SpikexMr.CakexLickety Split
Spike tapped a claw nervously as he waited in his bed. He wasn’t looking forward to the conversation he had to have with Twilight. He was grateful that Applejack had given him the chance to talk to her after she’d discovered him with Big Mac, rather than just talking to Twilight herself, but now that he was waiting for her he had no clue what he was going to say.
“Why does she always have to be so busy,” he complained, gripping the side of his bed. The sun had already set, and she still wasn’t back from her shopping with Pinkie and Rarity. The stress of waiting was driving Spike mad. He wanted Big Mac. Just the thought of holding him tightly in his arms was calming; the thought of kissing him was actually relaxing.
The thought of even more, however, was exciting, and that excitement wasn’t easily contained.
Spike laid back in his bed as he shut his eyes and tried to calm himself down by thinking of something other than that sexy stallion. He had a bit of luck when he noticed his feet dangle off the edge of his bed, something that hadn’t happened just the day before. Though, he only managed to wonder about his suddenly increased height for a moment before Mac reentered his thoughts. It’d be so much easier to coil around the stallion if he kept growing.
His excitement began to physically express itself as he thought of draping himself over Big Macintosh, and without thinking Spike sat up, crossing his legs and moving his arms between them to cover his erection. It was a few seconds of heavy panicked breathing before he remembered that Twilight still wasn’t home. That gave him time to deal with this.
A smile came to Spike’s face and he looked down at his mattress, where he had hidden one of his most valuable treasures. “Gotta be quick,” he mumbled as he leaned over the side and reached under the mattress. Within moments he had his claw wrapped around just what he was looking for. Reflexively, he glanced around the room before pulling the magazine out and sitting back up.
Spike paused for just a moment as he set the magazine on his lap. He thought first of his favorite pictures, but the images in the magazine were quickly overridden. He closed his eyes and could see Big Red under him clearly, and as he moved a claw to his groin he could almost feel him too.
But at the moment, it somehow felt like that one feeling wasn’t enough. He wanted more; more sights, more feelings, more stallions.
The final desire hit Spike the hardest, mostly because it was the only one he truly fought against. He tossed the magazine off the bed and stopped stroking immediately. His now free hands grasped his head and he found himself gasping as he tried futilely to hold back a siege of naughty thoughts. A veritable buffet of sexy stallions paraded through Spike’s mind. Most of them were either on top of him or under Big Macintosh. Every one of them was a star from the magazine.
Spike’s eyes shot open before he could focus on any one of the images. However, the arousal remained. Cautiously, Spike reached for the discarded magazine and started to stroke himself again. He turned onto his belly as he continued to stroke, setting the magazine on the pillow in front of him as he did. He’d intended to open the page to his proper favorite stallion, mostly to get his mind off of his rapidly resurging imagination.
The slightly sticky pages made that something of a challenge, and the page he wound up turning to instead displayed one of his least favorite stallions.
“Mr. Pastry,” sat front and center on the page, his slightly stubby cock completely shown in the folds of the apron he pushed shyly against it. The shyness was marked by the bright red cheeks on his fully displayed face. He was a skinny yellow stallion, with red hair and a number of freckles adorning his cheeks.
Normally Spike would have avoided this page. Something about looking at a stallion he knew was married usually felt wrong. However, at the moment he didn’t find himself caring. He just knew that the stallion on the page looked delicious. He barely even remembered that he knew Mr. Pastry, as his eyes were firmly focused on the stallion’s crotch and not his face.
With a turn of the page, Spike began to stroke more fervently and hump against his hand. The new page showed nothing of Mr. Pastry’s face; only his rear, his balls, and the back of his head. The main subject of the page was instead the big black cock thrusting into him, along with maybe the brown stallion he appeared to be deep-throating in the background. After closing his eyes for just a moment, Spike put himself in the brown stallion’s place, and tried to imagine his big red lover was the one working on Mr. Cake’s behind.
Spike’s eyes reopened a few moments later when he moved his free claw around his hips and under his tail. He didn’t do much with it once it was there, at least at first, only gently circling against his hole rather than actually fingering himself. However, it was only a few moments of just teasing himself before Spike actually inserted his centermost claw. After a gasp and a powerful squeeze of his cock, his tongue lolled out onto the magazine.
Another turn of the page followed soon. Spike found his desire to see more of the stallion resurfacing. He wanted Mr. Pastry, and he wasn’t even thinking about what that meant in his lust-fueled stupor. What was on the next page, however, gave him some pause. It was a close-up shot of Mr. Cake’s face getting covered in cum by the two cocks in front of him.
