This story takes little consideration for Spike's well-being. He doesn't share Pinkie’s feelings, but is willing to go along with her idea of a good time in an effort to cheer her up. Things escalate into sexual activities he doesn’t enjoy at all.
Do not read ahead if you do not want to see poorer treatment of the little guy.
I do not want the comments section being turned into a debate about rape.
Spike chomped away at the last emerald remaining in the bowl. Tasty gems managed to take his mind off of most things in life, a full bowl of them even more so. He wasn't sure how long he'd been eating the things, but he was sure to finish them all before giving his environment any attention again.
Even the moping pink pony in front of him didn't catch his attention until he swallowed down the last fragments of that green delicacy. Spike had nearly forgotten what this little interview had been about. He remembered confessing to some things he wasn't particularly proud of, and that she was insistent about whatever concerned her. Why was she so interested in knowing he flexed in front of a mirror when no one watched? That couldn't have been it, perhaps something else he said offended her.
His stomach gurgled appreciatively at a meal that Twilight would likely scold him for, then Spike gave Pinkie Pie a once over.
She seemed... off.
Her mane deflated into lengthy strands sagging down like the attitude radiating off of her, and it looked like her normally vibrant pink fur had gone through one too many white washes to get to its darkened state. The dragon cocked his head as the pony stared at the ground. Her eyes welled up with tears and her ears curled down. He frowned worriedly and spoke up, "Hey, Pinkie? You alright?"
She closed her eyes, two streaks falling down her cheeks as she shook her head. "Why does it feel so wrong to be right, Spike?"
He scratched the back of his head and hopped off the chair. "What? What happened?" Now he felt a little bad about not having paid more attention while digging into his gems. He mentally scolded himself, for those stupid things tended to get in the way of what he cared most about.
"Everything happened. The Pinkie you once knew is no more, I'm afraid..." He approached her with a bit of caution, for she easily towered over the small dragon. He reached out a claw to pat her back, not entirely certain what she was sad about, but still letting her know someone was there for her. She simply slumped down further, looking about ready to fall flat on her face. More streams ran down her face. His hand retreated at her action, unsure if he should just leave the comparatively larger pony be.
Spike decided to move forward, arms wide, and hug the disheveled pony as best he could, his arms not quite managing to get around her waist. The mare was easily three heads taller than him, even when sitting down.
Warmth spread throughout her body from the gesture, stopping the leaky faucets that made up her eyes, and she redirected her gaze to Spike. Spike clung onto her dearly, looking up at her with a warm smile and assuring her, "It'll be alright, Pinkie."
His assurance was enough to bring her iconic smile out for the world once more. It was then that an idea of the millennium came to her. Surely Spike liked her enough if he was showing this sort of affection. This was the perfect opportunity to redeem herself: A party for her only true friend!
The dragon’s hands were a little close to brushing up on her soft spots, and Pinkie felt a stir in her crotch when she noticed. Perhaps Spike liked her even more than he let on. She concealed a gasp when he nuzzled her for good measure, making something rather excited to come out and play. This made her face beam with an even better idea. Given the way his claw tapped against the peeking head of her member, his desires could not have been more clear. Pinkie was more than willing to make it that kind of party.
Spike's hand suddenly recoiled at the squishy thing his claw touched. "S-sorry, Pinkie." He backed away from her, embarrassed that he brushed over what he thought was the pony's cooch. He cocked his head when noting the ridiculous amount of fluid on his palm. It was sticky, clear, quite warm, and it let off a rather strong musk now that he had it closer to his face for examination. Where did all of this come from?
"I'm glad you're still a good friend Spike," the pony said and gave him a bashful smile. She got to her hooves as he continued examining the sticky stuff on his claw. The scent emanating off of the liquid seemed to get thicker as it filled up the whole room. He followed the musky aroma until it led him to the smiling pink pony in front of him, and then lower.
He grew confused as he spotted what he thought was Pinkie's leg. Ponies didn't have five legs though... and mares didn’t usually have a pair of testicles, each the size of grapefruits. The thing throbbed up, gaining length and thickness with each heartbeat. Despite its currently impressive size, it didn’t appear to be fully erect, for the flat head continued inching towards the floor. The tool leaked even more of the sticky stuff into a rapidly expanding puddle on the floor; the heady scent growing stronger and clouding Spike’s head more with each breath he took.
Spike gasped as it throbbed up once and a rather large streak of precum burst out to add to the pool. “W-what? Pinkie, why do you have that?”
She giggled before replying, “I’ve always had this, Spike. Don’t pretend like you never noticed it, especially not with how frisky you were getting.” She rocked her hips left and right to make her huge balls and equally oversized shaft bounce around. “It’s not exactly easy to hide, y’know. So I never took that great a measure to cover up. I’m pretty sure everypony in Ponyville knows what I’m packing down there.” He did wonder how he hadn’t noticed such a behemoth of pink flesh or at least those enormous spheres housing her potent sperm until now. Perhaps he just never thought about her in that way… at least not enough to look there frequently.
She swung her massive pole back and forth in a dominant display, giving Spike a sly grin all the while. Her gooey pre flung about, muddying up the fur on her forehooves and making the puddle of pre beneath her spread even faster.
She continued swinging her rod harder and harder, her tool now regularly hitting her chest and sliding between her forelegs while Spike stared in confusion. He wasn’t staring for long as the ropes of her liquid flinging from her tool began to coat a large area of the floor, shooting out with more force and some managing to coat Spike.
“P-Pinkie. Pin-kleh,” he gagged as a large glob of the stuff landed all over his face and into his open mouth. Spike’s muzzle scrunched up at the overbearing taste of her pre. It was salty, bitter, and made his eyes water from the musky scent of the rest plastered to his face. He quickly turned to the side and tried to spit it all out, pooling up with the rest on the floor. After removing as much as he could from his mouth, the dragon scraped the gunk off of his face. Much to his discomfort, the taste lingered. Now able to open his eyes, he turned back to face Pinkie who had stopped her masturbatory session when she noticed Spike coughing out her essence.
“Hehe, sorry, Spikey. Guess I got carried away,” she giggled. “Well, instead of just sitting around, wanna lend a girl a hand?” she asked playfully, thrusting her hips towards him. Spike was a bit offput, and scared, but decided to do as she wished. Leaving now would likely make her more upset than before, and he still felt terrible for not having paid attention when she could’ve used help earlier.
Her party cannon, now at full mast, pointed aggressively in his direction and looked as hard as steel with its prominent veins. The dragon twiddled his thumbs, nervously looking up to Pinkie. “Uh, what’d you have in mind?”
“Well, seeing how grabby you were earlier, how would you like a better feel?” she said with another small thrust.
He swallowed silently, unable to work up the courage to tell her it was merely an accident. He nodded and drew closer to her. Delighted by what she perceived as enthusiasm, she smacked her member against her chest with greater force than before. It launched out another gooey rope of pre, only for the large stream to splatter against the floor and coat his small legs. He shrugged off and accepted what was now a minor addition to his already covered scales.
As he neared her undercarriage to get a better view of her member, waves of heat from the pillar of flesh made the area below her uncomfortably warm. He powered through the overbearing musk and marched onward in hopes of lightening her mood. Marching under there was very achievable too since her barrel managed to hover over the green scales atop his head.
Her cock throbbed with each beat of her heart, almost resting on top of Spike’s head every time it went down. It didn’t take long for him to be staring the heavy pole in its thick head, watching it ooze out its heady lubricant. Gulping, he reached out to her bouncing member. His claw latched onto the shaft just above the thick medial ring, the thing managing to pump itself up even harder from his touch. It felt like a rock in his hands.
He began rubbing her shaft awkwardly, a large, hot dollop of precum oozed onto the dragon’s tail. Taking almost the full amount of the sticky liquid, he was surprised at just how heavy the sappy stuff was. Spike quickly shook off what he could and continued in his attempts to bring the large mare to fruition, making sure to make her length shine in her own pre. Anything to make her happy once again, even if it meant... this.
