The Stars in the Sky Aren't the Stars in My Eyes
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Twilight Has A Phat Squishy Ass
The Stars in the Sky Aren't the Stars in My Eyes
Perfect, *today** she decides to wear the sluttiest outfit in her wardrobe. Faust knows she looks hot in it, but if only she knew how I felt about it... Am I just overreacting? It's okay, dude... it's just a short skirt... that's all it is... What else could a short skirt possibly be than just that?...*
An invitation to temptation. This succubus standing on a stool to manually rearrange her books was torture to him. Not like he had to be there either, all he had to do was fetch the stool, and afterward he could have been on his merry way. But, he caught a glance at Twilight's curvy backside, her voluptuous derriere, her killer booty. Spike looked up her legs, seeing as she stood on the very tip of her toes, then her thighs and hips, wide and thick, maybe even more so than Fluttershy's since Twilight was a princess. She had gotten thicker after the transformation, blessed with a beautifully shaped hour glass body; a massive ass that squished into each seat she sat in, her cutie marks expanded when she did, of course responding to the squishing shape of her skin during her seating. That simple detail was enough to make Spike drool. It was like these asses were his new gems to feast upon. To Spike, a cherry on top of this delicious milkshake was Twilight's wasp-tight waist. How much it went within then spread out as the beautiful booty he was gazing upon right now.
Fluttershy's was first, but now he'd have Twilight's. He smiled at that thought and fiddled his claws devilishly almost like a villain would.
Twilight's attire was simply candy for him to gaze upon, but he had a feeling that left him unsure of whether he could get a taste out of this candy or not. He remember how he felt upon Fluttershy's ass, how soft and deep the skin felt, how his hands almost sank in with a single squeeze like a cake. He folded his hands into fists just thinking about how deep Twilight's ass had to be. He wad merely looking at it and could tell it was a lot bigger than Fluttershy's. By so much in fact, Spike did not even know if he were looking at Twilight anymore. Maybe Fluttershy snuck into the castle, kidnapped Twilight, stole her horn, and painted herself purple to look exactly like her. Of course, with the eating of many sweets from Pinkie in order to make her ass get bigger. The sweets seemed to go straight to their thighs here. But that thought was ridiculous, it had only been two days since his visit to Fluttershy's. A plan like that would take weeks to plan, and if not, even more to even properly execute!
What was he thinking? This was insane. He may as well have turned around to take a nap or go visit Fluttershy again. But, this butt rose that but of his, and rose something else as well. An erection built itself in his pajama pants. As for the butt that rose the but which Spike had come to (the butt he wanted to cum to as well, and the butt he wanted to cum too), Spike noticed the black, pleated skirt, with light white and grey plaid patterns within the darkness of the black, then he spotted the purely white panties under them, since it was so short and Spike could just look up as if it were stars in the night sky. And that was it. It was night. Twilight would likely be up for the next few hours reading, while Spike could go to sleep now and completely avoid this trouble he was fantasizing himself into. Or he could seduce Twilight.
Well, as easily as that rolled off the tongue, Spike did give it to consideration, then once it settled in as more of an obligation, he fell into it as a temptation.
Yeah, it's gonna be done. No matter what... Damn, is that how I sound? I sound like a flipping pervert!
But how was Spike going to get her to give in to him during his seduction? Did he have to come clean about what happened to Fluttershy to get it? What if Twilight was a virgin as well? That single though sent him into even more of a deep personal lust frenzy. If Twilight were a virgin, he'd be the one to take her virginity. Granted, it'd feel weird to say "I took my adoptive mother/sister's virginity," but at this point, Spike wasn't so sure what weird even was anymore. Twilight's Venusian body of curvaceous and voluptuous wonders was weird, in a way. Maybe there was an alternate dimension in which Twilight was completely flat, no ass, no tits, no godly curves of desire filling the eyes of horny young men like him. Or maybe he was trying to distract himself from what he was supposed to be doing right now. It was now or never.
