Author's Note

This one's a bit more obvious of my fetishes than most. Welp... Enjoy!

Playtime

What Spike was about to do was going to be a one time thing about… ten times ago. As he entered Carousel Boutique and flipped on the light switch before calling out to assure that neither Rarity nor Sweetie Belle were home, he placed his clawed hand against his chest to feel his beating heart. The place was quiet, and empty, and this marked the tenth time that he had come without Rarity’s permission in the two months she had been in and out of Canterlot on business related to her passion.

With him, he held a bag. He found himself gnawing the inside of his cheek with his spiked teeth and fiddling with the handle by scratching his claws against it. Just carrying the bag through Ponyville had always felt like he had to sneak behind trees and bushes and jump from venders cart to venders cart so not to be seen, however not once had he been stopped nor questioned. When he walked through the shop and assured that every window was closed he felt an excitement brew within him that he couldn’t quite help. It was nervous, and excited, and joyful, and he was sparked suddenly with the idea of being caught in what he was about to do. He half considered cracking open one of the blinds in hopes a pony did walk by and see him. He decided against even faster than the idea popped into his head.

“Hello?” Spike called out just one last time to be positive. He had locked the door, but he double and then triple checked that it was still the case. It didn’t… have to be Rarity’s that he went to for these urges, he supposed, it just seemed the most fitting. For as he drew closer to what he had begun to call the center stage, where a ponnequin usually sat, he looked to all the mirrors that surrounded it. The elevated circle in the middle was bare, but it was usually where Rarity both displayed and worked on her most recent dresses. But Spike didn’t care about that, he cared about the mirrors…

He sat at the end of the circle and began giggling nervously to himself. He had grown up over the years, and was eighteen now. But even still he felt nervous and child-like in the sense of what he was about to do. He put one of his clawed feet over the other and scraped the top with his toes as he fiddled with his thumbs. He let himself gather his thoughts and nerves before opening the small yellow bag that he had brought with him.

Spike swallowed a lump in his throat when he pulled out two snow-white stockings, a pair of purple panties a few shades darker than his own scales, and a black collar. He giggled again when he saw them, and another rush of that same thrill coursed through his veins at an alarming pace. The assortment of items was a mix of things that didn’t look like they belonged together very well, and that’s because he had gotten all three items from different places. The collar he had bought on his one, though when the vender recognized him and asked when he got a dog Spike stuttered something about chocolate chip cookies he knew he had somehow temporary fried his mind trying to answer.

He touched the collar and lifted it, giggling as he put it around his neck. He looked at himself in the mirror and sat back as he ran the tip of his claw on the edge. The feeling was tender and made him squirm.

The stockings were a pair that Rarity had asked him to throw out because she had made them too small and awkwardly fitting for a pony. But the fabric was so soft, and in secret Spike had tried them on. The feeling of the soft, delicate fabric against his soles as he ran them up his leg one by one until they reached his upper thighs still made his heart pound. The feeling was starting to become much more focused on one thing now, and that was the stirring between his legs. Now he was beginning to think about how if he were caught it’s be harder and harder to explain. He put one foot on top of the other and felt his tail swish back and forth as he resisted the urge to touch what was growing between his legs just yet.

The panties he had also bought on his own. On the day he had turned eighteen and had been battling thoughts of dressing up, when Rarity’s stockings and the collar hadn’t been enough, he walked right into Ponyville’s sexstore at the end of town and bought himself three pairs. The purple were his favorite. When he slipped them up and over his soft stockings the fabric stroked his scaled near his rump and were just big enough to comfortably fit his hardening cock. He sat on the circular stage and spread his legs only slightly to look at himself in the mirror. He touched between his legs at his dragon cock and ran his claws over the delicate fabric of the panties and let his tongue fall from his mouth.

Spike hadn’t stroked in days. Nothing aroused him enough ever since he had begun to sneak in here and dress up. His mind was beginning to think less logically, so he rolled over on the stage onto all fours and pulled his tail aside with one hand. He looked back at the mirror at his rump and then laid with his face on the floor and rump still in the air in order to squeeze his cheeks. They were chubby, and his claws sunk into them as if he were squeezing a plastic baggie filled with pudding. While he had grown up, both taller and a bit thinner, his rump had remained soft and chubby, smooth and delicate. He ran the tips of his claws under his panties and whimpered softly.