After a moment’s pause, the small bit of control Spike still had caused him to jerk away from the magazine and back into a sitting position. Without any forethought though, he forgot to remove his fingers as he did so. The surprise depth at which he suddenly probed himself prompted a loud gasp and further loss of reason. Spike’s eyes slammed shut and he resumed stroking himself off while continuing the probing.
With concerns not associated with his lust gone and the picture burned into his mind, Spike began to imagine Mr. Cake in motion. In the dragon’s mind the stallion was waiting open-mouthed in front of him, and all the while Big Macintosh was teasing him from behind with the tip of his shaft.
Seconds later a shout signaled the end of Spike’s fantasizing as he came and all thoughts were overridden. It didn’t last very long, sadly, and after only a short moment of ecstasy Spike let go of his cock and slid his fingers out of his rear in order to steady himself. After that he opened his eyes, and shouting gave way to panting.
Spike smiled as he saw that a few coincidental shots of semen had ended up mimicking his fantasy with help from the magazine in front of him. Soon after he was licking his lips as he realized he was still unsatisfied. In fact, he felt truly hungry.
“I wonder if they’re still open,” he thought aloud as he pulled himself off the bed.
*****
Lickety Split sat alone in Sugar Cube Corner, staring at his ice-cream. He was on his fourth bowl now, and the sun had set a few minutes ago while he finished his third. If that wasn’t enough to make Lickety remember that he should be getting home, the complete emptiness Sugar Cube Corner drove the point home. He had no doubt Mr. Cake was only keeping the store open for the sake of his number one customer at this point.
It looked like all the ice-cream in Ponyville wouldn’t be enough to take his mind off his problem though. In fact, this particular batch just brought the crush back to mind. “Caramel,” he mumbled after swallowing a spoonful, “I should’ve been more specific when I ordered.” His mind was back firmly on the stallion of his dreams and on the million reasons he couldn’t talk to him.
With a sigh Lickety lowered his spoon and glanced out the window. Not many ponies were still out at this point and watching the empty streets wasn’t likely to take his mind off of things, but he figured it was at least worth a try. To his surprise, this effort actually met with some success when somebody he hadn’t been expecting walked into view in a very peculiar way. It was a dragon on all fours, apparently having gone through a bit of a growth spurt since Lickety had last seen him, and walking straight towards Sugar Cube Corner with narrow eyes and a steady gaze.
“Spike?” Lickety lifted an eyebrow and turned to face the door as his friend entered. Spike didn’t notice him at first. He just stopped to look around, disappointed by the empty space behind the counter. He only noticed Lickety after another question. “What are you doing here this late?”
“Just… uh,” Spike paused as the determined look on his face fled and was replaced by a nervous blush, “Looking for somepony.”
“Pinkie Pie left with Twilight a while ago,” Lickety said, turning back to his ice-cream and taking another bite. He managed to miss Spike’s blush growing in intensity as he looked outside for Twilight. “Nopony here but me and Mr. Cake right now.”
After turning his gaze back to the counter to look for Mr. Cake again, Spike took a seat at the table, opposite Lickety Split. He only took his eyes off of the counter for a moment, as he sat down, to take a look at Lickety. His presence made Spike reconsider what he was doing here when he entered. However, doubts left his mind when he saw his friend absentmindedly lick the ice-cream from his spoon. When he saw that, he chose to adjust his plan instead. “I was actually looking for Mr. Cake,” he said. Spike smiled and set his arms on the table, one hand clutching the magazine he’d taken from home. His blush faded for the most part, and his eyes narrowed once more.
It took a moment for Lickety to come back to reality. After another bite of caramel his mind had wandered to the stallion of his dreams. Those thoughts had inadvertently become lustful, and as a result he was rather jarred when he finally noticed Spike had sat down across from him. “Oh! Uh… okay,” he said, hastily putting the spoon back into his bowl. He tried to smile after that, but all he managed to do was stretch his mouth wide and blush. Unnerved by Spike’s unflinching gaze, he couldn’t even manage to keep on that forced smile for more than a few moments. He latched onto the first thing he could find to shift the subject away from what he’d just been doing. “Got the newest ‘Power Ponies,’ huh?” he said, nodding to the magazine in Spike’s claw.
