtered out and the mare could be heard and felt gulping down the odd liquid.
Thank Celestia for no gag reflex.
After a few seconds, it was clear she couldn't catch it all and some of it spurted from her lips and down Spike's erections. After he finished, she pulled back and gulped back whatever amount was still inside and she took a moment to compose herself. Nurse Redheart's mane was severely dishevelled now and she didn't care. Her eyes fluttered open and she shot Spike a stare.
“Someone was sure pent up... and going off without warning,” she giggled. “Luckily I've learned the taste due to a past relationship, otherwise I'd have done something awful to you.”
Spike didn't let her be playful and in charge long. Already he was sitting up, finding stamina from places that shouldn't exist and Nurse Redheart once more felt hands on her hips. She fell back as Spike yanked her hips forward and this time, Spike propped her rear up so that she was resting on the back of her neck while her glistening lips were inches from Spike's face. Nurse Redheart thought back to his hands and wondered what that tongue could do. She started panting heavily once more as Spike's insanely hot breath caressed her entire sensitive spot.
“You smell incredible. So dirty,” Spike said, grinning.
Nurse Redheart's breaths stopped as she felt like forever passed before Spike would move. He leaned forward, pressing his snout against her opening and she gasped, feeling something touching her again... although this time was far worse as she came from the edge before. Nurse Redheart clenched her eyes shut as Spike took a deep whiff of her scent and pulled back, licking his snout clean of any fluids. He chuckled as Nurse Redheart's eyes slowly opened, just to see Spike's tongue slither from his mouth.
She watched one, two, three inches come out with more to come and she saw how flexible it was... and how much control. She realized that this was it. This was her peak. There was no way it'd ever beat this. Her mouth was agape as Spike's tongue seemed to break several feet long, wondering why. She realized what was going to happen.
“Y-you're going to wreck my pussy,” she whispered as she felt herself shudder yet again, excitement coursing through her whole body.
“Doctor's gonna take a sample, Miss Redheart,” Spike said.
His tongue retracted until several inches were out and Spike pressed the pointed tip against her clitoris. The wet muscle wrapped around it and squeezed it tight. Nurse Redheart kept her lips shut but still screamed loudly regardless. Her eyes were shut as Spike's tongue pressed on into her, curving and bending as he fed more of the dextrous muscle inside. She could feel it squirming inside her; wet and strong, pressing up against her inner walls before it touched her G-spot once more. His tongue swirled around, achieving a pleasure his fingers could never hope to obtain. It pressed harder and he moved it vigorously, just as much as his hands. Spike's tongue was constantly shifting, moving and grinding against her inner walls as well as her clit. It was far, far too much for Nurse Redheart to handle.
Her body spasmed rapidly and Spike wasn't stopping this time. He was going the full mile as he lapped up her fluids. It wasn't enough as it constantly drizzled down her rear or down her belly. The nurse pounded her forehooves against the bed and her hindhooves twitched and moved as she felt his hands against her rump; her legs were kept bent, tongue deep inside her as he savoured as much of her taste as he could manage.
“Oh, dammit. Damn, damn, oh my dear sweet Celestia, oh my, oh jeez, oh damn, dammit,” Nurse Redheart stammered as she continued to pound on the bed, hitting it harder and harder as her voice became higher pitched with each word.
Fuck, he's... he's really going to... I'm gonna…
A fire spread throughout her body and ended with fluids squirting and gushing outside her mouth. It sprayed at Spike, coating his snout. His tongue successfully prevented it from spraying in the air, simply causing a lot of it to run down her rear and over her puckered rear entrance as well as her belly. She continued riding the high as Spike's tongue never once stopped it's movements. After half a minute, Nurse Redheart's breathing returned to normal and her body loosened up.
Spike's tongue retreated into his mouth as he closed his eyes, savouring the taste. He let Nurse Redheart slide back down so she was laying on her back. She closed her eyes too, feeling her breathing return to normal. Spike massaged her pelvis, calming her down a bit. She opened up her eyes to smile at him, stopped by what she saw. His phallus' were at full attention and Spike grinned, staring back down at her pelvis.
Oh no, he's going to... not finished? He's intent on this. Oh my, yes, I have found that one-in-a-million sexual experience, right?
She couldn't answer her thought as Spike gripped her hips once more and rolled her onto her belly. Spike yanked Nurse Redheart back as she slid over the bed, feeling the warm, wet mattress below. Her legs slid between Spike's own as he was crouched on the bed. Her forelegs were stretched out forward, hooves dangling off the edge of the bed.
This is a bit hard to do anything, isn't it?
Two feet shuffled up a bit and she felt hands on her rump once more, this time spreading her cheeks. His weight was pressed against her as Spike set his head on Nurse Redheart's shoulder. They could stare into each others' eye out the side; Spike had a knowing gaze while Nurse Redheart's eyes widened as she realized it.
“You may require some medication; I'll give it to you. It's rectal,” he said, chuckling.
Two, flaring hot tips pressed against her rear entrance. Nurse Redheart gripped the edge of the bed tightly and she shot a glare at the Dragon, her mouth curved into an odd smile.
“Come on, Dragon. You couldn't handle this ass,” she practically shouted.
Who gives a damn about being professional right now? she thought, grinning.
They exchanged grins and she waited. A second later, she felt her rear entrance being spread, opening up as two hot, meaty phallus' stretched her wide. She was by no means a stranger to anal, but it wasn't like she had two... of this size. Nurse Redheart grit her teeth as Spike slid in, already lubed up from the cum and juices from her moist lips. Spike sunk both phallus' down to the base and the two groaned. Spike's hands shifted from her white cheeks, sliding up the front of her body so he wasn't putting so much weight on her.
“Lets see you walk straight after this, Miss Redheart,” Spike bellowed.
She grit her teeth once more as Spike pulled back and immediately thrust back in with full, draconic force. The whole bed shifted and she felt herself jolted forward by the powerful thrust. Another alien feel; another discovered pleasure.
Spike didn't ease it in as usual and immediately began pulling back and thrusting in as hard and as fast as his body would allow it. Slaps sounded as Nurse Redheart relished the feeling of his pelvis slamming into her rear, his weight atop her body. Pressed down, she was truly dominated; he was no menace to the public, but he was a beast in the sack. She bit her lip and held that for a second before she had to pant. Spike's hot breath was on her neck and she wished that he'd somehow speedup.
Instead, Spike rotated his hips while sacrificing some speed. It was fine by her as the new motion added a world of pleasure to the experience already. Mind reeling, she loved the feeling of being held down as a boy pounded away at her, using her like a toy.
I'm a Dragon's little fucktoy for the night... ooh Celestia, why is that so hot? Nurse Redheart wondered as her mind failed to continue her thoughts.
Spike's grunting increased and his panting was getting heavier. The own power from it all brought her own orgasm forth and she couldn't help but arch her back and attempt to thrust her rear onto him. Nurse Redheart put all her strength into her hooves to push her back. Both of them shifted back slightly and she managed to get her pelvis off the bed only for Spike's mighty power to thrust hard enough to cause her to collapse. She continued to shift underneath her client as he constantly readjusted to keep her pinned down. It was a simple act but it made the whole experience far better.
A fire flared up in her belly and once more, she dumped fluids onto the bed, an orgasm rocking her body once more. Another loud shriek that Spike silenced by pressing her face into the mattress. Nurse Redheart didn't bother resisting as the continuous slaps sped up. Spike leaned back off her, allowing his hands to settle on her hips. Giving a quick tug, she raised her rump into the air allowing Spike a decent view of her backside; her rump was rosy red and he watched his phallus' constantly pull back and enter her body. Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks and watched the mare's body go limp as she laid her face on its side. He could see her drooling, face beet red and a drunken gaze in her eyes meaning his work was done.
With a few more thrusts, his own orgasm returned and he pulled back, putting his last bit of energy into these last two thrusts. First one, he felt the fire flare out in his pelvis. Second, he felt the wall break. White fluid squirted from his tips into the mare's rear. Nurse Redheart's tongue lolled out as a huge grin appeared on her face. Spike let out several groans as he slowly slid it back and forth inside her, riding off the edge of his own climax. After a few seconds, he could feel the pumping stop and he pulled back. The tip exited her rear and he saw a strand of cum connecting his tip to her puckered entrance. He grinned as he leaned back against the wall, feeling his own body go limp.
Best... sex... ever , Nurse Redheart thought.
Minutes later, Nurse Redheart had cleared out the mess they made before she realized the time; it was 11:02 PM, long after quitting time. She made sure to take a shower, inviting the Dragon inside so they could wash each other. No lust, just cleaning up the other. Upon stepping out, Nurse Redheart proceeded to fix her hair.
“Spike, that was very enjoyable and you've probably made sexual intercourse with the average pony impossible... not that I'm complaining,” she said, doing her hair up in a bun.
“Sorry,” Spike muttered.
“I just said... never mind.” Nurse Redheart checked her bun before smiling at it. She fixed the cap and glanced over at Spike whom patiently waited, fixing his spines. He seemed a little saddened but there was a certain glee to the atmosphere around him. The nurse smiled. “You're not a menace,” she muttered.
“Hmm?” Spike glanced over at Nurse Redheart who quickly waved her hooves.
“Nothing, just... Thank you. I've settled on something,” the nurse said, shutting down the lights.
“Oh, okay,” Spike said, stepping out the door.
The hospital was locked up for the night, several nurses by the front entrance as per hospital standard. Outside, the air was chilly and the stars were beautiful. Nurse Redheart glanced over at the skies above while Spike seemed lost in thought. The nurse spotted this and patted him on the shoulder. Turning to face her, Spike seemed genuinely lost or nervous and Nurse Redheart smiled.
“You're a good guy, Spike. Don't let anypony tell you otherwise.” She glanced around, her face flushing. Quickly, she reared up on her hind legs and planted a kiss on the dragon's face higher up. He blushed and hers intensified. “I hope you have a good night, Spike. I'll see you at the trial... I know I won't forget this night.”
She cantered off, a spring to her step as Spike watched her rump sway in the distance. A genuine smile coated his face and he turned the other way, walking towards the Golden Oaks Library.
“That's two.”
Author's Note
And another one bites the dust. Thanks to Arby Works for his quick work on getting this chapter done, up next is an Octavia chapter by DARKPHANTOM13
Chapter Author: Arby Works
Very little editing done by:Blood Brandy
Sweet Music (DARKPHANTOM13)
Octavia Melody looked up from tuning her cello to the clock on the nearby that read 7:45. I’ll play a couple more songs, then I’ll take my leave. She thought to herself as the center’s janitor, Dusty Broom, walked up to her and told her that she had a little over an hour before he locked up for the night.
The Ponyville Center Performing Arts Center is a building that was commissioned by the new princess, Twilight Sparkle, as an attempt to bring some entertainment and culture to Ponyville. While the times it’s officially used for plays and such are few and far between, it has become a popular place for a small number of actors and musicians to practice their craft on stage.
As Octavia turns her attention back to tuning her cello, she thought back to the trial she'd attended and, more importantly, the dragon she would have to judge in eleven days. She completely believed that Spike was innocent for three reasons. The first was her admiration she had for the drake. She was really interested in him when she first moved to Ponyville a month ago from Canterlot, but often either she or he was too busy for her to drum up a conversation. When that article first came out, she had quickly become strong closet Spike fangirl. She wasn’t a stalker or anything, but she has had more than a few wet dreams about him.
The second reason was the charges. Most of them make little to no sense. I mean seriously, jay walking? This town doesn’t even have streets. And lollygagging? They probably pulled that one out of their flanks at the last second.
The final reason was because Prince Blueblood was the judge. She had met him on more than a few occasions from her time in Canterlot and each time she had to restrain herself from strangling bastard with her bare hoofs. She wouldn’t put it past him to use the trail as a way to get back at Spike for being declared the most eligible bachelor instead of him. If not for reasons one and two, she'd probably say the drake was innocent just to stick it to the royal pain in the flank.
As she put her thoughts of being with the drake of her dreams and strangling a stuck up prick in the back of her mind, she gets into position started a play her cello.
Beautiful music soon filled the room and bounced off the walls as it echoes throughout the center. Even a novice would know that she was extremely skilled in her craft, and showed a mixture of talent and years of dedication and hard work. It was through both that she became somewhat well known among lovers and performers of classical music. With just her bow and cello, her music could move some of the most stone hearted ponies to tears and happiness .
While the song was played beautifully well, one could sense the sadness and loneliness in the song. While she'd picked the song at random, she couldn’t help but feel that it reflected her life to some degree, or more specifically her love life. Over the course of her life she has had few wonderful and meaning relationships over the years, but they all ended around the same point.
The thing is that while Octavia is a kind affectionate to those she is close and a well-mannered mare she tended to be a bit…aggressive when a relationship gets to the bed. It wasn’t on an SM level and nobody got hurt…most of the time. She just gets really enthusiastic when it comes to having sex and had more endurance than the average stallion. All the ponies she tried to have sex with ended up dumping her due to the sudden personality flip during intercourse. After her latest break up she decided to hold off on having a relationship for a while until she found someone who could handle her. That was well over a year ago, and she was well in need of some attention.
That’s was why she became interested in Spike in the first place. Since he was a dragon he should have better endurance than the average stallion, a stronger body that can handle her when she gets rough, and not be easily scared away by her more aggressive side. Plus he was kind, generous, hard working, a true gentlecolt, or gentledrake in this case, and had an interest in music as well. Spike was everything she looked for in significant other personality wise. while also being everything she needed physically in a sexual partner.
As the song came to an end as Octavia relaxed her body, feeling a sense a freedom like she always did after playing her cello. As she was focusing on that feeling, she was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of applause. She looked up to the rows of seats to find the clapping came from a certain purple scaled dragon sitting in the front row.
With a pleasant smile that caused mare to slightly blush he said, “That was beautiful, Octavia was it?”
Getting over her surprise, through years of experience keeping her composure around high class ponies, the mare in question replied, “Yes I am and your name is Spike. Tell me, how long were you sitting there?”
Spike stands up from his seat made his way to the stage. “I believe right after you started. What song were you playing? It sound familiar but I can’t place the name.”
“A Cello Suite, it was composed by Philip Glass for the cellist Wendy Sutter.”
“I’ve heard of her. I’ll admit that she’s very talented, though from what I just heard, you’re not far behind her.”
The comment caused her small blush to return, though she pushed it aside, “Oh, I’m not in her league, at least not yet.”
“Beautiful, talented, and modest.” The blush returned once again. “Either way it’s a good to have someone you want to aspire to beat in a way. Like the old saying goes, 'Iron sharpens iron.'”
“Iron sharpens Iron? I’m not familiar with that saying.”
“It basically means having someone to compete against someone is a good way for a being to become better. In this case you have somepony who want to be just as good as, or even better than, and push yourself to do so, even though it’s not a direct competition.”
“Hmm…You make a compelling point. I’ll have to remember that saying. So what brings you to the center at this time?”
“I’ve been feeling anxious for the last few days and I were hoping get rid of some stress here.”
“Are you nervous about the trial?” At Spike’s nod she continued, “I understand. I've found that playing some music is a good way to settle one’s nerves. What instrument do you play?” She already knew what instrument he played. She had memorized every single thing about him in that article. Though she didn’t want him to know, so she figured it was best to play coy.
