Author's Note

I have no idea why I vanish from writing on this site for months and then come back to prove I'm nothing but a fetish loving Spike fan. Eh, who cares? My only audience at this point already loves it. We can be fetish loving Spike fans together.

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Spike awoke in his bed as he did every day, but he instantly knew that something was different. He wasn’t sure how he knew, for his head was thick with exhaustion and he was curled up in a near fetal position with his head buried deep into his fluffy pillow, a small stand of drool falling from his lips and pooling onto his pillow. His eyes were only half open and still a bit fuzzy with sleep when he turned over onto his back.

The air smelled wrong. It smelled soapy or like some kind of perfume, the sort that Rarity always used that was overly fruity and smelled like mangos or lavender or something like that. Spike stared up at the ceiling, his eyes half open as he half-heartedly wondered just what the smell was. His blanket was tenting around his crotch with morning wood that when he squirmed a bit he felt grind against his silky blankets and an almost purr-like sound escaped his lips.

Spike turned over, and realized he heard a jingle. His eyes snapped open and he realized that something cold and metal was pressing to his collarbone. He woke up in a start, sitting up from his bed as though awaking from a bad dream with a deep blush already covering his cheeks when his fingers dug under the bright pink collar on his neck.

“D-Discord!” Spike called out angrily. He tried to move his legs and then realized they felt slightly constricted, so he tore off his blanket and saw that he was wearing bright white stockings that were smooth as silk, and when he looked down he was wearing pink and white striped panties that were smaller than the ones he had before. They were pushed up and he could see his hardened cock.

It was becoming more and more common lately. Discord wasn’t just teasing Spike, but actively trying to humiliate him. Spike hated more than anything that his cock was hard, and not seeming to want to go down. He tried to cover it with his hands only to hear a deep sounding purr-like noise from directly outside of the cracked door.

Discord slithered in quite literally on the floor much like a snake, and Spike realized that Discord was wearing a tophat and a button up dress shirt with a black jacket over top. He had sly grin on his face that told Spike instantly that everything was going according to plan, and suddenly he lifted his hand an in a poof of smoke a small leash appeared in it that when he tugged Spike could feel it against his neck, and he was forced to sit up.

“Oh, good morning, Spikey,” Discord purred. Spike realized where the scent was coming from the moment Discord slithered on top of him and put his paws on either side of Spike’s body, his lips finding Spike’s own in a sudden kiss that Spike didn’t resist to partake in. Discord smelled like he was wearing cologne or something, or had bathed in nothing but soap. That was also becoming more common; Discord’s desire to kiss him.

“D-Discord, c’mon,” Spike whined when they split their kiss, Discord pinning him down and running his fingertips over the edges of the collar in a way that made Spike squirm. “You said no more rude wake up calls. I’m fine with you showing up all the time but seriously at least be more subtle!”

“Why, I…” Discord sat up with his mouth agape in shock and horror at what Spike had said. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and blew into it, sparks of confetti falling out of his nose when his eyes watered. “I cannot believe you would suggest this to be RUDE when we’re on our way to your fantasies! I don’t even get a ’Good Morning or a compliment about my dashing suit? I thought we were closer than that, Spike.”

Spike bit his tongue and looked away. His cock was still hard and he was still trying to cover it., but Discord had found new prey and slunk down to the ground just in front of Spike’s bed and wrapped his avian-like fingers around one of Spike’s ankles before pressing his lips to the arch of Spike’s left foot, taking it in both his paw and fingers to caress it on either side. Spike would be lying if he said his toes didn’t curl and the slightest desire to make a sound of pleasure at the massage didn’t cross his mind.

“Oh, how I’ve LONGED to find an excuse to make you wear stockings again,” Discord said. He wasn’t just kissing Spike’s sole over top the silky smooth stocking, but nuzzling it gently. “Ponies and dragons wearing clothing is strange, is it not? Doesn’t it add an air of mystery to what the eye cannot see? Simply erotic, I must say.”

