Chapter Two: A Flower for each hand.

“Um, shouldn't we be a little closer to the group?” Fluttershy grasped an outfit with each hand and compared them repeatedly, moving her gaze from skimpy outfit to skimpy-er outfit. Rarity complained about the laces of her earlier swimsuit but one of them had them, too. Actually, it had far more laces than fabric.

Luckily, it was summer outfit because letting all that skin uncovered would be really bad for their health in another season.

“Relax, darling. There is nothing to worry about. Besides, we all are responsible adults.” She glanced at Spike a few feet away, his back turned to the two women and humming a little tune to allow Fluttershy to change without having another nervous breakdown.

“If you say so...We are down to the last two? What do you think about this one?” Flutters placed the red, skimpy one over her chest. Her other hand held the other outfit, the one that looked more like fine rope than clothing, designed only to cover probably the nipples and her...girl parts. A searing blush showed up on her cheeks at the mere thought in holding that in her hand, let alone wearing it.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

“Isn’t this a little excessive? I mean, we are all friends here but is there any need to show our, um, good will so much?”

“Fluttershy, darling.” Rarity placed a hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “Attracting someone else isn’t always the issue.”

“I wasn’t talking abou—”

“It’s being comfortable with your body! Whatever you got, whether you be tall or short, fair skinned or dark, plump or skinny, A or D cup…” Her sight was hijacked on Fluttershy’s still generous assets. She wondered how any kind of bra could hold those beasts. “...in your case definitely D. You must be able to say: ‘This is my body and, world, I’m proud of it!”

“Y-yes! I agree!” Fluttershy’s blood pumped, the force of her determination dissipating her doubts. “But...wait, you said men aren’t your concern, then?”

“Well, no. Why do you ask?”

“I mean, you’re showing off lots of skin yourself.” She pointed at Rarity and looked at her form fitting backless swimsuit that embodied everything that fabric and magically enhanced sewing could be helpful in showing off a woman’s figure. “Isn’t that for…” she moved her index finger a few inches away, pointing this time at one green haired bored boy that kicked the sand and sighed heavily.

“Are you finished, girls?” Spike stretched his arms.

“Almost, darling! Have a little patience.” She turned toward Fluttershy and lowered her voice enough to be heard only by a hummingbird. Or someone that frequently spoke with hummingbirds. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, everyone knows he’s crazy about you and you don’t seem to mind having him around. Especially now.”

“Well, what I was going to say to Twilight? Please, leave our friend and your assistant behind? Besides, I love having him around! The thing is he is a little too...courteous, maybe?” Rarity blinked. She would never believed for that to be a flaw in someone else, especially Spike.

“What?”

“He respects me too much, that is. He is always so kind, so helpful, so devoted and yet...he never seems to take the first step.”

“What?!” If Fluttershy had been a lot less polite she would have said that her friend had finally gone loco. Or really was oblivious to everything. “Rarity, um, are you feeling well?” She placed a hand on her friend’s forehead to check her temperature.

“Absolutely, dear. The only problem is that if only he had a more forward approach…” She licked her lips as she focused her gaze on Spike’s really, really tight short shorts. Purple always looked so good on him, even better than Twilight. “I would jump on him like there is no tomorrow.”

“Oh...Never saw it that way.” A small smile appeared on Fluttershy’s lips. She was actually delighted to know that her friend had much more chances than it looked like.

“But we aren’t talking about me and Spike. When you are going to see that you, Fluttershy, are beautiful and you matter?”

“You know what? You’re right! What am I? A spineless, useless coward afraid of her own shadow? Even though when you are all alone and there’s a storm and a lightning bolt make it seem bigger and scarier and with pointy tee—It doesn’t matter!”

“Bravo, Fluttershy!”

“I’m an Element of Harmony, I saved Equestria more times than I could count, I faced Nightmare Moon and the Changelings, I reformed Discord for pity’s sake! And he still is reformed! Beat that Princess Celestia!”