He tried to imagine it wasn’t his hand. He wasn’t sure who to imagine, as nopony he could think of had fingers like him. But he had in the past years grown more adventurous with his fantasies. Right now he was able to stare at his rump blanketed in his panties and run the tip of his finger to the area between his tailhole and his cock and balls. He ran his claw against the area and felt his knees grow weak like jelly. He spread his legs slightly and wiggled his toes against the soft, delicate fabric of his stockings and ran his finger up to the chubby crack where his hole laid.

“Y-Yes, I like being the main act…” Spike mumbled softly, thinking of himself on stage surrounded by ponies who watched him. It was a new fantasy, one he hadn’t thought of until these past two months. But the mirrors made him stare at himself and stare at just how… slutty, he had become. He didn’t like the word, but even thinking about it made his cock grow harder still.

Spike squeezed his rump with three of his fore fingers and began rubbing the entrance to his hole with his index finger. It sent waves of pleasure through his system that he wasn’t able to quite ignore. His toes curled, and his eyes squeezed shut.

And then he heard popping.

Spike opened his eyes and removed his hand from his rump fast before sitting up quickly. He was suddenly on high alert, his tail smacking against the stage a bit too hard in a horrid attempt to hide him shame that resulted only in him hurting his tail. He bit back a yell and looked around the room. It sounded like… well…

“Oh, do go on,” A voice teased.

Spike then saw it. At first he didn’t see the owner of the voice, only a bright red and white popcorn machine that was filled with popcorn and overflowing a bit onto the floor. But next to it he sat Discord, who was sitting in a lawnchair with a large bucket of popcorn made out of solid bark not cardboard and throwing fistfuls of popcorn into his mouth. He raised his gryphon-like hand and waved to Spike.

“Isn’t it poor acting to look at the audience on stage?” Discord asked with a frown appearing on his face. “Honestly I’m thinking of demanding a ref-”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Spike's brain suddenly kicked into high gear when he fell off the stage in his panic. He landed on his head, and sat with his legs spread and cock slipping free from his panties. It was such a cliche way to fall with how he was dressed filled with nothing but embarrassment that Spike was positive Discord had rigged his fall. He rolled over and crawled behind the stage where Discord couldn’t see him. He ripped his collar off so fast that the metal actually broke off and he was halfway through tearing off one of his stockings when he heard Discord laugh, and it made him freeze.

“Can’t you see, I have my ticket right here!”

And then suddenly a piece of paper spawned right in front of Spike’s eyes.

“GAH!” Spike shouted in shock.

The paper was a ticket, and for some reason there was a large kiss mark in red lipstick on it. Under the red he was able to make out words, and when he took it in his shaking paws a blush spread right across his cheeks to the point where he was positive he might start breathing fire. He held the ticket away, fearful that he might actually do so and send it straight to Celestia.

“Sexy Chubby Cheeks. An art play by Spikey-Wikey.”

He crumpled the paper and threw it away, and Discord made a sort of disappointed “Awwww” noise. The way he drew out the ‘w’ made Spike’s blood boil just a bit. His eyes were stinging out of embarrassment and when he touched his panties in an attempt to pull them off his cock was still hard.

“I paid so much for a front row seat to those chubby cheeks!” Discord whined and Spike actually heard him slither closer until his head popped up from the other end of the circular stage. He had a smile on his face and half narrowed eyes that he wiggled his eyebrows at Spike when their eyes met. Spike covered his crotch with both claws and looked away. “I’m your biggest fan, after all. Twice a week, sometimes skipping one. But I’m always here for the show.”

“Y-You’re lying,” Spike spat. The thought of being seen all those times was… despite the fact that his cock was growing hard, possibly the most embarrassing idea he had ever heard in his life. The things he moaned during those times, the ways he had spread himself and touched himself.