“D-Discord,” Spike said, trying not to let the
get too caught up. He lifted his face and pushed Spike’s legs together, settling his head somewhere on Spike’s knees and stroking the edges of his stockings near the top. “You said fantasy, right? What did you mean?”

“Oh, yes yes, we’re going to be late for the show if we wait any longer!” Discord said suddenly, his eyes widening when he took a hold of Spike’s leash and tugged at it to force Spike to fully sit up. “Silly me, why hog you all to myself?”

“W-Wait, Discord I…!”

And suddenly Spike saw nothing but smoke, and was poofed away in an instant far from his warm cozy bed. He landed softly but quickly, still dressed humiliatingly in panties and stockings, on his knees on wooden planks. There was a sudden stagelight on him, and Spike felt very hot under its almost sun-like glow. If he looked up his eyes hurt so he looked down, getting on his hands and knees until his eyes adjusted. He felt a brief tug at his leash and looked up, to see Discord at his side levitating a foot off the ground to be closer to eye level.

“Where are we?” Spike asked, looking out only to see an empty audience arrangement.

“Oh, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said in a pleasant kind of tone as he reached out his avian fingers to tug gently at Spike’s dog collar. He tickled one of his fingers on the underside of Spike’s soft chin and giggled. “Remember when we had that wonderful night where I came into your bath and scrubbed every inch of you because I had this strange fantasy in mind?”

“Vividly,” Spike mumbled, still looking out into the audience in case it was some sort of trick.

“Well I remember what you told me your fantasy was,” Discord grinned wickedly. “You blushed so much you were afraid I would tease you. What was it? To be taken onto a stage and judged like a dog dressed in all of your dirty gear?”

Spike suddenly blushed. He did remember spilling that. He remembered Discord not leaving him alone until he admitted what he really wanted. Spike closed his legs slightly, now realizing his cock was growing hard again in realization of where he was.

“Aren’t you going to say hello to our lovely judges?” Discord asked, using his fingers to grasp at Spike’s chin and wrap around the backside of Spike, pointing his head into the audience.

Spike was nervous at first at the thought of somepony actually seeing him in such a humiliating fantasy, however what he saw made at least a few of his worries calm down. He spotted three Discords, all dressed in similar suits to his own sitting at a table just before the stage with a stack of cards in front of them. They were all smiling at him, one waving in an almost flirting kind of way to which the Discord beside Spike waved back.

“I think that one thinks I’m cute,” Discord giggled in a schoolgirl like voice.

Spike felt Discords fingers run down his bare back until they got just to the top seam of his panties and then squirmed their way under the fabric. Spike bit his lip when he felt a gentle squeeze on his chubby cheek, one of the fingers pulling on the edge right before his hole.

“A-Ah…” Spike let out a mildly embarrassing gasp.

“Are you ready to be judged, Chubby Cheeks?” Discord asked, kissing Spike’s cheek gently. There was a sizzling sound, and Spike was positive that he was being teased for blushing. “Tell me you want to be shown off to these handsome judges.”

“Y-Yeah,” Spike nodded his head, feeling the fingers on his rump squeeze and massage. He could feel himself stutter due to just how horny he was becoming. “We can do that, yeah.”

“Good,” Discord said with a sly smile. “You’re already on your hands and knees like the good dog you are. I spent so many weeks training you for this show so you better not blow it, you hear?”

Spike felt something that he couldn’t see force his wrists together and then pull them out, Spike falling with his face stopping just a few inches above the ground. It felt like invisible hands were holding his wrists together and pulling Spike to his feet where he was forced to stand under the hot spotlight. The grasp kept pulling until Spike was on his toes. He looked to the three Discords, who were all nodding and scribbling things down as though it were seriously some sort of competition.

“My little Chubby Cheeks in the perfect little specimen,” Discord said, standing behind Spike and placing both paw and avian fingers on either side of Spike’s body. He squeezed Spike’s sides and Spike squirmed in place, looking down only to see his cock tenting horribly in the panties he was forced to wear. “Oh just feel these curves. Chubby in all the right places, do you agree?”