A real smile came to Lickety’s face when Spike’s gaze actually faltered. The dragon blinked once, and his smile flattened a moment after. Then he glanced at the magazine. At once his confusion was gone, though some of the embarrassment from earlier returned, reddening his cheeks. The magazine was still rolled up in his claw, and at the moment only part of a building and the “P” of the title could be made out.
Spike decided to remedy that problem in the simplest way possible. He unrolled the magazine onto the table and flipped it open, right to the page where “Mr. Pastry” sat on display. “Actually,” Spike said as he ran a hand across the pages, flattening them out, “I found this a while ago. It’s way more interesting.”
The silence that followed left Spike a touch nervous. Lickety’s face was blank as he stared at the magazine, stunned. After a few seconds though, his eyes darted back to Spike. Then they went right back to the picture, and one of his hooves rested on it along with them. “S-Spike,” he mumbled as he stared straight at Mr. Cake’s blushing face on the page, “Is this really..?”
Unfortunately for him, Spike could not actually make out Lickety’s question. So, rather than answer him, Spike decided to get a sense of how Lickety was reacting in a more intimate way.
Lickety himself was surprised by how aroused he was, only noticing it when Spike started to rub a foot against his crotch. After snapping back to reality he reflexively slapped his friend away and covered his embarrassment. At the same time he shut his eyes and did his best to not think too much about what he’d just seen. It didn’t do him much good, however. Behind his hooves he was already painfully hard.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Spike said, pausing to lick his lips. As far as he was concerned, Lickety’s erection was all the justification he needed to keep going. “There’s more too. Take a look.”
It was at about that point that Lickety chose to stop resisting. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes to see Spike sliding the magazine a little closer to him. Then, after a nervous glance up at his friend, Lickety reached out and pulled the porn closer himself. After that all he had to do was turn the page to see the most explicit sex he’d ever seen before. “W-wow…”
With Lickety now absorbed in the magazine, Spike decided it was worth it to try moving in again. This time, however, he opted for a somewhat riskier approach. He made his way under the table and was pleased to see that his prey had let his guard down completely. Spike was able to see and approach Lickety’s impressive stallionhood with no obstacle. Once there, he paused to take in the scent of his prize, resting his snout between Lickety’s particularly sizeable balls.
After a bit of fidgeting in response to the cold feeling on his sack, Lickety glanced down to see Spike vigorously sniffing him. Suddenly realizing not only what was happening but also where, Lickety pulled himself away from Spike and scooted quickly to the opposite end of the table. Then he covered himself again. “S-Spike!” he whispered harshly, “Mr. Cake’s still here!”
Incredibly annoyed, Spike pulled himself up to a seat and glared at his prize. Lickety immediately backed down at the sight. Spike’s eyes were frighteningly focused, and almost entirely green. “Don’t you think he’d like to join us?” Spike asked as he placed a claw on the magazine.
“Join you for what, boys?” Lickety’s eyes widened and he pulled the magazine out of Spike’s grasp the moment he heard Mr. Cake. By the time that the shop-owner had actually rounded the corner, the magazine was also flung safely under the table. After that was taken care of, Lickety turned to try and smile at Mr. Cake, but he managed to catch an intensifying glare from Spike out of the corner of his eye.
In the end, he was too frightened by that glare to speak, so he just watched Mr. Cake approach. Thankfully though, that glare disappeared quickly when the older stallion actually arrived at their table, a smile on his face and a bowl of chocolate ice-cream with aquamarine chips in his hooves. Spike was the first to greet him by turning and saying a simple, “Hi, Mr. Cake.”
“I thought I heard you out here, Spike,” Mr. Cake responded as he set the bowl down in front of the dragon, “Here! On the house! I can hardly let you just watch your friend eat.”
“Th-thanks, Mr. Cake.” Lickety turned his whole body to face the window, unable to look at the older stallion and even less wanting to be seen. He was blushing intently, and seeing the stallion he’d just seen in the magazine wasn’t helping anything. To make things even more uncomfortable, pressing his hooves together to hide his erection was only making it feel even harder.
Spike took full advantage of his friend’s distraction. With the magazine now free of any competent guard, he was able to slide it to him with a simple movement of his foot. At the same time Mr. Cake took a seat at the table. “So what were you boys talking about out here anyway?” he asked, his eyes shifting nervously from Spike to Lickety and lingering on Lickety. “I thought I heard something about a comic book?”
“I actually have it right here,” Spike said as he pulled the magazine out and set it on the counter. For the moment, he kept it rolled in his claw. “Lickety was really impressed by it.” The way he spoke was hardly subtle, and Mr. Cake did pick up on something suspicious. He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the magazine as Spike unfurled it.