“Oh, finally some joie de vivre from you! How many times have you proved you’re better than this before you believe it yourself?” Rarity blinked. “Could you try not to boast in front of the Princess next time, though—”

“Yes, I’m alive! I matter! I’m better than that! And I...choose...this!” Fluttershy gloriously held over her head the indecent outfit. “I will not be afraid!”

“Well, I never thought you would choose that one but I’m glad you like it. Spike! Be a dear and fetch all the other outfits while Fluttershy changes.” Rarity pointed at the huge pile of costumes and the three empty bags containing them lying on a towel to not let the sand soil them.

“Coming.” Still with his eyes closed, he started stuffing Rarity’s collection of outfits back in the bags.

“Spikey Wikey? Why don’t we go there while Fluttershy changes?” She turned toward the rose haired girl and gestured her to quickly go behind that tall enough rock she mentioned earlier and swiftly hugged Spike from behind, burying his green head between her breasts as he kneeled down to fit the clothes back in the bag.

A shame that he stopped growing long before being of age, but the last time that happened he never stopped doing so and turned into a giant, scaly, roaring monster, so not everything was for the worst.

“Hum...Rarity? There’s something on my head that weighs so much.” Spike felt a peculiar heat puffing up his cheek, kinda similar the one he always felt after a puff of dragon fire. Only there were no traces of green flames…

“But I think you enjoy it, right?”

Spike gulped. Rarity could feel him shake and tremble and she felt guilty. With all that talks about forward approach and body image she didn’t even think about if this was the right thing to do…

She unlocked her arms from the boy until she felt a firm grasp around her wrist. “W-wait...Don’t go.” he pleaded, looking so vulnerable with his wide green eyes.

“I’m not leaving.” She glanced at the bag half stuffed with the discarded outfits. “You know, Spikey Wikey? Why don’t you rest for a while? We all came here for a vacation and I would feel bad if you spent it cleaning my mess.”

He flashed a warm smile. “I like cleaning your mess.” his face shifted into a puzzled look. “Wait, that’s not right...I like your mess. No wait! I like you! I mean—”

“I know what you mean!” she chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Why is it that everyone around here needs a good injection of self esteem?”

“What?”

“You heard Fluttershy, I presume.”

“Me, you, the other girls the other side of the beach and the rest of Ponyville a few miles away. Probably the Princesses, too. Cadence included, back there in the Crystal Empire. Yeah, I got that.”

Rarity chuckled. “I’m quite sure of it. Don’t get me wrong, she’s the best person I could’ve ever hoped to meet but sometimes I feel like her mother or her coach. I feel like Rainbow!” She shuddered, finding in her heart a newfound compassion for the boisterous athlete, having to deal with such a friend. “I can’t always scream from the sidelines to everyone that they can do it.”

“You know, sometimes we just need a push in the right direction. That’s why we have each other.” He scratched the back of his head. “One of us forgets what we have that makes us strong, something the rest of us sees every day but we can’t because it would be like an eye watching itself.

“That was quite profound.”

“Living in a library got some advantages,” he chortled. “Sometimes it’s you and Fluttershy, next time it will be Fluttershy to return the favour when you’ll need it.”

“And I would be there for you if you need me.” She turned towards Spike with pleading eyes and an eye flutter. More natural than breathing for her, but it did nothing that tint his cheek with a red that skimmed the line between the endearing and the frustrating.

“I know that, Rarity…I kind of implied that, yes. Still, thank you...”

“I think you’re already wonderful, by the way...” she blurted out and silence immediately fell between the two like a sack full of bricks. Spike’s timid smile turned upside down in a puzzled frown.

The moment of bonding lasted less than a flower in the storm. He shrugged and hid his gaze between a curtain of green locks. She tried to open her mouth but no sound came from it. Was there such a gap between them? A gap he couldn’t fill for his shyness and she couldn’t fit with her cowardice?

A lady always lived by the wisdom she gave.

“Spikey, do you still like me?”

No answer. She poked him with her index finger and he wobbled slightly, lifeless, clutching tightly his sides with his arms.