“I was truly hoping you would have brought your big purple friend this time,” Discord purred and licked at his lips. He ran his avian-like taloned hand to Spike’s leg and when he touched it, the stockings began to form tiny pink polka dots, which then turned purple, and then yellow. Spike was suddenly too paralyzed with what Discord had said to move. “The way your cheeks spread and bounced when you thrust him in and out. So naughty.”

“I...I…” Spike stuttered, unable to think properly. Discord was running the tips of the pointy fingers down Spike’s leg and to the bottom of his sole. He took the foot in his fist and began massaging it gently, making sure to squirm his claws between Spike’s foot. Spike felt his lips wiggle, and his toes squirm in Discord’s grasp. He was running his thumb up Spike’s sole against his arch and leaning his head on his lion-like paw and smiling so… devilishly. “Please don’t tell Rarity… or Twilight or anypony.”

“Oh, me?” Discord placed his lion paw against his chest and put a shocked look onto his face. He snapped his fingers and a halo of light appeared above his head. “But I’m just a widdle angel! I would never dream of blackmailing a dragon with such cute, chubby cheeks.”

“S-Stop calling them that!” Spike snapped. He wasn’t sure if he stuttered out of embarrassment or the fact that Discord was both holding his ankle hostage in his constantly color changing stockings and tickling his sole ever so slowly. Spike was between crying out of embarrassment or giggling from the torment. He tried to squirm his foot away, but Discord’s grip was like iron.

“Oh?” Discord asked, and suddenly the lights went dark. Spike jumped a bit as something magically poofed next to him that looked like a projector, and something began playing on the white shade of Rarity’s window.

It was a full color movie, and Spike saw himself come into the screen, dressed very similar to how he was now. He was bent over the stage and slapping his clawed hand down against his rump. The camera zoomed in and focused on the way his rump jiggled and bounced with every whine and jump and smack he did. Spike closed his eyes and tried to look away, though Discord was now running his avian hand up to Spike’s chest and running his claws delicately under Spike’s chin.

“Ah!” The Spike on the video called out.

He remembered that day. He remembered the desire to know what it felt like to have his rump spanked until it stung, and how hard he had came when he was so red in the cheeks that even sitting hurt for the next hour. He had spent over an hour cleaning Rarity’s stage so not to be discovered in the most embarrassing way… well, what he thought at the time could be the most embarrassing way.

“Delightful,” Discord purred. “You’ve aged fine, little dragon. Such development in all the right places. You like a show, don’t you? That’s why you come here and stare at yourself? I know, I’m quite arousing myself so I do it all the time.”

“T-This is blackmail,” Spike mumbled the accusation.

“No, no,” Discord shook his head and took Spike’s chin in his talons. “I can’t help it I happened to be searching through Rarity’s belongings as a friend would do to see if I could mess anything up with a little polka dot charm to scare her! It’s in my JOB, Spikey-Wikey Chubby Cheeks.”

Spike blushed. He wanted more than anything to stop, but around Discord with how he was dressed and how hard his cock was pressing to the palms of his hands and making them slightly damp with the pre that leaked and stained his panties he found it difficult.

“I want to play with you,” Discord whispered, and ran his fingers along Spike’s neck until Spike let out an awkward half giggle half grunt and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, do you know the ages it’s been since I’ve been around a dragon as developed as you? Normal dragons are so uncivilized, but you are in your prime and so… house trained.”

“A-Arf!” Spike shouted.

That wasn’t what he meant to say. Discord had replaced his voice with the uncanny sound of a dog barking. Discord smiled devilishly again and stared laughing, and very loudly at that. Spike slapped both hands over his mouth and thus, exposed his cock still shrouded in the purple of his panties.

“No need to be so eager,” Discord giggled. “Both verbally and physically, it seems.”

“C-C’mon!” Spike coughed, finding his true voice once more as Discord touched the outline of Spike’s panties against his waist. “Stop making fun of me and just let me go! You’re not allowed to tell anypony or… Or I’ll…”

“Honestly embarrassing you beyond your wits is so boring and non chaotic.” Discord groaned and let out a horse-like whinny. “It’s no fun if it’s something you enjoy but are too embarrassed to admit. Honestly back in my youth ponies and dragons fucked in the streets with no shame. Now it’s so content and… civilized. It’s no fun to expose you for your desires like that.”

