A Dragon and his Pony

by Borealium

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike, Rumble, Sex
Length: 2126

Rumble wants Spike to be more than just a friend. Thankfully for him, Spike feels the same way.

Rumble's good friend and long-time crush, Spike, is coming over to watch a movie with him. Rumble hopes this will finally give him the opportunity to take their friendship a step further

It's been a long time since they've seen each other, though, and Spike had gone through quite a growth spurt. Rumble isn't complaining, though.

Contains: muscle, gay smut (m/m), anal, muscle, hyper dick, tiny bit of cumflation.

All characters involved are at least 18 years of age.

Cover art from an image by Saurian.

Commission for anonymous.

Published 2016-01-21 00:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-21 00:00:04 UTC

More than friends

“And that concludes the Ponyville News.”

Jeez, this had been a slow day. It seemed funny to Rumble how time seemed to slow when he was waiting for something good to happen.

Will he even show up?

His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.

“Coming!”

Rumble practically pranced across the room, struggling to contain his excitement (and, he admitted to himself, more than a little anticipation).

He unlatched the door and swung it open, expecting he’d be looking straight into Spike’s eyes.

“Hey Spike! Good to s-”

He was actually talking to Spike’s enormous pecs. Huh. He could have sworn Spike was a pretty small guy, much like himself. He looked up. Then up some more, finally settling on the dragon’s handsome face, his emerald eyes regarding him.

“Uh, heh, hey Rumble. You okay?”

Rumble quickly realized he was staring, and gave his head a quick shake to snap himself out of his trance.

“Oh! Um, yeah! Yeah, I’m great. Sorry. Just remember you being a little, uh, smaller, I guess?”

It had been a while since they’d seen each other, and Spike had to admit there was quite a big size difference between the two. He wasn’t just taller, though, he had grown bigger in practically every way.

“Hah, I suppose I’ve gotten a little bigger. It’s a dragon thing, we all go through it eventually. To be honest, being that short wasn't a whole lot of fun. I’m happy I’ve finally… filled out a bit.”

Rumble’s eyes were glazed over as he took in every inch of the staggeringly large wall of muscle filling his field of view. Spike’s over-sized pecs, huge slabs of meat pushing his shirt up and out, leaving the bottom of his chiseled abs exposed, the enormous swell of each bicep threatening to tear through the arms of his shirt at a moment’s notice, his equally powerful legs making his pants seem painted on. Rumble was almost drooling.

“I’m happy too... for you! Please, come in.”

Rumble’s strange demeanor wasn’t lost on Spike. He was almost certain that the little stallion in front of him liked what he saw, in a big way. What Rumble didn’t know was that the feeling was mutual.

“Thanks, buddy.”

Spike squeezed himself through the doorway, hips just brushing against the frame. As he passed, Rumble’s gaze fell inexorably downward.

Holy shit.

Spike’s ass was spectacular. Perfect in every way - firm, round, simply immense. It looked like his jeans were really fighting to keep it in.

Spike sat himself down on the couch, it groaned but held his immense weight. He motioned for Rumble, who had just been standing and watching, to join him.

“C’mon, little guy.”

If anyone else had called him little he’d be more than a little annoyed. But with Spike, it just made his heart melt. He leapt over, slotting in beside his huge friend, enjoying the warmth from the contact with his big, meaty thigh pushing against his.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

Rumble started up the movie, Last Equine Hero, a mindless fest of explosions, guns and car chases - things that both of them could appreciate.

Rumble found it hard to concentrate on the film, though. He kept stealing glances at the beefy dragon taking up three quarters of his couch - Spike was doing the same with him.

Between glances, Rumble could swear that the big, fat bulge straining against the hunk’s jeans was getting bigger and bigger. Less than half an hour into the film, he could take no more. He tentatively reached out towards Spike’s chest, but stopped, hovering near it. He looked up at Spike’s face, partially hidden by the shelf of his pecs.

“Go for it. Heck, I need this as much as you.”

Rumble frowned.

“Really?”

Spike leaned back and chuckled.

“I’m not gonna turn down a bit of fun with the cutest, most handsome stallion I know.”