The stool bent a bit as Twilight rose up to grab a book and add it to the stack she was holding within her arms. Twilight grunted reaching for it, and once she got it, she lowered down from her toes and tried to step down from the stool. Unfortunately, her heel bent a bit and she came falling down.
"Ahh!" she screamed, flailing her arms and wings in an attempt to stop herself. She nearly caught herself, but she fell backwards. Luckily for Spike, that's exactly where he was.
"I gotcha Twi!" he exclaimed, holding out his arms to catch her, and before he knew it, the moon was shining right in his face. Those pure white panties and the biggest ass he had seen in the past couple of days was right before him. It all seemed to be moving in slow motion too; the books scattered all through the air, the globe of an ass descending right above him, the fear building up that Twilight's Venusian body would effortlessly crush him under its weight.
It already felt so good.
Twilight's ass smashed into his face and sent Spike falling down with it. His face going directly between the big, soft cheeks and almost seemingly being sucked in. He felt the back of his head hit the ground, which caused him to jerk upwards in pain, though Twilight's ass barrier on his face pushed him back down and now was crushing his head underneath its pressure. It was like having a giantess sit on his face. Regardless of how much he was in shock at what happened, now was the time to act if there ever was one. Granted, he did not plan for this, so anything he did next would seem completely and perfectly natural.
Taking what he learned from his time at Fluttershy's, he dug his hands and claws into Twilight's ass underneath the skirt, feeling upon the soft panties and how they squeezed into her cheeks with him. Just the feel upon these pillows was enough to give him another erection, which Twilight found her huge breasts, covered by nothing but a black laced bra, bouncing upon as she slowly tried to sit up after her fall. The sudden erection made her jump, and Spike's hot breath upon her nether regions along with the squeezing of her ass forced her to stand and cover her massive ass with her hands, though to no avail since it was so big. But, anyone would know that, especially by now. Twilight felt between her ass cheeks while looking at Spike as he wad lying on his back. His erection a raging one and his eyes closed with his mouth wide open; he almost looked dead. She was afraid she had killed him!--
Her panties felt wet. Her worries deepened as she began to wonder why arousal came from the ten seconds that had just transpired. Yes, ten seconds. Her tripping, falling, landing, and standing, all in just ten seconds. Maybe if that was how long it took to kill someone with her weight, she felt it may be time to go on a diet. But seemingly zombie Spike begged to differ as he rose with an eep, covering his erection and closing his legs together with a deep blush. His blush was deeper than the ocean, but Twilight's seemed to be as deep as space itself. Her blush and the position of her confused hands spoke one story, but her eyes: big, lavender, sparkling with curiosity and wonder. This only shot more embarrassment arrows into Spike's chest, and he stood up to run from this vast and cold library to his room.
He sprinted down the dark and dimly lit halls, empty and lone, void of anything to speak upon besides this castle's sheer size. How so could a dragon not hide when he was embarrassed? He already felt shame for what he had done. He should not have taken advantage of Twilight in that moment, he thought. He believed what he had done, wishing to deflower the princess of friendship in such a way and manner... those dirty thoughts all swarmed in his head as he made it to his room and loudly shut the door. Any space between him and Twilight was now divided by this lock. Well, the door was the metaphorical lock, but Spike made sure to literally lock this metaphorical lock as well.
He jumped onto his bed and curled upon it, slid all the way back to the wall. Curled, in a ball of shame, nearly about to cry as he felt guilty of these horrible sins of his. He looked to his hands, his claws as some called them, and cursed what they had made him do. Really, what he made them do. But all of this sulking turned straight to pure dread when he heard the knocks on his door.
"Spike? I know you're in there," Twilight called to him from behind the locked door, trying to open it. She remained silent for a while as Spike gave no response. He was just waiting for her to go away. Twilight ran her hand down the door to the knob and trying again to open it. She used her magic to make out of it a master key which easily opened the door and allowed her access. "Spike, I just want to talk..."
Spike shook his head and hid himself by hugging his legs close, curling up even more than he was before. "J-Just go away! I don't wanna be bothered right now, Twilight..."