“Spike, I am really worried about you so I’ll come closer and check you, alright? Say nothing if you agree.” He didn’t, so she leaned her head over to meet his gaze, finally noticing that the boy was just...frozen. Completely paralyzed in fear with huge drops of cold sweat hanging from his green bangs.

“Spikey? Are you ok?” She wanted to give herself a slap for such an obvious question.

“I never stopped.”

“Stopped what?”

“Liking you. I never stopped liking you at all. How could I just s-stop? It would be like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Why did you freeze up like that, then?” She passed a finger on his arm, feeling the increasing tension in it. “Are you afraid of me?”

“I’m afraid of losing what we have. Does it still matter for you?”

“O-of course, you do! You matter a lot for us.”

“Do I matter to you?”

Before Rarity completely lost her mind with joy, as she felt his heart and his feelings closer than they’ve ever been, Spike found himself buried again in her firmly shaped bosom.

“Yes!!! You do matter a lot to me!” She threw herself at him and brushed her lips against his.

At first she thought she had done it, to have rushed things so fast to slam on a metaphorical brick wall until Spike’s green head lunged forward, sealing his lips with the fashionista’s own, returning the kiss by making less noise than a ladybug snoring.

His mouth trembled slightly as he met her lips, those coveted lips he wanted to kiss for so long, but in his mind he had no fear as he struggled on his heels to match the woman’s height. A pleasant warmth spread to her cheeks as she registered the softness of his lips meeting hers.

Her arms locked around his waist to support his weight in the tender effort of feeling him closer to her, noticing with delight how he was clinging to her, like a fine line out of life’s uncertainties..

Her heart started pounding as she felt his arms sliding on her skin, firmly grasping her sides and her waist, as she started to feel his tongue, begging to enter in her mouth. It tickled slightly and caused a small giggle to ring in her throat. Already going with the tongue, she thought, amused. She found it delightful the idea that this was his first kiss.

Her jaw relaxed and all her tension dissipated, finally turning what they have into a real kiss instead of two pair of lips massaging each other, allowing her to bask in the wonder of that moment.

The sea breeze gently caressed the pair, their hands exploring each other’s curves, his skin meeting hers as it was revealed inch by inch because of her costume being slowly pulled down. Her shoulders already bare felt the warmth of the setting Sun as the exhilarating nature of the kiss made her forget everything but them.

He and Her. Man and Woman. The gap between bridged and their hearts beating as one.

Her muscles turned to stone and her breath was drawing short as her tongue met his and was swayed towards one tiny little detail. Actually several little details that really spoiled the moment: Teeth.

A small line of newborn, filed teeth in the back of his mouth, seeping through the skin like many knives. Sometimes, under that young boy look, Rarity forgot that her adorable friend was also a dragonfolk. His pearly white teeth were starting to grow in dangerous fangs!

The boy’s development was complete. The dragon’s had just started.

The dreadful instruments prickled her tongue and she let out a small yelp of pain. Spike broke the kiss leaving only an uncouth trail of saliva between their lips. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no. Of course not…” Her eyes wandered about as she felt between her fingers the small mantle of purple scales on his shoulders. Not even half a patch of skin but her fingers found them anyway, stroking in a way between affectionate and worried. How would it feel like to press her body against his? Would it hurt?

“Wait...I got it.” He pouted and passed his tongue on his own teeth. “You know, I try to round them nearly every day but I always miss a pair. Did I hurt you?!”

“A little. But don’t think it does hinder your kissing capabilities!“

“Uh, what?”

“You good kissing.” She giggled, forsaking basic grammar for the sake of lightening the mood, complete with a small kiss on Spike’s nose and on his forehead.

She closed her eyes as a jolt of pleasure speared her when Spike started giving playful little kisses and nips on her neck, going lower and lower as he firmly grasped her bottom.
He whipped out his tongue to lick her her so close to her bosom while another inch of clothes went down, nearly ripped by her lover’s inquisitiveness.

She left herself to be pinned on the ground, resting her back on the pile of discarded costumes gently guided by Spike’s hands behind her waist. She caressed his face as she felt a strange warmth hovering and throbbing over her crotch...poking right through Spike’s short shorts.