“I’m a pianist myself.” Spike goes backstage, moving a grand piano and a seat on roller wheels about 15 feet from where Octavia was standing. “I come here to play whenever I’m in the mood since I don’t have enough money or room for a personal piano back at my place. And while you played that last song beautifully it sounded a bit lonely and sad. It doesn’t fit a wonderful mare like yourself.” Octavia was beginning to wonder whether or not he was doing this on purpose. “Allow me to lighten the mood.” Spike cracked his knuckles, gently lays his fingers on the keys of the piano, takes a calming breath, and started to play.
Music once again bounced off the walls of the center. This time though, there is no sadness in the music. The song was unfamiliar to the cello player, it started off slow but it quickly picked up speed. One could feel a relaxing calmness in the music. Octavia could feel any stress or worries she had slowly melt away. She turned her attention to the dragon playing the music. Spike eyes were closed, his head swaying side to side in rhythm to the music, and smile slowly growing on his face. His claws glided across the key board like a phantom with ease. Octavia's line of thought soon changed to how exactly those claws of his could play her to make her moan and scream with pleasure.
His hands gently caressing her face as they glazed lovingly into each others eyes. Him using his claws to gently comb her mane as they share a lover’s kiss. Those scaled hands soothingly rubbing her back as they embrace each other. His fingers slowly circle the outside rim of her pussy before inserting them inside her. Spike using his claws to grip her back legs to spread them out so he can ravage her lower lips. Those wonderful claws of his was kneeing and messaging her flanks as he thrusts into her standing. His arms holding her forelegs as he roughly plow into her from behind. These images and many more played through her mind as her imaginations runs wild with what he could do with those nimble hands of his.
Octavia snapped out of her thoughts as the came to an end. Stamping down on her blush and arousal for appearances’ sake she started to stomp her hooves on the floor as a form of applause. “That was wonderful. What song was that, I didn’t recognize it?”
Spike let out a small chuckle and replied, “No surprised since it was an original song made by my old piano teacher. It doesn’t have a proper but I’ve always called it 'The Musician.'”
Octavia raised an eyebrow at the odd name. “The Musician? Why did you give it that name?”
“It was in honor of my old piano teacher, a unicorn who called himself The Musician. He was kind of odd and always had this creepy grin all the time but he was okay once you get use to him. He was my teacher for about a year before he left saying that he taught everything I needed, and I should choice my path from there. I have no idea where he went; the only thing he said was that he was looking for his brother named The Earl.” A thoughtful look appeared on his face. “Now that I think about it I wonder if he was related to Ditzy’s husband, The Doctor.”
The cello played let out a little giggle at the thought. “Well either way you’re quite the musician yourself.”
Spike waved away the compliment. “Nah, I’m not that good. There are many other piano players out better than me. A friend of mine I met in Canterlot, a griffon called Soul Eater, is a lot more skilled than me. The guy was somewhat twisted but a pretty cool dude once you get to know him. He could come up with these creepy but amazing and complex songs on the fly while it would take me days to come up with.”
“Handsome, talented, and modest.” This caused a small blush too appeared on Spike’s scaled face, much to Octavia’s delight, "you wouldn’t happen to be single would you?” She said in a joking tone, while being completely serious inside her mind.
“I suppose I am, at the moment,” This caused Octavia to do a happy dance while screaming yes inside her head. “but with everything happening I want to hold off starting a relationship until I’m in the clear.”
“I understand. Since we’re here and have some time on our hooves, how do you feel about doing a duet?” She asked calmly all while praying that he would say yes.
“Sure why not. They have some sheet music stored in the back; surprisingly they have a pretty large selection here. Just give me a minute.”
Spike got up from his seat, made his way to the backstage, and walked up to an array of filing cabinets. They were filled with sheet music for just about any song for any situation or performance. If Twilight was anything, she was thorough. After a few minutes of searching he ended up finding a songs that looked like fun to play.
He made his way to Octavia and showed her the music sheet. “I found a song we could play. Do you want to play this one or give another song a try?”
The black maned pony’s expression turned thoughtful as she looked at the music sheet in front of her. After a minute or two she finally said, “I think that this is a nice song to play, I’ve played it on multiple occasions so I don’t need the sheet. Do you need a few minutes to memorize it?”
“Don’t worry; this happens to be one of my personal favorites. I practically know it by heart.” She nodded in understanding and the two of them went to their respective instruments and got into position. For this song Spike was the one to start them off.
He first started off with an eloquent and calming melody. After a couple of seconds playing by himself Octavia joins him with her cello. Like the first two times beautiful music bounces of the walls as the notes played by two different musicians and beings meld together in perfect harmony. The two of them soon find themselves lost in their own music. The walls of the stage slowly melted as they become more focus on the music. Slowly a lush tranquil forest takes its place. A peaceful feeling is soon spread throughout the forest through the music, which in turn radiated a calming atmosphere throughout the land, filling both musicians with a sense of peace.
This is incredible. Octavia thought to herself about both their performances and the drake himself. While they both might know the well it amazed her how they were completely in synch with each other right from the start. She hadn’t felt this alive in a long while. This was like the time where she played her first song well, her first recital, and her first time she as part of a big name orchestra. As they continued to play her thoughts turned to her musical partner.
While from what she learned in the article suggested that he was a charming individual and an amazing drake to be around with it was a whole other experience to actually spend time with. He was smart, charming, kind, funny, and had a strong appreciation for music. Everything she liked in her stallion, or this case dragon. Her thoughts soon turned to his physical appearance. His large frame, slightly larger than that one quiet red earth pony she had seen around town. Smooth scales that did little to cover the slim, strong muscles beneath them. Muscles that held a lot of strength and stamina that could out last her. Spike’s deep emerald eyes were so enchanting she could easily loss herself in them if she wasn’t careful. And if the rumors about dragons were true than he had two large members hidden underneath his scales. The very thought nearly made her drool with all the possibilities she could do with them. Add the fact that she hasn’t been touched for so long, having someone like Spike within arm’s reach was driving her crazy.
As the song came to an end she made a decision, with Celestia as her witness, Octavia was going to have sex with Spike. She didn’t care if it develops into a lasting relationship or it’s just a one night stand. She was brought out of her planning by Dusty Broom, telling them that he was closing the center and that they should clean up and leave. As Spike went to put away the piano, seat, and music sheet where he found them Octavia was putting away her cello and bow into her cello case while trying to come up with a plan to get Spike to follow her home. As she was about to put the case on her back it was grabbed by Spike. He smiled and said. “Let me help you with that.”
She returned the smile. Both at the kind gesture and at the fact that he was saving her the trouble of making up an excuse to bring him home with her. “Thank you, but you don’t have to.”
“It’s not a problem, besides it gives me more time to talk to you anyway.” Octavia once again blushed. The two left the center and Spike followed Octavia to her home.
“You know I like, Ponyville at night. It’s quiet, the air is nice and cool, and you can just look up and see the stars if it’s not cloudy outside.” Spike said while taking a quick look at the sky.
Octavia nodded her head in agreement. “I agree. It’s one of the reasons I moved here in the first place.”
The statement caused Spike to raise his eyebrow in curiosity. “Now that you mention it I’ve only seen you around only about a month ago. Though I don’t remember any houses being built or up for sale at the time.”
“That because I moved in with a friend of mine for the time being. I wanted to buy my own place but since there wasn’t any available she offered her place to me since she owned a big house and had plenty of room.”
“I see. So why did you come here in the first place?”
“I came here for a change of scenery and some peace and quiet.”
That last part of that statement got a chuckle out of the drake. “If you came for peace and quiet you came to the wrong place. I swear if my friends aren’t fixing problems, they’re causing them.”
The last sentence caused the mare to giggle. “True, but you got to admit that it’s never boring in this town.”
“True enough.” As they walked up to Octavia’s home she took the key from its hiding spot after telling Spike to turn around and unlocking the door. As they made their way inside the black mane mared told the drake to just put her cello case on a nearby couch.
The drake turned his head toward the mare and said, “Thank you for the wonderful time Octavia. It’s been a long while since I had that much fun playing with someone.” He turns his head slightly to one side with a small blush on his face. “I would like to ask you a favor before I go, and you could say no if you don’t want to do it.”
This earned a small sultry look from the cello player, already guessing what this favor might be. “Before you ask I want to give you give you something as my thanks for helping me with my cello case and for the wonderful time together. Now, close your eyes.” The statement caused the dragon to raise his eyebrow but did as he was told.
After he did so the mare slowly walked up to him with a half lidded sultry gaze as she gently placed her lips on Spike’s scaled ones. Spike opened his eyes at the sudden touch, but after look in her half lidded eyes the message was clear. He slowly closed his eyes again and returned the kiss. For a minute or two the kiss was soft and gentle, until Octavia decided to step things up a bit. She slightly opens her mouth and probed his lips with her tongue, asking for entry, he opened his mouth and the two deepen the kiss. The cello player’s tongue slowly and sensually explored the inside of the drake’s mouth, leaving no stone unturned.
After letting Octavia have free reign in her mouth Spike decided to take things up a notch. His long lizard like tongue came to life wrapped itself around the mares tongue like a python with its prey, gently squeezing and messaging it. This new sensation caused waves of pleasure to rip through the mare’s body with every movement, causing her to let out a hearty moan. After about a minute of tongue message she decided to return the favor. She was able to bring her and Spike’s tongue into her mouth, gently close her lips around the drakes tongue, and surprisingly started sucking on it. It caused a shock of pleasure to shoot down his spine. This continued for about a minute before they parted with a string of saliva linking their mouths and the two of them grasping for breathe.
“Wow, that was some thank you.” Spike finally said with a dreamy look on his face.
“That wasn’t the thank you.” She replied in a sexy tone, “That was just the invitation. The real thank you happens upstairs in my room.” She turned around and made her way towards the stair while shaking her hips, showing off one of her best assets, her flanks. Octavia’s flanks were bigger than a large number of mares and due to her often having to stand on her back legs while playing her cello for hours on end had help toned it. The combination of her glorious flanks and her swaying put Spike into a trance while he mindlessly followed her up the stairs and to her room. As they enter the room the dragon closed the door with his tail. Octavia turned around to face the drake and with a sexy tone said, “How do you want to do this? Slowly or do you want to go straight to the fucking?”
“I prefer the foreplay.” Spike replied with a smirk.
“Slow it is. How about you pick me up and continue where we left off.” The mare said with a look of lust on her face. Spike went to stand on his back legs, picked up the mare in front of him, and shared a hot steaming kiss. Her forelegs wrapped around his neck while his hands went to her flanks to hold her up as their tongues wrestled for control. While Spike’s serpent like tongue had the advantage by coiling around Octavia’s she fought back with surprising strength and control, rotating between thrashing around in his mouth and sucking on and twirling his tongue. The two’s action causing the other to loudly moan in each others mouths as they only take quick breaks for a couple of seconds to take a quick breath before going back to their make out session. As their tongues battle the drake’s hands started to sensually knead and massage the mare’s large slightly toned flanks.
They were firm yet slightly squishy like dough, and due to their large size were able to fill up his large claws and then some. It was as soft and warm thanks to the fur as his thumbs circle around her cutiemark. Octavia’s moaning got louder, spurring Spike on. He slowly used his index fingers to probe the already wet lower. After a couple of seconds of teasing he slowly inserts them into her pussy. Once inside the fingers slowly moved around, messaging her inner walls. Every single movement of his fingers caused her to moan in his mouth. It was like she was an instrument in the hooves of a master, and her moans were sweet music to his ears. It caused the mare to moan even louder, she parted for a second to breathe out, “More.” After she said it she went back into their make out session.
More? What more can I do in this position. Spike thought to himself. It was a little early to put his dicks into use at the moment and from the looks of it she wants to continue sucking each others faces. After a second or two an idea came to him that he hadn’t tried with any mare yet. Using his long dexterous tail he positioned his blunt arrowhead tip of his tail under the mare. He uses his fingers still in her pussy to widen the hole and slowly enter the arrow tip into her folds. Octavia lets out a really loud moan of surprise and pleasure at this. Her juice flowed down the spade and tail to the tip moved up and down and side to side inside her.
She could feel her climax on the horizon from the treatment and she was holding it back for as long as she could. Just before she could release Spike took his tail out of her pussy, much to her displeasure, but before she could demand him to put it back the tip went into her anus. Using the mare’s cum as a lubricant to make it easier for the arrowhead to enter the tight hole. When he got it in as far as he safely could he twist, moved, thrust, and shake his tail inside the hole. This was a major turn on for the cello player since she preferred getting her anus fucked. Her moans intensified to the point she was almost screaming into Spike’s mouth. Every movement of his tongue, claws, and tail would change the pitch and volume of his beautiful instrument, producing some of the sweetest and most sexual music ever.
It soon became too much for the mare and with a massive scream of pleasure came long and hard, coating Spike’s fingers and part of his tail with her inner juice. It took a good five minutes for her climax to come to an end with her screaming every step of the way. When it ended she just laid her head on Spike’s shoulder while the drake held her up. After she finally got some air in her lungs she said, “That was amazing. I can see all that time playing the piano is being put to good use.”
With a cheeky grin the purple scaled drake replied. “Then again, I had a beautiful mare to work with.”
“Thank you. Ready for round two?” The dragon nodded and Octavia then pointed to the queen sized bed in her room. “Good. Now lay down on your back.” She ordered with a commanding and sexy tone. A second later Spike was on the bed, laying on his back, revealing that his dual instruments had taken themselves out of their cases during the intense make out session. She stared at them with pure lust in her eyes with a little bit of drool dripping from her mouth. It wasn’t a surprise to her that he had two, but it was the size of them that threw her for a lust filled loop.
Spike raised his head to look at the mare as she stared holes into his dicks. “Surprised?” He asked.
Shaking her head, she makes her way onto the bed and replies, “About you having two dicks, no. I’ve heard that is normal for dragons. What surprised me was how long and thick they were.” She positioned herself on top on him with her plot hovering above his head, her marehood still leaking from her climax, droplets of her nectar falling onto Spike’s face, and her facing his twin towers. The black maned mare raised her plot up than crashing it down hard on the drakes face with her pussy against his mouth. The drake’s nose is soon filled with a heavenly aroma from her cunt with her soft, glorious flanks covering most of his face as she grind them against him.
Taking the hint he stuck out his tongue and circled it around her folds. Octavia shook with pleasure as she felt the long serpent tongue circle and tease the folds of her pussy. Deciding that it was her turn to give Spike some pleasure she turned her attention to his dicks, both long like her bow and thick like her cello’s neck. She put her face close to them, taking a big whiff of the musky smell coming from the two. She put her hoof to the one closest to her slowly stroke it, causing Spike to let out a moan. Her hoof was really soft and due to years of playing her cello taught her how to use those hoof their fullest. She moved her hoof around the dick as if she was stroking the strings of a cello. It amazed her how warm it was. It was like it was as warm as a heater somepony would use to sleep at night. Her thoughts soon turned to what it would be like with both of them inside. Soon the other hoof joined the other and her pace increased as the drake’s moaning under her got louder.