Twilight made her way to Spike's bed and sat down on the edge of it. She, again, ran her hands across the silky fabric of his blanket and scooted back a bit, getting closer to him as much as possible. "Spike, you know I love you," she said with a slight smile, turning to look at him. "I just want you to know that. There's nothing you can do that will make me love you any less, but..."
She flipped over while on the bed to get on her hands and knees, and she crawled to Spike until she was just inches away from him. She used her hand to poke his forehead to get him to look up at her. Those bright eyes, put into a seductive stare to gaze right into his. His eyes were currently pitiful, full of shame and twisted by sadness and the wanting to cry and just shut to close off the world around him.
Spike found Twilight taking him by the chin like a doll in the hands of a villain of sorts. He was gazing into her eyes once again, and he felt as his nervousness and insecurity shot through the roof along with his heart-rate.
"...I'm sure there's a lot you can do to make me love you more."
Spike squirmed a bit in his place, trying to calm himself and process what was happening. He wanted to speak, but his words would not expel from him. He was trapped in whatever Twilight would do to him, and he did not know if he even wanted this to happen or not. He gulped and opened his mouth, but Twilight put a finger to his lips and cut him right off.
"Spike, I know you're at an age in your life where you know you're mature enough for sex now," Twilight told him, rubbing his left leg up and down, getting rather close to his crotch in doing so. "But... that's okay. You're doing much better than I had. If you want to explore your body, then by all means, test yourself. You'd surely be doing yourself a favor, more than I ever did for myself. I want you to know that for any way you'd like to explore these feelings, I'm here for you. Got that?"
Spike was slightly trembling from all of this. He felt extremely lightheaded and began to hyperventilate, looking around as if he was utterly clueless as what to say.
Twilight sighed, and she looked at him with an adorably disappointed face, pursing her thick lips, on which she wore a shade of lipstick darker than her skin. She rubbed Spike's crotch directly, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him. She tilted her head to the right, moving her face in close to Spike's as her hands tugged ever so gently at his pajama pants and underwear.
"Spike, work with me here," she said in a womanly manner, puckering her lips in a kissing fashion and smooching Spike's neck, moving down to his chest, then his lower abdomen, until she managed to get his pants and underwear off. His penis flipped up from its cloth restraints and appeared to already dripping with clear precum. His balls also appeared, and Twilight giggled at them, how small this cute little baby dragon combo was. "Who has a cute little penis? You do, Spike!~"
Well that sounded rather familiar...
Spike remembered how Fluttershy made the same remark to him a few days ago, and it did not amuse him now, as it never amused him back then when its initial size was first referred to by the pegasus. He began to calm down as those familiar thoughts settled within his being, and he eased himself down. Well, he was getting what he wanted, and he was determined to enjoy every single savory second of this sloppy sex soon coming upon them. He thought to play innocent, however, as he wanted to explore every crevice of this mare's body, and seeming clueless would give him an unfair advantage.
"Tw-Twilight?... May I suggest that you..."
Twilight spoke up quickly, her eyes enthusiastic and shining brightly, "--give you a handjob?"
Spike eeped and was speechless. How did she know? And so he asked her almost as quickly as she spoke up: "How did you know?"
Twilight summoned a bottle of lubricant with her magic and levitated it above Spike's dick, which was now growing considerably quickly, and into her cupped hands which encased most of it near its shaft. The lube coiled up and melted into her hands, and with that, she grasped Spike's shaft with both of her hands. The glans was barely visible through all of this coverage, although the dick seemed to slowly be getting more full. She could see more of the glans after it stopped inflating like a damned balloon. Twilight was utterly intrigued by this action of Spike's body, and she slowly began stroking his dick with both of her hands at once.
She blushed and made a slight snorting sound. "Do you... do you like that?" she nearly stuttered, looking into Spike's eyes with her large, sparkling lavender orbs. She saw Spike begin to breathe faster, just a little bit, and he nodded in agreement that he indeed felt pleasure. Twilight quickly began thinking on ways on how to make this better than what it currently was. She was not satisfied with having her hands eat Spike's member like a baked potato. And that thought made her hungry.
