"Ooooh!"
The moan rumbled in from the outskirts of town. Long and throaty, it shook the earth, rattling buildings and setting every pony in town uneasy on their feet. Through the sky arced a thick rope of cum, crashing this time against Sugarcube Corner. And there it sat, sticky, white, and smelling unquestionably of Twilight Sparkle. 'Twas the Season.
The stares were unmissable; a hundred eyes trained on the horizon, watching as the town’s biggest pony stroked the town’s biggest dick. It was hard to see anything else in the distance these days, as Twilight had taken to reclining on Canterlot Mountain—half for comfort, and half to give friends and subjects both the best possible show. Sure, she acted the part of the old, modest Twilight, struggling heroically with the burdens every alicorn carried, but somewhere deep down she loved the attention. Spike knew.
And that was precisely why he wouldn't give her that attention, even as he shuffled his way down to see her.
"Stupid Twilight," he muttered. Everyone else in town could stand and gawk at her, blushing awkwardly with her every orgasm. They could look wistfully at the lakes of thick, creamy alicorn cum, hoping against hope that their umbrellas would save them if she caught them in the wrong spot at the wrong time, but the only place Spike would be looking was firmly at his feet.
"I'm not jealous!" he shouted aloud, receiving a few stares of his own.
No, no, of course he wasn't jealous. He didn't dream of cocks that could overshadow a house, or covering Ponyville with a particularly messy orgasm. He was an average, normal, well-adjusted adult dragon. No ifs, ands, or buts about that.
He just... well, maybe he didn't want to give her the satisfaction! He stopped for a deep breath. Inhale, hold, and exhale. Repeat. That was the best way to beat stress, or it had been before the Winter season had set Twilight off. The way Ponyville was now, even the fresh, crisp morning breeze smelled of her. And sex.
"Focus," Spike breathed, wading through the puddle that had formed around her, firmly ignoring the warm, sticky squelch that followed his every footstep. Like it or not, he was Twilight's assistant, and neither rain nor snow nor cum would stop him from doing his job.
Although...
Spike grimaced as a particularly thick glob of her juices rose up to his shins. “That last one’s a lot trickier than rain or snow.”
"Good morning, Spike!" she rumbled cheerily as he approached. She'd only just finished with her latest orgasm, but if she hadn't covered half the town in it, Spike wouldn't have been able to tell. Her right hand was occupied with stroking her dark purple length, stopping only to drag a finger sensually along her thick medial ring. The left was busily tweaking a nipple taller than he was. He bit his lip, praying she was too big to notice his own erection rising up between his legs. Thankfully, she seemed just as concerned as business as she was with pleasure. "Mm, ready for the Wrap-Up?"
"That's what I'd like to know!" interrupted a blob of cum beside him. It coughed and sputtered and thrashed around, looking more and more like a pony until Spike realized it was just a very sticky Mayor. Once she'd eventually scraped enough off to make herself presentable, she waved down Twilight's attention.
"Princess Twilight! You know we've been very accommodating to you in these trying times, but there must be some limits. Ponyville must be clean by the day's end. It's tradition! But it simply won't be possible unless you can..." She blushed. "Control yourself."
"Oh!" Twilight blushed herself, the slight tinge of red in her cheeks deepening ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, Mayor. I didn't mean things to get so out of hand. I'm working as hard as I can to keep it all under control, but alicorns just have such, mm, unbearable urges." She sighed, shooting the Mayor a sympathetic smile. Sorry as she looked, Spike couldn't help but notice that her hands, if anything, were working even faster. A house-sized drop of pre was already pearling at her tip. "But, of course, it's my responsibility. As Ponyville's lead organizer, I'll make—mmh—make sure this town is spotless in time for Spring."
"Well... see that you do." The Mayor nodded slowly, halfway between trust and doubt. She scraped another globule of Twicum off her skirt and made a face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a hot shower, pronto."
As soon as the Mayor was safely out of earshot—and cumshot—Spike turned to Twilight, arms folded, dick tucked safely between his legs. "Hands off."
"Mm?" Twilight's hands slowed, but didn't quite stop. "There's hardly any point to that, Spike. If we're going to clean it up soon, it would be most efficient to—"
"Hands. Off."
"Fine," Twilight grumbled, the ground shaking as her hands crashed to her sides. It was a testament to her alicorn libido that it didn't seem to slow her down at all. Her towering cock remained at the ready, thick veins thrumming and pulsing along its length. Thin (to her!) lines of pre still ran down the sides, gathering in pools at the base of her swollen balls. "You're no fun."
"Someone has to be responsible," he muttered, his erection surging again between his legs. It was just nature, he'd told himself. All dragons knew instinctively to submit to the alpha male, and the thick stallionhood between Twilight's legs had established her as an alpha male a dozen times over. It was only natural he'd be aroused, but he wasn't about to bow down to her any time soon. "Have you figured out a plan yet for wrapping things up?"