She so went to the base the penis she was giving a hoofjob and gave it a long lick, from base to tip. She gave the tip a wet sloppy kiss and started to use her tongue to lick word the dick while her hooves went the lower one to give it some attention. The pleasure Spike was feeling doubled, he decided to aware the mare and finally inserted his tongue in between her folds, his tongue lapping all around the inner walls, making sure to lick every nook and cranny. Octavia stopped licking Spike’s dick like a popsicle for a second to let out a loud moan, she soon returned the favor by plunging his dick into her mouth almost to the base. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucking and circling the dick with her tongue, making sure to completely coat it with her drool. The piano player lets out a large moan into her cunt that sent a massive wave of pleasure through the cello player’s body. She soon slowly pulled the dick out of her mouth a sensual pop, the entire thing was heavily coated with her saliva. She then put her mouth to work on the lower the same treatment as the first. The two musicians were trying to put off their climaxes for as long as they can but it was soon becoming a losing battle, so the black maned mare decided to make the drake under her cum first and doubled her effects. Quickly she could tell from the way the two penises were twitching they were about to blow any second. The mare took the dick out of her mouth, squeeze the two together and put both heads into her mouth while giving the two a hoofjob. This drove the dragon over the edge and came hard into the cello player’s waiting mouth and throat. Cum continuously squirted into her mouth as she made sure to gulp down every last drop. After the flow stopped she pulled her mouth off the dicks and savor the taste of a dragon’s cum. It was saltier than a stallion’s, but it tasted even better than all of her past lovers. With things on her end done for the time being she focuses on the pleasure the dragon under her was giving her and grinding her marehood and flanks against his face.
Not one to be outdone, Spike started to bend his long tongue while still inside to where only the tip of his forked tongue was sticking out. It soon found its way to the mare’s love button. With amazing skill he coiled the tip of his tongue around it to massage it and gently squeezing it, sending wave after wave of immense pleasure, causing Octavia to scream in pleasure that echoed throughout the room and the whole. He soon found out that with every spot he touched inside her and how he moved is tongue around the bulb, it would change the tone, volume, and pitch of the mare’s pleasure induce screams. She once again became his instrument and was making music even more beautiful music than before. It soon became too much for her and a waterfall erupts from her pussy like a bursting dam into his mouth and on his face. He caught as much as he could in his mouth but a lot of it still got on his face, he was just happy that he had his eyes closed. By the time the climax ended Spike’s mouth was filled with cum while his face was almost was cover with the stuff. Not that he was complaining.
The cello player turned around to admire her work and liking what she was seeing. Seeing Spike face coated with her cum was a real turn on and was making her wet even after the massive orgasm. She watched as Spike gulped down the cum in his mouth and then using his long tongue to lick all the cum off his face. To him it tasted like the sweetest honeysuckle he ever had, the arousal he got from the cum was enough for his dicks to return full mast. The very taste was. With a lust filled grin on her face she asked, “You ready for some more, big boy?” At his nod she continued while she point to a wall with no furniture on it. “Good, now stand up and lean against the wall.”
He was a bit surprised by the odd command but he did what he was told. He got up, somewhat shakily, and leaned against the wall while standing, his rods standing at attention. The mare got off the bed positioned herself so that the upper penis was aligning with her marehood.
“So why did you want me to do this?” The drake asked.
With a sexual and somewhat intimidating look on her face she replied, “Ever heard of the phrase, “Wall banging good”?”
With a mixture of excitement and worry Spike asked, “While I’m all up for whatever you got planned we shouldn’t make too much noise, I don’t want disturbed your house mate.”
“Don’t worry, she’s a DJ at some concert in Manehatten. She won’t be back for another week or so. Now, less talking, more fucking!” And with that she bucked her pussy onto the dick, taking it in all at once, her flanks slapping against his hips. It caused both the pony and dragon to let out a loud moan. She then pulled her pussy to the point where just the head of the cock was still inside her and then pushes her pussy back hard as Spike gripped the wall with his claws to keep him in place. Octavia soon picks up her pace, her pussy coming harder and faster with each thrust as her grunts and moans of complete ecstasy mixed with the sounds of her plot slapping against him, and his lower back banging against the wall behind him into an odd melody that drove the mare to put even more force into her bucking. Octavia always loved this position, just bucking away at a stallion’s dick as fast and hard as she could was a really big turn on for her. She knew that she was just seconds away from her climax and was prolonging it for as long as she could. The problem was that the stallions she had done this with either got hurt to some degree or sore. Though from the pleasure filled grunts and moans that wasn’t the case with Spike. “OH YES! *moan* You have no idea how *grunt* much I *groan* needed this! Sweet Celestia,*grunt* your massive drumstick feels *moan* so good!”
Spike was really thankful that he was born a dragon at the moment. While he was almost completely lost in the pleasure with every hard slam sending a sexual jolt throughout his body he knew that this would have probably hurt if he was a stallion. Her pussy was one of the tightest he had ever dealt with while the lower one was created pleasurable friction one her soft stomach. He could already feel his climax was coming faster than Rainbow Dash doing a sonic rainboom. “This is*grunt* amazing! Your pussy *ah* is so tight! It’s *groan* tighter than the *moan* wires of a piano *ah* and you flanks *grunt* feels so *moan* good! I’m *ah* about to *moan*cum soon!”
“I know Spi *ah* Spike, just hold *moan* little longer!” Octavia went speed increased even further and rougher. The slapping sounds of her flanks soon sounded like the sounded like the beating of a drum. After a few minutes they couldn’t hold it in any longer can yelled out in perfect harmony, “I’M CUMMING!!” Their cum was mixing together inside the mare’s pussy than slowly dripped down their while the lower penis was spurted semen on the mare’s stomach and floor. It felt like the dragon’s dick and the mare’s insides were melting from the combined heat. Octavia legs was somewhat shaking as she pulled herself free of Spike’s penis as she lay down on her back on the room’s bed. After the drake unhooked himself from the wall he said, “That was amazing Octavia.”
The mare in question raised her he and gave him a sexual glare and smile that practically oozed lust. “That’s good to know, because we’re not done yet.”
That came as a surprise to the drake, it usually seemed three was the magic number of orgasm the average mare could do before they pass out from exhaustion, but he was realizing that Octavia was not your average mare in more ways than one. He smirked as he could feel his dicks getting hard again as he made his way to the bed. When was on top of the bed he asked the mare, “Where you do you want it and which one?”
“Put the lower one right in my pussy, I want my insides and outside coated with your sperm. And don’t be afraid to get a little rough.” Spike just smirked and thrust his lower dick right into the awaiting pussy, causing the mare to let out a shriek. He grabbed her back legs and started to trust into the mare, he would slowly pull out his dick to the point where it’s almost out and then slammed it back inside hard, sacrificing speed for power. With every thrust Octavia lets out a shriek of pleasure while Spike would let out a grunt of joy and effort. For the third or fourth time that night they made sweet beautiful music through their sex. This was the kind of music that ponies would pay through their nose to listen and start having sex themselves. She could feel every thrust in the back of her throat like a pony hitting a gong. No stallion had ever made her feel like this and she hoped they could do this again in the future. Even if they didn’t she would always remember this feeling.
Soon the time had come for another dual climax and like before they yield out screams of pleasure as if they were singing in perfect harmony. After he pulled his cock out of the mare’s pussy he looked the cello player over to admire his work. Octavia’s pussy was completely overflowing with Spike’s cum and her stomach and face covered in it which she started to scooping up his cum in her hooves and started to drink and lick them until she was completely clean. The erotic site made his dicks as stiff as a board again much to his surprise.
The mare looked at his once again stands dicks and with a smirk said, “I’m surprise you’re still good to go, though I’m not complaining. I believe it’s time for the grand finale.”
By Celestia’s giant ass, this mare is insatiable! Was the thought that went through the drakes mind, though he still had one good fucking left in him.
“Now lean against the bed post and we can finish our session.”
Once again he did as was he did as he was told and lean his back against the bed post and spread out his legs. Octavia got on her hoofs and positioned herself so that the upper dick aligned with her asshole while the lower one aligned with her pussy. The piano player put his hands on her flanks to help guide the awaiting holes to his dicks. Once she felt the head touch the holes she once again slammed down on him, taking in both of his dicks at once, with was easy for her anus to do so since the upper dick was still wet and slippery from the cum from the earlier session. Both moaned in a duet fashion, singers in a musical performance of sex and pleasure. Similar to the wall banging position Octavia hammer away at Spike, with his dick being pulled and pushed into her cunt and anus, only this time Spike joined in on the effort. He timed it so that every thrust would slam into Octavia every time she bucked.
They were feeling pleasure beyond they had every experience. Octavia was drowning in a sea of pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her skull while she openly drool with her tongue hanging out as she moaned and scream in pleasure for all to hear. Spike felt like he was losing his mind to what he was experiencing and at the moment he didn’t mind if he went as mad as Discord, as long as he could continue experiencing the feeling. The combination of the wet slaps of the two dicks and holes slamming together, the moans, grunts, and shrieks of pleasure of the two musicians, the creaking of the bed, and the occasion smack of Spike’s hand to Octavia’s flanks was making music so beautiful and perfect that no orchestra could come close to making such music. Even the gods themselves couldn’t make the music any perfect even if they put their very beings on the line to do so.
Like the old say goes, “all go things must come to an end.” Both of them knew it was coming soon so they both decide to give this duet a big ending. Spike and Octavia gathered their remaining strength and thrust and bucked respectfully at the same time and climax together. The orgasm defied all logic as they came more and harder than any of their other climaxes, it took them a good five minutes before it ended and fell limp on the bed still attached.
The two were beyond tired and happy; the adrenaline from their sex was fading away and being to becoming sleepy. Spike looked at a nearby clock and saw that it was two in the morning. He turned to the mare and asked, “It’s pretty late, mind if I sleep her for the night?” She just nodded still hadn’t quite came down from her cloud nine. Spike picked the mare up, pulled his now limp dicks out of her, lay on the bed, turned her around, and laid her on top of him with their chests against each other. They cuddled against each other, enjoying the others warmth and Octavia was soon fast asleep. Right before he joins her one last thought went through Spike’s mind.
Three down, another nine to go.
Author's Note
DARKPHANTOM13 A.U. Note/Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the music or videos in this chapter.
Alright, that's the Octavia chapter. Up next is Trixie with Riddleja
Chapter by: DARKPHANTOM13
Somewhat Edited/Cleaned Up by: Blood Brandy
That Old Black Magic (Riddleja)
The following morning, Spike left Octavia’s and continued on his quest. I know I have to get these mares on my side to keep myself out of jail, but do I really have to see HER? He thought to himself. After all, the next mare on the list was a very troublesome mare. She was the same mare who made up stories to sound famous, caused Snips and Snails to bring an Ursa Minor into Ponyville, and became a power-hungry tyrant after being influenced by the Alicorn Amulet. The mare in question was none other than…
“The Great and Powerful TRIXIE!!!”
The blue unicorn proudly took the stage as she began her magic show. When she first arrived, she had boasted about her greatness to the point of making up a story just to be popular. But after learning her lesson, she decided to move into Ponyville and perform magic tricks and special plays for entertainment. Yet one thing was still eating away at the back of her air-headed mind. Trixie was going to be on jury for Spike in about 10 days. She believed the drake to be innocent for a few reasons. The first was because of how adorable she thought Spike was when he was a baby dragon. She would even have silly fantasies of cuddling him like a plush toy and making him where a silly pink bow. Some “Great and Powerful” Trixie right there.
The other reason was because of how ridiculous the charges sounded. I mean how is it that somepony could be arrested for jaywalking when there aren’t even any streets around Ponyville? She thought. Such a charge sounded sillier than her boastful story of banishing an Uras Major. And lollygagging? How pathetic are those fools? They must have made it up.
The third reason was because of the Judge. Trixie had heard of what kind of Stallion Prince Blueblood was and could not understand why he was made a judge. He’s just a big, pompous bully who’s jealous of someone as likable as Spike. She thought. How he ever got to be judge I’ll never know. He probably bought the position. One thing Trixie would ever want to do was to turn Blueblood into a cupcake and feed him to Pinkie Pie. But then she’d just puke him back up.
After the show was finished, Trixie went back to her carriage to rest. “Another day, another bit”, she sighed proudly. She was just getting some tea heated up when she heard a knock at the door.
“Now who could that be?” wondered Trixie. She hadn’t expected any company that night. Figuring it might be a fan asking for an autograph, she decided to open the door.
“Greetings, O Great and Powerful Trixie!” To Trixie’s surprise, there at her doorway was Spike. He wore a magician’s cape and a top hat. He held a wand in one claw and a grin on his face. “I can see that I have arrived just in time”.
“Why Spike,” said Trixie, “what a surprise…”
“Shhh,” shushed Spike, putting a scaly finger to Trixie’s lips. “Today, I am Spike the Magnificent; the most talented Dragon Magician in Equestria! I have come to entertain you with my feats of greatness.”
With that, Spike took off his cape and threw it into the air. He then used his dragon flame on it. Suddenly the cape exploded into a bouquet of flowers. It floated into Spike’s arms and he presented them to Trixie, who graciously accepted them. Then he took off his top hat, put it on a small wooden table beside him, tapped it 3 times, and removed the hat. From under it he produced an ice cream milkshake. He gave it to Trixie who tried a taste of it.
“It’s Caramel Coconut Swirl!” she gasped. “It is Trixie’s favorite ice cream flavor!”
“I am pleased that you are enjoying the show,” commented Spike, “but I haven’t gotten to the best part yet. And now,” he declared grandly, “it is time for the Grand Finale!”
Spike snapped his fingers and in seconds, a large rope coiled around him and held him into the air. This caused Trixie to gasp in surprise, especially as a tank full of hungry sharks appeared right below him.
”Are you mad?!” Trixie cried.
“Nope”, replied Spike. “Just insane.”
With that, parts of a box flew in and incased Spike. Just as Trixie thought she’d seen enough, the rope holding Spike snapped, causing the box to plummet towards the shark tank! But just before it touched the tank, the box exploded in a pile of confetti, but Spike was nowhere to be seen!
“Looking for me?”
Trixie looked back and saw Spike sitting on the roof of her wagon as if nothing had happened. Trixie was so amazed by this that she began to clap loudly as Spike stood up to bow.
”Bravo! Bravo!” she cheered. “Trixie has never seen such a performance in her life!”
“Oh it was nothing”, said Spike.
”Don’t be so modest”, commented Trixie. “How did you do it?”
”A true magician never reveals his secrets”, Spike grinned. “But perhaps we can have a little talk?”
So they went inside Trixie’s wagon.
“So,” said Trixie, “I believe you are wishing to discuss your problem with the charges against you.”
”How’d you know?” gasped Spike.
“You just told me”, chuckled Trixie. “And also because I was thinking about the same thing. It’s not fair that some rich snob should convict an innocent dragon out of jealousy.”
“I agree completely”, agreed Spike. He was rather surprised by how quick Trixie got to the point. “And I would appreciate it if I could have your support on showing I’m innocent.”
Trixie grew a flirty grin. “What’s in it for me?” she said in a teasing voice. She needed no answer for Trixie could read Spike’s mind perfectly. “Very well”, she decided. “I will help.”
”Yes!” Spike leaped in excitement.
”But not so fast, lover boy”, interrupted Trixie, playfully booping Spike on the nose. “The Great and Powerful Trixie first demands a sacrifice.”
Spike was puzzled. “A sacrifice? But I don’t want to sacrifice others just to benefit my own…”
Before Spike could continue, Trixie summoned a pair of feathers with her magic and began tickling Spike’s sides with them.
“Stop!” He cried as he fell to the floor laughing. “That tickles!” After a few seconds, the tickling stopped.
”I shall tickle you again,” smirked Trixie, “unless you can appease me. And by the way, I do not want you to sacrifice other ponies.”
“Well alright”, said Spike, getting back to his feet. “What is it that you want?”
”I want…” Trixie paused dramatically for a few seconds, “… a shrubbery! DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!”
Spike wasn’t that amused. “That’s it?” he asked. “A plain old shrubbery?”
”Of course”, declared Trixie. “Trixie has needed to spruce up her wagon for quite some time to make it a little pretty.”
Spike was about to object when he saw Trixie summon the feathers again.