“Why this of all things though?” he wondered, picking up with his stroking. She surprised him again when thrusting forward against his scaly body, the precum slickened cock sliding through his grip with relative ease. It coaxed out another huge spurt of the transparent fluid, the thick stuff loudly splat against the floor to pool up with the rest. He couldn’t help but stare at the fat, pulsing orbs in front of his face. Pungent was an understatement as the potent scent nearly made him gag and cover his mouth with a claw.
She pulled back quickly to let his scaly appendages caress her stiff member. Her cock pulsed again at the pleasant sensations and lifted itself up with some ungodly strength, pulling Spike’s arms up with it and trapping his hands between her furry stomach and cock flesh. With another massive wad of pre escaping her length, the thing went back down and released the dragon’s claws. He kept them planted firmly on her huge rod, determined to make her cum.
Less surprising to the drake this time, she thrust forward again and rammed her cock through his stationary hands, now absolutely drenched in precum. She pulled back faster this time, only to push and quickly build up a pace for herself. Each thrust resulted in another huge rope of fluid.
Hearing a blissful sigh, he looked up, only to see a furry, pink, precum covered mess of a belly. “S-Spike, you’re so good at this. Please g-go harder!” she moaned.
Spike raised a brow. Did she really not know he’d been merely standing there with his hands in place? She answered his question by lunging her hips even faster, her balls swinging closer and closer to him.
Increasing her pace made her pant heavily. Spike couldn’t do much besides watch the huge orbs nearly hitting his face. They were tensing up, failing to swing as freely. Before he could question it, he felt her cock widen immensely on a back stroke when he was certain she pulled back until only the head remained in his grasp.
Pinkie let out a pleasured cry and shoved her hips forward with renewed vigor. Her hind legs pushed Spike, and he clung on to the hardened slab of meat reflexively. He gasped as her flared cock rose up once more and beat against her chest. Spike fortunately moved his hands under her shaft to prevent it from pinning them against her once more. Quickly, he grabbed at her thing again, unwittingly grasping at her most sensitive parts beneath her flare making her next thrust almost unbearably pleasurable.
“O-oh, Spikey!” she moaned, thrusting as hard as she could and rammed herself into him with all her might, knocking the dragon forward with her final stroke.
Spike’s eyes widened from the push, making him stumble back. He nearly regained his balance before all hopes of such washed away.
Quite literally.
Spike fell back as a veritable geyser of white splashed onto and over his little body, now stuck to the floor. The dragon was taken by surprise, his instinctive attempt to yell when losing his balance merely earned him a mouthful of the thick, white cream. He felt an immense weight and heat as the thick stuff caked up his front and pooled up rapidly around him. Seconds later, Spike noticed that most of the weight was gone and attempted to rise to his feet again...
Only for another huge rope of that scalding hot gunk to paint his body white. He stepped back from the onslaught of cum, only to slip on the massive puddle of the stuff beneath him and land on his back. He was happy that the pool broke his fall, but now he flailed about on the floor to shield himself as several more streaks of ejaculate rained upon him.
He managed to overhear the pony let out a hearty moan, which explained the doubled up weight of spunk coating his stomach and arms. He rolled over to the side and quickly tried getting up once more, however his hands merely slipped along the floor and he fell face first into the heady gunk. He only felt two more lengthy ropes coat his back. He opted for merely keeping his head above the puddle of cum instead of trying to stand up.
With a final sigh, Pinkie’s huge shaft stopped throbbing up against her chest and spewing out cum. She opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. A pond of white covering her hooves and much of the floor in front of her. Several huge lines of white stuck to the wall and gradually sunk down the surface. The most important thing she spotted, however, was a cum covered dragon rump shaking about on the ground, begging for a good mounting! She giggled as her phallus softened and retreated back into her sheath. Pinkie figured it wouldn’t be in there for long if Spike was this willing to go all the way with her.
Spike wiped more of the white gunk off of his face while prone, nearly gagging on the taste that lingered. Pinkie cooed as his tail swished left and right, “Oh, we’ll get to that stuff, you little charmer you. I think we should warm up just a bit more before that.”
The little dragon failed to register any of what she said since he was still dazed from the copious amounts of cream covering him. He gasped when a large hoof pulled him out of the musky gunk, but he was too tired to struggle. Pinkie set the dragon so his stomach rested on her back while his arms and legs dangled over her barrel. She skipped merrily over to the chair he stood on only a few minutes ago when preoccupied with his gems.
His heart skipped a beat when she bucked up and flung him over her head. He flailed in the air, just to land comfortably on the seat of the chair, also on his back and looking at Pinkie upside down. Perhaps she was willing to let him get some rest now. From this position, he could see under her chest and was relieved to find her huge tool sheathed.
She gave him a lustful look, her eyes staring blankly in. He let out a grunt when she rubbed her muzzle sensually against his neck and shivered when she let out a breath.
Not wanting this to escalate much further, as she seemed intent on going another round, he decided to try and let her down easy. “H-hey, Pinkie? That… this was a lot of... fun, I gotta say, but I-”. Her face beamed as she swept him up into a kiss, taking the little dragon by surprise. She shocked him yet again when she pried her huge tongue into his mouth. He fought the urge to gag as the lengthy thing coiled around his own ribbon-like muscle, for her mouth was sickeningly sweet.
Almost as soon as her tongue filled his mouth, it retreated and lapped around his face to sponge up the cum, her muzzle still pressed against his. She pulled her head back, letting Spike take notice of her puffed out cheeks. Pinkie leaned in and pressed their mouths together once more, and before he could react, a warm flood of cum washed over his taste buds. The overbearing salty taste and muck-like texture made him try to sputter it back into Pinkie’s maw.
Pinkie took this as a sign he was getting into the act, and pushed the mouthful of cum back with greater force. Spike choked on it, swallowing reluctantly, for it didn’t seem like Pinkie would let him breathe until he complied. Three large gulps later, none of the thick cum remained, though a strong urge to throw it all up replaced the strong flavor.
Pinkie pulled back and drank down an equal amount in a single swallow, an easy task for a pony her size. Spike, however, gasped for dear life, panting heavily to get some much needed air. She looked down at the dragon and smiled at his expression. The slow, heavy breaths a symbol of his beating heart, his half closed eyes glimmering and beckoning her forth.
Spike was exhausted, he never thought gargling cum would take so much out of him… though he never thought he would gargle cum to begin with. He panted to make up for lost air, and his eyelids felt like they were weighing themselves down to get him to sleep. He let one last drawn out sigh before shutting his eyes, happy he could at least see her smile again. Maybe he could figure out what really got her down after his nap.
Two weights suddenly clicked against the chair, making the wooden thing creak and rouse Spike from his short-lived slumber. A droplet of sap-like fluid shattered any of Spike’s hopes for rest. The stuff oozed over his small legs and feet, falling off and onto the floor to quickly pool up. He weakly opened his eyes and saw it: that huge, steel-hard slab of flesh slapping against her chest and drooling out her sappy precum. It throbbed up once and Spike winced at the copious splash of clear stuff that soared past the chair and drenched his legs.
Spike’s jaw dropped as her hips wiggled back and her huge pole took aim. How could she still want more after just painting the room? Pinkie looked between her legs to try and line up with the sexy little thing’s throat. His agape mouth just excited her more; he was begging for this! Sensing no better opportunity, she thrust forward.
Spike’s mouth was spread open as enough of her length entered so that its head bulged against the middle of his throat. Her slick fluids gushed directly into his belly. Pinkie tossed her head back, pulled her hips back quickly, and pushed even harder, sinking in more of her pre-coated rod. The dragon’s eyes watered and his lungs burned as her thick cock stretched his throat. An agonizing few seconds later, she finally pulled out and gave Spike precious little time to get in some much needed air. Not quite enough time for a decent breath, however, as she plunged in as deep as before and pulled back to build rhythm.