A few of the judges were nodding. Spike began to feel his toes ache from standing on them while resisting the urge to gasp as Discord’s fingers trailed lightly up his sides. He was still bound in the revealing position when Spike felt avian fingers drag very gently to one of his armpits and stroke in the concave area. Discord pressed his lips to Spike’s back near his spines and then Spike felt the unleash of a tongue against his shoulder blade. He drug it slowly, tantalizingly so, to Spike’s armpit where he buried his face and wrapped his arms around Spike’s side to force him closer.

“A-Ah, D-Discord,” Spike couldn’t help but stutter as he thought both the mildly embarrassing pleasure on top of the ticklish sensation of a tongue dragging itself through his soft pit. Discord nuzzled it and Spike squirmed. He pulled on the invisible restraints keeping him up but it was no use as Discord took full advantage of Spike’s helpless position. When he finally did let up from twitching his nose in the strange spot it was only to drag his lips over to Spike’s bare chest where he licked some more. Discord was in front of Spike now with most of his snake like body stretched out to the end of the stage. He was squeezing either side of Spike and nibbling and kissing his bare chest and pecs, occasionally going for a lick to his neck or armpits again where Spike would cry out in surprise whenever he did so.

Discord finally let up, but was still squeezing Spike’s sides.

Spike looked over his Discord’s shoulder to see the three of them all lift up scorecards. One was a nine and the other two were eight’s.

“What are they even judging?” Spike asked, hesitant if he even wanted to know.

“Good question,” Discord responded. “I didn’t think to tell them that. Perhaps how hard my cock is right now?”

Discord reached down his hand and touched his dragon-like cock with a sly grin. It was hard, and already dripping pre onto the stage. Spike blushed at the sight of it but opened his mouth slightly. The sight of it made him realize just how hard he was.

Spike felt the restraints on his arms release him only for him to fall and Discord to catch him and dip him back as though they had just been dancing. Discord used his avian fingers to trail down Spike’s body from his neck to his chest and then to the top of his panties. He ran his fingers up and encircled them over the head. He would trace his fingers against the fabric up and down the shaft while Spike squirmed and panted, holding his arms up over his eyes to gasp whenever Discord squeezed at him.

Spike was put on the ground back onto his knees, this time facing away from the audience. Something pulled up on his tail to give a better view of his backside to the judges. Spike buried his face in his arms and let himself be shown off, one of his feet going over top the other shyly.

“My Spikey here has such massive, plump, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said, squeezing the outside of the panties and taking a fistfull of Spike’s chubby rump as if to prove a point. “He walks around with it so savory and ripe looking. Tell them you hope they like your chubby cheeks, Spikey.”

“Um… D-Discord,” Spike tried to resist.

“Don’t you want to win, Spikey Wikey?” Discord asked, his fingers pulling and snapping down the seam of the panties.

“I…” Spike looked down, knowing it was just part of the game. However it made him very, very aroused to speak. “I hope you like my chubby cheeks.”

Spike heard a whistle from one of the Discord’s in the audience and he closed his eyes to blush. He could feel the panties dig into his scales. They were smaller than usual, and as a result the ‘chubby cheeks’ that Discord loved so much were spilling out and fully defined. His balls were barely contained and he knew they were fully on display for Discord wouldn’t stop touching and fondling them.

Discord pulled down at the panties slowly until they were around Spike’s legs. Discord was pulling on either side of Spike’s cheeks until his hole was exposed. He saw out of the corner of his eye Discord’s massive and hard cock dribble with the sight of pre just from touching Spike so much.

“I want to show them just how chubby your cheeks are,” Discord purred. A poof in the air and suddenly the demi-god was holding a ping-pong paddle. “Don’t you want the judges to know how much you jiggle?”

“Y-Yeah,” Spike answered shyly.