She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into another hungry kiss, finally meeting his tongue with hers and locking around it on all of its wet glory as his hands finally pulled down her white costume, freeing her graceful curves from its tight confines. They were perfectly firm, as if they were holding themselves as a reflection of the grace and beauty the fashionista tried and succeeded to embody, reflected on a pair of perfectly shaped bosom. They didn’t possess Pinkie’s or Fluttershy’s sheer size. They didn’t need to.

He took the pink crown jewel of her gracious mounds in his mouth, enveloping it in his lips with all the care in the world, suckling onto it like a small child. This drew a moan from Rarity whose hand slid down his back and encountered only smooth skin, zigzagging and avoiding her worries to meet the boyish curve of his butt. To her delight, she could feel the brushing of his teeth against her skin very few times, so few she could count them on just one hand, and none of them were the dragon’s ones.

Spike was greedily passing between a nipple and the other, covering them with drool, kissing and licking Rarity’s breasts, his tongue riding every tiny, little spot that were missing the touch of a man, awakening sensations in the process she never thought she would feel again and was starting to forget how it felt.

Thank Celestia for her Green Knight! Sure, he was was mostly uncouth, completely savage...and she was reveling in it and the damp sensation of his skilled tongue as well her young friend’s pride throbbing against her crotch. A crotch that felt an amazing warmth spreading from it and was aching to be united with what laid beyond a thin layer of cotton.

“Darling, let me do something first…” she said between moans while her lover threw a puzzle looked from over her breasts. He sighed and gave her smile to her as he leaned on his side to give Rarity some space. She started wiggling her waist back and forth to try and slide herself out of her half taken swim suit until she straightened her long legs and gave a powerful kick, sending her immaculate white outfit sprawling on the ground, preparing her naked body to be soiled in the most wonderful way.

Spike froze again when she laid his gaze upon the perfectly trimmed patch of purple hair adorning her sex. His mouth started watering as he felt every cell of his body yearning to lunge at the perfect curve of the goddess in front of him, his dreams ripe for the taking.

He took a moment to admire her love’s sex: her bright pink labia glistened in the sun, not unlike the wings of a pretty butterfly or the petals of a fresh spring orchid, capped off by an elegant, roundly shaped clitoris, the crowning jewel of the woman’s beauty.

A healthy shade of crimson adorned Rarity’s cheek. “Well, I showed you mine...How about you show me yours?” she cooed.

“Oh, frickin’ yes…” He got up immediately and grabbed his shorts, pulling them down and leaving his crotch exposed, leaving only a small patch of cloth hanging from his rock hard erection. “Ready?” He grinned as Rarity was sitting completely on her bottom, her arms wrapped around her rocking back and forth, expecting it like a child waiting for his Heartwarming Eve’s gifts.

His hands moved. His virility twitched. Rarity’s grin grew to glorious greatness.

“Rarity! How do I look?” A 90% naked, rose haired girl popped out that rock and saw a perfectly round butt. And her friend butt naked. Her throat let out a small squeak before her thoughts went to static. Being practically naked apart from two tiny strips over her nipples and another protecting her sex didn’t help. If anything she felt even more naked, helpless and disoriented.

“Darling!” Rarity covered her breasts with her arms while Spike hastily put everything back in his trousers. “I swear there is a perfectly rational explanation for this!”

“Were you two…?” she pointed at the couple, her finger waddling back and forth from one to the other.

“Sorta! Kinda! We just started!” Spike bit his lip when he noticed that his other head was very receptive of Fluttershy’s new looks. He wondered if having that massive bosom also on his head would hurt his neck. “Not now,” he muttered to the rebel appendage.

“I know it may seem most uncouth to be doing this behind your back, but you know,” Rarity shrugged, words slipping out of her tongue and certainly she wasn’t going to find them in Spike’s eyes, who shrugged back.

“No. I-I don’t know!” Fluttershy’s internal volume control kind of slipped out of her hand.

“With all that talking about approaches and body image and taking back control of one’s life I sorta thought that―”

“You misunderstand!” She threw her arms at her side in defeat, before sighing nervously and look at the couple with the eyes of a lost puppy.