The dragon’s maw now now ached as it was forced open further. He swore that even the veins stretched him open just that little bit more. Again she drew back, not long enough for him to suck in air this time before she plunged into his throat, her pace now set. Each stroke deeper than the last, Spike figured she must have neared his stomach by now.
Spike then took notice of her medial ring, the thick thing inching closer towards him with each thrust. The very thought of it entering his mouth frightened him. The dragon whimpered out even more, worried that such a large insertion would ensure his end. A sharp pain in his belly made him groan, enough pre gushed within him to begin bloating out his insides. The medial ring tapped against his snout, making his heart sink.
“Th-this is it, huh?” Spike wondered, unsure what he had done to earn such a cruel fate...
He shut his eyes tight and tensed up as the bulging ring stretched his jaw obscenely wide. Almost as soon as he feared the thick stick would pop his jaw out of place, it slid by, pressing harshly against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It took little effort on part of the huge pony to continue pushing it. Her continued forward thrust made it quickly delve into his throat causing another noticeable bulge in his already stretched pipe. Before he knew it, he had his snout on the pink fur at her base and her huge balls swinging right in front of his face. With no more left to give, Pinkie then pulled out to rut her mate as deeply as she could, the ring threatening to pop his pained jaw with every thrust.
Spike’s eyes watered and he gagged harder as her thick base stretched his throat more. His throat convulsions unintentionally stroked Pinkie’s pillar of flesh. “S-Spike, you’re amazing!” Pinkie exclaimed, for this dragon was way more experienced than she thought!
Spike was done, for he would suffocate if this continued. He reached up and barely managed to scratch the fur on her stomach. He struggled to move his arms downward where her ribs curved out, but ran into a similar problem. With little air and energy, he began flailing his appendages about, utterly failing any attempt to vocalize his discomfort, and didn’t take long for him to focus on the source of his breathing problem. He roughly slapped both of his claws against the thick slab of flesh, clawing and pushing at the large stick.
Spike wondered if comparing her cock to a bar of steel was more spot on than he first thought. His pointy digits failed to leave a mark on the hard flesh, let alone grab her attention. The dragon’s vision grew weary and his arms gave out on him, falling limply to his side. The pony’s erratic thrusts gave him no chance for a decent breath. Spike abandoned his goal to suck in precum laden oxygen and hoped to hold his breath until she finished again.
The hearty moan Pinkie let out gave Spike a shred of hope that this ordeal was almost over. Her bloated orbs snuggling up to her cock confirmed his assumption. Or perhaps not, for the head already stretching his throat expanded rapidly and ground down the pony’s pace; her excessive fluids were the only thing allowing her to thrust so freely in the first place. Already so close, Pinkie pulled back with more force and shoved her hips forward with all of her might.
Spike was once again staring at the pony’s massive balls as her entire rod nestled itself within him. He could feel her flare bulging out his stomach along with the copious amount of pre surrounding it. She pulled out only a quarter of her shaft before pounding it in him again and building up a quicker pace.
Pinkie let out a low, guttural moan as her heavy sack kept tapping against Spike’s face. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, sinking her meat in and out harder as she felt cum surging through her thick pole once again. Spike also felt it travel down the rod as it stretched his throat even more on the way down, beginning to fill his stomach. Her warm cum splashed against his innards like a hose and quickly fattened up his gut, the bulge of her large flare no longer visible when she thrust inside.
Spike was grateful that he wouldn’t have to taste her overbearing cum again, but holding his breath and filling up like a balloon wasn’t much of a trade-up. Pinkie full-bored her member and unloaded her second stream of cum. Her fat balls smothered Spike’s face, the pink-furred sack all but shrouding his vision. He felt them pulse and pulse as she launched several bucket’s worth of sperm inside of him.
Something nagged at Pinkie as she let loose everything she had: This was a small dragon she was dealing with, and she was a relatively large pony, easily six times his size! As skilled as she perceived him to be, the little thing probably wouldn’t be able to take all of her creamy treat, so she tugged her member back as it continued filling his belly with jet after jet of her hot load.
Tears streamed down Spike’s cheeks and he gripped the sides of the chair’s seat to try and will himself through this. He was surprised to feel the pony dragging her cock back, much further than she had during her short thrusts before. The large flare made an extremely noticeable bulge going back up his neck and it made him want to gag as it neared the beginning of his throat once more. He would smile if there wasn’t a massive cock in his gullet at the moment, for Pinkie seemed somewhat aware of his predicament.
The pony gasped suddenly as a fifth rope of cum blasted out of her cock; her flare didn’t seem to want to leave Spike’s tight throat. She pulled her hips back harder and only managed to pull Spike along with her cock, his head hanging off the edge of the seat and stuck on the meat impaling him. Spike felt light headed; he had been deprived of precious oxygen far too long. In a panic, he attempted to help her off with the rest of his faulting strength before finally collapsing.
Pinkie struggled against instinct as her orgasm-hazed mind tempted her to quit worrying. After all, the little guy was still moving. Surely he’d be alright if she just kept going. She brushed aside the temptations and came to her senses. She wouldn’t want to make him blow up now! Pinkie took her forehooves off the chair and started pushing against both sides of Spike’s waist while drawing her hips back.
Two more drawn out wads of sperm enticed her to continue filling him until she finished, but Pinkie managed to pull through… or out, in this case. His jaw almost stretched to near breaking as she removed her flare from his mouth. Spike heard a popping sound shoot through his head as he was finally relieved of her massive pole. Finally overcome by pain and exhaustion, Spike passed out.
The flare left his lips, only to continue blasting a firehose-like surge of warm cum which coated his face and streaked down his front side in a line while Pinkie fell back. She landed on her shapely rear, lingering on the same rope as her cock aimed upright. Thick streaks of cum rained down upon her, webbing up her hair, muddying up her fur, and pooling up on the floor. Her next blast was hard enough to hit the ceiling, splattering in every direction to rain upon the two. Pinkie spooged to her heart’s content and gave the room a second coating of her essence.
Despite being unconscious, the excess of Pinkie’s ejaculate in Spike’s beach ball sized stomach finally caught up with him and traveled back up his throat. The large mass of it surged up his throat and nostrils, quickly pooled up in his mouth, and started pouring out in a steady stream. The sappy stuff trickled down and glazed over his face, gradually flowing down on the floor to pool with the rest.
Pinkie let out a heavy sigh as a final rope soared out and overhead to make a thick streak on the wall already coated two times before. She shook her head to wade off her afterglow, quickly wiping the cum off of her face, and looking up to see Spike laying back in his chair.
She flashed a grin and trotted over, her cock deflating and tucking back in her sheath. She stared inquisitively at the cum flowing out of his mouth and the lack of response. Pinkie Pie giggled: her little lover just needed a nap! She knew the perfect place for him to rest while she got ready for their next round.
Pinkie hummed a happy tune while gently picking Spike up and resting him over her back. He lied on his inflated stomach while his arms and legs weakly dangled over her sides. Pinkie maneuvered to the stairs, oblivious to the cum leaving a trail behind them as it flowed out of her partner’s mouth and nose. She ascended, bouncing up the stairs as Spike spewed out more each time he fell back down onto Pinkie’s back after each jump.
It didn’t take long before Pinkie hopped through her bedroom door with her deflating dragon. She did a quick spin and bucked her hips up to fling Spike onto her bed. Semen flew out of his mouth and hung in the air before muddying up her bed spread. Upon landing, an excess amount of the thick gunk launched out of his gullet. Enough spewed out to actually glaze over Pinkie’s hair and her face before the rest splattered upon the floor.