Rumble was awe-struck.

“Wow. Thanks, Spike. I got nothin’ on you, though.

“Not until you get that hand of yours on me.”

Rumble laid his hand gently on the immense pectoral muscle, the surface almost soft to the touch, but not far beneath was rock-hard with thick muscle. He rolled Spike’s shirt up, slowly revealing every perfect detail of the dragon’s shredded torso.

“Shit, you’re ripped.”

Spike flexed an arm casually, the monstrous bicep swelling and peaking.

“Hehe, I guess you could say that.”

Rumble’s eyes fell upon the big, fat nipple capping the pec nearest to him. Without hesitating he wrapped his arms as far as they would go around Spike’s broad chest, and leaned into him. His lips clamped around the impressive nipple, and he sucked. Spike was taken by surprise and could only utter something between a shout and a moan.

“F-fuck! Man, you’re eager.”

After a little more caressing with his lips and tongue, Rumble released the swollen nipple. He looked at the now-enormous bulge in Spike’s jeans.

“By the looks of it, so are you. Why don’t you let your buddy there out to play?”

Spike undid the zipper of his jeans, revealing an enormous cock coiled up inside his boxers, straining to be released. Rumble, wasting no time, gripped it and began to rub, eliciting a moan from its owner.

“Fuck, that feels great already. Keep going, Rumble. Please!”

Rumble pulled the boxers down and the beast uncoiled itself, rising higher and higher, the entirety of its two foot length pulsing and twitching in front of him. Rumble stuffed the head into his mouth and caressed the slit with his dexterous tongue - all Spike could do was moan aloud, squeezing and massaging his substantial pecs as his little buddy sucked him off.

With a pop, Rumble pulled off. Spike looked down, almost whining at the break in contact with Rumble’s soft lips.

“Mmff… what’s up?”

A loud explosion from the television made them both look up. Rumble thought this’d be much more enjoyable in the bedroom.

“This is great and all, but how about we kick it up a notch?”

At the suggestion Spike’s dick lurched, a wad of hot, sticky pre coating Rumble’s hand, still gripping the shaft’s incredible girth.

“Oh, hell yes. Let’s do it before you make me bust a nut, you damn tease.”

Spike carefully folded his immense length back into his jeans and did up the button, then stood and made his way to the stairs.

“Jeeeeez, that thing is incredible.”

Spike looked over his shoulder, Rumble eyeing his thick, bubbly glutes.

“Oh, this?”

With a whap he brought his hand down and squeezed one of the meaty, rotund cheeks.

“Yeah, I kinda like it. It’s a pain getting pants to fit sometimes, kinda sticks out…”

Rumble nestled in beside him and laid a hand over that bodacious behind, savouring its perfect balance of firmness and softness.

“That’s a pretty good problem to have in my book. C’mon, let’s get upstairs. You first.”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“Just in case you didn’t get a good enough look already, huh?”

He stepped forward and starting climbing, his broad shoulders barely an inch away from each wall. A few steps behind, Rumble’s vision was filled with that flawless muscle booty.

Spike made it to the top, and Rumble sprang past, opening his bedroom door. He leapt on to the bed and laid out, arms behind his head.

“This cushy enough for you, big guy?”

Spike just grinned and walked over, each foot step making the whole room shake.

“I’ll say.”

Barely able to contain himself at the sight of that cute little white stallion laid out before him, he practically pounced on to him.

“Whoa-oof!”

Thank fuck we’re on a bed, thought Rumble as the mountain of dragon beef collided with him, the springs underneath cushioning the impact.

“Damn.”

Rumble had a first-class view of Spike’s incredibly developed torso, each muscle bulging, his pectorals heaving with each breath.

“C’mere, you.”

Spike wrapped his arms around Rumble’s smooth, lithe body, his flawless bluish-gray coat velvety to the touch.

He let himself slowly down, their lips meeting in a warm embrace.

Rumble was already in heaven. He never thought this day would come, but here he was, making out with his biggest crush.

Before long, Spike’s firm, pointed tongue had speared between Rumble’s pliable lips, and both their tongues danced as the kiss intensified.

