Routine

Spike was growing nervous. He had been planning a nice day for himself, knowing that Twilight would be out of the castle for several hours. He didn’t have any actual plans past just laying in his bed and reading comic books, an excuse to be lazy that he took great comfort in, but it was a good plan nonetheless. But right now it was difficult not to feel nervous. It was mostly due to the fact that a picture of a large, dripping draconequus cock was presented when he turned the page.

It had the words ‘It would look so great between some chubby cheeks’’ in a dialogue box above it.

“Gah!” Spike yelled when he turned the page and slapped the comic book shut. He nearly fell out of his bed once the fact that he registered it was not part of the story and in fact part of the on-going torment and ‘game’ that Discord had been playing with him for a the best two weeks. His heart started beating fast, and he hugged the comic to his chest. Spike bit in the inside of his cheek and swallowed a lump in his throat.

“Not funny!” Spike shouted and felt his face grow wickedly hot. There was no answer.

Two weeks of this. Spike couldn’t tell if he was more bitter or embarrassed that he was still being teased about this two weeks later when he got up from his bed, his feet touching the floor to his bedroom as he went to his door and opened it just a bit to stare outside. What he had assumed to be only a one-time experience with Discord in a satisfying splurge of his desires had been, as the demi-god adored to tease him over, something he couldn’t forget. It wasn’t just that, but the fact that Discord kept showing up like this.

“Discord?” He called out, trying to keep his voice even. He was still clutching the comic book, now rolled up into a tube. He closed his door slowly and pressed his forehead to it. He wanted to say the image of the cock wasn’t still in his head, but judging by the way his body was already involuntarily reacting to it he knew he would be lying. His cock while not hard was stirring between his legs in a way that he uncomfortably shuffled them together in a vague attempt to hide his embarrassment.

First it was whispers of sexual acts as he was falling asleep, then it was grabbing washcloths in the shower only to start rubbing phallic shaped toys on himself, now it was finding cocks in his favorite comic books. Whatever it was, Discord always came to tease him physically. And as much as he blushed and tried to resist how he made him feel, each time he submitted. That thought made him embarrassed again and he wanted to deny it, yet he was unable to say out loud that he wasn’t in the mood, or for Discord to go away. He knew Discord would comply if he sounded sincere enough and made an attempt to convince him. Yet, he hadn’t yet put up a word of protest.

Spike looked to his comic. He really highly doubted that Captain Lance would solve the fact that the world was going to be destroyed by presenting Judge Shadow with a meaty, horny cock. He unrolled the comic and stared at the cover with shaking hands. It was the same.

“You’re not being funny!” Spike yelled, and looked behind his shoulder. His room was still empty. He grumbled something under his breath that at a younger age Twilight might gasp at. He opened to a random page, saw it was normal, saw that Captain Lance was rescuing one of his friends, and then turned the page to see…

Discord laying in a pin up post with rose petals falling from the page. The page unfolded to reveal all of Discord’s body. He was licking one of his lion-like paws and using his other hand to prop up his head. His cock was still out, and still dripping in this photo.

“Ngnnn…” Spike whined, and closed his legs together even tighter.

“I’m thinking of making a swimsuit calendar.”

The voice came from behind him. Spike jumped, and then turned on one foot in a spin meaning to confront the draconequus, but was confronted by a picture of a white canvas with a half filled in painting of Discord in a stylized watercolor. He blinked, realized that in his hands the comic had been replaced with a paintbrush and a palette.