“You must bring me the shrubbery,” she said cheekily, “or else you will not pass through… untickled!”
”Fear not, O Great and Powerful Trixie”, declared Spike. “I shall return with your shrubbery.”
“One that looks nice,” added Trixie, “and not too expensive.”
“Of course.” And with that, Spike set out on his quest to find the shrubbery of bushiness.
“I can’t believe I’m on a wild goose chase for a shrub”, Spike complained to himself. “Trixie is so lucky she has a cute face or I wouldn’t be so nice.”
At last, he came across a hut. Outside he could see a stallion with some shrubberies.
“Excuse me”, Spike called to the Stallion, who had his back turned. “Do you sell shrubberies?”
”Of course I do”, replied the stallion. “They call me Shrub-beard.”
“Why do they call you that?” Spike’s question was soon answered once the stallion turned his face towards him. “Holy freak show!”
On Shrub-beard’s chin was a green bushy shrub that acted like a beard.
”It’s quite alright”, he told Spike. “I’m quite used to hearing that. The only downside is that I don’t know whether to use a razor or a hedge trimmer when shaving. Now, which kind of shrubbery would you like?”
Spike examined the selection.
”How about the one with the blue roses?” he asked.
“That’ll be 5 bits”, replied Shrub-beard.
“Deal.” So Spike paid Shrub-beard and headed off with the shrubbery. Just as Spike had left, a bird tried to make a nest in Shrub-beard’s beard.
“Shoo!” he said, shooing the bird away.
Spike soon made his way back to Trixie’s wagon and saw the mare waiting for him.
“O Great and Powerful Trixie,” Spike said as he placed the shrubbery down, “I have brought you your shrubbery. Are you pleased?”
“It is a good shrubbery”, complimented Trixie. “I like the blue roses especially. But there is one small problem.”
”Problem?” asked Spike. “What problem?”
“I am now… no longer the Great and Powerful Trixie”, replied Trixie. “I am now the Great and Beautiful Trixie! Therefore, I must give you a test.”
”What test do you want me to perform, O Great and Beautiful Trixie?” Spike was starting to find it hard to please this mare.
“Firstly, you must find…” Trixie paused dramatically again, “…another shrubbery! DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” groaned Spike.
“Then when you have found that shrubbery,” continued Trixie, “you must bring it here next to this one, only make it so there’s a path between them.”
Spike face-palmed himself from hearing this.
”Then after that,” Trixie went on,”you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest… with… a feather! DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!”
“Oh come on!” cried Spike. “Are you crazy?”
“It’s a slight possibility”, replied Trixie.
Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn’t want to do so many errands for Trixie, but he also wanted to make sure she would support his innocence. So he headed back to Shrub-beard’s hut. This time Shrub-beard gave him the second shrubbery for free due to him being too distracted fighting off more birds.
“Go away!” he said, shaking a broom at them. “This beard ain't gonna be your new outhouse!”
Once Spike brought the second shrubbery to Trixie, she gave him the feather to cut down the mightiest tree.
“How I’m gonna be able to cut down a tree with a feather, I’ll never know”, Spike muttered to himself.
Before long, Spike came across the mightiest tree in the forest. It was as tall as Canterlot Castle.
“This will not be easy”, groaned Spike. He pulled out the feather and was about to attempt at cutting the tree down when…
Poof!
The feather turned into a machete!
“Awesome!” cried Spike. Using the machete, the tree was cut down in no time. Spike was about to pick it up when…
“Hey there.” The tree grew a face, causing Spike to jump back in surprise.
“Whoa!” he cried. Spike had never imagined a tree to come alive like that. “Uh, hi. Who are you?”
“Eh, most ponies just call me Steve”, replied the tree. “I don’t really care for it though. I’d rather be called something awesome like Uzi Bazooka. Anywho, who are you?”
”Uh, I’m Spike”, the dragon answered. “Sorry about cutting you down and all. You see, there’s this girl that…”
”Don’t worry about it”, interrupted Steve. “I've been cut down about 500 times. It doesn't even bother me.”
”Well that’s cool I gue- wait a minute!” cried Spike. “How is it you've been cut down 500 times but you’re here right now?”
”Easy”, replied Steve. “Watch this.” With that, Steve broke wind and a tiny sprout popped out of the stump where he used to be. Spike could see that Steve’s face had left his body and went to the sprout instead.
“Ta-da! Well, what do you think?” The sprout asked with a high-pitched voice. “I’ve done this so long I actually enjoy it.”
Spike was now dumbfounded at what he saw. “Uh, yeah. Really neat”, he finally said. “Well, I’d better go now. Nice talking to you.”
”Take care”, Steve called as he waved until Spike was out of sight.
“Man,” said Spike to himself, “this is getting completely crazy and random. It’s like Pinkie Pie took over and rewrote reality or something.”
At last, Spike made it back to Trixie’s wagon.
“Well,” he sighed in exhaustion as he heaved the tree off his back, “I did it. I cut down the mightiest tree with that weird feather of yours.”
”Excellent”, congratulated Trixie. “You have passed the test.”
”Finally”, muttered Spike.
“But one last thing”, added Trixie. “Does this cape make my flanks look big?”
“Yes”, said Spike flatly. “Yes it does.”
”Well, at least you weren’t being a jerk about it”, said Trixie. “But enough of these trivial things. How about you and me make a little magic of our own?” She raised her eyebrows up and down in a flirty manner as she entered her wagon. Spike reluctantly followed.
“About time”, he said under his breath. Suddenly he was caught off guard as Trixie jumped and kissed him right on the lips, knocking him to the floor. On the outside of the wagon, the door swung closed after a sign was put on it saying ‘Out to Lunch’. The only noises that could be heard were Trixie’s playful giggles, the sounds of her blowing on Spike’s belly, and Spike’s laughter followed by some occasional kissing. This all went on through the night.
The following morning, Spike woke up with a pink bow on his forehead and Trixie next to him still asleep. Spike’s stirring had caused her to wake up as well.
“Morning, sleepy head”, she chuckled, kissing Spike on the forehead.
“Any particular reason I’m wearing a pink bow on my head?” asked Spike. Trixie blushed with embarrassment.
“When you were a baby dragon,” she explained, “I thought you were so adorable that I wanted to cuddle you like a plush toy and put pretty pink bows on you.”
“You’ve got problems”, said a weirded out Spike.
“Indeed I do”, confessed Trixie. “Please don’t tell anypony else about what I said. I don’t want them to think little of me.”
”I don’t think you have to worry about that, Trixie”, replied Spike.
“Thank you”, Trixie said, hugging Spike.
“Well I have to go now”, said Spike, heading out the door. “But fear not. For one day, Spike the Magnificent shall return again!” And with that, Spike headed off on his quest to secure an innocent vote for the jury. Trixie just slumped off to get some food.
”What a nice guy”, she sighed happily.
Author's Note
Well, that's Riddleja's chapter. And before anyone asks, Riddleja made a deal for a clop-free chapter with FlimFlamBros long before I took over at the guy in charge of this, so I kinda felt I had to abide by the former owner's agreements. That said, if you check it, I also just posted an interlude. It's not counting as my chapter, and it's not necessarily cannon to the story, but it can be if you want. It's basically just an apology for the time it took for this to get out.
Chapter by: Riddleja
Giving or Getting Oral (Swashbucklist)
Swashbucklist A/N: Warning! Contains bondage, femdom, macrophilia, and hints at vore.
Spike found himself on a route that had only become familiar recently, after he'd become old enough—and therefore dangerous enough—to defend himself from the creatures that lurked in the Everfree. The walk to Zecora's hut was also much quicker nowadays with his longer stride.
Truth be told, the didn't actually believe there was anything to worry about from the Zebra in question. Zecora was a good friend, and would almost certainly vote for his innocence, but he had already been seen in quite a few locations in Ponyville, and thought it might be a wise idea to space out his crusade. Besides, it was early in the afternoon, and since she didn't have a nine-to-five, Zecora was probably the only mare on his list who wouldn't mind his company so early.
If nothing else, I may as well confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's on my side, he thought as the hut came into view. He gave two confident knocks, and he waited...and waited...and waited...
“I'm sorry I wasn't in to greet my latest guest. Would—”
“Gyah !” Startled, the Dragon spun around to meet the eyes of an equally startled Zebra. “Oh, uh, sorry Zecora.” He awkwardly scratched himself under his chin. “Usually people are already inside their homes when you come to visit them, so you startled me a little.”
Zecora nodded calmly, a small frown still in place from being startled herself. She stood patiently, waiting for the Dragon to explain his presence at her abode, but he just stood there awkwardly. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, “Perhaps if you let me—”
“Oh, yeah, here.” Spike stepped out of her way and held her front door open so she could pass. The Zebra smiled indulgently at him as she went inside.
“I imagine you wish to come is as well. It looks as though you have something to tell.”
“Yes, I do,” Spike said, following her striped rear through the door. “It one of the reasons I'm here, besides your pleasurable company.” He caught the wry smirk she sent his way as she deposited her wildlife swag on a petite table. Although confident he could convince his friend to climb between the sheets with him, he couldn't fight off an incessant nervousness that had nagged him all the way from Ponyville. Zecora was his friend, but he was only just now starting to consider how her friendship with Twilight would work against him. Zecora had made the acquaintance of his six friends before his own, unfortunately, and she especially had more in common with his sister. Those two would likely exchange information that could put him in hot lava. And he already knew he could count on Zecora to vote in his favor...Perhaps visiting her hadn't been all that necessary.
Well, it was a little too late to turn back.
“So, what brings you out into the Everfree? Is your—”
“It's about the trial,” Spike interrupted, claws fidgeting.
Zecora scowled. “You have cut me off three different times. Is there something you have against me and my rhymes?”
“Oh... Um, no, sorry. I guess I'm just a little nervous.”
“In light of your trial, I am not surprised. But does speaking with a juror truly seem wise?”
“Yeah, I realize that talking to any involved parties about a trial can lead to all sorts of messy legal ramifications. But I figured that, since we're friends and all, it would be okay to stop by and say hi.” He continued warmly, “The full truth is, I really did make this visit because I wanted to see you, but—right claw to Celestia—it was also to get some reassurance. Hearing for certain that you'll have my back would help me sleep a little easier.”
Zecora said nothing for nearly a full minute. Her hooves were busy returning freshly filled jars to their shelves and retrieving a flat rock to crush the juice out of some of the flora from her saddlebags, but the distant look in her eyes told him her mind was elsewhere. Spike shuffled his feet, and he was just about to break the silence when she beat him to it.
“I did acknowledge your triumph over greed, but from its influence you were not freed. Mere weeks after I saw you, craving jewel cake, and it seemed to me the lesson did not take. Perhaps those charges seem like joke, but I have seen your restraint go up in smoke.”
She left it at that for the moment, pressing down on a rock and crushing a root under it, which caused its juices to seep out.
Spike could hardly believe his ears. Zecora had always been a kind, helpful presence in his life and the lives of his friends. Furthermore, she was a unique presence in a pony-dominated society, which he had once thought lent them a sort of kinship. They could relate to being different. Yet here she was, telling him that they same thing that made them different would only cost him, not herself. He had to admit, that hurt a little. But she does have a point, he reasoned, I lost control more than once, and haven't always done a really good job of keeping myself in check. But she'll still help me at the trial, right? Surely she knows I'm not an actual menace!
“Zecora...I'd like to think that as long as we've known—”
But it was Zecora's turn to interrupt.
“Dragons are a prideful race, to be sure.” She gave him a sly, half-lidded stare. “I wonder if humiliation is something you can endure.”
Spike stuttered, scratching his chin. “Um...wh-whadda you mean humiliation?”
Zecora turned away from the table and began stalking confidently toward the Dragon, hooves clopping gently across the wooden floor. Unsure of her intent, Spike backed up in attempt to keep a companionable distance between them. With every step he took backward, she advanced a stride, ensuring he made no progress as her striped hips swayed languidly, her eyes beaming with mysterious intent.
Spike was now feeling the balance of power shifting. He was used to taking the lead with a mare, but now the deck was stacked in the lady's favor, and they both knew it. Zecora's wore a sweet, gentle smile, but the dangerous gleam in her eye was nothing short of predatory.
A crinkle in her rug caught the Dragon's heel and sent him sprawling onto his back with a thump. While he was caught off guard, Zecora made her move. Being quicker (and more driven), she took advantage of his submissive position by lunging forward and, rather than pouncing on him, stepped on his underside. Her hoof landed on the base of his tail, and she put her full weight on it, pinning him so that he couldn't get away.
Spike felt the zebra's warm hoof pressing into his soft ventral scales, and with it came the arousal of a mare's firm touch. He couldn't say why he felt so submissive and vulnerable at that moment; maybe it was surprise that she was taking so much initiative, maybe he was paralyzed (as any stallion would be) by where exactly her hoof was. The exhilarating warmth was rushing up his tail and into his crotch, which was where Zecora solidly planted her other hoof, practically stomping on it.
The helpless dragon felt a mixture of queasiness and arousal radiating from where her other hoof sank into his scales. He looked up at the Zebra with an expression that probably looked pathetic, despite the exploits he'd had earlier that very same day. Zecora seemed to have some sort of mystic, trance-like power over him that prevented him from even speaking up. He found himself only capable of making odd noises in the back of his throat while waiting for the mare to tell him what would happen next.
“Most dragons are prideful, bold and irate. He'd rather slay his fellows than let his own ego deflate.”
She took another step up his body, now standing on his stomach and making him incline his head a little more to look at her.
“You, however, are quite the rare gem, so I'll let you prove you are better than them.”
Another few steps, her body writhing in excitement like a big cat, and she was now standing directly atop him, all four of her hooves on his chest and pelvis.
“Aunt Zecora has something special in store for you. An experience that is very, very, very new.” Her tone turned playful, though not without the same hint of the wickedness that shone in her eyes. “If you submit to her and give full control, she will make your dragonhood harder than a pole.”
Spike realized for the first time that he was actually getting pretty hard. The dragonhood she spoke of was already coming unsheathed like a sprout in a flowerbed at the beginning of spring. He couldn't imagine what kind of experience would be more interesting than straight-up sex, but she seemed to have idea lurking in that dark, mysterious mind of hers. He just hoped she wasn't about to put him in one of those creepy gimp suits...Did gimp suits come in dragon shapes? He hoped not.
“This is the deal, my young, horny drake,” she all but whispered. “Let me have my way, and you verdict is safe.”
Spike looked up into her predatory eyes. There wasn't much of a choice now; she had already dominated him and taken control. He felt a slight pang of betrayal at being told by someone whom he'd considered a friend threatening him with the possibility of a prison sentence unless he complied with her sexual demands...but on the bright side, he was being extorted for sex. That was kinky, wasn't it?
“Okay... I'll do whatever you want.”
Zecora smiled and stalked off into a shadowy corner of her hut. She returned holding a coiled rope between her teeth. With a few deft movements of her neck, she tossed several coils over him. They settled around his arms, and when Zecora put a hoof to his stomach and yanked, cinched his arms tightly against his sides.
As Spike allowed her to place her restraints on him, he wondered what she was about to do. Perhaps she was planning to suck him off while he couldn't move his arms? There would be some excitement in that scenario, since it would have him unconsciously straining against the ropes, instinctively reaching for her head, which would allow the mare complete control. It certainly factored into the domination fetish that seemed to have her so excited. Maybe she had some paddles and riding crops stowed away. He would participate in being bent over and punished by a mare, but he probably wouldn't enjoy it much.