As she licked off her homemade batter, she overheard Spike draw in a sudden breath. She popped up beside him, smiling widely and waiting for him to wake up and greet her so they could go another round. She was slightly disappointed when he merely turned his head to the side and began snoring. Pinkie sheepishly grinned when realizing she must’ve really worn the poor thing out.
She gasped as an idea came to her and wasn’t so down since Spike’s slumber would give her an opportunity to prepare her next plan. The pony bounced in place a couple of times before leaning in close to lick off the cum on his face. She then planted a light kiss on the dragon’s forehead and whispered, “I’ll be back, my little bundle of joy. Don’t you go anywhere or else you’re gonna miss the surprise.” Pinkie excitedly pecked at his cheek three times before bouncing away from the bed and exiting the room.
Spike drew in a sharp breath, tumbling under the covers and shaking himself awake. He groggily rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had some horrible nightmare where his well-endowed friend mouth raped him until he drowned in her cum.
Come to think of it: his bed felt unusually large for a small basket. He was pretty sure the covers weren’t supposed to be covered in anything sticky. He blushed and his snout scrunched up at the thought that he may have had a wet dream. He kept patting his hands in the thick goop and was pretty certain he never came this much before.
His eyes peeled open and widened when a blurb of pink fur surrounded his vision. He tried to speak, but the mare quickly pulled him into a sloppy kiss, her tongue flooding every nook of his small mouth. He moaned in distress, afraid of what his less depressed friend would do to him. Perhaps he could convince her to stop… whenever she decided to end the smooch, of course.
She kept trying to suck his face off while pressing her muzzle into his. He groaned as she shifted her weight upon him and he sunk into the mattress. Sweat formed over his head as he felt her enormous member snake its way between them. It further assisted in making a Spike-sized imprint on the bedding as it leaked precum on him. It hardened fully as he squirmed beneath it, her gooey pre now covering his neck and stomach.
Pinkie pulled her head back, letting her lengthy tongue connect them as she gradually retracted it. After a good five seconds of slurping the muscle back into her own mouth, Spike was left panting and looking at her worriedly. She never thought someone looked like they wanted it more, however.
“I was beginning to think you’d never wake up! Fortunately, your little nap gave me plenty of time to whip up a special treat!”
Spike felt like he would vomit just from the uttering of ‘special treat’, as if that could possibly mean anything other than choking on another few gallons of cum. The dragon feebly tried to lift himself up and tell her he was done, but his arms failed on him. Worse yet, his throat hurt and little more than a wisp of pitchy air came out. His heart sunk as he realized he’d be stuck in this compromising position.
He was confused when, instead of ramming her cock in his mouth again, she knelt to his side and scooped up a small tray he somehow didn’t notice before. It was as if she brought them into existence just then, for Spike now got a healthy whiff of the baked goods and felt the warmth emanating off the tray. It comforted him just a bit, thankful her otherwise depressed state hadn’t made her lose interest in baking such delicacies.
He licked his lips and lazily watched her pop out what appeared to be a cupcake. It looked like a generic vanilla with a dab of strawberry frosting, all wrapped in a light blue paper cup. She brought it up to his muzzle to let him get a better smell, smiling seductively and watching his tongue eagerly poke out to get a taste. “Open up, Spikey. I made it for you,” she said. Spike was willing to eat just about anything to get the salty taste of her cum out of his mouth, so he did open his mouth wide enough for her to push it in.
He smiled after taking a bite, hopeful that she understood she pushed it a bit too far earlier and would maybe give him a chance to spill his thoughts… or at least wait until his mouth wasn’t so sore. He finished the treat in a second bite, the delicious thing bulging out his cheeks as he chewed happily. He swallowed all the licked the crumbs off his lips, smiling all the while.
He finally felt able to relax, wanting to just melt into these cozy covers as his eyes fluttered. His limbs felt somewhat like jelly, but it failed to bother him anymore. The cupcake seemed to ease the pain in his throat ever so slightly. He dreamily looked up at the kind mare who gave him the treat, only to be mildly surprised when she wasn’t on the bed holding her tray of baked goods anymore.
He gasped when something clutched his waist and he was shocked to find an enormous figure beneath the bed spread. Pinkie popped her head up from under the covers and tossed the blanket off the bed, both of her hooves resting on Spike’s crotch. She flashed him a grin before half-lidding her eyes and nuzzling his somewhat filled stomach.
“That was only part of your treat,” She giggled and rolled off the bed suddenly. Spike felt too weak to give the scenario much thought anymore. In fact: he felt about ready to fall asleep again... if only he could thank Pinkie for the cupcake before doing so.
“Oh, you don’t need’a thank me for that, silly!” she chirped. “You’re my bestest buddy now, and bestest buddies get the best sweets I can bake.” She leaned in and bumped her snout against his, rubbing it affectionately. “You know what else bestest friends do?” she asked in a sing-song voice.
Spike merely shook his head ‘no’, hoping to convey he really wasn’t in the mood for sex… ever again. He swallowed silently and sweat formed on his head when her erect pole nested itself between them. She moved a hoof down to jerk her pulsing member, dripping pre on Spike’s face once more. “Just gotta get myself ready for the next part of your special treat.” His heart sunk, all of his previously discarded worries coming back three fold.
Pinkie grinned while leaning away from Spike, wiggling her supple bottom towards the ceiling. The dragon shuddered when her thick member plopped onto the mattress… and between his legs, muddying up the sheets and slickening up his tail. It throbbed up to expel a glob of pre and douse his taut hole, making him tense up. She let out a sigh as her cock poked his taint, she wanted to savor this moment. The head pressed gently against the dragon’s bum, slowly stretching his entrance as her sappy fluid seeped through his tailhole.
Spike whimpered, hoping this was some sort of nightmare or his now straight-maned friend would just pull away and say ‘gotcha’ already. Neither seemed to be the case as she slowly pushed forward, the thick head stretching his butt more. His efforts to clench it were futile as her natural lubricant let her lengthy pole slide forth.
He gasped as the entirety of her head slid in, painfully expanding flesh to limits he wasn’t even aware of. Never had the dragon put something in there before, so it made the journey a pretty slow and drawn out one for Pinkie. She kept just her tip buried inside Spike’s tail hole. Tears streamed down his face which went unnoticed by Pinkie as her chest shrouded Spike’s head. She pulled her member back just a tad, letting her soft fur rub against his cheek. It tugged his abused entrance back with her since the thick end was determined to remain inside its tight home.
Spike's heart skipped a beat when she slammed it in him with all of her might, tensing up as he felt it bulge out his gut. He fidgeted in place, hesitant to look down as the massive thing stretched him to the point of agony. He merely clutched his fists, grit his teeth, and bared it, concerned that looking down might send him into shock. He gasped when she pulled back quickly until only the head remained.
She thrust forth even harder than last time and Spike felt on the verge of blacking out. She had only gotten in half way before, and this jut forward sunk her medial ring in, stretching his legs apart in an unbearable fashion. His hemipenes had strutted out and stood up stiffly as a result of her cock all but crushing his prostate. Her excess precum allowed her to gradually slide the remaining base of her member, inch by excruciating inch…
Well, excruciating for Spike.
Pinkie Pie, on the other hand was having the time of her life, for her lover’s scaly butt gripped her member for dear life. She was overjoyed to feel the dragon’s cocks rubbing against her stomach. It motivated her to give Spike the best sex he ever had, as well as the worst sex compared to all of the sex they’d share in the future. She had some trouble just ramming it into him, but she was certain that gushing enough precum would have her really pounding that shiny rump and slicking her length along the entirety of his tail on the way out.
After another few seconds of applying hard pressure into Spike’s awaiting rear, her bloated balls gliding along and pressing harshly against his tail, She lodged the entirety of her shaft within him. She pushed her chest away from his to survey the- Pinkie blushed when noting that most of her cock was plainly visible since a good portion of it bulged out of the dragon’s stomach. She looked down at Spike with a grin, her eyes sparkling when seeing his tears of unadulterated bliss. The pony felt like she’d tear up herself, for she had found true love, in someone who could take her entire rod, no less!