“Then what do you want?” Spike asked.

“As I said,” Discord slipped one of his lion-like talons under the side of Spike’s panties and pulled at them slightly. Spike grabbed his paw and held it back with shaking hands. “To play. It’s so easy to get with ponies these days. So many are into interspecies work. We have ponies plowing a gryphon and gryphons plowing a pony, but very few dragons about. Especially ones as cute as you.”

“D-Do you… really think I’m…” Spike shook his head, ignoring that part. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

“How about I… give you a little taste?” Discord raised his brow and licked at his lips. “As boring as it is, I won’t hypnotize you. I’ve seen what you want, and it’s far sexier to make you admit it, don’t you agree?”

Spike curled his toes and loosened his fingers from Discord’s paw. He couldn’t believe what he was saying, what he was about to say. Why he wanted it so bad was still a mystery to him.

“Maybe,” He answered sheepishly.

Discord suddenly grabbed Spike with both his hands and lifted his high into the air. Spike shouted in surprise, but Discord pushed him down back onto the small stage, and he was suddenly blinded by a bright lime-light that wasn’t there before. Everyplace else in the boutique was suddenly pick black, and Spike heard the sound of a clapping hooves stamping against the crowd as though he were on a real stage. He could barely make out Discord’s face under the bright light that was hot enough to make him sweat.

“As I said, I paid for front stage tickets,” Discord said, and ran his talon down Spike’s leg to the stocking he had pulled down and pulled it right back up. The light above him dimmed just enough for Spike to see Discord clearly, though the demi-god was now wearing a pair of sunglasses and smiling at Spike still. Spike looked down past his tenting panties and to his stockings, now a bright pink.

“Oh, one last thing,” Discord giggled. He touched Spike’s neck and something tightened around it, a new collar, this one bright red with a little name tag around it that Discord took in his claws and said “Chubby Cheeks” in a seductive tone.

“D-Discord…” Spike mumbled, fearful he might not be heard under the roar of the clapping crowd. He knew the crowd was fake, but he was paralyzed with nerves and excitement and… still very, very hard. Discord took Spike’s hands with his one, one fuzzy one taloned, and pushed them to the circle stage above Spike’s head. He pushed them together and snapped his fingers before a rope that appeared from nowhere began to move on it’s own and tie them together. They were held above his head by an invisible, magical force.

“Should I continue, Chubby Cheeks?” Discord questioned, his eyes making it clear he had no doubt Spike would say yes. And Spike did, with a very quiet, nervous yes that Discord took as his opportunity to place both paws on Spike’s chest. He started at Spike’s shoulders and looped his thumbs around to run through his smooth, scaled armpits. He reached his head down and pressed his strange, alien lips to Spike’s cheek and then stuck out his long dragon like tongue and slithered it around Spike’s neck and down to his chest. Spike shivered and felt his body shake with the strange feeling before Discord retracted it.

“So tasty,” Discord purred. He blinked, and Spike felt something cold on the center of his belly. It was whipped cream. “Spoiling me, dessert before dinner.”

“D-Discord, wha… O-Oh Celestia…” Spike stuttered as Discord ran his muzzle down Spike’s chest and to his belly. He opened his mouth and licked at the whipped cream until Spike was trying not to giggle at the tongue licking his flesh and teeth grazing against the skin near his belly button. Even when it was all gone Discord continued to lick and nibble the area as if he couldn’t get enough.

Spike knew he was being tantalized and tormented, it was clear by how the thumbs stroked his bare armpits and how Discord licked his belly and now chest. It was ticklish and electrifying all at once. But still, the feeling was so… alien yet erotic. His toes curled in his soft stockings which were now a bright red. His panties had remained constantly purple.