Discord stroked his fingertips sensitively over Spike’s rump a few more times, as if to feel just how smooth it was. Spike curled his toes in their stockings when he felt the paddle lightly press to it. He was blushing, because he knew how much he was enjoying this. The paddle swung down on his rump and he could feel it jiggle for just a second, and he cried out in the brief sting of pain. Discord spanked him again, and again, each time a little harder than the last. His rump was stinging and the sting didn’t fade before the next, so they seemed to stack on top of each other.

“A-Ah!” Spike cried out by the seventh swat. He knew his rump was a blushy pink by now on top of the light purple. Discord stopped swatting to grope and squeeze at him. His fingers tightened over where he had just been spanked and Spike had to bite his lip to not gasp at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Discord was running his fingers over Spike’s hole and teasing the edges. Already Spike felt something gelled be run over his hole and Spike realized Discord has summoned lube. His finger slipped into Spike without hesitation and pushed itself in.

“Ngnn…” Spike whimpered quietly. It was everything he could do to not start panting and begging. Discord slithered himself under Spike, his fingers still in him, and made Spike lay on his dress shirt covered chest. With his free paw-like hand Discord pushed Spike’s face to his own and made the dragon kiss him. Spike submissively accepted Discord’s tongue being pushed into his mouth and let out quiet, desperate moans when Discord’s fingertips touched his prostate. His legs crossed and his feet scrunched. When he and Discord broke their kiss it was only to gasp for air before either Discord or Spike forced their faces back together, Spike letting his cock grind against the buttons on the dress shirt. He could feel the stain he was making with his pre-cum dribbling all over Discord but he didn’t care.

“I bet I can make you sing,” Discord purred when their kiss broke for good, Spike using his claws to grip at Discord’s dress coat and squeeze whenever the fingers pushed in more. “High pitched…”

Discord pushed in his fingers deeper and curled them to truly grind against Spike’s prostate.

“A-Ahhh! Nehgh!” Spike cried out in incoherent sounds, his voice high pitched when he began squirming helplessly.

“There we go,” Discord said, using his paw to now squeeze and pull the left side of his chubby cheeks more. He looked over Spike’s shoulder and smiled wider. “Oh look, two sevens and a nine. They must adore your squealing, Spikey.”

“D-Discord,” Spike moaned quietly when the fingers were pulled from his hole.

Discord let Spike down slowly until the dragon was on his back, his cock now fully exposed and the panties still around his legs near his stockings. Spike was pulled by the leash to sit up, and then Discord’s hands ran down his legs. It was hard to resist the urge to touch his cock, for it was wet with his own pre and seemingly pulsating for attention. However, Spike knew too much about Discord by now to know he would go in for the kill so soon.

“Oh, how could I forget,” Discord grinned slyly before crawling his body over to the stockings covering Spike’s soles. He pushed Spike back down onto his back using his body, this time on top of Spike, and Spike was greeted by Discord’s cock hanging in front of his face. Discord’s head was bending down with his muzzle in the crack between Spike’s feet, his fingers of both avian and paw-like circling around the edges and massaging gently. Spike squirmed his toes in the stockings and Discord kissed at the back of them.

Discord took one of Spike’s feet and lifted it up slowly so he could draw his lips to the outside edge where he nuzzled it slowly. Even through the fabric when Spike scrunched his feet the toes would outline in the tight, silky fabric. It was thin enough to where Spike could feel Discord’s lips run gently over every sensitive part of the edge. Spike was caught staring upward at the cock dangling in front of his face, pree pooling at the urethra and occasionally dribbling down next to Spike’s head.

Discord intertwined himself in such a way that his snake like body curled around to bury his face into Spike’s foot. He let loose his tongue against the fabric and started biting gently both on the tips of his toes and the random bits of fabric. Occasionally he would stick the edges in his mouth and try to suckle his toes through the stockings. His other foot was still held by Discord’s avian-fingers that were slowly gliding up and down the foot in an almost slow but methodical tickling kind of way.

Discord tugged at the stocking on the foot he had been licking and pushed it down slowly. Right when it got to the end instead of pulling he put his tongue against Spike’s now exposed heel and drug it ever so slowly upward as the sole was exposed. When his bare foot was finally free discord suckled on his toes, letting his tongue simply ravish Spike’s sensations.

