Spike's Discovery
Spike quietly got out of his bed. He would not want Twilight to hear him. He inched his way out, flinching at the creak that emanated from the floor as he set a toe on it. He looked at Twilight, but she was still sound asleep. Thank goodness. He reached the stairs without incident, then went down to the kitchen.
He grabbed a chair, carefully climbed up onto the counter, and located the cookie jar on top of the cabinet. If Twilight knew he had been eating cookies in the middle of the night, she would throw a fit, and he would probably be grounded for at least a week. He always only took one, because he knew she would notice if he took more. She was so OCD, she would probably notice if one was gone, so he was taking a risk even now.
He climbed down, returned the chair to its rightful place, and walked up the stairs eating the cookie. Pinkie Pie always made the best chocolate chip cookies. As Spike reached the apex of the stairs— Apex? He was spending too much time around Twilight— he saw something he had not seen before poking out from underneath Twilight's bed. He moved closer to investigate.
As he got closer, he could see that it was a shoebox. He pulled it out quietly and saw the logo and brand name on the front; Hoof Locker. Twilight normally steered away from anything brand-name. Spike wondered where this box had come from, and what was in it. He opened it, and he was extremely confused by the contents.
Inside the box were multiple magazines with handsome stallions on the covers, many showing off their muscles. One was outfitted in a firefighter's uniform. Why would Twilight keep these? What was so special about them?
Spike decided to take the box and go through it in the bathroom. Twilight would be less likely to wake up from the noise. He quietly closed the lid of the box and picked it up. Wow, he thought, this is heavy. Must be a lot of magazines in here.
He carried it to the bathroom downstairs from the bedroom, set it on the countertop, and after turning on the light, closed the door behind him carefully so as not to make noise. He grabbed it again, set it on the floor, and lay down alongside it. The tile floor felt cold, so he moved the shower mat to a comfortable position and lay on top of it. Then he began his investigation.
The first magazine had a buff brown pegasus on the cover, who seemed to have a money sign for a cutie mark. His wings were splayed out, and he wore nothing but a tan stetson hat. The title read "Wingboner Magazine." Spike looked at the tag at the bottom. It appeared to be the most recent magazine in the box; it was only dated a couple weeks ago. There were several more pegasi-themed magazines, the earliest dated at a few weeks after Twilight had become a princess. He piled those on his right.
The next one he really looked at was one titled "Playfilly." Spike tried to hold back a snicker. The stallion on the cover was a gray earth pony— and he was showing off his butt! Why would anypony want to look at pictures of other ponies' butts?
Then Spike saw the plump cheeks, the smooth curves... He was not sure why, but... he liked it. It looked good, somehow. Maybe ponies looked at it for the same reason. Spike looked more closely, and he could see the stallion's plothole poking out ever so slightly. He liked that, too.
He dug some more and found another magazine, the stallion on this one laying on his back looking at the camera. Spike gasped and chuckled. The stallion was showing off his dong!
Spike's mouth started to water. That stallion looked really good. Spike felt a pressure between his legs. He looked down to see his own penis poking out of its normal confinement. He felt it, and it felt hard. Harder than it should be. He also found he liked feeling it. He moved his claws up and down along its length, sending waves of pleasure through his body. His jaws parted and he let out a small sound.
"Ooohh." Spike wanted to continue, but his curiosity about the magazines got the better of him. He reluctantly pulled his claw away and continued to dig through the box. He came across another magazine, which made him freeze in shock. On the cover of this magazine, called "Coltcuddlers," two stallions were sitting in a chair, one on top of the other. The one on the bottom had his penis in the other's butthole.
Spike cringed. He thought that would hurt. But then he saw the expression of the stallion on the top. He looked like he was having a lot of fun. Maybe it was intended to be for recreation.
Finally, Spike reached the bottom of the box. He moved a magazine out of the way, and saw something purple. He pulled it out from under the magazines to find that it was a pony dong made of rubber. Spike thought his face probably looked hysterical. He felt confusion and surprise, topped with just a pinch of excitement. It wiggled in Spike's claws, almost like it was alive. Next to its spot in the box, there was an extremely generic-looking bottle of clear stuff, which read "Silicone-Based Sexual Lubricant." That's my Twilight, he thought. Always the generic stuff.
Spike looked at the picture on the magazine. He noticed what looked like the same stuff dripping down the one stallion's penis. He knew what lubricant was (he had used some to fix a creaky door), but Spike never thought it could be used for something like that.
There was another stallion on the magazine rubbing his hoof over his butthole. Spike followed his example and moved his own claw down underneath his tail. As he felt around his hole, he could feel his penis getting harder.
He looked at the expressions. The stallions on the magazine clearly knew something he did not. His eyes settled on the rubber penis. If the stallion on the cover enjoyed it, perhaps he would too. First, he ran a finger over his hole, feeling and exploring the scaly skin around it.
The tip of his claw gently entered his body, and he gasped in pleasure. It felt amazing! He wiggled it gently, causing a pleasurable shock to travel up from his groin. Spike rotated his claw and felt the shock again. It felt so good! Why had he never heard about this feeling before?