Spike's speculation was cut short when Zecora's eyes met his, or rather, she locked his eyes in place and held them on hers, as if by will alone. Spike found himself intrigued, excited, and a little frightened by the mare. A shiver ran through his scaly body, and he felt like a mouse being gazed upon by a hungry cat. That nasty look in her eyes told him there was something far more intense hiding behind her smile.
Zecora turned slowly away and came back with a bowl of plant extract and a jar of powder. Without a word, she dipped her striped hoof into the bowl and raised it to Spike's chest. She smiled at him as she smeared the substance across his scales, making sure to get it all over his body, but appearing not to mind if she missed a few spots. Spike felt a more visceral shiver when her hoof slid around his side and her warm breath washed gently against his chest. His heart rate picked up a little, and she sensed it. She hadn't yet covered any scales below the waist, so she pulled herself up into his lap and straddled him. He could feel the warmth of her soft chest as she reached around with both forelegs to rub the wet substance into his hard back.
“I'll save the moaning for the actual event,” she whispered warmly into his ear. “but I see I'm already causing your pants to tent.”
Spike would have pointed out that his didn't have any pants, but she was merely being metaphorical. He nodded instead. He was, after all, already getting hard. The tip of his upper member was lightly brushing against the inside of her soft, fuzzy thigh.
Her next words came in a sultry whisper that grazed his ear fin warmly. “Clearly it's time to get started, by pet. You and I have both gotten quite wet.”
She slipped off him, her leg nipping his second member, which was also solid and erect. She looked down with a smile to watch it spring back into position, then looked back up into his sharp, reptilian eyes. As if from nowhere, she produced a small hooffull of powder and held it up between them. In the hut's dim fire- and candlelight, Spike could see that it was a deep magenta color with a slight golden tint. Zecora inhaled, then gave a gentle huff that sent the powder exploding into her captive's face and cascading down his body.
Spike felt a mild tingling on his scales where the powder interacted with the slime she had applied to him, but nothing else.
Zecora climbed up to him again, this time with calm, deliberate certainty written all over her face. She planted her hooves on his thighs close to his pelvis and dug them in, causing him to wince. Then she leaned in and spoke directly into his face.
“The real fun can start, now that you're almost fully enslaved. I hope for your sake you have some energy saved. Be a nice boy and close your eyes. When you open them, you'll get a surprise.”
Spike did as he was told and shut the visual world away. Zecora placed another firm kiss on his lips and—with slow, savory deliberation—went to work.
Her warm lips went from his chin to his neck, leaving wet marks where they touched. Continuing to favor his soft, vulnerable ventral scales, she peppered a trail of saliva down his chest and over his stomach. Spike's heart-rate picked up a little as she plucked her way down to his abdominal region. As he shivered from the sensations she was sending through his cold-blooded body, he felt her neck make solid contact with the tip of his erection, earning a twitch from it.
And there she stopped. She pulled back a little from his abdomen and looked down. Her warm breath slid over his most sensitive of muscles, but as Spike waited for her to make her next move, the Zebra only waited with her nose and mouth looming over his member, breathing on it. He started to squirm a little. His member twitched helplessly, but couldn't do anything else while his arms were tied and Zecora kept him waiting.
“Um...Z-Zecora? Are you...?”
He was rendered incapable of finishing his sentence as Zecora's warm breath cascaded over the length of his member. His whole body quivered like gel from the sensation. The Zebra's voice, as hot as her breath, spoke through the darkness that bound him.
“Not just yet, my little pet.”
Done with her playful tease-and-denial torture, she started kissing her way back up his chest. As her soft, thick lips sent his respiration swimming and his blood rushing to heat up the rest of his body, he felt the world falling away from him. He lost all sense of balance, but rather than tilting over backward (though he couldn't even be sure he was still sitting upright), he fell into a soft void of warm, wet, tingling bliss.
It was probably the stimulating sensations lighting his nerves on fire that kept him so long from realizing that this surreal sense of vertigo was not just a result of surging hormones. Zecora's kisses came thicker and heavier than what seemed possible, her lips covering more scales than they should have physically been able to, and her hot breath washed over him in powerful waves. Against her orders, Spike grew curious and peeled his eyes open halfway.
He was met with the sight of a giant pair of lips, each one larger than a pillow, full and moist with saliva. The Zebra herself was a towering shadow, looming over him like a leviathan with ears that—from his angle—were tall as spires, eyes like portals he could sink into, and a snout large enough for him to lay his whole body across. Her enormous bedroom eyes were deep, dark pools, and Spike was overcome with a new appreciation for the ease with which one could get lost in a mare's beautiful orbs.
Then the giantess's enormous parted. The sight of such a large piece of flesh moving so naturally startled Spike.
“I think it is time you paid your due,” she said, her hot breath rushing out of her maw and bathing Spike in humid sweetness. “For I am about to have my way with you. It won't be long before we two are both in court, and you'd best do as I want if you want my support.”
She has absolute control, Spike thought. She has the advantage of size and power, and she even has me at a circumstantial disadvantage. She could even squish me under her hoof or her rump if she wanted to! There's no way I can get the upper hoof, and we both know it... Although the utter helplessness of his position would sound despairing under normal circumstances, he found this one to be strangely erotic. Never before had a mare gained this much dominance over him, and from the shine in her eyes and the gentle pants escaping her mouth, she was very aroused by the unbalanced power between them.
Spike looked up at the fire-limned mare towering over him. Whatever happened to him next would happen by her say-so. His safety and his future were both being held in the frog of the hoof of a very turned-on mare, and the advantage she had was so great that—from his perspective, and his alone—she had power equal to a goddess. His eager, aroused, predatory goddess.
The goddess's lips separated with a soft plucking sound and a tiny strand of saliva still connecting them. Spike, small as he was, could see into the woman's maw like it was a deep, dark, dripping cave. He even saw his amazed and frightened reflection in that quivering rope of drool. He instinctively struggled against his bonds in an attempt to scoot back. In response, Zecora reprimanded him.
“If you're suddenly scared, it's much too late to turn back.” The lips peeled back into a sadistic grin, made ten times more terrifying due to size. “Now just let Zecora have her tasty dragon snack.”
The lips came forward now, and Spike braced himself to be swallowed alive. But rather than enveloping him, they parted again to make way for a wide, pink, dripping muscle to slide its way out and lunge at him like a hungry beast.
Zecora's tongue slapped into him with such force that he was knocked back and pinned down. Her wet, velvety muscle had him pressed against the tabletop, restricting his movement and squishing him inside an envelope of soft flesh and liquid. The giant tongue writhed mecilessly until his tiny erections were harder than a diamond, and he felt ready to melt onto that tongue like a little chocolate Dragon. He wondered for a minute if this one-sided tongue wrestling match would remove the goop that had shrunk him, but nothing seemed to be happening. Obviously, Zecora knew what she was doing. He would be stuck as a tiny Dragon toy until she decided otherwise. He was a little surprised to realize that he was relieved nothing was changing.
After what felt like an hour of heaven, Spike's pink assailant peeled off of him and retreated into its thick-lipped cave. Body still glowing from the sensation, he couldn't move from his position: flat on his back in a giant puddle of spit, looking up at his striped goddess. And Zecora stared back down at her little toy with the look of a goddess. She smacked her lips and licked them both, enjoying the aftertaste of his scales.
“Trusting me with your safety was the act of a fool. You're already making my nether lips drool.”
“Your...nether...” In his daze, it took Spike a minute to interpret what she was saying. She indicated for him with her eyes, and—after sitting up with a wet squelch—he looked down over the edge of the table. As if looking beneath a suspension bridge to the other end, he could see Zecora's thighs far below. Between them, her Zebra pussy was indeed moist with cum. A thin trickle was already running down her leg.
When he looked back up at her, the eager zest that was written all over her face almost scared him.
“Now, Zecora wishes to see how you taste,” she said in a lustful breath. “First, I'll take you in up to your waste.”
With that, her mouth opened and her face came down to meet him in a more intimate way than he could ever have imagined. A few strands of drool sretched between her lips, products of letting her mouth water after the first taste of her Dragon. One of the saliva strands snapped and dangled, touching Spike's leg as Zecora's mouth descended on him. Then the hot, soaking lips came down fully and swallowed him up.
Only half of him, though. The Zebra's lips pinned his rear to the table surface while his legs kicked and spasmed. His tail curled and his clawed feet clenched as she worked her tongue around. On the outside, a voyeur would see her adam's apple bobbing up and down while her cheeks pushed out here and there, and they would only be able to hear light squelching noises as the mare enjoyed the squirming of her captive. Inside, it was a completely different story.
Spike shuddered, thrashed, and gasped from a wild mixture of exhilaration and oxygen deprivation as Zecora's tongue brutally molested him. Its velvety wetness mashed him against the roof of her mouth, molded itself against his body, and slid up and down over his face, chest, back, and any other part of his flesh it could smother. Rivulets of saliva seeped into her mouth from either side of her tongue and poured down its massive pink form, soaking him as well...and nearly drowning him. Zecora could feel when her saliva was getting too thick, though, and pulled her tongue away to give him enough room to breathe. But she didn't let him breathe for long. After he'd pulled a few good lungfuls of the giantess's hot, humid breath into his own lungs, the huge, beastly pink muscle body-slammed him again.
Spike had never had any odd fetishes, so he he was very surprised at just how much he was enjoying this. But then, that shouldn't have been much of a surprise. It was like being kissed passionately, with the sensation spread all over his body. And he couldn't deny that being dominated came with a special kind of thrill. In her mouth, tied up, and shrunken to the size of a mouse, he was nothing but a sex toy for the Zebra. Or a snack, if she opted to just slurp him all the way up and send him down into her stomach...where he would be trapped...held prisoner by the very flesh of this sultry goddess. A shudder ran through him when he found that the concept of being swallowed by a mare excited him just as much.
Minutes after his mind and body had been thoroughly merged together in a syrupy concoction of pure bliss, the thick sphincter that was Zecora's mouth released his waist with a pop and pulled up away from him. Another clear rope connected his face to her bottom lip. The strand snapped, then dangled juicily from her mouth, glimmering in the candlelight until she smiled, and it swung inward to stick against her fuzzy chin.
She moaned while running her tongue around the inside of her mouth, enjoying the aftertaste of his scales.
“You taste quite good, my delicious little friend.” Spying his twitching erections, she leaned her giant face in so that her exhales washed over his soaked scales, giving him reason to shudder yet again. “And it seems this night is not yet at an end.” That massive tongue darted out once more and nipped at him like a predator snapping at its prey.
The first two times it lunged at him, Spike jumped, but the following lunges failed to startle him enough to earn a reaction. Zecora grew bored of the game, so she started licking him up and down from tail to chin. While her tongue danced up and down, its spit valve coated him in more saliva and its strength forced him back into a prone position. This led to the Dragon being pinned on his back while the giantess hungrily molested him with the second-wettest part of her body. The guilty appendage flicked over his cocks many times, making them bounce and wobble, which in turn caused the Dragon to squirm in agony.
Zecora looked down at her helpless victim with fiery delight. She hadn't let him come before, and she still wasn't planning on letting that happen. Torturing him was just so much fun she never wanted it to stop! That lizard-like writhing, and those adorable grunts and whimpers, were making her wet enough to leak out and run down the inside of her thigh. Power of such a personal and intimate nature was an undeniable aphrodisiac. Her breath came down on him hotter and heavier as she thought of all the ways she could use him, all the places on her body she could put him. It wouldn't be hard to tie some elastic to his limbs and wear him as a g-string...though she'd have to be careful of where his face was, or risk drowning the poor boy in her arousal.
She at last decided that she'd harassed his dragonhood enough. However, whether he would depart her abode with or without that undoubtedly agonizing pressure she had just generated in his loins was still up for her to decide. The thought of sending him away frustrated, with a hard-on exposed to the outdoors for all the forest to see, excited her. Again, she reveled in the sense of power to decide the fate of the handsome drake she had in her possession.
“I do hope Aunt Zecora hasn't scared you away, young Spike. It'd be a shame if you never returned to do what I like.”
Spike looked up at his mistress with an unfocused gaze. He was too overwhelmed to fully absorb what had just been said to him; all he saw was a towering vision of dark, exotic beauty looking down on him. But he was at least cognizant enough to comprehend that this goddess wanted him for more, so he bobbed his head up and down.
He was gratified when the giant lips smiled at his answer.
“My pet, that is very good to hear. Now I hunger again, so come over here.”
The lips peeled apart from each other once again, her hot, sultry maw descended upon him, and he had barely enough presence of mind do think, Wait...is she allowed to rhyme homonyms? before he was swallowed into her flesh...
...And through the door to another new set of experiences. He felt his lower body lift away from the table top and squrimed at the not-yet-familiar sensation of slimy drool running over his skin. A rivulet of the stuff poured down a quivering trough in her tongue (the fleshy trough in which he was trapped) and splashed into his face. Unable to use his arms, he squirmed like a worm to get his face up. Zecora accommodated him by pushing his chest up upon the tip of her tongue. But she only allowed him enough time to take a few breaths before his hot prison tightened again, crushing him from all sides.
Her lips squeezed his waist, for he was still only halfway in. She began noisily slurping him. The saliva that had poured down his legs and tail helped her make a very loud, wet sound as she sucked him in. Then her lips stretched out and groped at his thighs, pulling him the rest of the way into her mouth.
Once he was fully inside, and the tip of his tail had disappeared from sight, she clamped down on him. The inside was pitch black, leaving him with only loud, close-quarters squelching noises, her sweet, herb-scented breath, and the feeling of being absorbed into her massive sweltering tongue.
But there was another thing her tongue was doing. The most sensitive part of his anatomy was currently sliding through the firm, wet, squeezing canal her pink muscle had formed. As Spike lay mushed against it, his his dragonhood was pressed between his stomach and his living waterbed.
Zecora felt it, naturally. It was hard not to notice. She decided at that moment that, despite his obvious excitement, he may not fully appreciate being dominated so thoroughly if she merely spat him back out. Best to give him a stronger reason to come back. The blackmail was just a ghost of a thought, sweeping into her head as a reminder, then making itself scarce before she even knew it was there.
Inside, the hot, soaking mattress that Spike lay on lifted itself and pressed him firmly against the roof of Zecora's mouth, trapping him more completely than ever before; he was unable to even squirm now. A moan of pleasure rose up from her throat with the strength of a leviathan rising from the depths. It came from the very creature whose mouth Spike was trapped in, reverberating through his body from literally all sides. Zecora didn't even know what she was doing this time, simply vocalizing her pleasure; but for Spike, it was an experience he would soon find himself wanting more of. Heedless, Zecora kept him pinned for a minute, then began sliding her tongue forward and backward, running her taste buds over every inch (relatively speaking) of her Dragon. The Dragon felt those taste buds, little nubs that tickled him as they tortured his drenched, teased, throbbing erections.
Earlier, Spike would never had believed that entering Zecora's hut would transport him so completely into a new world. Yet here he was, inside the mouth of a lovely giantess, held captive in more ways than one, while her flesh maintained constant contact with a greater surface area of his body than any female possibly could...without that special goo she'd smeared on his scales. Trixie would probably love to use that stuff on him.
But these thoughts were little more than blurs swimming through his head. At the moment, the one concept dominating his mind was his entrapment. Being crushed between two grinding walls of female flesh, with his cocks also crushed between his stomach and her tongue, his orgasm was by no means an endeavor that he could pull out of, even if he forced himself to. Rather, it was something that was being forced onto him. His orgasm was a tidal wave that his goddess had absolute control over. It was a sentence, or a destiny, that was bearing down on him relentlessly. He couldn't run, turn away, or escape from it.