Discord brought his muzzle to Spike’s left armpit and let his tongue lick it a few times. Spike bit at his lower lip and giggled steadily. Discord breathed in the scent and nibbled the skin a bit until Spike began to squirm, and then he went to kissing Spike near his neck at his collar. Discord’s paws were now at his sides and squeezing around his waist, his claws big enough to wrap around nearly all of Spike’s body, and pressed the tips of his fingers and paws against Spike’s lower back near the base of his tail.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve played with a dragon,” Discord mumbled and ran his fingers steadily down Spike’s chest and then to the bottom of his panties right where his stockings nearly met. “You have far too many advantages. Scales mean no fur in my teeth when I nibble your body all over…. It also means…”

Discord ran his fingers down lower to Spike’s knees, and then to his ankles which were just over the edge of the stage. Spike tried to look down, but his tenting erection made it difficult to see what Discord was doing. He began to feel a claw stroke up the sole of his foot and to the tips of his claws. His stockings had returned to a white color and now Discord was massaging the foot slowly, squeezing it in his entire avian hand and smiling.

“What are you doing?” Spike asked, his toes squirming in Discord’s grasp. He didn’t get an answer.

Discord grabbed his left foot by the ankle and lifted it in a way that Spike thought he couldn’t bend until Discord was able to reach down his head and press the stocking covered foot to his muzzle.

“Oh gosh,” Spike whined and squirmed his foot. He couldn’t tell if the sensation was ticklish or just alien, but it was making his spines and scales stand up on end. He closed his eyes and pulled on the ropes holding his wrists hostage not out of a desire to break free, but out of a desire to squirm. He panted gently as he held back giggles when Discord stuck out his tongue and ran it against the fabric of the stocking.

“Do you like it when I lick your feet?” Discord asked, and gave Spike a teasing look. “Ponies only have hooves. How boring, don’t you agree?”

“It feels weird!” Spike didn’t mean for what he said to sound close to a yell, but he said it so fast out of fear he would betray just how much he wanted to start giggling. “I-I think I like it, though?”

It sounded like a question, as if he weren’t quite sure.

Discord was running his claws against the sole of his foot under the fabric and with his other lion-like paw he reached down near Spike’s panties and pulled the stocking from his other foot down. When he was at the end of his foot Spike squeezed the fabric in his toes, but Discord hardly paid mind and pulled it off. When he grabbed Spike’s other ankle. His now bare, purple foot was wiggling in front of Discord’s face before Discord pushed both his covered and bare one together and brought them to his muzzle. Discord let out his tongue and let it slide against both soles until Spike gave up, and began giggling.

“Pfff… hehehe…” Spike whined and wiggled his toes. Discord was busy running his thumb across Spike’s bare foot when he sighed and placed it down, to which Spike quickly pressed his feet together and scrunched them.

“That’s been in my system for about a thousand years,” Discord laughed. Spike wasn’t sure if he should too, so he simply blushed and shrugged awkwardly. “Now, tell me, would you like me to finally pay attention to your big, chubby cheeks, Chubby Cheeks?”

“Uh… Yeah,” Spike nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat. Discord placed his avian-like hand against Spike’s cock and squeezed at the head. He slipped his fingers under the seem of the panties and pulled, revealing Spike’s flesh colored cock and balls that sat directly under. Discord ran his thumb at the bottom half and smirked. He took his lion paw and ran it under Spike’s body between his legs and began to squeeze.

“Turn over,” Discord ordered.

Spike did as he was told without really being sure why. When he turned over Discord pulled his cock between his legs so it was still visible, and laying against the stage. His pantied were awkwardly scrunched up and pressing against what Discord had been calling his chubby cheeks. They were purple, and glistened slightly under the glow of the limelight.

Discord licked his finger and then pressed the tip of his paw deep against the squishiest part of his rump and actual steam rose in a “tssss” motion. Spike squirmed a little, but Discord was already running his thumbs against the underside of Spike’s tail and squeezing the squishy area to pull and mush and simply play with. He tapped it a few times and bogo sounds that Discord must have conjured arose.

“I could play with this for hours,” Discord growled, and reached down his avian paw to someplace between his legs. Without his cock blocking his view anymore, Spike was able to see Discord’s cock, hard and ready. He placed it down against the stage directly between Spike’s paws in such a way that he was able to feel the fleshy skin against his sole.

“Really?” Spike asked suddenly, trying not to show how much he was blushing. “Hours?”

“Days, maybe,” Discord smiled. “Time is different when you’ve over a thousand years old. Days can pass in what feels like seconds if you have such chubby, purple cheeks to entertain you.”