Spike leaned forward, kneeling on his claws and knees, and began slowly moving the thin appendage in and out. He could feel it sliding across the wrinkled skin of his anus. It hurt slightly, but it felt good at the same time. The heat was starting to build up, and the pain would soon outweigh the pleasure.
Spike stopped and pulled his claw out with a pop. Maybe the lubricant was supposed to make it go more easily. He grabbed the bottle, tipped it, and squeezed some of the viscous liquid into his palm. Then he moved his right claw to his anus and rubbed it over his hole. He poked it in, and it went inside him much more easily this time. Unfortunately, that removed some of the pleasure brought on by the slight burning.
Spike rotated his finger, trying to get a better angle, and hit a bump on the inside of his hole. The second he touched it, yet another wave of pleasure washed over him. He pressed more firmly, and the feeling rapidly intensified. The sensation was almost too much for Spike to handle. He involuntarily let out a quiet moan.
"Unh." Spike's eyes dropped and his tongue lolled out in ecstasy. Now he understood how that stallion had felt. He eyed the rubber stallion penis that he had found in Twilight's box. He thought that would probably feel a lot better than his claws. He pulled his claw out of his hole and grabbed the pillar of rubber. It was as thick as three of his fingers, and almost a foot long. He was uncertain whether there was enough room to fit it inside him, but he was definitely going to try.
He lifted himself upright on his knees and flipped through the magazine. Some of the stallions were sucking on each other's privates, licking them up and down, even nibbling them gently. If touching his penis felt good, Spike supposed that licking it would be much better. But how would it taste? The stallions in the magazine clearly enjoyed it on both ends of the deal, so it could not be that bad.
Spike stuck out his long reptilian tongue. His tongue was designed for smell as well as taste, and as it grew closer to his penis, he could taste the scent of it. It was musky and inviting, just waiting for him. He touched the tip of his tongue to the base, and found that his cock tasted just as delicious as it smelled. He licked up and down the shaft, and it felt amazing. Remembering his natural flexibility, he bent forward and took it in his mouth, sucking on it vigorously.
He could feel an odd sensation building inside him, like pressure. He continued sucking and was rewarded by a sudden shock of pleasure, more intense than ever before, and a stream of thick, white, creamy liquid shot out of his penis and into his mouth. He pulled his head back and tried to spit out the unexpected liquid, but it was thick and viscous and stuck in his mouth. But he realized that it tasted good. Salty and slightly bitter, it flowed down his throat like honey. There was also quite a bit splattered on his body. He licked it up with his long tongue, savoring the taste.
He found he did not want to pleasure himself as much as before. The lust had worn off somewhat, but Spike wanted to feel that wonderful release again. He eyed the rubber penis leaning slightly to one side. He grabbed it and brought it to sit in front of him. He then took the bottle of lubricant and squeezed some onto it, rubbing it up and down and spreading the lube around. Then he leaned forward and set it down underneath him, positioning the tip over his hole.
Spike slowly moved back, squishing the rubber penis inside his body, the wrinkled flesh of his anus spreading to accommodate it. The skin burned like a hot poker, but it felt amazing. The pain was instantly converted into pleasure in Spike's brain, but he could take no more. He paused, only a couple of inches of the dildo inside him. He felt like it was filling him up, stretching him around it, like it was a hand and he was the glove. Another moan issued from his lips, this one longer than the others before.
"Uuuunnnhhh." He resumed his journey, pushing back farther. It slid inside him, coating his inner walls with lubricant, making everything smoother. As he felt the dildo reach a point where he thought it could go no deeper, his ass touched the round orbs at the base. It was all the way inside. He was completely full, and it felt so good! The burning had subsided, but he could still feel the dildo stretching his entrance, spreading him open.
Spike leaned forward and lifted himself up, holding the dildo with a claw and keeping it from lifting up with him. It slowly pulled out of him with a delightful squish, until just the tip was inside. Spike felt empty, and he wanted that thing back inside him. He leaned back, but kept his hips level, and tried to reach that pleasure spot he had found earlier. He brought his hips down and gasped.
Jackpot!
The feeling sent Spike into a mist of carnal pleasure. He moved up and down slowly, each time hitting that spot, making him let out quiet grunts.
"Unh. Unh." He could feel that same pressure beginning to build once more, and he sped up his pace. With each piston-pump of his hips, he hit the tile floor with a quiet smack and moaned like a little filly, with complete disregard for noise.
"Oh! Unh! Anh! Anh! Oh, Celestia, yeah! Oohhh!" He pumped his hips a final time, hilted the dildo, and held his position. He came again, much more intensely than the first time, sending stringy ropes of white across the bathroom floor. His anal muscles clamped down on the rubber, and he felt fuller than after a Hearth's Warming feast. He stuck out his tongue and gratefully lapped up the cum that had formed into puddles on the floor. His tongue flicked, and he accidentally flung some onto his face, and he enjoyed licking it off the bridge of his nose.
He moved forward and lifted himself to remove the dildo, regretting the feeling of emptiness. Just when it was almost out, Spike turned left to see Twilight standing in the doorway with a look of abject horror on her face. As he stared at her, cum still hanging from his mouth, he felt the dildo come out of him with a quiet pop. Twilight's eyes rolled back in her head, and she hit the ground with a thump.
The End
