Only Way To Get Clean Inside And Out
The fly, a tiny satchel flung over its body, buzzed through the air. Globs of poison shot from behind him as the wasps closed in. The smaller insect frantically flapped its wings, hoping to go faster.
“I must bring this message to the Insect King!” it said aloud, repeating its mission to itself. “I can’t let the kingdom down, or else we will all be doomed!”
It darted around a book, shooting down the spine towards a table. The wasps, less agile, slammed into the book, knocking it off balance. A large shadow loomed over the little fly as the humongous bound-paper stack fell down towards him. At the last second, the tiny insect shot away from the tumbling tome, and flew away safe.
The wasps, however, now had a clear trajectory of the fly, and shot after him, shooting little globs of poison at their adversary all the while. The fly pulled a double-spinning loop, and shot over the wasps, and then fell behind them. This confused the pursing insects, and the buzzed around angrily, unsure of where the fly had gone.
The fly snickered from its hiding place on the windowsill a few feet away from the wasps.
“Yes!” It cried out in triumph. “I’ve saved the kingdom!” It was so preoccupied with its grand escape from the villainous bugs that it did not notice a large shadow looming from above it.
THWACK!
“Gotcha!” Spike said, smiling down at the flyswatter and its bounty. He raised up the spatula-like item, and scraped off the dead bug on the side of the sill.
Whistling a happy tune as he walked away, Spike contemplated what he was going to do today. With the K.O. of the fly, he had completed his last chore, and now had a copious amount of free time.
“Well, what should I do?” Spike asked, putting a claw to his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, I could smoke some weed...” Spike dismissed that thought almost immediately, remembering the last time he had 420 Blazed It, and the subsequent jail breakout that ensued. He was just glad that the police force was super fucking lazy in Ponyville.
“I could read a book,” Spike said, looking around at all the books in the library. “But which one? There are too many to chose from!
“Ah, to hell with it. I’ll just grab the first one off the shelf.” Walking up to the ‘A’ section, he selected the first book he saw.
“Atlas Shrugged. Okay sure, why not. Looks good enough.
Twenty pages and one burnt book later, Spike was still bored out of his tiny, reptilian skull. As he sat on the floor, staring at his feet, he felt a familiar feeling in his crotch.
“Crap,” Spike said. “I’ve got to stroke it again.”
Spike knew what masturbation entailed; he couldn’t just do it out here in the middle of the library, he simply couldn’t get off that way. No, he needed some... ulterior help.
A claw shot down to his crotch, and he fumbled with his small sack, feeling the little orbs that were contained inside. He moaned, another claw tracing its way along the outside of his anus. Thank god dragons exhibit a more mammalian anatomy and had nice, proper genitalia, and not a cloaca. That shit would just be gross. Interesting fact: the dragon is closer related to the elephant than any other animal.
Spike walked hurriedly up the stairs to the upper landing, where the bathroom and Twilight’s room were. Once reaching the bathroom, he pulled his claw out of his dragon anus, and knocked. “Twilight? You in there?” No response.
Spike opened the door, and peered inside. Indeed, Twilight was nowhere to be seen, so he quickly shuffled his way to the shower. Peeling back the curtain, he climbed into the tub, and ran his claws across the tiles. Finally, he came to rest on his prize, held in a small crevice in the wall.
It was a bar of soap. Spike inhaled the heavenly scent, a thin trail of saliva escaping from his mouth. His long, serpentine tongue wriggled from his mouth, and traveled over to the bar of soap. It look a good, long lick, and Spike shivered from the bitter and odd, yet of so wonderful, flavor.
His tongue licked it a few times, and things started to heat up in the crotch-zone; his little dragon was popping its head from the sheath, a small droplet of pre-cum on the edge. Spike couldn’t handle it any longer, and his tongue wrapped around the bar of soap, and like many of the lizards dragons are related to, brought it back into his mouth with lightening speed.
Spike was in heaven. He moaned in ecstasy as his teeth mashed the bar of soap into mush, the cleaning agent reacting with his saliva to make suds. He greedily swallowed it, his tiny pecker now fully hard. He fell down onto the bathtub surface, and had a claw stroking the erect phallus as he enjoyed the savory soap, small bubbles leaking out from his nostrils every time he exhaled.
Soon, the soap was consumed, and Spike needed more. Jumping up from the tub, he rushed to the sink, where underneath it lay a cabinet. He wrenched it open, throwing aside roles of toilet paper and disposable dildos, he nearly came from seeing the mother-load laid out before him. Boxes and boxes of soaps, all just waiting for him.
Spike grabbed the first box, and tore it open, holding the fresh soap inside. He wasted no time, and shoved it down his gullet. Chewing and stroking in unison, he grabbed another one and shoved it in his mouth too, his eyes rolling back in his head. Another and another disappeared down his throat, his belly growing full with soap. He rubbed his dick so furiously as he did so that it actually caught fire from the friction. Spike didn’t care, though, he was a dragon, resistant to fire.
Falling onto his back, he rubbed his full belly, burping up a few bubbles. He continued to rub his penis as fast as he could; through the fire and the flames, he would carry on.
Finally, with one last pump, he came, a magnificent jet of cum shooting out. As it passed through the flames, it ignited, shooting a giant cone of fire at the wall. As everyone knows, dragons have incendiary cum so that just in case they are being attacked when they jack it, they can retaliate. If you have never been chased by a dragon spouting flames from its dick, then consider yourself lucky, because that shit is horrifying.
Spike lay on his back, the room smelling of soap and burning wall. As he panted in his afterglow, he barely registered the banging from the other room.
“Keep it down in there, Spike!” Twilight yelled, reclining on her bed as she did so. Rolling her eyes, she muttered to herself: “I bet he was eating soap again to get off. Jeez, Spike is such a freak sometimes.”
Fluttershy rose up from in-between Twilight’s hind legs. “Up, Twilight? Can I stop pouring hot wax on your nipples and go now?”
“No!” Twilight yelled forcefully. “Not until I orgasm! Now pour! Pour like you’ve never made nipple-candles before!”
Fluttershy gulped in fright, and poured the hot wax into tiny columns on Twilight’s nipples, and the purple pony bit her lip.
“You don’t see freaks doing this!”