“Please don’t paint me thin,” Discord’s voice came again. It sounded almost innocent. Spike blinked, still a bit stunned and quite unsure what to think about the situation. He leaned over to look behind the canvas and saw Discord laying in his basket-like bed, or at least as much as he could given his size. Most of his lower half was laying out, but a sheet which Spike knew he did not own given its bright red color was draped between his legs to hide what up until this point the demi-god had not in the least bit shy in showing. “I know I have curves, but it still means I’m beautiful! Just paint me like one of your French girls, Spikey!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Spike shouted, and without thinking tried to knock the canvas aside just in the moment that Discord clapped and it poofed out of existence. His hand swung through mid air and he ended up spinning thanks to the force he was attempting to use. What happened next was a bit too perfect to be an accident, and it was the fact that he ended up stumbling and felt himself begin to fall backwards. His mind was somewhere between half-panicking half-accepting that he was going to bang his head against the crystal floor right when Discord’s hands caught him and dipped him backwards so he was still standing on one leg but sort of laying in the demi-god’s hands. Spike thought there was no possible way this wasn’t somehow set up.

“Think the judges will like us?” Discord cooed, and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Knock it off!” Spike whined. Just like that Discord slipped his hands away from under Spike and let him fall about seven inches onto his back so the demi-god could raise both hands in a sign of innocence.

“Fine, but we’re not going to stand out if we don’t do our signature jump,” Discord sighed as though anything he was saying was in the least bit sensible. He slithered through the air and Spike let his eyes follow the creature until he was back at Spike’s bed and laying in it once again uncomfortably so. “Awfully jumpy today, Chubby Cheeks.”

Spike blushed. It was exactly eight days since he had stopped trying to make Discord call him that. When he rolled over and tried to hide his cheeks he thought how he had begged him to at the very least not call him that in public. Discord agreed right before what he supposed had become their routine started.

“Twilight’s gonna be home soon,” Spike mumbled. He drew closer to Discord, and knew that his blush was going to be seen when those avian-like fingers extended and stroked at his neck and up to his chin. Spike made a strange ‘mmmph’ kind of a noise and would have drawn himself away if Discord hadn’t extended his other paw as well and placed it on Spike’s lower back just above his tail. The fingers stroking under his chin were delicate yet thin, and scratchy when they ran along his cheek.

“Did you like my photos?” Discord asked. He was ignoring the concerns that Spike was bringing up. Even Spike had to admit that he seemed a bit more hyper than usual today. Normally he stuck to one gag and rolled with it for at least a minute or two, but today he was jumping around from improvised part to improvised part. Spike supposed that he must be going back to the comic pictures. “Did my big, meaty cock make your mouth water. I thought about yours when I put them in your little book and I know mine did.”

Discord was getting better at teasing Spike. He was more blatant with what he was saying, as if reading Spike’s mind for the description he would have given if he could cast away his own shame to admit it.

“D-Discord,” Spike found himself stuttering when he was pulled closer to the bed, his feet dragging a bit against the smooth floor when Discord licked his lips. “C’mon, Twi’s gon-”

“Yes yes, I’m not deaf,” Discord said with a bit of annoyance in his tone. “If you want me gone all you need to do is say the word. Otherwise please don’t interrupt me. Weren’t you ever taught it was rude to butt in when somepony is pouring out his heart about his dreams of tasting your cock?”

“Uh… haha…” Spike giggled, nervously at that. He was blushing again, and the sight of it made Discord smile ever so deviously. Discord’s eyes very obviously went down between Spike’s legs to the fact that the dragon’s cock was hardening. “I mean… m-maybe if we’re fast, okay? I don’t want Twilight to ask why I’m making weird noises again...”

“Oh, you didn’t enjoy it when I had to gag you with that little toy you seemed to love?” Discord gave that devious grin once more and brought one of his lion-like fingers to his lips to lick it slowly. “I couldn’t tell what was steamier. The shower or your cute little noises. I thought about them so long while I shot up those photos for you.”

Discord lowered his paw to between his legs. Spike saw the hints of the growing dragon-like cock and found himself staring at it. Discord ran his avian-like finger around the base until it circled around the thickness and began in small circles.

“Go get your panties, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said in a suddenly commanding tone of voice. “Don’t you wanna put them on for dear old Discord?”