“Mmm,” Discord made a satisfied kind of noise and slithered off of Spike. Spike could see the judges all give a perfect ten, yet Discord was still moving and now forcing Spike onto his chest again so that he could take the dragon by his ankles and bury his face in both feet at once. He switched from letting his tongue lick the bare foot over every wrinkle it gave off when Spike scrunched it or kissing the one still trapped in a stocking. It was always a strange sensation when Discord got a little too into this part, but not one that Spike could ever admit he disliked. It was ticklish and sensitive and erotic in a sense just the lengths Discord would go to worship his soles. While it wasn’t pleasurable in the same way as everything else he did,

“Oh, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord purred the words out and spread Spike’s legs just enough to stare up at Spike over his tenting cock. He still kept occasionally kissing the outside edge of the foot, but kept his eyes locked onto Spike. “I can’t decide, do you think the judges are happy with us? Perhaps a little hands on demonstration?”

“W-What?” Spike asked. And then realization dawned on him when he saw the three Discord’s all rise from the table and float over to his direction. None of them spoke, but they all had the same sly grin on their faces. Discord squirmed out from under Spike and the only distinction that made him stand out now was that he was the only one in a top hat. All of the Discord’s were hard, and Spike was suddenly surrounded by four massive dragon cocks. One of the Discord’s grabbed Spike by his arm and helped him too his feet. The four Discord’s were all hovering at different positions while the original was at eye level for Spike, and winked slowly.

“Um, Discord, is this… Are they like, real?”

“I must say you look DASHING today, Discord!” One of them said to another. “Are you excited to overstimulate this poor, horny dragon today?”

“Why thank you Discord. And might I say you too look rather sporty, Discord!”

They were talking in horrible accents that Spike didn’t quite understand where they were supposed to be from. One summoned a monocle and adjusted it. Just the site of more than one Discord interacting was enough to make his head hurt, as he had been able to ignore it up until they were fully presented to him.

The original Discord chuckled. “Mmm, as real as me from different time periods could be. Don’t worry, they all adore your body just as much as I do.”

“Okay,” Spike nodded a bit dumbly, still staring at the multiple Discords. One of them grabbed him by the arm and so did another on his opposite side before taking him to the ground once more, Spike gasping in surprise yet not squirming in a desire to free himself. Now the two Discords were sandwiching him into the middle between them, one already burying his muzzle under Spike’s underarm and licking his pit again while the other focused on groping his chest. Avian fingers were surrounding him.

The third judge went down to Spike’s feet once more and grabbed both of them to plant on his own cock, forcing the bare one to run over his cock head and cover Spike’s foot in pre-cum. The fabric one he would lift to his lips to kiss.

Finally Discord, the original one, came up floating up over him, the other three silent aside from the occasional moan of desire.

“A-Ahh…” Spike squirmed, never feeling any level of sensation similar to this. His cock was still horribly hard. Discord presented his cock to Spike, stroking it slowly near the dragon’s face. Almost instinctively Spike opened his mouth to suckle on the head of the cock and then take more. Three Discord bodies near his top all brushed together trying to stimulate the dragon while the fourth continued to get a footjob, Spike’s soles running over the bumps of the dragon cock and occasionally his toes getting licked or sucked. Discord’s taste and scent was overpowering him, and the fet times Discord would let him breathe it was only for a few seconds before Spike greedily sucked on the cock once more.

After a few minutes of this Spike was turned over and all the demi-god’s changed positions. Spike was forced up to his knees Two went down to either of his feet now that he was on his belly, but his legs were spread far apart so his cock dangled freely. One of the judge Discord’s sat in front of him now with another cock, this one not covered in Spike’s saliva. Spike licked at it now that he had a bit more room to work and used his hands to pump it slowly.

The original discord was between Spike’s legs. Between the tongues ravaging his soles Discord positioned his head under Spike to suckle on him. When Spike dared to look up from the cock he could see that the original Discord was on his back with his tongue running against Spike’s own, his paw on his cock stroking. He lifted his avian like fingers to tease Spike’s hole once more, slipping in as though it were nothing.