Her body language gave, nay, screamed the impression she was gathering all of her courage for that moment. “Can I watch?” Fluttershy pleaded, her scintillating, incensed eyes gaining a size or two. Rarity and Spike turned toward each other and with a matching grin, they agreed that the day couldn’t get better.

***

If someone had told Spike that not only the girl of his dreams, the loving, caring, sophisticated and affectionate Rarity would reciprocate his attentions but he would also get a boobjob from her and from the second most beautiful girl he knew, he would have probably said to that someone to cut the moonshine.

But here he was, his turgid, considerable length being smushed down in a sea of velvet like snugness. His glistening, purple head seldom popped out from the marshmallow heaven, milked of precum from each trust. Each time those magnificent breasts moved across his shaft, each time the girl’s nipples passed above his bulgy veins, giving him delightful pricks of pleasure.

Rarity had to use her cunning to move her reasonably sized assets all around his virility, planting kisses and voracious full tongue licks on his head, enveloping in her wetness at every chance only to explode in a lighthearted chortle every time they made eye contact. Rarity knew how to handle a dick and wasn’t afraid to show it and she looked positively enrapturing with the boy’s juices smeared all across her face and torso, like she was swimming in the fruits of their lust.

Fluttershy nearly looked completely lost and concentrated on Spike’s corpus, taking in the lower part of his member complete with his balls in her soft, smooshy graces. He could see the shy girl sticking out her tongue, mirroring Rarity’s efforts and cleaning in a fell swoop the dragon boy’s throbbing genitals. She didn’t appear to enjoy the taste but kept going forward, smiling after each pout as if she basked in the joy of giving her friend such a wondrous time. She was focusing on the less sensitive parts of his organ but her efforts were genuine, successful and incredibly hot, tantalising the boy and filling him with anticipation.

Rarity opened her mouth and Spike’s shaft went in smoothly. She inched her way beyond her soft, lipstick wearing lips and let her tongue rest around its tip, delighting in his salty, creamy goodness as her hands kept her alabaster breasts in place, keeping that delicious member in his place. Fluttershy, too, started using her mouth and enveloped one of Spike’s balls in it, running her tongue on the surface while she used her hand to stroke his firm butt.

Spike let out a little whine that grew into a growl, placing his hands on Rarity’s head and forcing a inch or two more in her. His cock kept rolling on her tongue which sent wave after wave of animalistic pleasure, enough to turn his legs into jelly. He fell on his back as the purple haired woman crawled on top of him, still continuing her blowjob with a steadier rhythm, her head bobbing up and down on his dick. He rolled his eyes and let his tongue hang at the side of his mouth when he felt Rarity’s fingers grasping his.

Rarity went to his knees and waved his butt in the her, using a hand to spread her labia, revealing her soft, pink flesh to a very confused Fluttershy. She waved her butt again and the shy girl finally got her hint, gulping loudly and sticking her tongue, and crawled her way to give a slow, long lick to Rarity’s sex, who giggled in delight as her mouth was pounded in her throat by Spike’s aching rod and Flutter’s amazing tongue, whose touch grew more lustful and experienced as she feasted on her with increasing greed launched her in a long, suffocated moan. Careful to trail her tongue across Rarity’s labia, she launched small darts of pleasure on her pink treasure before launching an assault on Rarity’s hole.

When her tongue entered she let out another long, dirty sounding moan and let her juices ran freely, splattering her friend’s face with mirth as she kept eating her out.

Spike’s eyes were closed shut as Rarity’s touch overloaded his senses and felt a mental pair of hinges being smashed and went clinking on the ground as he released himself in Rarity’s mouth.

His cock hardened and swelled as the liquid ran again and again through his appendage and landed in huge damp shots, rocking his muscles so hard to make a sweet pain seep in his loins and behind his eyes, down his woman’s throat and then on her breasts and face when she couldn’t no longer contain the force of his erection, struggling to keep the remaining boiling baby batter in her mouth after unsheating Spike’s member from her mouth.