Spike nodded his head dumbly. He felt Discord’s finger run along his cheek and then suddenly tug at something. A collar was around his neck, and again something jingled near his chest in the shape of a dog-bone that read ‘Chubby Cheeks’ so the world would know exactly why he was blushing. Discord slipped his finger out from under the collar and let Spike go, beginning to rub the base of his half-hard cock once more.

The little dragon linked his fingers together and tried his best not to touch his collar. It reminded him of what he had begun referring to as his role, Discord’s play-toy. Just the idea of calling himself that stirred his cock again and he couldn’t help but giggle. He was enjoying it, though he might never find the courage to admit it.

Spike went to the corner of the room by his bookshelf and took out a small yellow bag that when he opened it up he found several pairs of panties. The ones he had bought in the sex shop when he was old enough. The thrill of wearing them was no longer enough to satisfy his cock, which at this point was sticking out and hard. Without Discord’s gaze and touch they no longer enticed him the way they once did. Not even the fear and excitement of Twilight or Rarity finding him. But he grabbed a pink pair and slipped it on one leg at a time. When he ran it up to his rump he felt it slide other smoothly, but his front he had to struggle a bit to contain his quickly hardening cock.

“Mmm, such big cheeks,” Discord’s voice purred. Spike jumped not only because the voice was less than three inches behind him, but because of the fact that both of the demi-god’s hands touched his rump and squeezed.

“Ah!” Spike involuntarily cried out when one of the thin, avian-like fingers slipped under the fabric near his leg to stroke against his bare, scaly rump. The other lion-like paw seemed content with rubbing the fabric. His knees suddenly felt weak when Discord hooked his thin finger against the most obviously chubby part of Spike’s famous chubby cheeks and pulled so that his tender hole was exposed just under the fabric. He had to reach out and grab the bookshelf with both hands in order to keep himself steady.

“Oh, Spikey-Wikey how did you ever get such a delightful rump?” Discord lowered his head to Spike’s back against his tail and then kissed the area. Spike made a weird whimpering sound and stood on his toes when Discord’s finger touched his hole. After a few moments his toes began to ache, and Discord lowered his other paw down to touch his right sole before he was able to put it down. He rubbed Spike’s foot and his rump before lowering his head and burying his muzzle against his chubby cheeks, his lips finding their way to the center before he extended his tongue and drug it against the fabric over his hole ever so close.

“Ngnn… D-Discord,” Spike whimpered, his knees shaking when he felt the vibrations of Discord’s tongue drag against the fabric pressing to his hole. The front of the panties were tenting in such a way that the tip right near his cock was damp with pre. Discord opened his mouth further and let his teeth nibble and graze against the side of his crack right next to his tender hole, and then he bit down on the left chubby cheek and began to grope it in forceful squeezes that made Spike’s toes curl against the crystal floor.

“Whose going to be a delightful little plaything?” Discord questioned Spike as he raised his paws from Spike’s cheeks and to either of his wrists, suddenly holding Spike hostage in his grasp so he could now burry his lips into Spike’s neck and squirm them in such a way that Spike squirmed. “If you’re good I’ll lick every inch of your body and then twice past that.”

“O-Okay,” Spike agreed and nodded his head just when he was positive he was going to crack up from his neck being licked at. “I’ll be good, I-I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good Spikey Wikey,” Discord drug both of Spike’s wrists to above his head and forced Spike to stand on his toes once more. He then took the wrists in his avian-like fingers and gripped them tightly so he was forced to stand still. A large white poof happened and when the dust cleared Spike blinked and felt something waxy slide against his flesh on his lower leg.

“Wha…?” Spike asked, staring at a long black metal stick with a flap of what looked to be some kind of wax or rubber, but felt smoother than that against his skin. It glides easily until it was over his tenting cock and pat down a few times against his tender head. Each tap was a bit rougher than the last and the third one made him flinch.

“It’s a riding crop,” Discord purred and had a glimmer of excitement in his eye. “Once used in a more barbaric sense against ponies has been relegated to such a wonderful little toy you can buy in sex shops. How easily ponies think with their cocks instead of their history to forget.”

