Spike never felt the supple black leather collar being gently buckled around his neck, with the delicate telekinetic touch of one very skilled and magic nimble mare. He never heard the diamond shaped gold tag, baring his name, or rather her pet name she had once so be-lovingly bestowed on him, 'Spikey', ring against the brass buckle, mirroring the from of his master's cutie mark.

He awoke to the sound of a leash being snapped on him, his jaw achingly sore, from the ball gag Rarity had left in his jagged toothed maw, over the past 5 hours, since Princess Twilight had caught her train, and inadvertently left him in the hooves of a sexually deviant and malevolent mare.

Though being the kind, generous mare she is, at heart, she loosened it a bit to let his jaw relax, before she grabbed the leash and pulled him along. His eyes heavy with tiredness, still, he follows his mistress obediently.

Once outside the door, he saw that it was still very late at night, or early morning, he couldn't tell. But Luna's full moon was high in the sky, lighting the way of the odd pair, and that’s when Rarity finally spoke up.

“We’re going to visit one of my clients so he can ‘train’ you in…certain skills, lets call them.” She explained, eyes forward, still moving as she tows the dragon maid along.

Spike muffled a question into his gag, almost immeadiatly feeling a sharp pain, like the bite of a cobra, in his thigh, following his attempt to break the silence. Looking back, he see’s that there’s a riding crop levitating right behind him.

“No speaking unless given permission to, darling.” Rarity says sternly, with an uncharacteristically cruel indifference to the suffering that was meant to linger on even his thick, scaly, hide.

After a few minutes, the two reach Sweet Apple Acres. Which made Spike only that much more confused. Who were they meeting? At this time of night?

Rarity had dragged him into the barn, which at first sight, seemed empty, to the confused young drake in drag. But then Spike noticed something moving near the back, then Rarity spoke up

“I have a new plaything for you, Big Macintosh~” she almost singed in that deceptively sweet tone she was well known for.

Spike’s eyes widened and he blushed hard, surpassing the faded make up on his cheeks that rubbed off on his pillow, as he drooled and snored around the rubber ball in his muzzle.

"Big Mac?!" he screamed internally.

Spike couldn’t let Big Mac see him dressed like this!

The dragon in drag immediately started tugging on the leash, in panicked desperation, trying to get away, until Rarity growled and pushed him forward, with her fore hoof to his back, harshly.

“Move!" she commanded with no room for argument "Best not keep him waiting.” Rarity demanded, anger, and displeasure in her now venomously cruel voice.

Head hung in defeat, Spike sighed around the gag and approached Big Mac… and upon getting closer, Spike could see that Big Mac was now leaning backwards against a hay bale, his red and brown spotted cock fully erect, jutting out like a branch on a mighty, aged old apple tree.

Spike stared at it unyieldingly, his blush intensifying, unable to look away from the giant red snake, that already stood poised to strike.

“What the hay am I suppose to do with this…?” He thought to himself.

As if Rarity could read his thoughts, she unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of Spike’s mouth…only for it to be replaced by big mac’s massive 24 inch long cock, as she used her magic touch to force the little dragon maiden's face down on the rock hard stallion-hood, with no preamble, no warming up to it, and no mercy!

Gagging and eyes already watering, Spike tries to pull away, but right when he reaches the head of the cock, he feels Rarity’s hoof on the back of his head. Stopping him from going any further back “nah-ah-ah darling. You can’t stop sucking until he blows his load.” she chides in a patronizingly sweet tone.

Spike closed his eyes. He didn’t really know what she meant by “blow his load” but seeing no other way out of it, he began to softly suck on Big Mac’s length, getting a moan out from the stallion as he slowly inched his way down the shaft.

Rarity bit her bottom lip, feeling her pussy get wet “mmm…good little sissy~” she softly coos, beginning to rub herself with a fore hoof, gently.

After reaching about halfway, which both Rarity and Macintosh were surprised to see from a dragon so small, Spike couldn’t take anymore and began working his way back up. When he reached the head again, he moved back down, taking in slightly more then last time. Then back up. And back down. Back up. Then back down.

Until finally he felt Big Mac’s cock start to swell up a bit, then a burst of cum was released into Spike’s mouth, quickly flooding his mouth as his eyes open wide.

The frantic and startled young dragon maiden, tries pulling back instinctively, as his virgin tongue tasted a stallion for the very first time. But Rarity and Big Mac both held him down.

“Swallow it all you sissy bitch!” Rarity commands, being extremely turned on.

Spike began swallowing the stallion’s seed before it flooded his mouth. After an eternity spanning the course of one maybe 2 minutes, his task was complete, and Bic Mac's fire hose had been sucked dry to the work pony's much awaited content. It was a long hard job in the field today, and he needed the release. when Spike was all done, the two ponies finally let him up for air.

Spike gasps for breath, feeling choked by the sheer volume of the tangy salty 'apple sauce' that made him feel slightly like vomiting. Knowing this would displease Rarity and disgust her to no end, he somehow managed to force his meal back down.

Rarity takes up his leash in her hoof, once again and places a gentle kiss on the cheek, for a job well done.

“great job my little Sissy Spikey Wikey~" she praised with no undertone of insincerity "just for that fabulous performance, I’ll let you go the rest of the night and tommorow morning without your gag.” she generously bequeathed.

Spike couldn’t help but smile a bit, knowing he made Rarity happy “th-thank you Rarity” he said shyly, then felt the pain in his thigh again.

“That’s mistress, to you, sissy. Got it?”

she proclaimed, with the crop held high in her deceptively gentle blue aura of magic, poised to deliver another corrective measure if need be.

With a slight whimper, he slowly nods “y-yes Rari-…I mean, Mistress…”

Rarity then gently patted the dragons head “good! Then lets get you home so you can meet the other sissies!” the mare smirks and giggles bidding him to move by a sudden jerk on his leash, that almost took him off his feet.

Spike’s eyes gave a look of shock. "Others?" he pondered in his astonishment.

She had other 'sissies' at her house?

Author's Note

ServingSpoon (editor/publisher): forgive me but i thought it was a wee bit short and needed a little more detail on this one. Not many spelling errors though. maybe one correction out of the two chapters. A great story. Hope you like the changes.

((you can delete this if you like or make changes. it is your story after all ;D))