When it came, he clenched from head to tail, then exploded like never before. His entire form jerked and spasmed while spunk sprayed across his bed of wet muscle in the dark, leaking between the taste buds and mixing with the Zebra's omnipresent saliva. Then his energy was spent, and he could only lay still, but for gentle ministrations from the goddess whose tongue still cradled him.
The Zebra allowed him to relax, letting her eyelids go to half mast as she enjoyed the extra Dragon flavor now seeping into her taste buds like a creamy additive. She continued stroking him, spending the next few seconds toying with his limp, exhausted legs and tail, playfully rolling him around, and generally teasing him with pleasure while he enjoyed his afterglow in her mouth. Inside her head , though, she was counting to thirty. And like clockwork, the Dragon in her mouth began responding to the absence of her magic shrinking potion. He had burned it out of his system with the energy of his orgasm.
She tilted her head downward and waited until he was big enough to slide from her mouth without avoiding the grasp of her lips. She dragged them over his hide as his slowly enlarging form spilled onto the table, slurping fluids off his scales. At last her lips trailed down his snout and met his nose, puckered like she was pulling away from a kiss that had never happened. What had happened had been far more intense, intimate, and gratifying than either of them could have imagined. Notwithstanding, she leaned in and pecked her boytoy on his own lips.
Almost as if that were a finishing blow, Spike fell onto his back and lay there while he returned to normal size. This gave Zecora a front-row view of his retreating member. She drank in the size and firmness of the rest of his musculature before clambering up onto the table and using her teeth to release the ropes still binding him.
Spike felt his restraints come loose. He peeled his eyes open to see the dominating Zebra standing over him like she owned him...which wasn't far from the truth.
“That was...um...well...” He couldn't for the life of him think of what words could possibly follow such a bizarrely enrapturing experience. “Well...that was something else. I don't even know what to say.”
A sultry smile pulled her dark lips. “I'm glad you enjoyed my little stunt. You were always cuter as a runt.”
“But wait...” He quickly glanced down at her wet pussy, which she hadn't bothered to touch, and blushed for some reason. It felt odd that he could see it after such an arousing ordeal trapped inside the other end of her body. “You didn't come? Why not? You could've been doing something for yourself while you had me.”
She waved a hoof dismissively. “This was merely a light bit of fun. I'll pleasure myself on our second run. Getting off was not tonight's goal. I just want you to know who's in control.” That fiery gleam returned to her eyes as she stared down at him. Spike gulped.
“I...yeah...it's clear.”
That savage yet enticing grin never left. “Say it.”
“You...you're in control.”
Before he was allowed to feel even a shred of his masculinity slip away, her lips eagerly met his, forcing his head down against the table. Both, however, sank deeply into the kiss, and they relished their newly established bond as one.
I guess it's okay to have her take charge, Spike thought as Zecora's tongue sought his out and toyed with it. With the number of marefriends I'm gonna have by the end of this, maybe it'll add some variety to have one or two on top.
The Zebra let her boytoy up after their kiss had lasted a comfortable duration. She supported him so that he didn't stumble while his wobbly legs carried him across her living room.
“You had best depart, for the mares you've yet to get through.” Spike nodded wearily as he opened the front door. Her smokey voice brushed past his ear again. “But be sure to return every week so Zecora can play with you.” It made him shudder, but it was what she said next—in a normal tone of voice—that he would remember for the rest of the week.
“As for my position on the jury, you have no reason whatsoever to worry. I am your friend, and will vote for your innocence at the trial. ...But a lie certainly earned me a pleasure I haven't enjoyed in a while.” The sexy smugness in her voice was almost palpable.
Spike's face brightened, though she couldn't see it, and he smiled. The tense feeling of confusion and betrayal in his gut that he'd forgotten about now melted away. Zecora's actions made perfect, if perverse, sense. He never should have doubted his friend. He turned around to reply...but found the house behind him empty of Zebra. Peering in, he noted that everything inside the home was as he'd seen it seconds before, minus the shaman who'd just made him her sub.
“Huh...” Just like Mick Pundee , he thought in wonderment. I really gotta learn how to do that one of these days. He turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. “Hey, wait...” He spun and shouted into the empty hut, “Why did you just pull a Mick Pundee in your own house!?”
Author's Note
Swashbucklist A/N: Welp, here it is.
BloodBrandy A/N:...Okay....I, I really don't know what to say...um...to each their own?
Well, I guess...Next is Path of Cloud with Lyra Heartstrings (Which is almost done, I'm told, and will probably be less...fetishy, I think) than will be my chapter with Gilda (Which I've kinda worked out a bit and should take me only a week or two as long as Life doesn't sucker-punch me)
Chapter by: Swashbucklist
Edited by: Blood Brandy
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A Special Birthday Present for Three (Path_Of_Cloud)
A Special Birthday Present for Three (Path_Of_Cloud)
Spike found himself wandering the streets of Ponyville. Thoughts swirled inside his head both his next and past actions. The line between right and wrong was a distorted blur, and he was no longer sure if he had crossed it. Trying to save his own skin seemed the natural choice, of course, but he was starting to think it would be better to just let things play out. His plan to protect himself from a cold, dark, moon filled millenia was taking him further and further down a path he did not want to be on.
When he had finally tried to move on from Rarity, as impossible as that always seemed to be, he was at least trying to have something meaningful with those other mares. Things had not worked out, for whatever reason, but at least he had given it his all to find that special somepony. Now? Now he was simply sleeping with mares for the benefits, his feelings playing no role in their consummation beyond lust and self-preservation. If it meant something more than just sex with an accidental “dragon playboy,” to any of them, then he was just toying with their feelings. The last thing he wanted was to be be the source of somepony's heartache, he knew what that was like.
He hated that. How could he even pretend he was better than Blueblood, if that was the case? The girls, especially Rarity and Twilight, would be disgusted with him! Funny that Rarity should be singled out with Twilight in his thoughts.
Everywhere Spike turned it seemed like memories of Rarity haunted him. In his mind, every mare he got close to was instantly compared with her. Sometimes he wondered, would he ever be over her? Was there a mare out there that could snuff out the flame he had held for her for so long? That’s what he had been searching for before all this, the right mare, the mare of his dreams, or at least a new one. Instead he ended up gallivanting around town like some kind of player trying to get under the sheets with any mare who could save his pathetic life from Blueblood’s ire. Well, he was not going to find love on the moon after all.
His journey had brought him to a sweets shop. Looking through the display window he spotted a cream colored mare with a dual-shaded, curly mane of blue and pink behind the counter with a kind smile, while a talented harpist was playing a live performance, setting the ambiance for the magical place of colts’ and fillies’ dreams. There she was, his next innocent vote, strumming through a set of chords, creating beautiful music that travelled out the open door filling him with a sense of harmony and childlike giddiness. The light green unicorn’s eyes were closed as her hooves wandered through the strings, leaving a steady flow of notes dancing through the air while her head bobbed up and down with the rhythm. His eyes were drawn to the single streak of white along the far side of a prominently turquoise, spikey mane. It was almost hypnotic the way it swayed in time with the music. She looked truly at peace.
He watched on as the mare behind the counter walked over and sat next to the harpist. The music stopped for a moment and the two appeared to be talking about something. Placing his ear against the glass as covertly as possible he strained to hear the conversation.
“Lyra, sweetie, I’m going to be staying late to take inventory before running the days bits to the bank. Your dinner’s in the fridge so you can warm it up, and I’ll grab something from one of the cafes on the way home.”
A stare came with her response, “You act like I can’t take care of myself, Bon-Bon.”
Rolling her eyes, Bon-Bon placed her hoof to her chin as if in deep thought.“ Let’s see you almost lit the house on fire making pancakes.”
“It was one time!” Lyra’s hooves flew up into the air.
“It was the first time you cooked on our stove,” came the deadpanned response.
“Details.” She waved her hoof dismissively.
“Now, now, don’t be like that.” She gave the unicorn a kiss on the cheek and whispered something in her ear that seemed to perk her right up.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Bon-Bon nuzzled her gently, before walking back to the counter, the music starting up behind her.
It was all such a simple interaction, but anyone would be able to tell the two were more than just friends. It all came so easily between them. Something sparked inside of Spike that he did not like, something he occasionally felt when looking at the happy couples around Ponyville, envy. Knowing they held the one thing he pined for, love.
Biting the bullet, he took a deep breath to collect himself. He didn't want to go in there looking all mopey. Putting on his best face, he casually strolled into the store, taking a moment in front of Lyra to let the music soothe him.
“Going to keep standing there, dragon boy,” her eyes opened, two golden rings matching her instrument stared right back at him, “or you going to try and sweet talk me?”
It did not take a genius to know that was a bad sign. “I don’t-”
“Small town, it’s easy to see how two musicians or even two mares who went to school together, one becoming a nurse, the other a harpist, who also happened to be in the same jury for a certain dragon’s court case, might talk to each other and gossip a little. I bet you can guess what they couldn’t stop raving about. Very impressive by the way.”
And that was it, he could see it all. His actions had come back to bite him in the ass. His choice to ignore the girls and seek out his own method would get him sent straight to the moon, and by the time he was back all of his friends would-
“Equestria to lizard lips, you there?” A green hoof filled his vision, waving back and forth.
“Uh, yeah.” His face became downcast; it was over.
“Good.” Her eyes momentarily shifted to the mare behind the counter, her lips curling up. “So, what I wanted to say was that I accept your little, well, according to the girls, not so little, proposition.”
“What?!” His frills perked up. Suddenly, there was hope, rainbows, butterflies even!
A smile crept across her face like the Cheshire Cat. “That is, of course, assuming you’re willing to do whatever I ask.”
The lump in his throat moved down almost painfully as he looked into those devious eyes. “And what would you ask, Lyra?”
She had him right where she wanted him now. “Nothing much. You see my marefriend, Bon-Bon, has her birthday coming up. I had been completely unsure what to get her. Romance was never my strong point, but now the perfect gift has landed right in my lap. You're going to help me give her a night she'll remember forever. ”
After having given the dragon his instructions, Lyra watched him leave, failing to contain her grin. Her attention wandered to the mare behind the counter, her beautiful Bon-Bon. Tonight was going to be special for the two of them.
It was rare to invite another into their bed, but they enjoyed the extra spice, every now and then. While the two loved a mare’s touch, there were certain things toys just could not simulate. She could see it now: her marefriend laid out across the bed as the big bad dragon prepared to have his way with her; it would be glorious. Her love had no idea what she had in store for her tonight, but she knew none of them would be forgetting it anytime soon. Celestia, she loved that mare.
Later that evening, Spike arrived at the home of the two mares. It was the average two-story cottage one could find scattered all over the town. It always intrigued him how all of his friends lived in extravagant or, at the very least, unique places like a cloud mansion, a living tree, a giant carousel shaped boutique, a gingerbread house-looking pastry shop, an Equestria-wide famous farm, and a cottage next to the most dangerous forest in Equestria surrounded by small and large houses for her animal friends. Meanwhile every other pony in town resided in normal houses. It was strange.
Of course, all of these mindless, distracting thoughts were were mostly just to keep him from focusing on the task ahead. His claw rapped against the door as he waited for she who controlled his fate. Perhaps hanging around Rarity all these years had made him more dramatic.
The door opened, Lyra giving him a somewhat seductive stare with a matching smile. “Spike, right on time. I like that. Come in, come in.” He followed her inside, mesmerized by the exaggerated sway of her hips. “You know, as much as this is for Bon-Bon and me, I have a feeling you’ll be enjoying yourself plenty.”
With an unexpected spin on her heel his eyes shot up to meet her own trying to hide where they had really been looking. A sly smile played at the edge of her lips. From his nervousness at the door, the feigned innocence after being caught staring at her rump, or all the stories she heard, which was the true dragon at her door? She could not decide what to think about him. Was he a shy gentledrake, a wicked philanderer, or a rugged beast? He was a mystery that she very much wanted to get to the bottom of. Looking him over, it was not hard to see why he had been picked as the most eligible bachelor., with with the great muscle tone, sleek scales, strong yet caring emerald eyes, and most importantly, those wonderful dexterous fingers attached to those powerful looking hands. It was no well-kept secret that Lyra had a fascination for the strange appendages. They just seemed so, well, convenient. She could only imagine how much easier it would be to play an instrument, write, or caress a lover with such magnificent tools. Tonight, Bon-Bon and her would find out exactly how good it was.
She opened a closet next to them, and threw a few scarves, boots, and coats for winter out of the way before finding her prize: a large, pink box with a ribbon on top placed on a small cart. Taking the lid off, she instructed the drake on what to do, “Get in the box, and when I say, ‘looking for something sweet to eat,’ you jump out and chow down.”
Spike’s face contorted to one of confusion. “Chow down?”
Rolling her eyes, Lyra motioned to the box. “You’ll understand; now get in. I have to get you and everything else in place before Bonnie gets home.”
“Bonnie?”
Lyra’s face flushed, much to Spike’s amusement. “What? I can’t have a nickname for my marefriend?”
He chuckled into his claw lightly, earning an annoyed look from the unicorn. “I think it’s cute, just never pegged you as the type.”
“Shut up dragon and get in the box.”
Relaxing his muscles, he bent low moving closer to the floor before springing upward and right into the box in near-swan-dive-fashion. “Tada!”
The lid closed above him. “Very impressive, and don’t forget, ‘looking for something sweet to eat,’ is your cue.”
As the darkness and tight space around him took hold, one thought filled Spike’s mind, ‘There’s now way I’m going to be able to stay awake in here.’
Bon-Bon casually walked through the streets, curious as to why Lyra insisted she had to leave early. Still, she tried not to question the mad mare’s antics. They had a way of coming to light in rather amusing styles anyways. Finally reaching her abode, she opened the door to find a trail of rose petals leading up the stairs. So that was Lyra’s game. She followed the trail, stopping to eat each petal as she reached it, and unsurprisingly wound up in their bedroom. She doubted if her lover realized she had quite the romantic streak in her. Lyra was nowhere in sight, but Bon-Bon continued to enjoy the flower until she climbed up onto their large bed to enjoy the last of the rose petals that lay before her pillow and the decadent cream filled chocolate atop it. The door shut before she could enjoy the sweet candy, causing her to turn back to see her marefriend smiling devilishly right at her.
The piece of candy was lifted into the air by the golden glow of Lyra’s magic. “Ah, ah, ah, you’re not allowed to eat that.”
Bon-bon played along, thrilled to see what surprise she had planned for her. “Oh? And why is that?”
“Let’s just say it has to do with,” Lyra rolled the giant gift out, “this.”
The mare’s eyes lit up as she sprang to the foot of the bed, looking ready to pounce. “My birthday isn’t for another week. So what could you have possibly gotten me that requires opening now?” She looked it over, stretching her neck and turning her head this way and that hope to garner some clue about the mysterious box. “I can’t take it! I want to know, I want to know so bad! I’ll do the laundry for a month, cook dinner, well I already do that because you burn stuff, a lot, but the point is anything you want.”
A small chuckle escaped Lyra’s lips. “And ponies think I’m the immature one in this relationship.”
“You are; I just happen to love gifts from my wonderful marefriend.” There was no argument from her as Bon-Bon stared at the gift longingly, like a foal in a candy store. The irony was not lost on Lyra.
“Alright, you can open the gift… if you do what I tell you, that is.” Lyra loved being devious and she knew Bon-Bon loved it too. Her mare always enjoyed a good teasing.
With half lidded eyes, Bon-Bon playfully gazed at her lover. “Okay, sexy, and what is it you want me to do?”