“Mmm…” Spike didn’t know how to answer, and only knew he was blushing.

“Perfect for disciplining little play things who jump and eep at the slight pinch on their cute little ru-”

“Ah!” Spike cried out just as a mysterious force, that must have been by magic considering both of the demi-god’s hands were occupied, squeezed his butt. This only proved Discord’s point.

“Up up!” Discord released Spike and let him fall to his knees. His arms were still bound together by an almost invisible but faintly glowing aura that bent only a little bit when he tried to move his wrists. He looked to Discord and saw the demi-god was sitting as well as his snake-like body would allow him and patting on of his hind legs. “Sit in my lap.”

Discord didn’t give much time for Spike to think over. He actually grabbed the dragon and lifted him into the air only to not sit him, but place him over the leg so that he was hanging over it by his midsection. Spike squirmed ever so slightly and pulled at his bound wrists just as a strip of white cloth appeared before his eyes and pressed to his face to blindfold him.

“Still a good little play thing?” Discord questioned, and pressed the thumb of his avian-like finger to the center of Spike’s rump to the hole beneath the fabric.

“I-I am,” Spike stuttered, and then nodded his head. Discord’s fingers ran down from the fabric of his tight panties to his legs behind his knees all the way down to his ankles. He pushed Spike’s legs together and without even a second passing he was unable to pull them apart. He had to guess the same binding spell used on his wrists was holding him even more hostage than before.

“Good,” Discord muttered and stroked the end of one of his fingers against Spike’s bare, exposed soles. He let the riding crop glide it’s way down Spike’s back and the dragon felt his body shudder. It was a good feeling. A nerve wracking mildly imposing one, but good nonetheless. He felt excited about what was coming next, and being unable to see made it feel a bit more enticing. As the fingers stroked against his sole he felt himself slowly wiggle his toes, and bury his lips into his upper arm to hide his smirk. The crop eventually settled on the side of his rump right where the panties ended and the chubbiest part of his thigh began.

And then the crop slapped down. Right onto the chubbiest part of his rump he felt a sudden, concentrated sting that was followed by a second. It didn’t hurt per say, but it did surprise him and made the dragon bite into his lower lip. The sting was quick and while not exactly painless gave him little time to think about it. Discord squeezed at his rump and ran his avian-like fingers down between Spike’s legs to run under the seam of his panties and began awkwardly fondling his balls and cock. His pre stained Discord’s fingers, and every time the crop slapped down he jumped and felt the demi-god squeeze his member.

Discord slapped the crop down again, and this time it sounded loud and almost cartoonish like what Spike would assume would come from a whip in a movie.

“Yee-haw, partner!” Discord shouted and squeezed Spike’s cheeks roughly so that Spike, who up until this point had been holding back any sounds, let out a long, uncensored moan.

“Once more for the audience at home,” Discord chuckled, and Spike heard the sound of film rolling just as his rump was squeezed. Spike tried to hold it in, but when that crop slapped down and the avian finger rubbed against the tip of the head of his cock Spike didn’t just moan, but let out his tongue and began to pant. It slid against his scaly arm and he began thrusting his legs trying to get the sensation of Discord teasing him more upfront.

The crop found a new home, sliding down from his rump to occasionally stop and slap along the way down his legs, each touch making Spike jump and whimper. Discord positioned the crop to run between his legs against his ankles and then slide over the ends of both his heels before settling between the space between his feet which were still pressed together.

Spike blushed. Discord had never made it a secret how he lusted for all of Spike, every inch of his body. Yet somehow each session had always come back to this.

The crop ran over his toes one by one in such a way that Spike tried to clench them and grab the crop because his lips were beginning to wiggle in a fearful kind of manner that he knew would only give Discord fuel times a hundred to tease him against his soles. Not that he was going to get out of it anyway, Discord had already spotted his prey.