However, Mr. Cake didn’t get a chance to look at the magazine that particular moment. Instead he was momentarily blown away by a more surprising sight when Lickety Split leaped onto the table and slammed his hooves down on the magazine. With his body fully extended, the young stallion’s erection was on full display.
All eyes were on Lickety after that, even after he realized what he’d done and hastily returned to sitting down. Mr. Cake wore a wide-eyed look of confusion, while Spike smiled at his friend greedily with narrowed eyes. Lickety himself was staring straight downwards at his now completely unhidden cock. An awkward silence lasted as long as all eyes stayed on him.
Mr. Cake eventually pulling himself to a stand managed to put an end to both the silence and the stares. He closed his eyes and tried to smile, and both Spike and Lickety turned to look at him in reaction to the motion. “Well I’ll just leave you two to finish you’re ice-cream,” he said, hoping to simply brush off the moment as a young couple getting a little too frisky in his shop. However, something he couldn’t put his hoof on convinced him to turn back as he was leaving and take a look at the alleged comic book that Spike had been trying to show him. When he saw what it displayed he paused with a nearly silent, “Uh oh…”
Too aroused to ignore his desire, Lickety simply stared at the older stallion’s rear. The apron tied around Mr. Cake’s waist did nothing to hide his ass or his balls, and the fact that he had rather suddenly stopped in place gave Lickety a perfect view. Now that he had been completely exposed, Lickety seriously considered clopping to the sight, but a small remainder of self-control managed to keep him limited to merely rubbing a foreleg against his cock as he awkwardly tried to conceal it again.
Spike of course had no desire to control his lust at this point. He also wasn’t going to be satisfied with simply jerking off again. With his prey now finally in sight and vulnerable, he chose to strike. He did so by getting on to all fours and circling around Mr. Cake, giving both him and Lickety Split a nice view of his fully erect draconic shaft. He paused with it dangling in front of Mr. Cake’s snout, while he stood with his face to his prey’s flank.
It was at that point that Lickety surrendered what was left of his self-control. After sucking in an uneven breath, he began to slowly stroke himself as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
“E-excuse me, boys, but I should-Ah!“ Mr. Cake started to complain and made to move around Spike. However, before he could do more than lift a single hoof he stopped with a gasp. Spike was pushing his apron roughly against his stomach, revealing the shape of a hardening cock underneath it. “I-I think I should remind you that I’m married,” he sputtered out quickly, closing his eyes and blushing.
Without choosing to even acknowledge what he thought was an unimportant fact, Spike pressed forward. One claw moved to Mr. Cake’s backside and began squeezing a cheek. Mr. Cake had no more objections save to flinch away from Spike’s shaft. Meanwhile, his own stallionhood continued to harden, and before long it was beginning to leave a noticeable wet spot on the apron underneath it.
Once he was sure there would be no resistance, Spike let go of Mr. Cake and circled around him once more. Surprised by the sudden lack of stimulation, Mr. Cake opened his eyes, and found himself suddenly face-to-face with the dragon. Then, Spike went in for a kiss.
His lips made contact with his prey for only a second before Mr. Cake backed away. However, he soon realized there was nowhere to back away to after his rear made contact with Lickety Split’s face. The surprised colt let out a shout and fell backwards against the window behind him, while Mr. Cake reflexively glanced back in concern before turning around completely.
Though he was now face-to-ass with his prey, Spike chose not to change his plan. He merely accepted his new target. It took him less than a second to pull his body into a seat behind Mr. Cake, and after that he dived right in; placing his lips against Mr. Cake’s testicles and sucking.
Mr. Cake lifted his tail and spread his legs. He also bit his lip and closed his eyes, but just for a moment. He opened them right back up when he heard his favorite customer speak to him in a curiously familiar tone. “Uh… Mr. Cake,” Lickety said as he nervously looked down at the older stallion. His legs were spread, showing his slightly wet cock and balls in all their glory. He spoke just like he did when he ran out of money for ice-cream. “W-would you..?”
To both Lickety’s surprise and his own, Mr. Cake moved in without pause after hearing the request. He started with one long drag of his tongue across the length from base to tip. Then he wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the head of Lickety’s cock. It was amazing how quickly the memories came back to him, and along with those memories came a familiar desire. It had been far too long since he’d done anything like this.