To everyone’s surprise not only was it not soft in the least, but it stood erect once again gaining further length and thickness, throbbing, aching, for sexual release that not one but two beautiful women were more than willing to give.

“Wait,” Fluttershy whispered and grabbed Rarity by the cheeks, opening her mouth to catch the liquid spilling from Rarity’s own, gulping it down like the sweetest ambrosia. Spike was kind of surprised by that turn of event. Who would have thought she would have done something so gross and yet so hot? Though, to be pedantic one should ask why she would have agreed to all the sex thing.

Eventually, Fluttershy collapsed on her side, her mouth soiled by both female and male juices, and watched with a dazed look at her friend catching his breath while Rarity laid on her back again and releasing another serene laughter.

“Oh my!” she panted out between a chortle and another. “That was quite...quite something darlings! Raise your hand if you didn’t expect the day to go the way it went!” She launched herself in a schoolgirl giggle, as if she were inebriated.

Fluttershy shrugged and raised her hand. Spike just joined them to not look like a jerk.

“But even so, don’t you agree that there was something missing?” She flashed a sly grin as her hand delicately slipped onto her belly. Fluttershy on her hands, her jaw slowly starting to fell from amazement and surprise, something that her brain picked up a second faster than Spike.

“Something that me, you and everyone else wants to see.” Rarity moved her fingers down to her sex and spread her lower lips and used the other arm to support herself on the elbow, throwing the gauntlet at her lover to plunge himself in her inviting depths.

He didn’t crawl his way to her, he pounced. He was already above the woman of his dreams and guided his member at her entrance, aligning with massive care his rod with her soaked flower.

A nod, a tender smile and he pushed, finally allowing Rarity to taste the pleasure rippling from his sex.

This was what was she missed, this tightness, the fullness, the warm moistness of her Spikey Wikey that did practically nothing but fuel her unending need of cock. Inch by inch, Rarity felt herself being filled by that throbbing, warming organ, something she would be sure to experience again and again until the edge of forever.

He squeezed past the last resistance of her ring of flesh and made her whole body tense up before she relaxed despite the quaking of her very being. Spike pushed the rest of the way with more force, bottoming out quickly after.

Man hands circled her buttocks, going around to meet her waist and massaging those sensitive spots before focusing on her thighs, applying gentle pressure and spreading her legs further. Rarity couldn’t help but squirm due to the member inside her, pushing back until Spike relented and slowly pulled himself out, only to slam his spear again deep inside her, milking out a small trickle of cum, far more eager than the rest of joining Rarity’s insides.

Her amused squeals went unnoticed as Spike thrust back in, pulling Rarity’s hips back to meet his own. His touch was rough, rude and even savage, still marked by inexperience and the primal need of satisfying his needs more than those of his lover but it was earnest and natural and she wasn’t blaming him for it.

It was another facet of Spike that she wanted to know for so long, like one face of a fire ruby that needed to be polished a little to show its beauty. Her nails embedding themselves in his back, carefully avoiding the scales as not break something (most probably the nails), were a promise of that and the many nights she would live with him.

She lost herself in the heat of the moment and her teeth slowly sank in his shoulder as she could feel his organ trembling, driven to the edge by her warm and wet folds. He didn’t notice, occupied as he was with beating a rhythm into his love that filled the silence of the beach. Her whole body spasmed and collapsed she felt his manhood release his juices, sending it splattering into her womb..

With the corner of his eye and in the silence that drowned the world but for the happy moans of his lady, he caught a glimpse of Fluttershy shoving her fingers in her puffy, wet prize, biting her lip as of not to howl her delight to the other side of the world. Her juices were sent flying down her thighs as the last traces of the orgasm were taking a toll on his mind.

He collapsed on Rarity’s chest and felt her puckered nipples brushing against his chest. Their hearts beating in unison as pearly drops of sweat crossed their brows as her fingers ran through his green hair. He was still buried deep inside her, his penis leaving one small trickle of cum in her, as if to leave a signature.