Rumble reached around and groped Spike’s big bubble butt, who immediately moaned into this mouth.

If Rumble was in heaven, Spike was just coming through the gates. He’d never had an experience like this, and regretted not doing it until now. This was wonderful.

He gently broke the kiss, staring deep into Rumble’s twinkling purple eyes.

“You ready?”

Rumble knew what he meant. He just smiled and nodded, giving Spike’s scaled arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Okay, awesome.”

Spike rolled over and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulling his shirt off. Rumble watched in awe as the muscles in his broad back flexed and relaxed with each little movement. Then he remembered he should probably undress too.

Spike pulled off his jeans. He looked himself over in the mirror opposite, turning this way and that. His boxers felt pretty tight, with his lengthy, girthy member, and his large behind, his underwear was severely taxed.

He was relieved when they came off too, his massive body completely unrestrained. He could see that he was still rock-hard, his penis nestled between his pecs as if it were trying to get his attention. He turned, and saw Rumble was as turned on as he was, his respectable eight inches standing erect in front of him. His entire body was pleasing to the eye; toned, perhaps a tad feminine. Spike liked it a lot.

Rumble bent forward, arms and chest resting against the soft bedding.

“‘Kay, I think I’m ready. Go slow, alright?”

Spike nodded sincerely, even though Rumble couldn’t see him.

“Of course, I’d never hurt you, Rumble.”

Rumble smiled softly. He thought he’d shed a tear if he wasn’t so turned on.

“Okay. Then I’m ready.”

Spike steadied his rock-hard, pre-oozing shaft with one hand, stepped forward, and rested his other hand on Rumble’s hip.

Slowly, gently, he inched his hips forward, his tip meeting Rumble’s tight hole. With another little push, the tip entered.

“Hmnnn…”

The pleasure coursing through Rumble soon made him relax, making Spike’s progress a little easier.

“Mm, damn, you’re tight.”

He pushed a little more, the first three inches now inside his friend.

Rumble was almost in pain, but any discomfort was smothered by a blanket of bliss as the dragon’s shaft eased its way in. Before long, fully half of it was inside him. Every now and again he clenched involuntarily, sending bolts of pleasure up Spike’s monolithic dick.

“Phew. Okay, here we go.”

Spike pulled back a few inches, then pushed.

“Ah~oh!”

Rumble was on cloud nine, the sensation of being filled so completely sending a tingle down his spine.

Again, Spike pulled back, and thrust again, a little harder and a little faster each time.

“Yes, yessss…”

A minute in, Rumble felt like he was being pounded by a freight train. The whole room shook with each of Spike’s mighty thrusts, Rumble’s rear slowly but surely becoming accustomed to the huge invader.

“So… tight… fuck…”

Spike’s fat, heavy nuts were slapping against Rumble’s legs with each push, his incredible girth lubricated with pre sliding faster and faster, in and out, in and out.

“Getting… nggh, pretty-Gah! Close!”

Rumble was too, but he found he could only moan as he was pounded senseless.

With a final guttural roar, Spike shoved himself down to the hilt into Rumble’s ass.

His entire length shuddered and convulsed, before the tip, buried deep inside Rumble, swelled and shook, disgorging a great gout of hot jizz directly into Rumble’s insides.

“Shit! Holy shit yes!”

A brief pause, then another huge blast of cum spurted out, Rumble’s belly beginning to distend slightly. The feeling of being filled up even more than he already had been sent him over the edge.

“Oh gods! Ohhhnnn…!”

His own length shuddered, recoiling as he spilled his own load over the sheets.

Their cries of ecstasy slowly died down along with their orgasms. Rumble’s arms collapsed and he fell forward, Spike falling on top of him.

Weak at the knees, Spike just managed to pull himself up and out.

He stood shakily, then plopped himself down beside Rumble, still face-down and taking slow, deep breaths.

“Fuck. That was awesome. You alright, Rumble?”

Rumble’s response was muffled against the bed covers.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m more than alright.”

Spike grinned.

“Good, ‘cus we’re totally doing this again some time.”