“Oh, I do love dragons,” Discord sighed happily and ran his thumb over Spike’s foot as though he were brushing something aside from it. He lifted the bound legs so that they were bent at the knees and Spike’s feet were in a more reachable position. Discord lowered his lips to the soles and let loose his beastly tongue upon Spike’s scaled feet.

“Ngnn… nehehe…” Spike made strange sounds somewhere between a moan and a giggle as his feet scrunched, trying not to let the sudden hellish torment of a demi-god’s admittedly pleasant tongue work bother him too much. But that wasn’t an option, apparently, as the crop slapped down to the sole of the foot Discord wasn’t licking and his feet flinched he felt something soft wrap around his two big toes to keep them from squirming. It felt like some sort of bow by how it occasionally whipped back to his his knees due to it’s length.

His cock was hard. Spike tried to not think about it, but due to the fact that he was basically resting his body on the area it was difficult not to think of the fact that he was staining Discord’s leg with his pre cum at just the way his sensitive feet were toyed with by both tongue and crop. When Discord took a moment to let his feet be exposed he pulled on the ribbon so Spike was unable to scrunch his feet, and the crop slapped down against neat his arches.

“Do you like me playing with your feet?” Discord asked, one of his fuzzy lion paws circling around near the ball of Spike’s left foot before he pressed his lips to the area. “I love them almost as much as your Chubby Cheeks, Spikey Wikey.”

“A-A little,” Spike responded sheepishly. He was unable to his his pleasure when Discord both buried his muzzle against the soles and let his other hand glide to Spike’s undoubtedly hard cock. “M-Maybe… a lot? I-I dunno.”

Discord gave the soles one final, tantalizing lick with his tongue before finally releasing them and letting Spike hang normally once more. It involved a giggle that Spike couldn’t hold back, and when he was free of the torment his toes were still tied together by a ribbon so he was unable to squirm them freely.

Discord’s fingers took no time in going back to his chubby cheeks and slipping his avian fingers under the fabric to pull the panties down. The crop came back, and this time it slapped against his bare flesh right over his hole. Spike cried out this time, but also bit his tongue to try and keep quiet. The slaps came faster now that his rump was fully exposed, and Discord cried out with laughter at every slap. After a few moments Spike could hear the crop waving and slicing through the air. Orchestra music began to play in the distance as though he was using the toy to conduct. Spike bashfully felt his muscles tense up, but not before he received four slaps in one concentrated area so harsh that he was positive the area must be pink it was stinging so badly.

“Finally getting a bit of a sting?” Discord chuckled. “Bzzzzz, like a bee, no?”

Spike felt his cheeks grow hot. His cheeks were squeezed and slapped some more, particularly in the areas that Discord deemed the most chubby and the most sensitive. He was usually right. With a few more pinches and a few more slaps to humiliate Spike until his cock could grow no harder Discord finally settled, and pulled the panties back up to cover his rump.

Spike was taken from Discord’s lap and placed onto the floor. The blindfold was removed when Spike sat on his knees, his wrists and ankles still bound, however now Discord grabbed both of Spike’s wrists and pulled them apart with ease. He pulled Spike’s arms back and forced the dragon to lean down so it was as if he were hanging, but his arms behind his body kept him steady and forced against Discord’s body.

“Do you love me playing with you?” Discord asked, rubbing his fingers against the fabric to pull it down again. Spike felt something hard press to his cheek, and something wet dribble down it.

“I love it…” Spike sheepishly mumbled. Discord pulled at his cheeks until his hole was exposed, and Discord then settled his cock between his chubby butt cheeks and then pressed them together. His cock was vertical between Spike’s cheeks, and when he grinded ever so slowly and teasingly up and down Spike felt the shaft of Discord’s dragon-like cock grind against his hole. Spike was unable to hold back his moaning now.

“A-Ahhh! Ngnnn… P-Please, Discord…” He was panting now. The crop was gliding along his back and still occasionally snapping against the base of his tail or his shoulders or even the soles of his still ribbon bound feet. He jumped at every slap as Discord grinded his cock at the sensitive area, and then slipped one of his avian-like fingers down under where his cock lay to push it into Spike’s hole.