Spike's mind began to flood with various sexual fantasies, corrupting his mind with a cloudy, greedy lust. It fed his feral side more, much more than when he had sex with Fluttershy, and this worried a good half of his conscience. He clenched his eyes shut and gripped the pillows as Twilight began to pick up the pace, now turning her hands like a screw in that motion. Spike began panting like a dog, his dick throbbing now, growing a bit until the head was completely poking out of Twilight's hands. He swore he grew taller a few centimeters as well. His body and penis, especially, began aching like all hell broke loose. He grunted as sweat beaded on his head, and he nearly asked for Twilight to stop, until she interrupted his interpersonal conflict.
"Spikey, your head is poking through, shall I initiate another manual treatment?" Twilight asked in a bubbly tone, gripping his shaft near the base of his phallus in one hand, while the other placed itself upon the top of his glans to massage his head. She rolled her palm in deep, round motions on his glans as if polishing it, and her other hand stroked his dick with a rather high speed.
This was too much, and way too fast at the moment. "Tw-Twilight!!..." Spike groaned with his cry, his back slightly arching upwards. His entire body trembled, and Twilight, under the impression he wanted more, began to repeat these same motions at an extremely faster pace and with significantly more force. This dragged out a passionate squall from Spike, who collapsed onto the bed again just to continue squirming.
"Oh, Spike!" Twilight cooed, using her magic to rub up and down Spike's thighs, getting deep into them and even stimulating his prostate gland with her magic. Watching Spike worm around the bed and cry out like a baby sent a turn on of intense and pure lust rushing through Twilight's body. She almost felt like she was undergoing a transformation, as if she were turning into a succubus. "Cry for me, Spike! Let Momma know that you love it, honey!"
The poor trapped dragon held in his screams, but his eyes and mouth shot open and he released a loud shout. "Yes Momma! I love it! I love it!"
He gripped onto the sheets and pulled them out of place; his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, and his tongue hung out like an animal's. He tried to sit up to to stop Twilight from putting him through such torment, but he collapsed back down onto the bed again as his semen exploded from the tip of his dick, splattering from Twilight's palm and flying high into the air, just to fall down again. Twilight caught it with her magic and disposed of it properly. She shaped it into a condensed cumball and popped it happily into her mouth, swallowing it whole and exhaling as the cum unraveled down her throat and settled into her stomach. She shivered and burred, shaking her head rapidly at this and laughed almost triumphantly. Her heart was beating quickly, her blood making her body much hotter, and she knew her arousal level would have to be vanquished as well.
As for the cum that got onto her hands, she licked it clean and used her lubricated and salivated hands to manually squeeze the rest of the cum out of Spike's dick. But this did not satisfy her curiosity. She was too engrossed with a wanderlust for Spike's body, so many things to watch for, to test, to discover. It did not help now that he seemed to be growing because of this. She was simply too engrossed now.
She suddenly kissed Spike out of nowhere, battling his tongue with her own, pinning him down by his arms so that he could not escape from her. She could feel his fatigue falling upon him, maybe one shot was as much as he could go for after all. Perhaps dragons really were one trick ponies. Again, Twilight's insatiable wanderlust for Spike's condition was too much for her to ignore. Her eyes now spoke an untold and corrupted evil, as if she truly had become a succubus. Her wild and sex-crazed expression meant one thing for sure: Twilight was a virgin experiencing her heat. And no, this simply was not her first heat. This was her first heat burst. A "heat burst" was when somepony holds in and rejects their need to release accumulated arousal, and they eventually see and opportunity to do so, and they go bat-shit insane during their sex. In Twilight's case, this is a twenty-four year old heart burst, and Spike was the target to have to quell this insatiable lust.
Twilight sucked on Spike's tongue and then simply broke away from the kiss, their saliva still connected but then severed by Twilight picking the dragon up with her magic and placing him onto his hands and knees. She got a good look as his puckered anus and his long hanging dick, with his minuscule testicles. She moaned at the sight and began to rub her vulva and clit in long, circular strokes, causing herself to moan lightly.
"Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Twilight cursed again and again, biting her lip and grasping Spike's dick from behind, beginning to stroke it while it fell flaccid. "This is going to do us no good, Spike!" Twilight's horn began to shine brightly with magic, and she covered Spike's penis with it, soaking it with the thick coat of magic and seemingly reinstating his horniness twofold, giving him an even harder erection than before and seemingly making him want more sex from Twilight. "Splendid! Now, I can continue having fun with you!"
Spike could feel prickly sensations shooting through his member like a swirling tornado of sideways raining glass. He let his head rest on the pillow below him as he fought this painful feeling, but seemingly in vain as Twilight bent the member slightly behind him to stroke it, again with the corkscrew motion from before. Spike's mouth was wide open in a silent gasp, not from the handjob, but from the rimjob that she was also giving him.
Twilight made sounds of satisfaction, loving the taste of what she was indulging herself. She initially licked the puckered anus with tiny picks of the tongue, then she flattened her tongue to lap at the quivering and clenching anus like a dog drinking water on a steaming hot summer noon. After getting in her final lick, she rounded the anus with her tongue and then infiltrated the ring with it. She sloshed her tongue in round strokes as it was trapped within his anus, and worked with this simultaneously as she lovingly stroked his now throbbing dick.
"Twi....--Momma! I'm gonna cum again!!" Spike cried, keeping his head on the pillows below as he used his claws to spread his cheeks so Twilight could ease her tongue in deeper and deeper into him. Soon, her mouth was completely cupped over his anus as if deeply kissing it. She sucked on the ring and got as much saliva stuck to it as possible as she did so, now pulling, squeezing, and tugging on the dragon's dick tortuously.
"Mo--!!.... Stop it! I'm gonna cum!"
Hearing this, Twilight stopped her stroking immediately and squeezed Spike's dick as hard as possible, completely halting the flow of cum and forcing it back to whence it came with her magic. She broke away from Spike's asshole and noticed the peculiar aftertaste. It tasted like cupcakes and magic. He was eating too many gemcakes from Pinkie again, eh?
His asshole was covered in spit, which was dribbling down from there to his balls and dripping from his meaty cock. Twilight sucked the dripping spit from her mouth, then from Spike's ass, receiving a deep grunt from the dragon, and this partially satisfied her.
"Have you had enough, Spike?" Twilight asked him, her voice sounding as if she were possessed by some lusty sex demon. She flipped him over to lie upon his back once more. She looked up and down his body, dripping with sweat; his mouth drooling; his eyes watering. He was lightly twitching and his face had gone dumb from how fucked silly he currently was. "Spike... you okay?... Is this kind of thing too much for a young dragon like you?"
Spike stuttered to speak, and he lifted his head to look at Twilight, who noticed he was growing taller and more muscular. His phallus had even thickened and now had small bumps on it. Perhaps to enhance the pleasure of his female partner. Merely looking at this new form of Spike's was enough to make Twilight lick her lips and moan at the twisted fantasies she had with loving this body of his. "I... I'm fine, Twi... Really...!"
Twilight stood up on the bed and began to bounce. "Since you seemed to have gotten such a kick out of this earlier, I'll do it again, okay?" she announced, bouncing high into the air and positioning herself so that she lands directly on Spike's face. His nose went up her anus while his mouth, agape, was open to receive the shape of Twilight's puffy vulva. His mouth began to leak saliva profusely, his salivated tongue now squiggling around Twilight's pussy, making her twitch and yelp. She arched her back and flapped her wings, using those to pin Spike's arms down. Spike was not going to be pinned by the arms, at least not as much as he was pinned by Twilight massive pillows pushing him down into his bed like some giant elephant foot. He grabbed Twilight's wings and began to stroke them.