The very thought had her grinning slyly. She pecked Spike on the cheek, then quickly pulled out of his abused bum until only her fat cock head remained inside. The sensation made her quiver as her lengthy rod throbbed up and expelled a sizable gush of precum. The action lifted Spike’s rump slightly off the bed, making him think that the unbearable pain was merely due to how her pole was potentially rearranging his innards, but was surprised when peeking down to see that her spurt of pre managed to bloat his gut. He felt a lump well up in his throat, fearing what her climax would do to him.
Spike grit his teeth suddenly as Pinkie slammed her hips back against his, stretching him past any limit he thought his scaly body could take. He couldn’t help but worry if her cock would just puncture his stomach or something else important within him. Pinkie seemed intent on letting him find out since she quickly pulled back and thrust forward. Yet, his cocks stood stiff as a result of her member continuously pressing against his prostate. He felt another gooey wad of pre expand his stomach as her shaft glided back out.
The pony soon built a pace with her hip movements, spraying precum inside of her little lover. It quickly got to a point where it overflowed back out and slickened up her heavy sack and his tail. Her balls slid along Spike’s rubbery appendage, greatly stimulating her as her massive shaft sawed in and out of his tight ass. Pinkie let out a moan and stopped her thrusting, only to rest her torso on top of Spike and nuzzle his neck lovingly. She gave him a particularly aggressive thrust and growled, “You’re the best lay I’ve ever had, Spike.”
Spike couldn’t quite hear her over the sound of his organs rearranging themselves and his skin stretching like latex around her enormous shaft. He felt on the verge of orgasm from how harshly that rod stretched out all of his butt, and her warm fur caressing his cocks all but beckoned him to release some tension. The sensation of pleasure along with such agonizing pain made him want to just pass out and forget this ever happened.
His bubbly violator wove her hooves around his back suddenly. The dragon gasped when she lifted him close to her chest and tumbled over on to her back. She continued necking with Spike and failed to see how much discomfort there was in his expression, let alone the tears rolling down his face. He grit his teeth as she continued her forceful cock battery, precum gushing in him and spurting back on out strokes. Pinkie picked up the pace with her pistoning, able to freely glide her large shaft in Spike’s butt, her equally large orbs bouncing up and smacking against his rear.
Spike felt an unwelcome stir in his crotch, the pressure against that dreaded spot beckoning his climax forth. He gasped as her head flared out, making him aware of how much she enjoyed this. He drew in a sharper breath when she pulled her flared head back and it pressed harshly against his prostate. Spike went cross eyed and barely had time to acknowledge the cum freely flowing out of him and painting several streaks along Pinkie’s midsection. The mare stopped pounding him relentlessly for a moment, even though she was a sinch away from cumming herself, and raised her bundle of scaly love to observe her stomach.
“I-I made you do all that?” Pinkie said, oddly astonished with his output. As if Spike didn’t have enough preventing him from speaking before, an afterglow nearly intense enough to put him asleep warranted him twice as speechless. His fluttering eyes peeled open wide when her flare expanded slightly more, stretching his abused ass to point he felt his legs spreading apart further just to accommodate the girth.
The next thing Spike knew, a flood of hot cum rushed up his innards and blew up his already inflated stomach. He groaned as her thick spunk stretched him further, his gut resembling that of a basketball. Spike felt every hard throb her flared head as she expelled impossibly sized ropes of cum in him. Her expanded tip prevented the stuff from jetting back out of his rear, and Spike feared he wouldn’t have much room left in his stomach for her excess load.
After the sixth or seventh shot, His stomach stopped expanding and he felt a hot liquid traveling up his throat. It wasn’t long before it flushed passed the sore thing and filled up his unwelcoming mouth. He reflexively closed it, only for his cheeks to puff out before letting the excess spunk to sputter out. The stream coming out of his mouth arced out and splattered against Pinkie’s chest before dying down and constantly pouring out of the sides of his mouth.
He tried to flail and make noise to get her attention, but his limbs stood stiff as she continued relentlessly pumping semen up his tight rear. The thick gunk kept pouring out of his mouth, rendering his efforts more futile than before. He wasn’t so worried about dying from her endeavors anymore so much as he was concerned they wouldn’t ever end… forever a slave for her perverted desires and unable to inform her how much he hated it.
Spike winced as she clutched his body closely to her once more. He was a bit relieved that cum stopped flowing up his throat in an endless supply, giving him the cue to cough what remained in his mouth out. He painfully swallowed down what was in his neck. Pinkie made Spike realize how bloated his stomach must have been since it was rubbing against hers and he still remained a few inches off of her body. If Spike were a female dragon, someone would say he looked ready to birth triplets… likely more since he would lay eggs and such.
Pinkie let out a heavy sigh like she had every other time she finished her climax, and Spike lay there, fearing what she would think up next. More tears streamed down his face as her shaft softened up along with her flare. She tugged out the floppy thing and let it slip back into her sheath before rubbing the poor dragon against herself. The pony licked some of the cum coating his face before gently setting him beside her massive form.
“And that isn’t even the best part,” Pinkie said, sending a shiver down Spike’s spine. He weakly looked over and spotted her holding her tray of cupcakes again. He felt about ready to throw up just at the sight of food and his stomach agreed by gurgling noisily. She merely giggled, “Oh, this one isn’t for you, don’t worry. Seeing what that last one did to you, I’d consider a diet.” She popped one of the treats out so that it spun it the air before falling into her awaiting maw. With some swift tongue action, she used her hooves to slide the paper cup out of her mouth, then chewed her baked good noisily.
It wasn’t long before she swallowed the sweet thing down and leaned back to a sitting position on the bed. She adjusted where she sat, eyeing Spike to position herself just right for the reveal. Pinkie could barely contain her excitement, for that cupcake had an effect beyond just tasting amazing. She grinned when feeling a stir in her crotch, happy that the changes would come sooner than later.
Spike just gawked at her groin. Her sheath was wiggling up and down as if it were throbbing, but her beastly cock wouldn’t poke out. He was surprised to see it growing forwards and expanding side to side. He didn’t get to examine it much more since Pinkie shrouded it behind her hoof and rubbed it. Suddenly, he made out the pink, throbbing tip as it pushed her hoof forwards. He gulped as it seemed even wider than before.
It pushed her limb forwards slightly more before she did something Spike didn’t expect. Sinking her hoof and seeming to split her member in half. He cringed at it, but then noticed that both sides appeared to have a regular cock head. The fat things throbbed up, surging forwards and making Spike realize that she now sported two members. She delicately rubbed their undersides from her sitting position, letting out a happy sigh as they throbbed up.
He just eyed them fearfully as streams of pre already descended down her huge pillars of flesh. They reached their full mast and Pinkie let her hooves take a rod for themselves, slowly brushing along the sensitive flesh. “I was wondering how you felt down there with those two cute cocks the other day, so I went to Twilight to ask if she could hit me up with some spell, but she called me a pervert! Can you believe that!?”
She giggled and nuzzled the dragon who gawked at her members. “Anyways, I totally went to Zecora about it and she whipped me up these neat potions which I poured into some of the muffins I made while you were asleep. Long story short: you’ve got it made, Spikey! Now my only question is what happens if you only stroke one and cum.” Pinkie leaned forward, letting her huge cocks fall forth and bounce against Spike’s bloated stomach. The pony lifted her rump up and pushed her hips back to let her poles drag along the dragon’s own semi-erect cocks.
He whimpered as one of the huge things poked against his gaping rear, excess cum still slowly seeping out and lubing up her tip. Pinkie rubbed a hoof against the cock not prodding Spike’s butt to make it gush out pre. Spike felt every little dab of pre coating his front, but paid no mind to it as Pinkie shoved her hips forwards. The journey back inside his tailhole was an easier one thanks to the ludicrous amount of cum, but it still stretched the poor dragon out to a point of agony. Slightly less agony than before, but incredible pain, no less.
