The Rise of Demon King Spike

Spike bounced violently across the reinforced cloud path and the crash helmet went flying off into the dark abyss. Sharp claws attempted to grip the spongy surface in vain.

Lateral speed barely abated he once more soared up into the air flying past luminescent rainbow fountains.

With a crack Spike hit the only hard surface available. The impact echoed all throughout the cloud mansion of Rainbow Dash, Ponyville's most awesome weather pony.

Struggling to re-inflate his lungs the dragon lay mostly quietly on the door step. He could hear sounds coming from within the residence. Like an alarmed pegasus woken from a sound sleep.

“Spike?” asked the rainbow maned pony in her night gown and slippers.

“Heya Dash,” answered Spike as he lay still gasping upon the doorstep.

“What are you doing here, how did you even get up here?”

“I have to... talk to you about some stuff.”

“Huh, I don't... I don't get many visitors,” the pegasus looked sheepishly behind her into her residence.

“It's impor- well it's personal stuff.”

“Okay, come on in. Mind the mess.”

Empty takeout boxes littered the every available surface. More dirty laundry then one would expect a usually nude pony to even own was strewn across the floor and furniture. In defiance of science and reason a teryaki carrot stain was permanently etched into a bare section of cloud wall.

Tip toeing past the squalor Spike made his way to the sofa.

“So... what is this 'personal stuff' you wanted to talk about?”

As Spike settled down onto the sofa, a rat looked up at him, it's mouth still filled with pizza box. It didn't appear to be of the pet variety.

“I wanted to ask you about sex,” explained Spike, his eyes never breaking contact with the curious gaze of the rodent.

“Oh! Sex! I have lots of sex! Like all the time!” Dash explained boastfully.

“That's great to hear, because I've been in a bit of a bind. You see I need to start and I have like no idea where to start.”

“... Like you wouldn't even imagine how much sex I have.” The pegasus continued, perhaps without listening to the dragon at all. “I can barely keep the colts off of this!” she finished pointing to her cutiemark with a hoof.

“Oh, that is a relief. Actually, I also need a specific favour.”

“Sure, I mean like what kind of favour?”

“I mean could I have sex with you?”

“What?”

“I mean, if you have sex all the time, then could maybe you could have some with me too? Like some extra to spare maybe?”

“What?”

“It would really be like a big help.”

“I... I... I suppose I could do... that... for you.” The eyes of the blue pegasus darted in every which direction as though in search of escape. “I mean, I have sex like totally all of the time and of course... I could have sex with you, yeah.”

A moment passed with nothing being said or done. A blush burned across Dash's cheeks.

Spike cleared the debris off of the surface of the couch to make room.

“Oh right, we can have sex on the couch. I have sex on the couch all of the time... It's like the sex couch or something.”

Slowly, meekly, one hoof step at a time Dash stepped up onto and laid down upon the couch. Her breathing was ragged and bordering on hyperventilation.

Spike moved behind, steadying himself my gripping a claw onto her haunch. She flinched. He stroked himself to hardness and Dash stared intently at the place between her front hooves.

The rainbow tail was firmly down. Tightly down covering her genitals. It actually took a moment's work to get his claw under it and lift it aside.

“I lied!”

“What?”

“About the sex couch thing, that was totally a lie, I don't- I don't call it that!”

That... while a curious admission, was not entirely relevant to the task at hand.

Spike gently pressed his cocks into Rainbow Dash's marehood and stopped as they hit... something... something kinda firm but that his hips immediately understood he should just push right through.

“Oh Celestia! I lied!”

Spike briefly wondered if he should say or do something. This allowed his hips to steal the initiative and in a moment he was buried to the hilt, his double dongs plunged deep into that tight mare muff.

“Ow! My flower!” The mare exclaimed in pained alarm.

“What?” Spike was suddenly also alarmed and panicking. Sex wasn't supposed to hurt was it? He felt pretty sure that was the case.

“That's what my mom called it!” Dash put her face down into the sofa and put her hooves over her head.

The dragon glanced around uncertainly looking for some clue as to what he should do. He locked eyes with the rat from before. It offered him no answers as it chewed the morsel of food in it's paws.

“Don't judge me!” the mare demanded.

“Okay! I won't!”

“But you did!”

“I didn't, I swear it!”

“Just... Just don't sit there. Just do it!”

Spike thrust again.

“Ow,” squeaked the pegasus in reply.

Another thrust.

“Ow,” again.

Spike looked down. “There's blood!”

“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! For Celestia's sake just... do me!”

Horrified Spike fucked the mare. Every thrust was answered with an “ow.” Her face was still buried into the couch and he was pretty certain that she was crying. Not knowing what else he could do he just did as he was told and kept on going.

The rat placidly watched. It also chewed but mostly, it watched.

Finally Spike came heralding the end of this trial.

A gentle shake failed to provoke any reaction from the pegasus. She was either passed out cold or determined to fake it.

He found a bathroom and washed the blood off of his cocks. Then he found an unmade bed and took the blanket down to the living room and tucked Dash in.

Trapped till he could get Dash to help him to the ground he looked around the interior of the mansion. He locked eyes again with the rat.

Then for the next eight hours, Spike cleaned.

He threw out the take-out cartons. He scrubbed the walls and the floors. He did the laundry. He made a cage for the rats and poured them in.