"Spike!... Ahh! No!" Twilight cried, licking her lips again and beginning to ride Spike's face. She slightly smacked her ass up and down in a straddle, and made sure her pussy was receiving the best treatment it could get. Even if all this was happening while her panties were on. Her wings tried to escape, but Spike's gentle rubbing made them flutter weakly as they were being stroked into submission. "You sly little dragon!... Attacking both of my weak spots... My poor, sensitive pussy, and my wings which can be stimulated even easier with such powerful, yet... gentle strokes!..."
Twilight leaned over and took her bra off, letting her massive, motherly mammaries fall over to embrace Spike's penis. Twilight put her fists up to the sides of her breasts and began to pound Spike's dick with her breasts, titfucking them relentlessly. Spike's muffled moans and grunts sounded through Twilight's ass-pillows. Twilight then licked the very tip of Spike's dick, where his urethra was, and she inserted the tip of her tongue into it.
Spike's dick flared, and the dragon began to stroke the alicorn's wings even more. Twilight hummed a moan into Spike's dick, transferring the vibrations of her voice into his dick. She proceeded to do this continuously as she began to suck Spike's dick deeper and deeper until she felt his head thrusting against the back of her tongue. She smiled as she sucked, and began to pick up the pace, now going half the speed at which her titfucking did.
Suddenly, Twilight stopped. She laughed as her horn glowed with magic to lock Spike's dick from an orgasm again, now pinning this one down with the other one. "Oh dear Faust, Spike! I'm... I'm so sorry I'm going to rough with you--" she turned to him with a saddened expression, still smushing her ass on his face.
"No..." his voice muffled through. "I'm fine... really!"
Twilight first was not so sure whether to trust him or not, but she couldn't simply step over the fact that he was surely enjoying himself. She giggled like a school girl and covered her body with a thin layer of vibrating magical energy. She took her breasts with this same magic and made them bounce on their own, so that she wouldn't have to manually give the titfucking. She put her unstoppable bouncing tits onto Spike's dick, the constant bouncing and now the heavy vibrations immediately made Spike shiver and yell in satisfaction through this weight that was on him.
The soft breasts in this rough titfucking were like two angels slapping him over and over with pillows. And when Twilight dropped her soft lips onto his dick, now rapidly moving her head up and down, coming off the dick and going back down, it was like the angels covered him in hot towels as they banged him again and again over the head with pillows.
The alicorn covered Spike's penis with a pink magical condom-like cocksleeve, which only seemed to enhance Spike's pleasure, translating the moist, softness of Twilight's mouth and the soft bouncing of her giant breasts into huge shocks of pleasure into the sensitive nerves of his dick. Not cumming with Fluttershy was a challenge, but holding back against Twilight at this point was foolishly futile. Spike gave out a loud cry, thrusting his hips upwards so his dick was jammed into Twilight's throat, and then he released his load into the magical condom while Twilight was still vacuuming his dick. She immediately stopped, her head jerked back a bit and she gagged, clenched her eyes shut and pressed her lips around Spike's shaft so she could give a bit more of a shock into his dick from the magical condom.
When Spike's hips dropped, Twilight came off of his dick, her thick saliva stringing and then drooping down onto Twilight penis and lower body, and her slimy-with-spit lips sounding a plop after ejecting. She gasped for breath and coughed violently, clearing her throat from the build up of saliva. She looked to Spike's throbbing, still cumming dick and how huge of a bubble of cum it put into the sleeve of magic. She levitated it off of him after he was finished and held it up to her mouth. There had to be a good few cups of cum in that thing.
"Hmm... I'll save this for later," Twilight said, putting the bubble inside of a container and teleporting it away. She sat up from Spike and noticed he had grown even taller and even more muscular. She gasped at how quickly he was growing, and knew if she did not stop, it would only get worse. But there was something about him that kept drawing her back. She simply would not be satisfied until she was finished experimenting. She began thinking, Spike... What's happening to you? What's happening to me? To us?.... Am I doing this? Is this my fault?... Do I have nothing to worry about?
Against her own worries, Twilight pulled her panties right off, kinkily keeping her short skirt on. Her cutie marks were shining brightly in Spike's face like the stars they were. Much brighter than the stars in the heavens. Or maybe these were the stars of heaven itself. She slid down to Spike's now twisting and swirling phallus, which began to quiver. Spike cried out, almost like he was in pain. The worried Twilight held his penis still with magic and began gently stroking it with both of her hands.