His body betrayed him again as his hemipenes stood stiff from the abuse of her member stretching out his stomach once more. Her second member slid across his belly and stayed parallel with her first on the inside. After only a bit more pushing, she was lodged within him fully. Pinkie ran a hoof under the cock not stuffing Spike’s rear and hefted the lengthy thing up. Her long tongue spilled out, draped down a few inches, and coiled around her stick to lap up her salty precum.
She lathered her pulsating cock in saliva while her second one throbbed up and stretched out Spike. The pony slowly pulled out, being sure to let her tip press harshly against his prostate. Pinkie used her tongue to guide her enormous pole up and into her mouth to suckle on it. Her large tongue coaxed out spurts which she swallowed down as soon as they came. She bucked her hips forward quickly, bulging out the dragon’s gut and making him groan in pain.
Spike’s eyes watered freely as he slowly came to accepting that this would only end when Pinkie decided she was done. Based on the mare’s enthusiasm thus far, never seemed like a fitting answer. He gasped again when she pulled back and thrust harshly again, building up a rhythm for pounding his not-so-tight-anymore tail hole. The large mare giggled, though the shaft stuffing her face muffled it slightly.
She spat out her massive cock, letting it flop onto Spike’s stomach and launching a rope of pre against the bed heading and the dragon’s front side. The large thing rubbed against Spike as she pistoned inside of him with her other. Huge wads of pre kept pumping out of her pulsing members and muddying up the bed spread. It absolutely drenched Spike, much of it ending up in his mouth and making him cough it out. The shaft inside of him followed suit, for the clear stuff gushed out and stretched his gut more with each thrust.
She pulled her hips back and yanked them to get her flaring tip out before it was too late. Spike’s ass gaped to a point of absurdity as cum and pre flowed out in a small flood. Pinkie was certain her bed would be completely soaked through by the time this was over, and she really hoped what she wanted to try after this round wouldn’t flood the first floor… more so than her previous shots had at least. She pushed her thoughts aside as she moved her hips back more just a tad so her second member touched sides with her first and they stuck up parallel with each other again.
Spike felt both of those pillars of flesh spewing precum at his gaping butt. He only had a moment to piece together what she was planning before her dual cocks rammed against his taut rear. He clenched like his life depended on it, gritting his teeth and trying his hardest to stop her from pushing both inside, utterly desperate to convey resistance before she unwittingly murdered him.
His prayers went unanswered, for her lust overwhelmed any ability to survey why his bum was tighter for any reason other than trying to shove both of her cocks inside. His heart sunk as his hole slowly stretched wider and wider as she applied greater force. She kept firing off incredible shots of pre due to the anticipation of having two members shrouded in the warm embrace of her significant other’s hot dragon rump. The excess clear gunk worked wonders as a lubricant as the heads of both her sizeable cocks spread his already gaping bum.
Spike found the energy to throw his head back further into the pillow, hissing out wispy air, for both of her enormous members penetrated him. Seething pain didn’t even begin to describe it as the drake’s vision went white. Pinkie shoved her members deeper as Spike was busy seeing stars and failing to wail to the heavens. She let out a blissful sigh as his insides clenched and caressed her shafts. Her behemoths of cock flesh throbbed up, lifting Spike’s frail body with them.
Pinkie was surprised and delighted when more strands of white hit her stomach and streaked up to her chest. Spike must’ve been really in to this! She blushed when feeling more spurts of cum soar up her pink fur, prompting her to look down at a dazed little dragon and his erupting members. The pony gasped as another streak launched out and painted her muzzle white, for he was cumming even more than he had last time. Knowing she was directly responsible for such an astounding load, Pinkie brought her hips back until only her slowly flaring heads remained in Spike’s decimated butt.
She moaned out sensually as her expanded tips all but crushed Spike’s most sensitive area, making him gush out more ropes of white against her. Seeing her lover in such absolute ecstasy almost made her not notice the rising tension just above her crotch and the heavy flood of cum rushing up her dual cocks. Her fat balls hugged her groin and, with a final cry, Pinkie lunged forth and bottomed out of the poor dragon.
Spike couldn’t feel the two twin fire hydrants spewing out white geysers up his abused ass, for his orgasm-hazed mind seemed to numb all sensation in his lower body besides his own ejaculating cocks. He did feel it when her ridiculous double streaks of cum filled him to a point where it began blasting out of his agape maw once more. Her spasming members still hadn’t let up on their first two streams and the excess gunk all but launched out of Spike’s mouth and splattered against the wall behind him.
The dragon’s world was merely a milky white mess at this point. Pinkie’s cum had to have made up around ninety percent of his body mass, and he wouldn’t have trouble believing it was somehow flowing through his bloodstream. The massive surge flowing all the way through him finally slowed down to a trickle, allowing him to draw in a single breath. Pinkie moaned as another pair of streams soared out of her thick members. She pulled her enormous shafts back and began pounding Spike again to ride out her orgasm.
Spike was rather grateful he didn’t have a gag reflex anymore so the gallons upon gallons of thick cum coursing through his throat didn’t make him choke as much as it had before. The pony’s hefty nuts glided along Spike’s tail as she continued pounding him and relentlessly flooding his insides with thick cum. He absent-mindedly felt his hemipenes shooting out cum again, creating virtual teardrops in the ocean of white his partner had.
Pinkie thrust her hips forth harder in attempt to wring out more from her slowly dying orgasm. Sensing her lover cum so much just made her want to release everything she could and literally shower him in her hot, gooey affection. With a prolonged sigh, the mare tug out her flared members, causing Spike’s cocks to spew out cum from the firm pressure on his prostate. The dragon’s bum was so stretched from her twin members by this point that he figured his hips must’ve widened just to accommodate. Combined with the sensation of orgasm, he barely felt it when she managed to pull her still spurting cock heads from his scaly butt.
He did feel the ridiculous amount of spooge blasting out of his rear afterwards, as if she just uncorked a bottle of wine. The thick gunk continued pouring out as she kept launching two ludicrous cum streams. Her dual rods got busy painting streaks up the wall, glazing Spike, and even sticking to the ceiling. Spike merely lay on the bed, spitting out whatever cum remained in his mouth and just waited for the inevitable next round.
It seemed that he’d be waiting a while as multiple ropes of pearly ejaculate went on shrouding his vision and acting as a semi-liquid blanket. Pinkie kept jerking her dual shafts from her sitting position, launching out several bucket’s worth of cum. Spike was wondering if she would bury him under the musky gunk at this rate. She eventually let out a sharp and lengthy exhale, paired with noticeably smaller white showers, which signified the end of her climax.
The pony fell to the side and rested on the bed curled up like a dog. A silly smile adorned her face as she looked at her cum bathed lover. She slowly crawled over to the dragon, making him bead sweat from under his ridiculously thick layer of spooge. Pinkie wiped of some of the heady stuff off his head to just gaze into his dreamily opened emerald eyes. He couldn’t fathom what she had in mind next before she swept him up in another kiss, one she visibly blushed from and one he remained repulsed from.
It, fortunately for Spike, didn’t last long since Pinkie didn’t bother sticking her tongue in and force him to choke on it. She instead pulled away quickly and hopped off the bed. The pony popped up only a moment later with a cum coated muffin, making Spike rest his head back, too afraid to find out the effect of this one. He overheard her obnoxiously chowing down on the thing, devouring it swiftly as she wanted to make use of its second purpose as soon as possible.
She startled Spike by jumping atop him, each of her hooves carefully around him to avoid injury, and stared at him with a lustful smirk. “You’re gonna love this one, sweetums,” she proclaimed as her thick shafts plopped against Spike’s inflated stomach.