Spike spurred his prey on further by reminding him of another forgotten feeling. One hand moved to wrap around Mr. Cake’s cock, pushing it roughly against the fabric of his apron once again. The other moved to a spot just above the dragon’s head, and a single long claw inched its way into his prey’s ass. All the while Spike continued to suckle on Mr. Cake’s orbs one at a time.
There was little doubt in Mr. Cake’s mind that he wouldn’t last long. The siege of feelings was nostalgic and overwhelming. He put up no resistance, thrusting back and forth along the hand underneath him and begging for the dragon to get him to cum. Were it not for another tragically short fuse, he probably would have gotten his wish.
It took no time at all for the inexperienced Lickety to close in on his peak. When the young stallion started to shout and thrust his hips Mr. Cake tried to get some more time by moving to only suckle on the tip of his cock. By then, however, it was far too late. The shouting died down suddenly and was replaced by a stifled grunt as Lickety Split slammed his hooves onto the back of Mr. Cake’s head and pushed his cock as far down the elder stallion’s throat as he could. Spike paused in surprise, and stopped working on Mr. Cake altogether once he realized what was going on.
Much to Mr. Cake’s chagrin, Spike pulled both hands away and crawled to a position where his face was right next to the scene. To make things even worse, he couldn’t actually breathe with Lickety pounding his throat with complete abandon.
However, all was forgiven when Lickety actually came. With a whimper of, “Carrot,” the young stallion loosened his grip and let loose with his load. The warmth running down his throat was wonderfully familiar, but not enough to prevent Mr. Cake from pulling back out of a need for air. He did pull away slowly though, allowing Lickety to finish all but one spurt of semen before pulling away completely and sitting down to breathe. That last burst hit him squarely on the nose.
While both of his stallions were left panting, Spike wasted no time in moving in for another strike. This time he wrapped his tail around Mr. Cake as he went in for the kiss. There was no pulling away this time, but the dragon was only able to get a closed-mouth kiss from his prey. He wasn’t left unsatisfied though, as a few playful flicks of the tongue across Mr. Cake’s face provided him with the taste he craved. Plus, there was something curiously pleasant about hearing the stallion swallow.
Behind the dragon Lickety Split recovered quickly and slid himself to Spike’s side. The way in which Spike was clearly licking Mr. Cake in spite of the stallion’s reluctance amazed him without a doubt. However, at the moment he was still aroused and looking for something he could do apart from just watch. Simply by lowering his head, he found what he was looking for.
Spike’s cock was pushing roughly against Mr. Cake’s still covered length. The fabric of the apron around both tips was now nicely darkened by the pre dripping from the members. The only thought in Lickety’s mind as he stared at them was the question which he should reach out for. That was answered in no time at all through a simple choice of practicality.
Lickety reached out gingerly with one hoof at first. When he made contact with his friend’s member and ran the hoof along it he could feel both it and Mr. Cake’s shaft throb under his touch. Somewhat unnerved by the feeling, he paused at the base of Spike’s cock and glanced upward. The dragon smiled down at him, while the older stallion simply continued to cringe.
A claw on the back of his head roughly encouraged Lickety forward again. His mouth opened in a gasp as he felt the force push him towards Spike’s cock, and in a moment his lips were pressed against the draconic shaft alongside his hoof. The taste of it and the wet feeling on his snout was immediately intoxicating, and Lickety began to lick and rub his face against the member with no further prompting.
Spike had pulled away from Mr. Cake in the same motion that he’d used to pull Lickety to him. His tail was kept wrapped around the stallion, and a hand gripped his shoulder in order to make sure he didn’t move. Of course, Mr. Cake did not plan to move any time soon. He didn’t have any plan at all for that matter. As he stared down at Lickety Split enjoying Spike’s cock so thoroughly, he couldn’t manage to pull any thoughts together at all.
Mr. Cake finally did gather one thought when Lickety took a breath, pulling away from Spike for just a moment and rubbing his head against Mr. Cake in the process. That thought reminded him instantly of where he was and what he was, and for that matter wasn’t, doing. Now separated from the direct stimulation his arousal became all the more clear to him, and he decided to take care of it himself. After undoing the tie of his apron, Mr. Cake slid a hoof under the cloth and started clopping in time with Lickety’s energetic and unfocused licking.
Once more Lickety pulled away from Spike. This time though his pause ended with, in his mind, a more climactic movement. The young stallion closed his eyes, took a nice deep breath, and slammed his head down on Spike’s shaft. Spike let out a gasp, and Mr. Cake echoed the sound as he reflexively pushed his own shaft against his belly. Still hungry for his new prey, Spike noticed the moment of weakness and moved in for one final kiss.