“G-Geeze!” Spike cried out. “O-Oh man, t-that feels… g-good, it does!”

“Mmmm, moan for me more,” Discord leaned over Spike further so the finger dug deeper into his tender hole. He then put in two, and then three. Each one made Spike’s eyes sting and tongue fall from his mouth to nearly touch the floor while he panted. It felt like electricity running through his veins, and the cock still rubbing itself between his cheeks made Discord let out small purrs of delight whenever pre dribbled down Spike’s chubby cheeks.

Spike felt himself be turned over, the fingers still in his rump. He stared up at Discord, who was running his thumb delicately against Spike’s taint by squirming the ends of his fingers between his legs and rubbing the area with gentle care. He bent his body in a way only he could with his snake-like figure and unleashed his tongue against Spike’s chest, showering him in his saliva and kisses against his scaled flesh.

“A-Ah Celestia!” Spike whimpered through the cry of delight as Discord happened to nip at one of his nipples and slide his avian fingers against the inside of his hole. He lifted both his arms, now free of their bindings, and used them to cover his eyes so he could pant and blush and moan and whimper and beg. Everything Discord forced out of his body. “P-Please, Discord, I-It’s too much, I’m gonna… c-cu- MMMF!”

Spike was about to say the obvious when his body was suddenly overloaded by two things. The fact that the fingers were pulled from his rump, and the fact that Discord pressed his lips to Spike’s own, using his free hand to push against Spike’s chest and keep him from squirming as he did so.

His first thought was to panic, and then to realize how much he enjoyed the kiss. How when he thought Discord was going to pull away it was merely to open his mouth until Spike mimicked this and found himself kissing back. Their tongues occasionally stroked against one another by the tips as they tasted each other’s mouth, Spike raising both his arms without thinking and grabbing the back of Discord’s head to pull himself deeper into the kiss. Discord forced his tongue into Spike’s mouth and Spike moaned, pulling back only slightly from the shock of adjusting to the new feeling. When they parted it was only for Discord to kiss his cheek or his neck where Spike’s back arched. Their lips met a few more times, and on the final kiss Spike tasted… cotton candy?

It dissolved in his mouth fast, and when they parted some was hanging from Discord’s lips as his brows wiggled devilishly.

“Tasting very sweet,” Discord winked.

“Yeah,” Spike answered dumbly and nodded his head. He licked his lips, eager to taste Discord’s tongue once more. Discord complied, but only when he lowered his lion-like paw to Spike’s crotch and began to stroke the base of his cock. His kiss was intermixed between moans of pleasure at the heat rising within him, and the fact that Discord was bending his body in a way that his much larger cock sat atop Spike’s. It was warm, and was making a mess of Spike’s chest to the point where Spike was almost detracted from the taste of Discord’s tongue.

Discord grinned when their lips parted, and gripped both their cocks together in his hand so that he was stroking both at once. Spike found his hips grinding in the opposite motion to stimulate more pleasure. His toes curled at Discord’s cock rubbing against his own. It was so warm and big and the ripples it had in its dragon-like quality sent sensations through him that Discord must have felt as well by the way he broke his usual calm exterior to occasionally give a “Mmmf” sound.

Discord snapped his fingers and suddenly Spike felt his ankles were free. Discord sat up, his cock seeming to loom over Spike’s body. Spike panted, his body beginning to sweat as he spread his legs willingly and exposed himself from his cock to his taint and the bottoms of his chubby cheeks. His panties were all but discarded at this point, and he desired to be free of them to allow Discord to do as he pleased. He wanted Discord to take him, and like clockwork he was right where he had been every time Discord showed up for the past two weeks. Desire overfilling his system until he begged to cum by the draconequus’ hand.

“Not like that,” Discord shook his head, and grabbed one of Spike’s ankles.