He pushed Spike’s tail aside and began to pull at said chubby cheeks until Spike felt his hole become exposed. Discord snapped his fingers and then before spike a giant open jar with a piece of table scribbled on with ink saying “lube” appeared. Discord stuck in his thick, lion-like finger and made sure to have it become fully lubricated before returning to Spike’s rump.

“Can you warn me when yo- A-AH!” Spike couldn’t finish before Discord pushed in his thick, furry finger into Spike’s rump. It went in deep and pushed against his cheeks. Discord twisted his finger, and Spike cried out in both pain and pleasure. His toes curled, and stroked against Discord’s cock without meaning too.

“Oh, Celestia t-thats… w-warm,” Spike stuttered through the pain. It was true, it was warm. Warmer than the toys he had used and warmer than his own fingers due to the fuzzy exterior. It was thick too, and pushed against his walls unwillingly as he tried to relax and loosen himself.

“Bzzzzzz….” Discord suddenly started to buzz like a bee. Spike was just about to ask what on earth Discord was doing when he felt it. The finger in his rump began to vibrate. Like a toy, but somehow word thanks to how Discord was pushing the finger in and out of Spike’s hole. The vibrations hit his walls and teased him mercilessly as he dug his claws into the palms of his hands and began to pant, pulling at the magically taut rope and whining loudly the more Discord played with his… chubby cheeks. He was using his free hand to squeeze and rake his avian-like claws over his rump and Spike wasn’t positive how much torment he could take. His cock was making a mess on the stage in a pool of pre.

Discord then pulled out, and Spike felt the magic in the rope vanish almost as fast as the rope. He pulled his hands close and sat with his cheek against the stage panting, his rump still being squeezed. When Discord rose and floated to before spike the dragon got onto his knees and stared. Discord grabbed his shoulder and smirked before grabbing his cock in his other hand. It was large, and like a dragon’s.

“Will you lick it?” Discord asked. “I believe you’ve teased me to the point it’s necessary.”

“Yes,” Spike answered quickly. And suddenly the fake crowd cheered. Spike might have blushed if he wasn’t panting so hard under the heat of the limelight. He swallowed hard, and when Discord presented his cock by floating until it was right before his face he grabbed it with both his hands to steady himself and then licked the head. Discord made lustful, moaning purs at every lick and stroke he gave with his claws. And then he reached his lion paw down in front of Spike’s eyes and wiggled the fingers before snapping them. A strange white portal appeared and he put his hand through it. Spike jumped when he felt the furry fingers stroke his rump once more.

Spike licked Discord’s cock, and felt his toes curl when not one, but two fingers entered his hole this time. The remaining two pushed and pinched at his chubby cheeks but Spike was focused on the pleasure of the vibrations returning. As he sucked the head of Discord’s large cock he ran his hands up and down the base of the shaft and touched Discord’s furry balls. When he pumped Discord’s cock Discord pushed it into Spike’s mouth, and Spike was able to get the head plus three more inches in before it was too much. He sucked, and squirmed his backside to try and stimulate the feeling of the fingers pumping in and out of him. And just when he was able to moan, Discord pulled out his cock to let him.

“Mmmm…” Spike tried to stutter the sound but before he knew it he was back on his knees and submitting to the fingers.

Discord pulled his hand from the portal and dipped his avian like fingers into the lube before running it up his cock. He wiggled his eyebrows, and presented spike with a satin pillow to rest his head on.

“I hear some ponies like to bite pillows when they get properly plowed.” Discord chuckled. Spike might have thrown a glare if he wasn’t already grabbing at his chubby cheeks and pulling them apart for Discord. He was too horny to think of anything else, so he began to stroke his own cock with his free hand.

Discord settled behind Spike and piled up at his tail so he could position his cock properly at Spike’s hole. He ran his avian fingers against Spike’s foot and up his leg until he rested on the chubby rump and pressed the head of his cock against it.

“Nghnnn…” Spike whined, and while he didn’t bite the pillow he did muffle his moans into it. Discord pushed in slowly, and Spike ran his fingertips against his own cock slowly so not to speed up the process too much. He relaxed himself, but felt sweat gather on his forehead.