It was wonderful, calm, perfect...but still not finished. Something made his blood pump and shrink his pupils, a primordial need flowing in his very soul. His newborn scales stood up on his shoulder, his heart hammered in his ribcage. His instincts reawakened with a vengeance, still yearning for the touch of warm flesh and the exchanging of fluids. He needed a woman but he could see beneath Rarity’s satisfied smile that she did not have any energy left within her.

Sex was one thing, but hurting a loved one to satisfy one’s own instincts? Frigging never.

“Rarity?” he groaned as her hand was still massaging his scalp, answering with a satisfied moan.

“You know, she said she wanted to watch…”

She turned her gaze toward the rose haired girl and grinned as she saw her collapsed on her back, her massive bosom resting on the side while her fingers were still occupied drawing the last, measly drops of pleasure from herself. If women could do that on their own, they wouldn’t have need for cocks.

“What if we let her...join in?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” She smiled and kissed Spike on the nose and then briefly on his lips, as their shared grin was matched by Fluttershy.

***

She was already on her knees, her plump butt waving in the air and feeling the sea breeze caressing it gently, as well as Rarity’s hand that kept it high and ready. Her wet treasure was dripping with excitement and her hole was screaming at her mind the same thing it was screaming, trying to breach wall after wall of reservations when she saw Spike making Rarity hers: Now it’s your turn.

“Ready, Spikey?” Rarity whispered as she rolled his thick cock in her hand, stroking it gently to prepare for what was to come.

“Y-yeah!” he said, his cock still aching for all the work it had to done but willing to enter another hole, to give a rest to his dragon lust and to satisfy a friend that wanted to feel alive.

Rarity chuckled and Spike moved his hips forward, brushing his knees against the sheet. The fashionista held the thick member and guided it with an eerie calm towards Flutter’s gaping gash. When the purple tip met the juicy pink flesh it was only by an inch, an inch of sensitive flesh and a sharp gasp arose from the two of them..

The ravenous lady gave a little push to Spike’s butt and he swiftly penetrated her, piercing Fluttershy like butter to fill with his meat her squishy hole. The quiet, kind caretaker turned into a savage animal not unlike the ones she loved to tend, expressing her joy at Spike’s delightful thrusts into her in the same way a savage beast would after travelling miles and miles just to find a mate; the perfect mate.

With ease, he plunged inside her, filling her canal with manic glee, crushing the tip of his penis against her insides again and again, trying to take all the leftover lust Rarity couldn’t take into that squishy, welcoming cunt. All of his higher brain functions were swept under a huge rug labeled: fuck this girl! and his whole being was obliging with gusto, savoring the fantastic friction of her hole, nothing existing part from her and his lust.

Fluttershy, amidst that sea of sinful sensation, could feel his fingers rubbing at her labia now, running in circles around her clit making her even close, so desperately close to the orgasm.

She could feel it, feel that pleasure rising to a point she never dared to taste. At only at few more thrust there was the Holy Grail of Absolute Pleasure and the fire in her heart, her soul and her loins made her realize this.

“Spike...Gaaaaah!” she roared. “Ram it in! Ram it iiiin!”

And he rammed it in indeed, as her inner walls tried to subdue the beast mounting her, only to give in in a copious spray of bodily fluids, coating his shaft with a sea of precum. Her muscles clenched around him and caught him in the most sinful grip, threatening to milk all the cum out of his young body.

He grinned and his member turned to stone, his hand searching for a pair of big breasts that just begged to be grabbed, squished and caressed to his heart’s desire as his seed came soaring inside Fluttershy, filling her to the brim, and coating her insides until it spilled out of her flower and onto the sheet below them.

He came and came, even more than when he came inside Rarity as spooge after spooge hit her cervix and even a small, adorable bulge was forming in her belly as if the semen simply had no end.

Spike, Rarity and Fluttershy collapsed in a pile of sweating limbs and bodies, leaving only the warmth of the sun and scent of their fluids to fill their thoughts.

Author's Note

Just one chapter to go, boys and girls. Sorry for the long hiatus but while my proofreader is a funny, intelligent and productive fellow, he also had...a life! Gasp!