“Huh?” Spike asked a bit hesitantly. He was getting tired, but his throbbing hardened cock was keeping his fully alert. He felt Discord forcefully move his legs and then place the soles of his feet against either side of the large dragon-like cock. Discord purred in pleasure, and Spike felt a mix of nerves and excitement travel up his green spines.

Suddenly something grabbed at Spike’s lower body. Something that made him jump as it pulled on his panties to reveal his hole. He looked down and saw two hands that looked like Discord’s, but transparent and a light blue, floating on their own. They were squeezing Spike’s inner thighs, and one of the fingers of the talon hand one was stroking under his balls.

“Go on,” Discord said with a smirk on his face. “The crowd is waiting, Chubby Cheeks.”

Spike felt his toes curl without thinking on Discord’s cock. This squeezed the sides of it, and Discord let out a loud half-faked moan that must have been just to tease the poor dragon, who was now blushing and fighting back his own moans by the magical hands giving him both a handjob and stroking against his hole, teasing to enter once more to give him the pleasure he once experienced.

He ran his soles up Discord’s cock, and tried to keep his breath steady. Discord had both of his own hands behind his head, his bottom half extended a bit to stick out his cock even more so Spike had to awkwardly bend if he wanted to pump all of it. He thought about lifting his hands and just using those to pleasure Discord, but it wasn’t long before Discord thought he might attempt this and bound them to the floor.

The hands were teasing him as well. One was squeezing at his head and cupping his balls in it’s strangely warm grasp, while the other was just now grabbing him by his left cheek and slipping an index finger into his hole. He opened his mouth and let out a silent moan that he stifled by choosing not to breathe. When Spike’s feet slowed due to the pleasure of being fingers, Discord lowered both of his hands and grabbed the top of the dragon’s feet to force them to rub up and down.

The hand on his cock was now beginning to pump Spike. It was teasing, and was using one finger to stay on his head and push at it and rub in circles. It forced jagged, panted breaths out of his system that only grew worse when Discord grabbed one of his ankles and licked at his foot, forcing a very unattractive kind of “Guhaahhhuhahuh!” Out of him thanks to the three different types of intense pleasure he was receiving.

Discord laughed, and Spike found it hard not to smile as well. As strange and sexual and teasing as the experience had been, he was enjoying himself.

“Ha, ha, haaa!” He half laughed half panted between his hardened cock being teased as well as his toes. His other foot was on the head of Discord’s cock, which was dribbling freely of pre as was his own. Discord lowered his free hand to stroke up and down the base of his cock as Spike tried his best to pleasure the demi-god while he was receiving blindingly intense treatment himself.

Spike’s own cock was growing warm, a pleasure stirring at the base as it felt like he was dribbling and making a mess of himself. His back arched when Discord’s magical fingers dug deeper into his rump, inserting a second finger. Discord himself seemed distracted, as he had let both of Spike’s feet back onto the head of his cock to pump and squeeze as he now used both hands to pump at the base to halfway up.

Discord let out his tongue and panted heavily, closing his eyes suddenly and thrusting with every pump of his cock that he gave. He seemed to try increasing the pleasure, so Spike pressed harder than before and tried his best to give the demi-god what he desired.

“Hmmmm… Ngnnn…” Discord was making sounds he hadn’t quite made before. He sounded more blinded by his own needs for once, and kept his eyes open to stare at Spike’s pleasured body and take in every inch. He was panting, and obviously at that.

And then suddenly a pop of confetti exploded behind the draconequus. It exploded as though a bomb were behind him and bits of yellow and blue and red paper splattered everywhere, but before Spike could even yell out in shock much less jump a stream of white, sticky liquid flooded out of Discord’s cock and dirtied Spike from the soles of his feet all the way up his chest. It dribbled down to between his legs and to his sides. Some hit his cheek, and some shot far enough to go behind his head. There was at least five loads of it to come out before Discord sat panting, his cock still held by Spike’s feet.