"Shhhh." She looked to him, he had his eyes closed tightly and he was panting tiredly. She looked back to his dick to see that he was growing, from one of the bigger bumps at the base of his dick, a second penis. Complete with a shaft and everything. It even wiggled outside of Twilight's magic and continued growing, even bigger than the first penis, which soon began to match it. Have I sent him through a sexually maturing puberty of some sorts?
Twilight's eyes sparkled with a wonderful idea. She began rubbing her ass softly on the dragon's dick, giving him a buttjob. Her hotdogging further stimulated him, and her up and down bounces tortured him. She giggled and suddenly began spinning her hips, stirring his dicks like cake batter. She began moaning louder and trembling as she picked up the speed, but the moment Spike took her wings into his claws again, she screamed out with pleasure, falling back onto his body and beginning to squirm and jerk, shaking as if she were undergoing some sort of cold torture. Her back arched and she screamed once again, first cumming up a storm, her ovulation seeping from her pussy like some thick smooze. After that, she jerked up again and gave out a weaker, more painful sounding cry, to which she squirted a peculiar liquid from her urethra, arching over the bed and spilling onto the floor.
Now almost thieving for more sex, Spike pushed Twilight over on her stomach and dragged her to be positioned right in the middle of the bed. He chuckled with an almost villainous tone and clenched his fists together. This new and improved dragon puberty, enhanced by sex and magic, left him with more to control than his last puberty had. He felt smarter, more creative, more able to do certain things. A different type of dragon, perhaps? He even grew two small, flowing barbs from the sides of his face. This was no regular dragon anymore, this dragon took a more eastern turn. He chuckled again and then slammed his right palm directly into Twilight's ass cheeks, causing her to jump, her legs almost curling but kept in place as he had her pinned in the prone position.
"You know you shouldn't tease a dragon so much like this, Twilight!" Spike growled at her, smacking her ass again.
Tears began building up in Twilight's eyes. She tried to cover her mouth, but Spike caught both of her arms, holding them behind her back with only one of his massive hands. He kept using the other to spank her.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, planting her head down into the pillow. "Harder, Spike! Spank me harder!" She choked on a cry and coughed again, tears now streaming down her cheeks as Spike spanked her harder, much more forcefully, faster, until her ass cheeks began to shine bright crimson like Rudolph the Reindeer's nose. To bad this shiner was no longer leading the way, now that Spike's hemipenis had joined the fray.
Twilight bit Spike's pillow as hard and as much as she could. Her body began to rock with each shake, and she began shaking again. Her screams of this sharp and prickly pain fused with her moans. Her spit and tears pooling on Spike's pillow. So much pain and so much pleasure that she could no longer maintain the bite she had on the pillow.
The dragon, unable to keep himself out of Twilight, knew he only had one shot left to show this mare that it was he who was the alpha now. And now that he had two dicks, doing that would be a piece of cake. He forced one of his dicks into Twilight's soaking wet, cum-dripping pussy, while the other one with into her anus, which was well lubricated by her wetness and by Spike's saliva. He spared no time and began thrusting, much to Twilight's dismay as she was not only restrained by her legs, but her arms and her wings as well. Spike smacked his pelvis into Twilight's squishy ass-pillow, thrusting his dicks in as deep as possible, one stretching far through her rectum, the other creeping up to and slightly through her cervix.