"Well..." Twilight bit her lip, clearly stifling a grin. "I've thought about it. Once or twice. In between orgasms." A hand crept slowly back to her throbbing shaft, only to retreat at Spike's angry glare. "I could use my magic to clean the town up in an instant, but that would be against tradition." She sighed in mock-frustration. "Oh well. The only thing we can do is gather the teams up and do it the old-fashioned way. You wouldn't mind helping me with that, would you, Spike?"
"Me!" He nearly choked on the words. The increasingly thick air around Twilight's oversexed body didn't help either. "Why me? It's your mess, Twilight! You should be organizing this!"
"I am!" she giggled. "It's called delegating, Spike. I'm too big to get everyone sorted individually, but once you've got the teams gathered up, I'll be able to direct them myself."
"And what will you be doing while I'm doing your dirty work?"
"Keeping myself in check, of course!" Twilight said. She reclined back, shoving Canterlot mountain a few dozen feet over. "It takes a lot of willpower to keep my new sex drive from getting out of hand."
"What about your dick?" Spike asked pointedly. "Are you going to keep that out of hand, too?"
"No promises." She circled a finger lightly around the slick head of her dribbling cock and sighed. "You know what Celestia said: alicorns must represent the fertility and virility of all their subjects. I'm trying as hard as I can, Spike, but everyone's just so pent up from the winter there's no telling what might happen!" She grinned. "There's only so much I can do to keep myself under wraps, so if you want to make sure I stay out of trouble, you should get a move on."
"But... You...!" Inhale, hold, exhale. Repeat. "...Fine." He could huff and puff all he wanted, but there was no winning an argument with a mare a hundred times taller than he was. "I'll do it. But you'd better try to keep your hands off yourself. If you cheat, I'll know."
"Of course." Twilight nodded. "Now hurry up! Time's a-wasting!"
She didn't have to tell him twice. Spike took off at a brisk pace, careful only not to slip in another puddle of Twilight's cum. If he could make it around town fast enough, he could get back to Twilight well before she had the chance to double the town's workload. He knew everypony's role by heart now, so once he'd found them it only took a minute to yell out their position and move on to the next. "Cloudkicker! Weather Team, Town Center! Carrot Top! Plant Team, Sweet Apple Acres!"
The process was so smooth and automatic that Spike could allow his mind to wander a little. And it didn't take long before he fixated back on Twilight. It was only last year that everything had changed. He could still remember how proud he'd been of himself: a freshly adult dragon, standing a good six feet tall and a solid foot down where it counted. For once in his life, it was Twilight who'd had to look up to him... when she wasn't stealing glances down at his crotch. Those had been the good days, for as long as they'd lasted. Then came her alicorn changes.
"It's only six inches hard," Twilight had said, after waking up with an extra three inches of height and a special package waiting for her. "According to Celestia, that's perfectly natural. I'm hardly a threat to your masculinity, Spike."
Two feet of fat marecock later, with the balls to match, he'd noticed she wasn't saying that anymore. The first symptoms of her libido had followed suit, manifested in mysterious stains left around the house. Library books with stuck pages, her always-soaked sheets, and even dark spots on the ceiling(!) where she'd forgotten to clean. It didn't take long for Twilight's musk, raw sex with the faintest undertone of lavender, to permeate the house. And all the while, the rest of her kept growing.
Celestia had explained it all well enough. Alicorns embodied very primal, very powerful concepts. All that power had to go somewhere. In the majority of cases, it went straight into making more alicorn, and more of a mess to clean. Twilight had insisted on fitting into the house for as long as she could, squeezing her expansive rack and permanent hard-on through doorways much shorter than she was, and leaving trails of musky sexual fluids from the bathroom to the kitchen. That on top of her ever-increasing output. Far more than the shower drains could take, and that was only from the 'accidental' spills she'd left on him. Soon enough, she'd outgrown the house altogether, and cleaning up after her quickly became a full town project.
...Just as it was now. He shuddered, forcing the memories from his head. Thank Celestia it wasn't permanent. In a few more years, Twilight's alicorn magic would stabilize and settle down, allowing her to use the compression spells that kept Celestia and Luna from flooding the whole of Equestria. Only a few more years. He could wait.
"Rarity!" He called, stepping into a darkened Carousel Boutique. The door was unlocked, so he could only assume she was home, but... "Rarity!" He called again. "We need you for the Wrap-Up!"
No response, but he could hear the sounds of something upstairs. He crept up the stairs, edging closer and closer to the source of the noise — Rarity's bedroom door — and knocked to be polite.
"J-just a minute!" came the reply. A blush spread across Spike's cheeks as he realized that Rarity's voice, sophisticated and dignified as always, sounded oddly... haggard. Half a minute later, Rarity was at the door in a loose-fitting bathrobe, her pristine white coat glowing with a sheen of sweat. "Something I can help you with, Spike?"