“Oh, Chubby Cheeks!” The one he had been sucking moaned loudly in a almost fake sounding kind of way. Spike licked at the cock head, trying to ignore just how much he would rather pant and accept the stimulation. His entire bottom half was being teased and tormented. Tongues on his soles and a cock being drug over his stocking covered foot while Discord suckled his cock and fingered him.

All of the Discord’s occasionally moaned from either stimulation or just to tease Spike. The original Discord’s tongue ran circles around the base of his cock and spread his hole with his fingers and kept this up for a few minutes before finally sliding out from under him and grabbing Spike by either side, a dragon-like cock suddenly pressing itself to the base of his hole. It was already covered in lube given Discord’s magic and pushed slowly while Spike tried his best to focus on sucking the judge Discord’s cock. He kept trying to scrunch and curl his toes at the stimulation from both ends he received, but one of the Discord’s was holding back his toes to run his tongue underneath them and occasionally nibble on the balls of his bare sole.

Spike was spitroasted between the two, and ever time he bobbed his head on Discord’s cock he felt the original's push into him. The Discord inside his hole was squeezing his sides roughly and leaning over him while he panted slowly. He could feel Discord’s damp sweat as his cock drove in and out of Spike’s hole, the dragon barely able to focus on swirling his tongue over the head of the other to keep from moaning. He felt something warm and sticky burst onto his stocked foot and realized one of the Discord’s had already cum. The other one pulled off the remaining stocking and now switched between both bare feet to lick and force Spike’s toes to squeeze his cock head. Soon cum covered his other foot in another hot splatter and drizzled between his toes and onto the floor.

“A-Ah!” The Discord he was sucking cried out just as Spike stopped suckling. His closed his eyes to feel cum hit his face and drip to the floor, the cock shooting three times before it came out in a steady stream down his cock. Spike buried his face against the floorboards while the original Discord pushed in and out of him.

All that was left was the original Discord fucking him. Spike was forced up onto his knees with Discord still inside of him so that Discord could reach his hands down and pump Spike’s cock in tune with each thrust he made. Spike was starting to sweat and heard Discord’s balls slap against him, the demi-god also warm to the touch and damp on his furry chest under his dress shirt.

Spike came first, lifting his hands and grabbing Discord’s shoulders from behind so that his cock shot far, at least six or so feet, in a burst of semen as he orgasamed, the pleasure from Discord ramming in and out of him met with waves of desire and need. He fell onto his elbows again, panting and groaning from Discord still pushing in and out.

“Ngnn…” Discord made a sound, and suddenly Spike felt himself be filled with semen. It leaked from his hole when Discord pulled out and panted, still squeezing Spike by the sides. His claws released and Spike fell to his side and then onto his back. He looked around, realizing all the other Discord’s were gone.

“Why in Equestria are you so tired?” Discord asked. “That was my fourth time doing that today! Do you honestly think time travel is easy?”

“There’s so much cum,” Spike actually laughed when he spoke. As the high of his horny nature faded he only now just realized he had four Discords each release onto him. It was a tired, gaspy laugh, but it was still genuine.

“Mmm, yes,” Discord said, imitating that stupid accent again. “It was quite a bit… excessive.”

Discord laid on Spike and kissed him briefly, Spike giggling through it. They hugged briefly, or more Discord nibbled on Spike’s neck while Spike hugged him to keep from squirming. His hands were already roaming Spike’s body, as though he were unable to rest even a moment being intimate with the young dragon. He dug his lips against Spike’s cheek and another sizzling sound came off.

“If you want, I could take another show to a shower,” Discord said, his fingers on the base of Spike’s cock. “Sadly no stockings or panties. But maybe a speedo…”

Spike giggled. Weirdly enough he wasn’t yet tired from all of that, and Discord’s kiss seemed to fuel him when he sat up and let the demi-god pick him up and hold him bridal style.

“What do you have in mind?” Spike asked.