Rocking Twilight's helpless body, relishing her virgin screams, feeling the warmth and tightness of not one, but two now deflowered orifices, that in of itself made Spike thrust his hips faster, giving now deeper pushes and pulling back as if cocking a gun, then blasting into Twilight's holes once again. As he pushed her up, up, and up until her head and horn were hitting the wall, Twilight cried out Spike's name again and again, begging him to slow down or be gentle, that his dicks were squirming in her stomach, that she simply could not take anymore. Spike did not listen and did the exact opposite. He spread one of Twilight's cheeks out with his free hand and managed to dig into these holes even deeper, receiving harder and louder moans, screams, cries, and pleas from Twilight, who was squeezing her orifices' muscles as if they felt they were tearing away, about the break from the sheer mass and size of Spike's dicks. She felt as if her anus and pussy were kissing and hugging within and outside of her. This scratching sensation left Twilight to cum over and over, her face going dumb as she was relentlessly being fucked silly by two penises and one of the strongest beings she had the great fortune of dealing with (and by far the only strongest force she had the pleasure of sleeping with in bed). She squirted once again, now getting the bed wet and sloshy. Her horn was drilling a hole in the wall from how forcefully Spike was ramming her now steaming red ass. And her teary eyes could not focus on one place anymore.
She was still moaning and yelping, but she looked as if she had fainted from this rough as hell sex. She was still cumming and becoming wetter and wetter, but her body was trembling and shaking as if she were in shock. She was very much still alive and breathing, but by all means otherwise, she looked dead. She was utterly dominated.
Suddenly letting go of Twilight, Spike pushed her onto her knees, up against the cold crystal walls, her hot breath fogging the shiny, glassy crystal and her wetness being propelled from her pussy onto that same wall, trickling down to moisten and wetten the head of the bed. Twilight slammed her arms up to the barrier locking her between a literal rock and hard place, and her back curved her ass more into Spike's thrusts as she was far too weak to keep herself straight anymore. She seemed to be kissing the wall through her moans, but she felt her neck jerk back as Spike was now pulling on her mane. She looked him weakly in the eyes and smiled, trying to tell her she loved him through her moaning, but she began falling unconscious. Her eyes began to close, until Spike gave several more extremely powerful thrusts. Twilight's quivering arms fell to her sides, limp and lifeless, twitching still from the shocks of euphoric pleasure surging through her body like an electrical current.
Spike gave out a long cry, and one last gunshot of a push into Twilight as his dicks both ejected blast after blast of cum. A few quarts in one hole, pooling and spilling into her womb, now dripping from her pussy with her own cum; a few quarts in the other hole, getting coiled up within the vast emptiness of Twilight's anus. White ropes of cum being shot out like bullets in long strings, squirming like snakes. Their hot, sticky masses were enough to make Twilight yelp and helplessly tremble uncontrollably once more. Then, when Spike finally pulled out of Twilight to blast now his final load upon her bodacious round, spanked red rump and a bit up her arched back, she slid down the wall, her body curving more and more until her head was kissed between the head of the bed and the crystal wall. Her face down and her ass up, her pussy and asshole now red from the abusive blunt force of Spike's hemipenis, her insides drenched, but still dripping with the thick, white cum. Her hymen had even shattered, and Spike could see where the blood had fallen to. Those stains would be impossible to get out of these sheets. But Spike was sure to the heavens above he would not be the one cleaning them.
Twilight tugged at the black collar around her neck, which Spike pulled with the leash which came with it. Twilight eeped at this and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh Spike... this is no fair," Twilight said with a slight seductive curve to her tone. She was naked and in the washing room, washing all of the sheets and rugs and clothes which was dirtied by the sex she and Spike had. Washing this all by hand with no help from magic or from Spike, who was only there to make sure she stayed to the agreement of not using magic.
"Aw, can it and get back to work, eh," Spike chuckled, kissing Twilight on the neck, making her shiver and moan lightly.
Twilight snuck a rub of Spike's crotch, but Spike smacked her hand, which caused her to blush heavily and laugh with him. She still did not know what had her so bloody damn attracted to him, so subscribed to the idea of having the brains fucked out of her head again by him. Whatever it was, she loved it.
"Fine, my little King," Twilight cooed, giving Spike a smooch on his cheek before getting back to work. It was nice being the servant for once. And it was nice working under "her little king." It made her a bit sad to see him grow up, but at the same time, she loved it. His fetish seemed to be domination, and maybe a bit of BDSM. Twilight knew she could have a little fun with that, and so did Spike.
He was growing up fast, after all.
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