"Um, um..." The words died in his throat. He swallowed anxiously, not daring to ask the rudest question of his life. He had a mission to focus on. "Rarity! I, um, you..."
"Oh!" Rarity's eyes lit up. "Did you want to help out?" She leaned forward ever so slightly, ample breastflesh held tenuously in check by her bathrobe. His mouth went dry as a flash of pink slipped briefly into view. "It's so good of you to offer, Spikey Wikey. I've just been feeling so... What's the term? Pent up!" She turned to open up the bedroom curtains, revealing windows buried in a thick coating of the white stuff. "And the weather simply hasn't helped matters."
"Y-yeah." Spike nodded dumbly. That was a feeling he knew all too well. Since the beginning of the winter season, Twilight had made it impossible to think of anything but sex. "I know!"
"And it smells so..." Rarity sighed. Whether or not she knew Spike could see, her hand made its way slowly down between her legs. The memory of that pink, pebble-like nipple flashed again in his mind. "It's become a guilty pleasure of mine, seeing Twilight out there. Having such fun. I couldn't expose myself like that, of course, but she! A princess! Mm, well, she's certainly allowed to set the new trends. Don't you think so, Spikey?"
"Um..." He gulped. Rarity looked beyond hot right now, there was no doubt about that, and even in the implicit offer to 'help her out' was something out of his wildest fantasies. Still, it felt like a hole had been pricked in his ego. He'd loved—and maybe even lusted—after Rarity now for longer than he could remember. And now, to learn that Twilight had become Rarity's biggest turn-on... without even trying!
"I..."
"Well, I can see your answer there!" Rarity giggled, glancing down at his sizeable erection. Not three stories tall, but still a foot long. "Why don't the two of us help each other blow off a little steam?" she asked, pouting in that beautiful way she did. "I'm sure Twilight would understand if you took a break."
As if on cue, the whole house shook on its foundations, snapping Spike to attention. "Twilight!" he gasped. Oh no. If alicorns represented the sex drive of their subjects, and even a pony as classy and straight-laced as Rarity was falling victim to her libido... How much time had he wasted here? He needed to get a move on! Another orgasm from Twilight, and...! "I'm sorry, Rarity! I'll have to take a raincheck." He regretted it instantly after he said it, and he knew he'd regret it forever. He wanted Rarity more than any pony in Ponyville, but if he didn't hurry up now, there wouldn't be much of a Ponyville left. "I gotta go!"
"As you wish," Rarity said, looking faintly disappointed. Another moan rocked the house and she bit her lip. "Do lock the door behind you, though."
Spike didn't want to think too hard on that one. He bolted from Carousel Boutique, careful to lock the door behind him, and sprinted out into the cum-soaked streets. There, on the horizon, sat Twilight, her horn aglow, the magic working her three-story shaft in rhythmic strokes. Both hands were wrapped firmly around her expansive, sweat-soaked tits, and her expression practically sang sexual bliss.
Time was of the essence.
Thankfully, the rest of the town had already set themselves to work. Earth ponies, with brushes in hoof, were busily scraping Twilight's cum off the roofs and off the streets. Teams of sticky pegasi struggled to break up massive cloud formations, thickened tremendously with Twilight's juices. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were shouting haphazard orders to the teams, all the while casting wary glances up to Twilight. Soon, it wouldn't matter how clean the town was. Not unless Spike did something about it.
He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, slip-sliding on a couple cum puddles, but not enough to slow him down. At least it wasn't ice. If there was any benefit to Twilight covering the town with her own excess, it was that she'd made it too warm for proper snow. Small blessings.
"Twilight!" He shouted, once he was close enough for her to hear. Eyes off the thick ebony rod pulsing between her legs, throbbing faster and faster with the quickening beat of her heart. Her hands groping and squeezing hill-sized tits, pulling at dark purple nipples with animalistic need. He was a dragon, and his scales could stand up to molten lava, but even a dragon couldn't ignore the stifling heat of her impending orgasm, the welling pools of precum forming at his feet. "Twilight!"
"Oooooh, yes!" A single, extended moan from her was enough to drown him out.
No time to mince words. He stepped forward and put everything he had into a kick aimed at her hefty nutsack. His foot bounced off like he'd kicked the world's biggest pillow, far too small and weak to cause Twilight even slight discomfort. If anything, the kick had only sent her balls into overdrive, swelling ever larger as they churned up still more seed. He could only pray it had been enough to get her attention.
And it had. "Mmm, Spike?" Twilight's massive form shifted ever so slightly, though her tempo remained unchanged. "That you?"
"Twilight!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "What did I say?"
"Hands off the dick," she murmured, biting back another moan. "And... oh! And as you can see, Spike, I've kept true to my, mm, word."