Pinkie slid the tips of her erect cocks along his cum covered body. Both drooled out musky precum in an effort to rinse the ejaculate off of him for the next round. She thrust back and forth slowly for a bit before just moving her cocks only upwards. They kept going up and up his chest, perhaps looking to get oral again? He was surprised when the throbbing masts actually passed his mouth and continued beyond that.
He looked down in confusion and gaped at the sight. Pinkie’s heavy balls had grown from already enormous grapefruits to a size that could rival bowling balls. He also noticed that her hips hadn’t moved since she stopped her rubbing from before; her cocks were growing and sliding up his weakened body.
Worse yet, and he gulped at the realization, they weren’t stopping.
It didn’t take long for the heads of her members to pass his own head and the green scales jutting out of it. Her medial rings were already passing his crotch and her ridiculous sac looked about ready to brush against the bed even though she was standing up.
Pinkie was as surprised as Spike when her twin members lurched up and started spewing out creamy ejaculate in thick, monstrous ropes. The mare gasped at the sensation of her spontaneous orgasm. She thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing the tops of her massive shafts against her fur. Pinkie let out heavy sighs as the two hoses of cum kept splashing against the wall and ricocheting back on them.
With the shafts being long enough to reach a bit past her chest, she bent her head down and lapped at the two gushing cocks. Her fat balls snuggled up tightly against her crotch, still managing to wobble around from their sheer magnitude. Spike figured that cupcake must’ve had the added effect of refilling her virility. She just kept going, raveling her tongue around her enormous pillars of flesh, and spooging her heart out.
After around six more healthy waves of semen shot out, the mare was spent. Her cocks failed to recede, however, showing she was more than ready to continue. To demonstrate that further, she brought another cupcake out from behind her and ate the sweet little thing with haste. The mere thought of her bits growing even bigger had him on the verge of fainting.
Spike’s heart skipped a beat when she jumped back a foot or two and her mighty cocks slammed against his tail. He found some will power to shake his head rapidly left and right, all but begging Pinkie not to stick them in and split him in half. She pushed the tip of one against his stretched tail hole, making him shiver. It spewed out more pre and still lengthened, her other member passing the taut hole and rubbing against Spike’s cocks.
The pony pushed forwards and her single shaft stretched spike to a point that her originally sized dual ones had only a minute before. Now it grew thicker and longer, her other cock reaching up to the top of his stomach whereas the one inside of him bulged it out. Her balls did finally manage to touch the bed, quickly seeping into the mattress and audibly wearing down the springs beneath the cushy thing. Spike squirmed as her dual cocks were quickly turning titanic, stretching him further beyond anything he could’ve though her huge erection had originally.
Pinkie let out a hearty moan as her members kept growing out and stretching her little lover. All Spike could focus on was the overwhelming girth of the one inside of him. It had to be as thick around as an apple tree, wider, it felt like as it bulged out his stomach and her redoubled streams of pre already managed to come up his throat and pour out of his mouth. The shaft outside of him managed to grow out even further, crushing him against the bed and oozing out large globs of precum that soaked completely through the mattress and pooled on the floor.
This… this pony was going to kill him. He whimpered, tears gliding his cheeks, all but lost in the excess precum coating his face. The pressure in his abused bum increased when her cocks lurched back, her ridiculously wide member pulling him back by the hips with it. He overheard the bed creaking from the weight of her hyper sized testes. They grew big enough to rub up against his scaly feet, letting him feel the excess amount of sperm churning around within. Fortunately, her genitals seemed to stop growing, which was nice since his hips and organs only felt partially destroyed instead of completely.
Her impossibly sized rod pressed against his innards hard enough to make him cum involuntarily. Working as some sort of makeshift painkiller, his orgasm eased his distress momentarily as he blew out rather lackluster streams of semen. His output diminished, as she made him ejaculate more times than he could remember in such a short amount of time. Another one seemed imminent as she rammed her mighty cock forth and bulged out his gut again.
Floods of precum poured out of his mouth whereas the literal pillar of flesh above him gushed the stuff against the wall. The pony built up a pace for herself, her seemingly infinite splurges of pre working as an excellent lubricant for pounding her little lover into orgasm after orgasm. And orgasm Spike did, for Pinkie moaned out when he released another few streaks of cum along her enormous cock.
She felt light headed and slightly overwhelmed from how much pleasure her two mammoth shafts granted her. Most of her bliss came from Spike though, her bundle of joy, her partner, her... soul mate. Pinkie shed a tear of joy and sped up with her thrusting. Spike came again when her ridiculously wide cock head came back and pressed hard against his special spot. His eyes rolled back when her tip flared out, forcing him to continue spewing out cum right on the bottom of her other shaft.
She thrust up again, heavily panting now and somewhat flustered since her flare made it difficult to pump in and out of him. Pinkie wiggled her hips left and right before throwing her front hooves on the cock sandwiching Spike between her other erection and stroking it with all of her might. Her gargantuan balls audibly grumbled and their weight shifted, causing Pinkie to blush and look back at the disturbance.
She moaned when that wonderful sensation built up in her crotch, beckoning her to stroke faster and pant more heavily. Spike was all but vomiting out her precum in buckets as it came up his throat in a seemingly never ending stream. He overheard the bed’s springs gradually recoiling back up as Pinkie’s balls slowly snuggled up against her crotch. Pinkie gasped and tossed her head back, her heart thumping quickly and her eyes seeing nothing but blinding white.
“Spiiike!” she shouted to the heavens.
Spike felt his gut expand to the size of a beachball in a mere second, and it only took one more for an unfathomable amount of spooge to travel up his throat and burst out of his mouth. The cock above him resembled that of a fire hydrant as it launched a virile and unending flood of white against the wall. Her cocks throbbed and Pinkie’s hips jittered as she came. Her hooves stroked the cock not bulging out a small dragon’s gut as if on autopilot. On and on, her dual hoses of cum unleashed countless gallons of semen.
It didn’t take long for the excess spunk to start pooling up in the floor after having painted the entirety of her room. Her pearly spunk was reverse drowning Spike and, judging by what she shot out from just one muffin earlier, he felt that her climax wouldn’t let up anytime soon. He wiggled his cum coated limbs around, hopelessly impaled on a sputtering mammoth of cock. The other continued flooding the room, the entirety of the floor having about three inches of ejaculate on it. Huge globs of it slowly traveled down the stairs to the main floor like molasses, determined to pool up with the rest from earlier and potentially flood the entire building.
Pinkie’s tongue lolled out, for she just couldn’t stop cumming and using both of her hooves to pump her massive shaft. She had a only one goal in mind: filling her scaly little friend with as much love as she could. The thought that they could share moments like this until the end of time was enough to make her tear up and grin. Apparently, it was also enough to make her balls audibly grumble. She felt a redoubled force going through her dual phalluses and its effects were evident since her freely spurting cock’s torrent of sticky fluids grew thicker. It pumped out with greater force than before and inflated Spike’s stomach out even more.
Spike was worried she would never stop cumming at this rate, and he desperately needed to breathe. The sudden increased output gave him an idea as more and more white gunk soared out of his mouth in a steady flood. The stream had slowly been dying down, but he figured that just meant Pinkie was getting ready to throb out another ridiculously drawn out rope. The small dragon promptly closed his mouth as Pinkie tensed up and her cock surged upwards slightly again.
He was surprised that his idea worked… more surprised that it seemed to work too well. In about a span of two seconds, he was launched off of her incredibly thick member, not of course without the equally incredible pop from her flare. He was happy in the short amount of time spent not drowning in her cum, only to meet face-first with the wall behind her bed. He gradually slid down the wall, instantly receiving the full blasts of her twin hoses as if he was some sort of clay pigeon for target practice. Spike eventually ended up on the cum covered bed, under two freely spooging and cum covered cocks which wouldn’t let up on ruining an already cum coated room.