The hands vanished, and suddenly Spike’s legs were pushed aside. Discord got down onto his belly and unleashed his tongue onto Spike’s cock. Spike cried out, and felt all of his bindings go free as he lifted his arms and attempted to thrust his cock deeper into Discord’s mouth. The demi-god used his tongue to slide from Spike’s tender hole to the base of his cock, wrapping it around it until he was able to put his entire mouth over it and suck at the head. Spike felt the cum from the demi-god run down nearly every part of his body, and the fire in his cock grew more and more intense like a floodgate that was becoming overburdened and needed to release.

The feeling of an orgasm came in waves, each one more tempting to blow his load on than the last. A moan slipped from his lips and carried out in ragged, heavy gasps for air when he began to cum in Discord’s mouth. Discord sealed his lips on the cock so none of it could get free, and continued to suckle and take in the seed even after Spike had stopped coming to the point where his cock was sensitive, and when the tongue ran over his head his body jerked without his consent.

And then suddenly another explosion of confetti, albeit a bit late this go around, blasted off and filled the room.

“Oh crap,” Spike said, his mind drawing a blank on anything more interesting. Discord drew his muzzle up Spike’s body until his neck, and then lifted his head. Their eyes met momentarily, and Discord looked as though he were about to say something that made little sense once more. Something to lighten the mood or just to irritate the dragon.

“You know what this white stuff remin-”

But Spike, without thinking, grabbed Discord’s face and pulled him into another kiss. This time Discord somehow seemed shocked, but didn’t let it show for more than a moment before he settled into it. Their tongues met, ever so briefly, and Spike didn’t mind the taste that stained it.

When they pulled apart Discord was laughing.

“Y’know I had a rather funny joke in store about whipped cream before I turned all this nasty cum into it,” Discord raised his brow and let a frown on his face that Spike saw didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But I think you killed the atmosphere for comedy.”

“Will you come again tomorrow?” Spike asked. He simply ignored Discord’s strange quip.

“I’m running out of material for how to make you confusingly aroused before I show up though,” Discord sighed and drum rolled his avian fingers against Spike’s chest. “Honestly I may have unlimited creativity but only so much of it is dedicated to sexual deviancy. I’m going to have to pull some chaos from other areas of m-”

Spike kissed Discord again. It lasted longer, but Discord groaned when they parted this time.

“You really HAVE to stop doing that when I’m talking,” Discord grumbled. He sat up and brushed himself off, the semen turning to snow in a blink of an eye and scattering coolly onto Spike’s body and melting quickly due to the fact that it was the middle of summer and they were in the light of the window. “Just for that I’ll have to spend all day thinking of how to surprise you tomorrow.”

“You’re coming back?” Spike asked, a bit excitedly, sitting up, but finding it hard to when he realized just how much Discord had taken it out of him. The semen was gone, but now he was wet and sweaty, and felt like he could use a very long nap right after an even longer shower.

“We’ll see,” Discord suddenly pulled out a planner-looking book that he… actually knew was Twilight’s. Where he got it Spike had no idea. “Tsk tsk tsk, going to have to move that lunch. I’ll get back to you, tootles!”

“Wait, Discor-”

And then in a poof of smoke Discord was gone. Spike tried to sit up to reach out to him, but felt a cord of annoyance be pulled within him that made him grumble. He tried to lay back down on the floor and sprawl out, but when he did so he found himself falling on something soft. He looked under him, and saw that a bright pink pillow which previously had not been there was now directly under him and sprawled out.

It also had a tag on it that make it look like some kind of gift.

To: Chubby Cheeks

Love: Discord

The the dot of the ‘i’ in Discord was a heart. Spike really didn’t want to smile at that, but it was difficult to resist. He laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, feeling his heart pound when he thought about what he could expect the following day.

Author's Note

Should I be sorry for being way more blatent with my fetishes? I think it's just going to get to the point where I have a 6000 word chapter about Spike's feet if I get any more obvious with this.

Let me have fun ponies don't have them don't judge me.