“Good,” Discord said in a seductive tone. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” Spike nodded his head. “I-I wanna feel a real one, p-please.”

“Mmm, delightful,” Discord clapped his hands together and then clapped them to either of Spike’s sides. He pushed in a bit more, and Spike cried out. It got easier as time went on, but he still needed to use the pillow to muffle himself. Discord was strong, and when he pushed in a bit too fast Spike felt his whole body rock with him. He removed Spike’s hand from his own cock so he could wrap his avian fingers around the shaft and pump in sync with his own pumping.

Discord was rough, he pulled on Spike’s body with each pump. Thanks to his strange, snake-like body he was able to stretch and bend himself over Spike’s back and lick just at his shoulder near his neck and whisper into Spike’s ear with breath that could tickle about how much he loved Spike’s rump, and his chubby cheeks. Each thrust Discord gave felt easier than the last, and his balls began to slap against Spike’s own. He felt his cock grow closer and closer to climax.

“Not quite enough,” Discord said in a bit of a lustful tone.

Discord then stopped and pulled out, he smiled and before Spike could even ask what was wrong he was forced into his side. Discord grabbed his leg in one arm and pulled it against his chest so Spike was on his side with his legs spread. Discord positioned his cock and re-entered the head. He went slow again, giving Spike time to readjust. The feeling was electrifying, and even worse when Discord ran his avian claws up Spike’s chest to squeeze at his sides and grab at his nipples. Spike was beginning to feel over stimulated and wasn’t positive how much more he could take when he felt Discord’s tongue run against his bare sole once more.

“B-Buck!” Spike yelled, both due to the fact that he was caught between an alien feeling at the fact that his cock was beginning to feel over stimulated to the point where he thought he could no longer hold back. Discord grabbed it, and ran the head between his thumb and index finger and squeezed and pulled and stroked. With five more thrusts, Spike was moaning, and within the next ten he felt his cock burst with a steady shot of white, sticky liquid that splattered onto the stage.

Discord kept pumping, riding at the coattails of Spike’s orgasm. He was now entirely focused on fucking the dragon and pounding his hole when he hugged the dragon’s leg with both arms and grabbed his cock at the base to steady himself. Just when the feeling was close to painful due to the fact that Spike was coming off his high, Discord let out a massive sigh of relief. Sticky white liquid filled Spike’s hole and dripped out the sides, and when Discord pulled out he felt two more squirts hit his cheeks and dribble down his scales.

“Mmm, what fun playtime.” Discord giggled. He didn’t seem exhausted at all compared to Spike, who was now laying on his back in both his and Discord’s mess and struggling to catch his breath.

Discord ran his talon against Spike’s now softening cock and Spike shuddered. He giggled, and clapped his hands. The stagelight was gone and the room was now well-lit once more.

“I’d shower now, if I were you,” Discord chuckled and nodded towards Rarity’s bathroom. “I’ll do you a favor just this once, since I suppose as Fluttershy likes to call it I was being INTRUSIVE” he used very visible quotation marks around that word. “If you don’t hurry my stamina might come back and I don’t know if I can resist myself.”

“Y-Yeah,” Spike nodded, and in an exhausted kind of way got to his knees, and then stood up. He felt the mess he had made on his belly and legs and rump and feet. He felt a bit strange, but also as though he had just been relieved of a great desire. “Uh… Thanks… Discord?” He asked, raising his brow and wondering if that was the correct thing to say.

“Now hush, I have plenty of cleaning to do,” Discord waved his paw and ignored Spike’s thanks. A bright flash went off and Discord was now wearing a full french maid outfit. “You’re lucky you didn’t get the windows messy. I’d require overtime payment for that.”

Spike blushed, placed his talon against his chest and felt his heartbeat. He was still trying to sort out the mess in his head, particularly his blind desire and willingness, when he felt something squeeze his rump.

“AH!” Spike yelled and slapped both his cheeks at once in shock, but felt nothing.

He heard Discord whistle, and didn’t bother to look back. Particularly because that pinch alone made his cock begin to grow hard once more.

Spike had a feeling that he might have to deal with Discord asking for ‘playtime’ a bit more.