He couldn't hope to see her face from under the shadow of her absurd tits, but he'd swear she was grinning. She shifted again, only a teensy bit forward, but easily enough for her titanic sack to roll over him, burying him under a mass of squishy, sweaty flesh, engulfing his senses in a haze of sexual musk. "No more distractions. I need this!"
Spike kicked and clawed and writhed beneath her, desperate for some escape, but it could only be described as an exercise in futility. Both of Twilight's testes were several times his size and weight, and only expanding as her orgasm drew nearer. The whole situation was hopeless. He couldn't even get out from under her dick, much less stop her from washing Ponyville off the map. Nothing he could do now. Unless...
No! He shut his eyes. No, he wouldn't!
Another moan rumbled down from Twilight's lungs, shaking him to his very core as he bounced around beneath her balls.
...alright, fine! He would!
Spike opened his eyes, staring up the massive expanse of Twilight's body. Up to her house-sized tits, big enough from his viewpoints to swallow the sky. Inhale, hold, and exhale. Repeat. He drank in the air, saturated with the heavy odor of Twilight's sweat, her cum, her sexual need. Every breath reminded him that she was big enough to put the whole town of Ponyville at her mercy. Victim to even her smallest self-indulgent urge. She'd even been blessed with a fat, black marecock, wider than a city block, attended by a pair of balls productive enough to flood a city entirely. It was like something out of his wildest fantasies...
And, loathe as he was to admit it, he wanted that.
The growth was instant. Strength and muscle welled up in his arms, enough to buy his freedom from underneath Twilight's sack. But it didn't stop there. The ground seemed to shrink away from him with every second, his form thrumming outward and upward. The pure sensation of expanding, of the raw power in his new size and the muscles that rippled throughout his body, was easily enough to get him hard. He wrapped a claw around his lengthening rod, savoring the decadent feeling that came with every inch. He could feel it expanding in his claws, his balls churning and expanding with fresh cum of their own.
"Spike... want!"
He wasn't taller than Twilight by the time his growth stopped. He'd never be taller than Twilight again, but there was no point in crying about that. He'd be just at chest height, if she'd been standing, and that was tall enough for him to do what he had to. He looked back at Ponyville, almost totally clean now from Twi's last orgasm, and grumbled. The town would owe him big for this one. Bottoms up.
Twilight had hardly even noticed the growing dragon in front of her, wrapped up as she was in her own pleasure. The first clue she got that she had a partner was Spike's long, sticky tongue wrapping itself around her shaft.
"AH!" Her eyes rolled back in her head, inched that much closer to orgasm. "OH! SPIKE!"
Down and down and down her dick went, plunging deeper and deeper down his gullet. It was only now that he was tall enough to step on a house that Spike could truly appreciate her size, her cock easily filling the tunnel of his throat and then some. Her hand guided him gently as she thrusted in and out, granting him only the briefest respites for breath as warm, salty precum flowed liberally down his throat. Gallon upon gallon, enough to flood a whole town. And all the while, his free claw pawed at his own dick, stroking foot upon foot of thick dragon cock as he built himself up to his own, much quieter orgasm.
"YES!" She screamed, her thrusts building in intensity. Picking up steam, forcing herself further and further down his throat. "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!"
The orgasm, when it came, was immense. Wave upon wave of warm, creamy alicorn cum flowed down his throat, seemingly without end. There was no time for Spike to think about stopping, nor did he have the brainpower to spare, as his own orgasm had blown every last fuse before it could fire, dumping respectable loads of his own fluids on the earth below. All he could do was drink, suckle, and swallow until it stopped...
If it ever did. Twilight's backed-up balls seemed to hold a veritable ocean of cum, and all of it was rushing now into his mouth, clogging the airways with sheer volume. A hot, full feeling blossomed in his stomach as it grew outward, filling his stomach to capacity with piping hot Twibatter.
At last, her orgasm came to an end, the flood of cum thinning down to a stream, then a trickle, and nothing. "Thanks," Twilight groaned, as Spike rolled off her cock, still clutching his triple-thick stomach. "I really needed that."
Spike could only gurgle, too full to offer a snarky rebuttal. It would take a long, long time for him to work this one off. He could feel it. But it didn't matter. The town was safe. Blearily his eyes fell on Ponyville's streets as the last of Twilight's previous orgasm was swept away, her latest orgasm contained safely in his stomach. He thought the Mayor might have pinned a medal to his rapidly softening dick, but he couldn't possibly have leaned down to check.
"You did it, Spike," Twilight said as she gently stroked his scales. "I'm all spent, and Winter's just about wrapped. Take a break now. You've earned it."
And, as he drifted off into his hazy cum-filled coma, Spike could swear he'd heard her giggle. He felt her hot breath on his neck, and the softest whisper in his ear...
"Just be sure you're ready for round two when you wake up."