“Lay on your back with your head on the pillow.” Bon-Bon did as she was instructed, her hind legs high in the air and her tail covering her modesty. “Now spread those legs and move your tail down out of the way, like a good filly.” The two-tone tail moved revealing the cream colored marehood and tight tailhole of her love. Laid out like this, there was no denying Bon-Bon's utter adorableness. Lyra had to stop her squeal of delight that threatened to pop out at the sight of her.
Crawling into the bed, and eyeing her prey, she reached out to trace the tip of her hoof along moistening lips, back and forth garnering small moans from the other mare. She lifted the hoof and looked at the liquid coating it. “Somepony’s already awfully excited.” The hoof was presented before Bon-Bon’s mouth. “Lick it.”
A tingle ran down Bon-Bon’s spine at the command. She let her tongue roll out starting at the heel and slowly gliding up to the toe, the sweet taste and strong smell of her excitement filling her senses, before placing her whole mouth at the end and sucking hungrily on it, forcing small moans from Lyra.
“G-Good, girl.” Lyra slowly climbed over Bon-Bon, stopping for a second once her marehood was over her lovers face, allowing a few drops of her own arousal to drip down upon it as it had the rest of her body. “Prop yourself up for a second.”
Bon-Bon lifted her front half up as Lyra slid under her. She could feel the warm, wet, sticky marehood between her shoulders as she went back down, resting her head on Lyra’s chest. She nuzzled into the warm, green fur, a smile on her face.
Inside Lyra’s magical grasp was the round piece of chocolate. Bringing it in front of Bon-Bon, she unwrapped it. “Have a lick, but just one.”
The taste of delicious milk chocolate ran across her tongue as she lapped enticingly at the treat. It floated just out of her reach, annoyingly. Whatever Lyra was building up to, she had better be sure it was worth all the teasing or Bon-Bon would be returning the favor next time it was her turn to take charge.
“Don’t worry, Bonnie, this will be going in your lips soon enough.” Bon-Bon watched the candy as if hypnotized as it traveled down her body, disappearing before the sensation of a small round object rubbing up and down her outer lips began sending pleasure up into her. “Of course, I never said which lips.”
Without further ado, the piece of candy was sent forward slowly into Bon-Bon, making the mare moan. Lyra had plenty of experience with her partner, and knew exactly where to rub the chocolate ball up, down, and around to toy with her lover’s G-spot. After enjoying the lustful sounds of a near the edge mare being played with, Lyra continued the candy’s magical journey another four inches as the mare beneath writhed in need. The aura around her horn faded as she rubbed the spot on the cream-colored, furry belly where the now hidden treasure lay just beneath. Without her magic protecting it, Lyra imagined that the soft outer chocolate was being crushed by the convulsing walls allowing the sweet cream center to leak out.
“L-Lyra, why did you stop? I’m so close!” She could hear the raspy need in her voice, only making her hotter.
A smile spread across her face as the bait was taken. “Of course I do, Bonnie, but I figured your gift must be getting hungry in there, and he might be looking for something sweet to eat.”
Inside the box Spike had indeed fallen asleep before pleasantly being awoken by the sound of pleasured moans. From there he had listened intently, and he had to admit Lyra knew how to have a good time. In fact, he might have to ask for a few pointers. As he had been curled up in a box and getting hornier by the second, it was with great relief that he heard those words, eagerly bounding out of the box.
Bon-Bon’s mind froze as the chiseled body of the draconic stud who had been named Most Eligible Stallion spang out of the giant gift box. He flashed a smile full of sharp, shiny teeth before pouncing at her, landing on the bed and plowing muzzle first into her marehood. As an impossibly long tongue snaked its way up inside of her, the forked-end flicking a few times against her G-spot and making her moan even more than she had from the candy before continuing its way up, she heard a seductive voice she loved in her ear, “Happy Birthday, Bonnie.”
Spike found the chocolate treasure about two inches deeper. It was smooshed quite a bit, and it’s delicious, creamy, caramel center was leaking out, mixing with Bon-Bon’s own flavor in a salty and sweet sort of way. As his tongue wrapped around the melting chocolate, adding it to the taste combination, he heard a particularly powerful moan from the mare above him. He knew she had to be close between Lyra’s teasing and his own ministrations, and he had the perfect gamble to finish her off.
Holding her close, Lyra watched as Spike placed both his hands on Bon-Bon’s legs, keeping them spread. She wondered what the dragon was up to.
It was like the crack of a whip, sudden and completely unexpected as Spike’s tongue, wrapped thoroughly around his prize, then zipped out of her in a heartbeat. The sudden movement of the thick ball of candy and dexterous dragon tongue through her was too much, her back arched upwards away from Lyra as electricity shot up her spine sending pleasure overflowing into her body and gush of her own juices into Spike’s maw.
The moan that resonated through the room brought a smile to Lyra’s face. There was no doubt somepony was enjoying her present. She whispered a few seductive tidbits into Bon-Bon’s ear as the mare rode out her orgasm. “Mmh, now you’ve got me all hot and bothered. You’re enjoying having a big, handsome dragon plundering your depths for treasure, aren’t you? I really have to give it to Spike, he’s taking everything you’re giving, and we both know what a squirter you are. It seems that he really enjoys your special cream center.”
On his own end, Spike was trying to gulp down as much of the nectar as he could so it did not overflow. The torrent splashed against the back of his throat in what seemed like an endless supply; he had already accidently swallowed the chocolate ball whole, or as close to whole as it had been in his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard his voice making a joke about drowning and what they would put on his tombstone about his unique demise. Thankfully for him, after what was undoubtedly one of the longest female orgasms he had ever experienced, it finally seemed to trickle a halt and before his untimely destruction too. Must have been Bluebloods lucky day, he still had a chance to send him to the moon after all since he had survived the great flood. It was a good thing the many inappropriate jokes had stayed inside his head.
Bon-Bon’ seemed to shake slightly as the last of her orgasm rocked through her body. The dragon’s lips on her own lower ones seemed to be extending and enhancing the experience, as they were sucked in ever so slightly against those sharp fangs. The last of it washed over her, leaving her in the afterglow of pure bliss. In her fogged state of mind, Bon-Bon dreamily smiled. “That was… um, wow… good gift.”
Lyra nuzzled Bon-Bon’s head lovingly, enjoying the mare’s lack of vocabulary. “Oh, your gift hasn’t even been unwrapped yet. In fact,” her eye mischievously switched to Spike, “why don’t you show us what makes you the perfect stallion-er-male for our little ménage a trios.”
“Actually, ménage a trios means household of three with the stipulation of a sexual relationship.” Something of a mix of living in a library with a unicorn with an anal obsession with correct terminology and years of trying to impress Rarity with the language of one of her favorite places in the world worked together to cause Lyra to give him a look of pure bemusement, while Bon-Bon continued to be a bit out of it. “Right so, back to point.”
The fuzz seemed to clear up instantly as Bon-Bon’s eyes found something particularly shocking as the dragon stood up. “You-you-you-”
“That’s right, Bonnie, he has two , big cocks for us to enjoy, together.”
Without warning, Lyra used her magic to lift Bon-Bon into the air allowing her to scoot out beneath her before dropping her back down unceremoniously and jumping on top of her. Lyra’s tail lifted up, revealing her own glistening marehood, perfectly lined up with her Bon-Bon’s. The needy smell in the air seemed to thicken with the light green behind’s appearance.
Shooting Bon-Bon a quick wink, Lyra pressed her hips down, mashing the two together and making the pair moan in unison as Lyra gyrated to strengthen the pleasure received. Spike was mesmerized by the display, when the unique kiss finally ended the erotic scene was completed by a string of dripping arousal connecting their lower lips.
Instinct pulled Spike forward, his tips sitting just before their entrances, teasingly warm and twitchy against the outermost part of their marehoods. He leaned over them, casting a shadow and making his presence known. They sat there like that, breathing heavily, waiting.
“Would you stick it in already, Bon-Bon and I aren’t going to just wait forever!”
A snicker almost escaped Spike’s muzzle, Lyra was a mare who knew what she wanted, but it died in his throat as he pushed forward, the warmth and tightness enveloping him forcing his attention. One of the more interesting parts of his draconic anatomy was the sensation of his twin virilities sending separate feelings to his brain. The two found themselves in similar situations, yet the texture, the moistness, and even how they squeezed him were different. Bon-Bon was wetter, no real surprise there, but Lyra was convulsing far more. It was a far different experience than his occasional double penetrations. He thrust forward, having enjoyed their bodies simply coming together enough.
A shudder, a moan, and a tensing in her muscles were the signs that Lyra showed, telling that Spike had entered her and begun his assault. Her body felt inch after inch push further into her as her front legs gave out, forcing her head against her cute, little Bon-Bon’s nape. The smell of chocolate, sweets, and sweat filled her nose as she pressed it further into the glistening beige fur of her love. She forced her chin up, nibbling the ear intimately, one of Bon-Bon’s favorite tricks. She continued her path downwards nipping from her ear to the base of her neck, moving faster as Spike increased his pace. Lyra loved the sweet moans of the candy maker; after all, a talented musician such as herself knew sweet, sweet music when she heard it. The soft fur and flesh between her teeth and the filling dragon behind her, pounding mercilessly against her rear were setting her body a blaze in passion and pleasure.
Any ability to hold her breath in was stolen from Bon-Bon over and over again between the hunky dragon’s ministrations and the teasing love bites of her beautiful marefriend. It had been some time since she had enjoyed a real, warm, and thriving male, instead of the collection of plastic, gel, and other toys the two mares had hidden in the closet, under the bed, and the drawers, Lyra was a bit insatiable at times. Of course, the uniqueness of the situation made it that much more pleasant, and Lyra’s attention to the sensitive spots on her neck were doing more than a little at enhancing it. The small stinging sensations could hardly be called painful and sent small waves of euphoria to collide with the big ones provided by Spike. Feeling the need to repay Lyra for her actions Bon-Bon’s mind attempted to work through the aroused haze clouding it. Lyra had just about reached the base when the answer bumped her in the nose; it was perfect. Bon-Bon’s tongue lashed out of her mouth and began licking, rolling and slurping around the light green horn, teasing it lovingly as she played along the bumps and ridges naturally carved into a unicorn’s pride.
Lyra had to stop her mouth’s descent on her marefriends neck due to worry that her current state of euphoria might cause her to bite down too hard and break the skin. It was obvious she was nearing her peak thanks to Spike now pounding against her rear and Bon-Bon’s impromptu hornjob. She could feel the dragon’s girth spreading her insides wide as he pushed deep inside of her before moving back and leaving her empty; as well as, Bon-Bon’s broad, rough, saliva-coated tongue working wonders on her horn, the magic inside fizzling out and numbing her mind in the most amazing way. She came, her walls clenching down on the dragon as she poured out onto him, her inner thighs, and Bon-Bon; unable to control herself, she bit down hard on Bon-Bon, the taste of sweat and the feel of fur invaded her mouth, causing the next phase of the chain reaction.
The sudden, sharp pain in Bon-Bon’s neck caused the mare to scream in ecstasy as the sensation collided with the incredible pleasure caused by her birthday gifts hard work. She could feel the dripping, viscous liquid splatter her marehood, not unlike the sticky sugar water used in many of her candies recipes. Knowing Lyra’s cum was now coating her aroused her even further sending her over the edge into her own orgasm. Much like Lyra, she drenched herself and Spike as small bursts of electricity travelled through her spine causing unreasonable pleasure to quake through her body. She too squeezed down on Spike, her body ready and willing to receive the dragon’s gift.
Some part of Spike wondered how he got himself into these situations, and looking down, he wondered how he could get himself into more. Here he was having sex with two beautiful mares, and all it took was the threat of him getting sent to the moon. His eyes trailed from their shapely, sweaty flanks where the three met to the action at the head of the bed. Watching Lyra and Bon-Bon show their appreciation for one another created a warm, fuzzy feeling in his heart and an extra rush of libido into his system. He recognized the signs of a mare about to cum: increased tightness and pulsating, flushing of the face, and finally the tensing around their abdomens. Truth be told, he was pretty amazed he had even noticed with how close he was himself. Then it happened, Lyra’s eyes closed and her body froze as she reached the edge, Bon-Bon’s reacted the same way a second later, and all at once their muscles relaxed, riding their orgasms out. With that Spike toppled over the edge as bursts of his seed began filling them. He forced his eyes to stay open, focused on the pleasured faces of the mares, as ecstasy and release ran rampant through him to his very core. His body coursed with the divine, heavenly feeling and he felt his knees buckle, forcing his hands onto the bed to hold himself up, resting his torso right above them.
As the moment passed, Spike managed to pull out, dripping his hot draconian seed from their overfilled marehoods onto the sheets, the bed, and each other in a sticky, white, and musky pool. Lyra rolled off Bon-Bon onto the bed beside her and wrapped her hooves around the mare she loved more than the world itself. Bon-Bon had reached her point of exhaustion and was already sleeping, snuggling further into Lyra’s warm, sweaty fur. Spike flopped down unceremoniously, thankful their bed was large enough to accommodate the three bodies.
Lyra brushed some of Bon-Bon’s disheveled mane back into place gingerly with her hoof. “You know, she never was one for staying awake long afterwards.”
He just stared at the two of them there, so perfect together in their own special place in the world; it made him feel like an intruder, an outsider, he did not belong there, and his body shifted subconsciously away.
“You know, you can come closer if you want, we don’t bite… well, not too much. I think you saw quite a bit of biting before though.”
“Yeah. I’m good, you two look comfortable as you are.”
“So, find yourself in bed with two girls a lot, playdrake?”
“No, this was a first, was fun, to say the least.”
Lyra’s voice fell, much quieter than he could ever remember her being, “You know, whether you did this or not, I was going to vote innocent.”
“Honestly, I figured you all would, but when it comes to my life-”
“You need to be sure, I get it. You’re a good dragon, Spike. Heck, you’re a good anything. You’ve done a lot for Equestria, and seeing some pompous, jealous, little brat try to do this to you… It’s not right.” She held Bon-Bon a little closer, the thought of having the threat of being ripped away from one’s family, friends, and the one you love over your head made her appreciate what she had that much more. Actually living it, she could only imagine what kind of hell that must have been.
“Thanks. It’s nice to hear it from somepony beside my friends and the Princesses for a change.”
“But that isn’t the only thing bothering you, is it?”
“No.”
“One day, you’ll find it, maybe you already have. Love is a funny thing, some are like me and wind up with somepony completely unlike what they expected and some get it right at the start. I always thought I’d end up with somepony more wild, yet I love my calm candy maker more than I ever thought. Course, she can be pretty wild in bed.”
Spike went to respond, but instead he found Lyra sound asleep, snoring slightly. Looking at them holding each other close made his heart yearn and hurt. The thoughts of previous loves and the one mare he could never seem to get filled his mind as he laid there waiting for the night to take him.
Author's Note
Path of Cloud A.N.- A thanks for editing and revision help goes out to Shokinaw
Blood Brandy A.N- Well, alrighty then. Up next is my Gilda chapter, followed by Draconian Soul bringing us an Aloe and Lotus chapter, then YouNeighborhoodAlicorn with Lightning Dust
Chapter by: Path of Cloud
Edited by: Shokinaw
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Interlude: Something Screwy's Going on Here (Blood Brandy)
Spike looked up from the law book Twilight had sent him to hear the rustling in the bushes that interrupted his backyard reading. As the rustling stopped, he waited for a moment before going back to his lantern-lit reading before the rustling returned.