This time there was no resisting. Mr. Cake let out another gasp in response to the kiss, but he didn’t fight anymore. He simply let Spike push his lengthy, snakelike tongue into his mouth. Much as he didn’t want to admit it, he loved the feeling. The way it wrapped around his tongue and snaked through his mouth was completely different from anything his wife or any of his other previous lovers had ever done.
Spike followed up the kiss by pulling his claw away from Lickety and reaching under Mr. Cake’s now loose apron. The stallion’s hoof moved aside and hovered while Spike took firm grip of his shaft and gave it a tug. Lickety immediately noticed the pressure on his head lighten and lifted himself off of Spike in order to see what was going on. He was soon drawn to Mr. Cake’s crotch when the fluttering of the apron showed a glimpse of the stallionhood behind it.
With one hoof still rubbing Spike’s shaft, Lickety pushed the apron aside and moved his head under it. The shaft was mostly covered by a claw at the moment he entered, so Lickety moved in to suckle on the balls. He shut his eyes and pulled back after just one suck in order to smell Mr. Cake. He had an amazing scent, a combination of sweat and flour. Lickety did not linger to simply sniff the balls for very long though. After only a second, the same claw from before grabbed his mane and pulled him upward, rubbing his snout against Mr. Cake’s shaft. He didn’t resist the pull and soon was moving his tongue sloppily around the cock in front of him.
Mr. Cake didn’t last much longer after Lickety began. Much to his disappointment, the younger stallion had wrapped his tongue around the base of the shaft at the time. Mr. Cake’s jerking hips prevented him from getting to the tip, and most of the cum wound up in his mane. The final of four bursts hit his face just before he managed to wrap his lips around the head of the cock and start sucking up the leftovers.
Another tug on his mane pulled Lickety off of Mr. Cake only a second later. The apron fell and cut the string of semen connecting him and the cock, and he soon found himself back next to Spike’s groin with the dragon’s cock rubbing roughly against his cheek. Tempted as he was to go back to sucking the dragon off, at the moment he was more annoyed by the rough removal. So, he set aside his lust for just a moment in order to shoot a glare up at Spike.
In that moment Spike pulled away from Mr. Cake, leaving the stallion panting as he did. The dragon’s tongue slithered back into his mouth a second after he pulled away, and while it did, Spike turned to smile at the young stallion next to his crotch. The smile immediately overpowered Lickety’s glare, leaving him staring blankly up at Spike. The eyes were the same ones he’d been glaring at Lickety with not so long ago, and Lickety felt that he simply couldn’t disobey their gaze. Another tug on his mane got him licking Spike’s cock once again. He only started sucking after the eyes were no longer locked with his.
Spike turned his gaze on Mr. Cake next. He didn’t get nearly as powerful a reaction, but only because the older stallion was already completely compliant. A simple movement of Spike’s hand to his neck was all Mr. Cake needed before he started leaning down. To Spike’s annoyance, it took much more to get Lickety to listen. Each pull on the young stallion’s mane only spurred him to continue sucking harder and harder on Spike’s shaft. After the third tug, Lickety started deep-throating him once again, though now he was sucking more zealously than before.
A tightening of his grip signaled to both of his stallions that Spike was rapidly approaching his climax. The dragon let out a roar mere seconds later, and Lickety was pleased, in spite of the fear that roar inspired, to feel a spurt of cum shoot down his throat. Spike pulled Lickety forcibly off of him immediately while he continued to cum, however, denying the young stallion more than that single burst. The rest sprayed onto his and Mr. Cake’s faces as Spike roared above them.
The roar petered out as the fourth shot of Spike’s orgasm ended. Two more spurts followed as that roar turned into a sigh, and Lickety caught what he could dribbling down the dragon’s cock after that. Spike laid down on top of him after that. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around Lickety Split.
Above them, Mr. Cake ran a hoof across his forehead and stared at it for a moment, still processing what he’d just done, along with how much more he wanted to do. He stopped himself short of thinking too much by talking. “I’ll go cleanup in the kitchen,” he said, speaking cheerfully as if he was simply going to clean a few dirty dishes, “You two can use the bath upstairs.” He then made to move, but was stopped when Spike’s tail pulled him closer. Unable to keep his footing after trying to stand, he fell on top of Lickety. Spike had moved away for just a moment, and wrapped Mr. Cake in his arms the moment he landed.
“You should clean up with us,” Spike said, staring lustfully at his stallions.