He just stared at her pumping members drowsily. Nearly drowning for what felt like the thousandth time in an hour, coupled with slamming against a hard surface (the excess cum somewhat absorbed the impact), Spike just couldn’t find it in him to stay in the game. He blacked out after shutting his eyes and Pinkie continued unleashing her love, quite possibly set on flooding Ponyville with the thick stuff. She kept flailing her arms about on her freely gushing members, both throbbing appreciatively at her small, yet valiant efforts. They may not have had a warm dragon rump to call home for now, but by golly they would cream their hearts out for Pinkie.
Pinkie sat back, careful not to sit directly on her enormous balls, and angled her cocks upwards to give the ceiling a fresh waterfall of cum. The never ending ropes splattered loudly against the surface, sending thick, pearly semen in every direction. Pinkie grinned widely and opened her mouth to gather several helpings of the creamy stuff, much of it muddying up her fur and pooling up on the bed. Much, as in a small lake’s worth, ended up on the floor and the staircase acted as a makeshift drainage pipe.
“The Cakes are going to kill me when they get back from their trip,” the mare thought, though her overwhelming orgasm kept her from worrying about cleaning it up. For now, she just sat back against her fuzzy, oversized sac and casually stroked at her dual cocks. She closed her eyes and let the sweet feeling of release overtake her body, savoring every throb and drawn out gush of cum.
It eventually tapered off, not before coating every inch of the floor in at least a foot of ejaculate along with white washing the rest of the room several times over. Pinkie let out a lengthy sigh, licked the excess semen off of her face, and then opened her eyes. She hummed happily when spotting her lightly snoring lover in front of her.
She snuggled up beside him and prepared to drift to sleep herself. Pinkie nuzzled the cum coated dragon before lying down next to him. Her eyes fluttered and she yawned. Another tear streamed down her cheek and prompted her to grind her snout deeper into Spike’s scaled body. She was so happy to find someone she could call hers. So happy to be able to spend an eternity with another that loved her.
Pinkie grabbed the little guy and hugged him closely so that his back rested on her stomach. Her ridiculous cocks and the fountains of spooge they produced before acted as a makeshift blanket for them. Drifting to sleep, the awful thought that she lost five of her friends nagged at her. She couldn’t believe it, especially after all they’d gone through together. She grinned at the slight tumble from her lover and planted another kiss on him.
None of that mattered now, for she had the partner of her dreams...
Her tail twitched randomly and made her prop her eyes open. She drowsily stuck her head up and flexed her ears. Someone was at the door…
Sure enough, knocking followed only a moment after her suspicions. The pony stood up and shook the cum off of her fur much like a dog would after taking refuge from a rain storm. She noted that her genitalia returned to its normal, still-pretty-endowed state which would make for a less awkward conversation with whoever was at the door.
Light snoring redirected her attention beneath her and made her smile. Pinkie leaned in close to nuzzle Spike in his slumber. “Thank you, Spike. I know you had a lot of fun, but this really meant a lot to me. I’ll be back soon.” With one last smooch on her lover’s forehead, she leapt off the bed.
Instantly, her hooves sunk into a pool of spooge. Fortunately, most of it flowed downstairs so she wouldn’t need to worry about getting her fur all matted up with cum again.
After around twenty seconds of trudging through her thick ejaculate down the steps, Pinkie Pie made it to the front door of the Sugar Cube Corner. Considering how that pesky sign was flipped to closed this whole time, she wasn’t sure why anyone was expecting to get sweets. Whoever it was, she hoped they wouldn’t mind the scent of fresh spunk. She casually flipped opened the door, instantly letting a flood of her cum, much to the surprise of whoever wanted her attention.
“W-what the heck!?” Rainbow jumped back a few paces, but failed to keep her hooves clean. She flapped her wings to ascend slightly above the pool flowing out of the bakery, but sighed after accepting that she couldn’t really get any more cream coated. Dash plopped back down into the gunk and looked at the mare glaring back at her.
“Er, uh.” The pegasus regained her composure, wiping the partial disgust off her face. “Heh-hey there, Pinkie Pie. Sorry I was in such’a rush earlier. I had a place to be, so… what is all of this stuff?” the pony’s muzzle scrunched up when she got a good whiff of the potent cum on the grass and inside the bakery. She at first thought the pony made a waterfall of frosting or was doing something involving quite a bit of milk.
She eyed the pony who didn’t seem particularly fond of her presence, then looked below her. She muttered ‘no...’ when spotting the pony’s dangling balls and the small droplets of spooge still gradually emerging from her sheathe. Rainbow shook her head to get the thought out of her mind and pretend she wasn’t standing in a shallow lake of Pinkie’s cum. “A-anyways, I can totally hang out now if you’d like.”
Pinkie closed her eyes and shifted up her chin before speaking, “No thanks. As you can see, I’m having a perfectly good time with my soul mate.”
“Soul mate?” Rainbow chuckled. “Who’s the lucky stud choking down all of that?” she mumbled the last of her sentence so Pinkie wouldn’t catch it.
“Sleeping, that’s who. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to him,” she replied, not amused.
“Mr. Right Hoof then,” the pony assumed in her head. She rolled her eyes and continued, “Well if he’s sleeping, that means we’ve got time to do some other stuff. Whad’ya say we get on out and head over to Sweet Apple Acres?”
“I said no, Dash.”
“Pinkie, you’ve got all the time in the word to jerk it. c’mon,” Rainbow beckoned.
“I am NOT jerking it. I’ll have you know my little lover is responsible for the creamy puddle you’re standing in.”
“Pinkie. Let’s go,” Rainbow said firmly. She was already mildly annoyed at standing in her excessive jizz, so there was no way Pinkie wasn’t attending the party the girls had planned just for her. The pegasus groaned when Pinkie ‘hmph’d and turned her head away. Pinkie gasped when Rainbow pushed her head against her tush to try and push her. “Lets. get. going!” she declared.
“I. Said. NO!” Pinkie had lifted her shapely rump and sat directly on Rainbow’s head. Her heavy sac bounced down and dangled over the pony’s face. Dash pulled her head away from it, a noticeable blush on her blue cheeks.
She shook her head to get the hint of lust out of her system. “Oh, you wanna do this the hard way? We’ll do this the hard way!”
And so Rainbow had embarked on an epic quest of dragging a stubborn earth pony by the tail. There were occasions where she had to dodge a near buck to the face, but she made it unscathed. She felt somewhat lousy when hearing Pinkie whimper, almost catching some word starting with a ‘spi’ sound. She couldn’t question it for fear of letting go and the pony making a run for it. Dash was exhausted by the time they reached the barn, and she figured the next time Pinkie was in a mood like this, she would just have to blow her on the spot to make her comply.
Pinkie was astounded and overjoyed that her friends had surprised her the way they did. They weren’t trying to get her out of their lives, they just wanted to plan a surprise party for her birthday! She had nearly forgotten all about poor spike still blissfully snoring on her bed back at the bakery. After another half hour or so of partying, she informed the girls she had to leave. Pinkie couldn't help but grin all the way back. Her mighty shaft couldn't keep itself contained either as she hopped through the building, all too happy to cherish the rest of the day with her scaly little lover.
Alt Ending: Spike contacted the police and Pinkie became a registered sex offender. Her heart was forever shattered in a million tiny pieces…
Foreeeeevverrrrrr.
Author's Note
This was initially supposed to be a request I'd write to help expand support for the Futas with Males group on this site back in like July of 2015. To be honest... I hated writing this fic, and it would likely never see the light of day had it not been for my friend co-writing it with me. Come freaking August of 2015 and it was complete, however Rdobet wanted to seek out professional pre-reading help... only to never really obtain it. He eventually caved and just said he was fine to let me submit it, which is what you're seeing now.
This is the first and probably the last time I'll write something this dark for erotic purposes. I just wanted to submit and get it out of my head already... which is ironic because people will comment and rate it now... ah well.