“Hello?” Spike called out, setting his book down, “Who’s there?”
The only answer he got was a small bark and a whine.
Starting to understand, Spike crouched down, holding out a claw, “Hey it’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” He said softly, He’d always had a bit of a soft spot for dogs, especially after spending a brief stint as one. Not getting a response, Spike thought for a moment before rushing into his house, quickly coming out with a bowl of kibble left over from the last time he’d dog-sat for Applejack.
“C’mon, buddy, it’s okay,” He heard the bush rustling as the animal approached, “That’s right, that’s a good puppy, I’m not gonna hurt you, I…Huh?” Spike stopped suddenly as the figure crawled warily out of the bush, carefully sniffing the food dish before barking happily and chowing down.
It wasn’t until the food dish was half empty that Spike’s mind was able to start working again to realize that there was a mare in a hospital smock eating dog-food right in front of him. By then, though, she had finished, leaped on him and started licking his face.
“Whoa, hey, cut it out,” He tried to push the mare off, laughing a bit as she licked his neck, “No, stop, heel-“
Immediately, the mare pulled back, panting with her tongue out, skittering side to side playfully.
Orienting himself as he stood, Spike looked at the happy, if very odd, mare, “Um…Good girl?”
*Bark-Bark*, The mare answered, her tail wagging as she crouched, as if ready to pounce.
Reaching out to check the mare’s hospital bracelet, Spike was surprised as a pony snout was suddenly shoved into his hand, sniffing before licking his palm. Taking a moment, Spike had an idea.
“Okay girl, sit!” The mare did so obediently, tongue hanging out before she barked happily. Holding out a claw, he commanded, “Shake!”
The bootie covered hoof was quickly in his claw, allowing him to see the bracelet
Screw Loose
“Okay, so, Screw Loose?” The mare barked happily, her tail wagging as she rose from her sit into a two legged beg. Chuckling, Spike turned, “Well, let’s get you back to the hospital. C’mon, girl.”
*Whine-Whine* Spike stopped after two steps. He knew he shouldn’t look, he really knew he shouldn’t look, he knew that tone, no matter the species, and he was fairly certain he knew what awaited him if he turned around and-
Dang It! Spike thought as he turned around to find himself looking into the dreaded Soulful, Puppy-Dog Eyes of the begging dog-mare. He saw the big, teary eyes, the quivering lip, and his willpower snapped like a twig.
“But, I guess it is getting a bit late,” the dragon sighed, “So I guess you can stay the night and-“
Spike was cut off as the mare jumped him, licking happily all over his face.
“HEEL!” Spike barked out right away, feeling a bit awkward at the mare being on top of him, given where that position had been landing him lately. Seeing Screw Loose whine a little at his agitated voice, Spike sighed and pet the mare, running his claws through her tangled mane, “Sorry about that, just take it easy, okay?”
The mare barked happily, following Spike into the house. Despite his efforts to get her to sleep on the couch, she seemed to always gravitate to the barely used dog bed usually reserved for Winona outside his bedroom door. Deciding not to fight things and feeling tired, Spike sighed and headed to bed.
(((((())))))
*Woof-grr-bar-bark*, or Screw Loose, as the mean keepers with the needles and light sticks called her, lay curled and contented on the comfortable bed the nice food-giver had let her use. It smelled of another bitch, but not enough to really bother her. The nice food-giver let her use it and stay in the warm home, and she was hoping to be able to stay and he would be a nice Master. It was a nice thought to have as she lay half asleep, kicking and running as she dreamt of playing with the Nice Master, with thrown sticks and the round flying sticks and walksies and-
Screw Loose shot awake as, even laying on her side, her sleep running bopped her head against the wall near her bed. Hearing some muttering from the next room, she pawed at the door, the improperly closed door opening with a creak as she found the Nice Master asleep. There was something different, though, something about him smelled a bit different.
A head peeked over the edge of Spike’s bed as he slept, Screw Loose sniffing curiously along the blankets, stopping only for a moment as Spike let out a quick snore before settling back down, rolling from his side onto his back, a tent rising in the covers as he rolled. The mare worked her head under the covers, searching out the scent that had led her there. Carefully crawling under the blankets, she worked up close to the Nice Master, finding the scent’s source at the base of the tent.
While it wasn’t something he would admit to anyone out loud, Spike tended to have a lot of adult themed dreams about his friends, be they close friends or acquaintances. Rarity was a common cast member in his dreams, but not always. With his growth in size and maturing mind, no mare he knew was completely safe in his dreams, and it had actually been a rather raunchy dream featuring Twilight that had been the tipping point in finding his own place, as well as why they couldn’t look each other in the eye for almost two weeks after the fact. No matter how understanding a friend you might be, it’s a bit of a turning point in a relationship to hear a lifelong friend moan your name in his sleep when you share a room.
At that moment Spike was in the middle of a rather pleasant dream, one featuring his crazy pink friend’s MILF boss, the full bodied baker mare licking away at his todgers like ice cream cones.
“That’s right,” He absently mumbled in his sleep, “Lick ‘em clean.”
Sniffing at the pair of meaty rods, Screw Loose heeded her master’s command, her tongue lashing out vigorously. Licking up, down and between the dragon dongs, Screw Loose felt her body heating up, positioning her body over her master’s to get easier access to the tips, which were occasionally leaking something tasty, a treat from her master.
Spike’s eyes cracked open, half asleep and lost in a fog of lust, all he needed to see was the blue rump in the darkness before jumping into action, grabbing the sky-colored flanks as his tongue lashed out and buried itself into the damp marehood.
Screw Loose arched her back, panting loudly with the occasional soft yip as her nethers were invaded, the long, thin appendage writhing around inside her as she whined, pawing at the bed around the Nice Master’s hips as she bucked her hips back against his snout, his clawed hands rubbing and scratching her flanks as he worked his magic.
Spike was vaguely aware something was off. Normally, Cup Cake was a lot more vocal (In his dreams, at least) and more forceful, although the idea of the older mare being so submissive did occur from time to time, but he also noticed something else was off. Her flank, the well-formed, bouncy flank that turned more than her fair share of heads and attracted the stares of a number of young stallions (Especially after she had taken up a morning jogging regimen in those exorcise tights) was smaller than Spike would have thought. It still had a nice jiggle, bouncing against his face as his vision was occasionally blocked by a silvery tail as it wagged, the mare cooing as he...Silver tail?
Wait a minute…
Before Spike could complete his thought, though, the room echoed with a loud howl as the mare’s essence filled his maw. Reacting on instinct, Spike’s tongue didn’t pause as it continued to squirm inside her, lapping at her fluids.
Screw Loose panted her eyes unfocused as she slumped against her master-er, mate? Master-Mate’s claws as he cleaned and prepared her, her whole body quivering against his own, letting out a small whine of disappointment as she felt his tongue pull out and away.
Spike finally pulled his muzzle back from savoring the madmare’s taste, letting her body slump completely against his own as he reflected on this. Spike didn’t hang around many other males, either in town or back in Canterot, but he’d at least spent time with Guard Stallions and overheard them talking about a lot of stuff Twilight probably would have been pretty upset about him hears at that age. One thing that currently came to mind, though, was something he’d overheard a newbie Guard say to his friend when they thought no one was listening.
“That’s what you get, dude. Like my brother says, don’t stick your dick in crazy.”
Right now, in that moment, Spike thought of that and was sure this was a bad idea. He should just get her out of the room, or lock himself in the bathroom for a cold, cold shower, he should-
*Whine-Whine*
No, Spike, don’t look, He thought to himself, shutting his eyes tight, Don’t you dare look, you stupid, stupid dra-DAMNIT!
He’d looked and found himself staring. During his thinking, Screw Loose had recovered enough to climb off of him and was now looking at him over her shoulder, head down and rump up in a submissive presentation of her desires, giving him an oddly-horny ‘Soulful Eyes’ look, wordlessly begging him for what she wanted.
…Damn you, Spike, He thought to himself as he sighed, rising to his knees as he got close to the presented pussy, feeling as solid and hard as corundum. Bending over the mare, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine, Spike rubbed his upper dick against her dampened cleft, teasing her as his tongue licked along her neck, the madmare surprising him as she turned her head, her own tongue lashing out against her own before he pressed his scaly lips against her own.
Screw’s mind was in a confused fog, she was horny, upset that the Master-Mate was teasing her, but this latest act, his muzzle against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, send shivers of desire through her body and seemed…familiar…
Her train of thought, what little of it had gained steam, was derailed as Spike pulled back, finally feeding his cock into her dripping marehood, his lower dragonhood rubbing against the outside of her lips as he buried himself into the tight quim, rubbing between her teats. Panting loudly, Screw Loose thrust her hips back, hard, burying her new favorite toy to the hilt.
“Damn,” Spike grunted at the tight het surrounding him, rising and gripping the mare’s sides as he began to thrust into the happily panting mare. Below him, the madmare yipped and moaned, the latter sounding a bit odd for her, but the strange sound just came out of her. Another howl ripped through her body as she came, her new orgasm catching Spike off guard as she became almost uncomfortable tight, his thrusts becoming erratic as, already worked up from his dreams, his dick began pumping dragon seed into the mare’s channel, the lower dick spraying her belly with the searing hot seed as the intensity of her orgasm jumped up to a new level, her eyes rolling back as, somewhere deep in her mind, it felt like something slipped into place.
Closing his eyes and relishing the feeling of the quivering cunt around his rod, Spike was surprised when the mare thrust her hips back, accidentally shoving him back as he fell onto his bed as he fell out of her quim. Feeling uncomfortably empty, her marehood dripping dragon seed, Screw Loose thrust her hips back, trying to find her Master-Mate when she stumbled over her own shaking legs, falling back in a one-in-a-googolplex chance trajectory.
*YIPE!* She mare yipped in surprise, and more than a little pain, as she fell back and impaled both of her own holes on the dragon’s spires. Shaking and breathless, Screw Loose fell back against Spike, the both of them lost in sensation.
“H-Hey, are you alright?”
Screw Loose looked up, her tongue weakly lapping against his muzzle, the pain fading as she nuzzled against the dragon. She twisted her body, working her flank against the intruding rods.
“Are you sure about this?” Spike asked, his clawed hands gently rubbing over her body
Soundlessly, she leaned her head back, nuzzling against him as she licked under the dragon’s jaw before pulling herself up into a sitting position, bringing her hips up then slamming back down with an odd moan, the pain of the anal intrusion and both dicks stuffing her feeling significantly less than before, and even less than that with the following slam, her pleasure climbing as she rode her Master-Mate.
Spike grit his teeth and gripped the bed as the mare slammed down on his hips, her already tight holes feeling as if his dick would get stuck in their snug embrace. It was an intense feelings as the mare’s hips moved faster and faster, both pony and dragon clinching their eyes shut as they felt their climaxes bear down on them like a freight train, Spike pulling himself up and pinning the mare to the bed, his thrusts replacing hers as they grew close.
Screw Loose felt her vision blur as Master-Mate’s thrusts became wild and bestial, growling as she thrust back as much as she could, Spike growling in her ear as, with a roar and hip rattling strength, he buried himself into the powder blue mare, filling her with his cum as she howled in the throes of her own orgasm, her insides gripping his dicks like they would never let go.
Panting, tired and content, Spike fell to his side, still buried in the mare and content to stay so as he drifted off to sleep.
(((((())))))
Spike clenched his eyes shut and cursed the light of day before realizing someone was in his arms. He cracked his eyes open, finding Screw Loose looking right at him.
“Good morning, dear.”
“WHA!” Spike yelled before falling off of his bed.
“Oh, are you okay, dear?”
Sitting as best he could while tangled in bedcovers, Spike pointed up at the mare, “Y-You can SPEAK?!”
*Bark!* Screw Loose covered her mouth, blushing in embarrassment, “Sorry, that kinda slipped out. Yes, I can talk.”
“So, was it all an act or something?” Spike asked, caught between confused and angry.
“No, not at all, I just,” the mare struggled to think of how to explain, “I can remember what I was like and all but I just woke up today and things seemed…clearer. I don’t quite know how to explain, but, I just feel better.”
“So…What are you going to do now?”
Screw Loose hopped off of the bed, heading for the door, “Well, I was wondering in the woods for a while and we worked up a bit of a sweat, so a shower would probably be the best way to start,” she looked back over her shoulder with a seductive smirk. “Would you care to join me?” she asked, walking out of the room with a sway in her hips.
Taking a moment to recover his thoughts, Spike quickly untangled himself and followed that flank.
(((((())))))
“So,” Spike started, the pair of them sitting in front of the fire as he ran a brush through the mare’s tangled mane, “What are you going to do now?”
“Back to the hospital, I’m afraid,” Screw Loose sighed, “I may be talking again, but I still have a way to go.”
Spike nodded, knowing just how true that was from the barking and howling she’d done in the shower, “So, can I ask how you-mph.” Spike was silenced by a hoof on his muzzle.
“It’s…a story I’m not quite ready to talk about. Maybe I’ll be able to later, but just, not now.” Feeling him nod against her hoof, she pulled back, feeling him go back to brushing her mane, “I suppose once I get back to the hospital, I’ll try and reconnect with my sister-“
“Sister?”
“Yes, she’s a local veterinarian. She was the only one who visited me in the hospital, the only family I really have left.” She looked up and smiled, “Hopefully, my stay won’t be too terribly long and I can get out and start to get things back together.”
“Well, don’t be afraid to send me a letter if you need anything, and I’ll do anything I can to help out.”
Smirking deviously, Screw Loose rubbed back against him, “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something after a while.”
(((((())))))
“We’ll just have to find her Vigilance.”
“I understand that, Doctor Stable, but-“
“Um, Doctor?”
“Not now, Nurse,” The doctor dismissed Sweetheart without looking, “No, I’m not sure you do understand, with a case of advanced Clinical Lycanthropy like her, she could pose a danger to others.”
“Uh, Boss?”
“Not now, Rookie,” Vigilance, the head security guard, waved off his new hire, “Doc, she’s a puppy, she wouldn’t hurt anypony. The most she would do is bark and chase a cat up a tree.”
“I beg your pardon, gentlemen,” A new voice cut into their conversation, causing both stallions to turn, the both of them rendered speechless, “But would you be so kind as to contact my therapist and inform her that I’ve returned, I’ll be returning to my room.”
The four hospital employees watched in mouth-gaping awe as a mare once thought of as the most hopeless case in the mental ward finished the first real words anypony present had ever heard from her and gave them a soft smile before she calmly walked down the hall, a slight sway in her hips as she hummed a happy tune.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the weight of the situation finally struck a certain dragon.
“Did I just screw somepony into sanity ?”
Author's Note
And there it is. This is non-Canon to the story, just something to appease your dirty minds.
It's also my first time writing clop, so feel free to tell me how good or horrible it is. It's also not proof-read or edited. I'm asking someone to take a look at it but, if you spot errors, i would prefer a PM to using a review just for editing purposes.
I will also say this for whatever legal reasons, intimate relationships with a mentally ill person is illegal and, in the US at least, counts as rape as they are unable to provide informed consent. This is a work of fiction and I, and surely my fellow writers, do not support actual rape. That said, Screw Loose thinks she's a dog and dogs, as well as animals in general, are much more intelligent in Equestria (And, in some cases, more evil *CoughAngel cough*), not sure how that works in, just saying.
Anyway, up next is Swashbucklist with a Zecora chapter, who should be able to get his done quicker, then Path of Cloud with a Lyra and Bon Bon chapter, and then My Gilda Chapter.
Interlude by: Blood Brandy
Edited by: N/A