Chapters 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.
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.
Hypnosis
Spike knew he should have been suspicious. The dragon had seen what he had come to understand as signs throughout all of Ponyville, but he wanted to push that possibility away somewhere deep to the back of his mind. Signs with random assortments of colors, cotton candy vendors with green cotton candy, and on top of it a heavy aroma of sweet, sugary pastries despite the fact that Sugarcube Corner was on the opposite side of town.
The collar’s dog tag jingled. Spike let a whimper escape his throat as he felt his burning hot cheeks brush against the back of his hands. He had been pulling at the collar for three minutes now. Its devilish tug had appeared sometime when he was walking down the street of Ponyville, foolishly letting at least three ponies stare at him with wide, concerned eyes before he had been smart enough to catch on.
The dragon hadn’t dawned onto the fact of this until a poor old mare asked him if he was part of a new fashion trend. Spike had to run after that.
It was a busy day in Ponyville. Of course it was. Spike could hear several dozen ponies just outside of the alley that he had been smart enough to duck into. Their chattering and mindless laughter the background for his upcoming panic attack due to the fact that he still could not unhook the buckle of his new prison. The collar that Discord had tugged on so often and called him Chubby Cheeks was now more embarrassing that it had ever been. The thought of that, the memories, caused an untimely and more importantly uncomfortable stirr between his legs that forced him to awkwardly lift his knees a few inches and close his thighs.
“Mmm,” Spike hadn’t dared to verbally vent his frustration, so he kept it in awkward grunts and pants. He hadn’t taken time to see what fence he had hopped, only that he had seen a fence to hop. Through the cracks of wood he could see movement, but nothing solid enough to actually make out the details of any mare or stallion. He peaked around the large box he had taken refuge behind and felt his toes curl into the soft grass when he saw the fence.
And then a tug on his neck. Spike let out a yelp of shock and fear when his head snapped back into position in front of him. He gripped his collar tightly, but now saw a long red leash attached to the hook where moments ago there was none. He didn’t need to look up for long to see the draconequus responsible for his humiliation. Discord was sitting on a set of craters that were about four feet off the ground with his avian-like fingers drumming right beside him. His lion paw gripped the collar and gave it a slight tug.
“Honestly,” Discord sighed not as though he were bored. “How ever am I going to win dog trainer of Equestria if my puppy doesn’t come when I so much as tug on his leash?”
“D-Discord, why did yo-!” Spike snapped, but near instantly covered his mouth and looked down when he realized just how loudly he had snapped. The last thing he wanted or needed right now was a pony to see him not only in a collar, but also in a leash pulled by Discord with a certain problem between his legs that made him fearful of opening them just yet.
“There is quite an entertaining story behind that, honestly,” Discord sighed dreamily and slinked down from the set of boxes and laid his body down on the grass to actually slither closer and up to Spike. “Here I was thinking an alleyway would be quite a romantic setting. We could eat spaghetti and when we get to the end of a noodle we would kiss an-”
“Discord!” Spike snapped again. It was more of a hiss this time. “Y-You put a collar on me in public!”
Behind Discord’s ever teasing, chaotic eyes Spike saw something drop in the slightest.
“You’re no fun,” Discord sighed. He placed his lion-like paw on Spike’s ankle and wrapped it around slowly. Spike felt his muscles involuntarily tighten, but Discord’s claw began tracing against the side of his foot. “You honestly think I’d let all of Ponyville know you’re nearly as much of a kinky dragon as you’ve shown me? I’m offended. I obviously erased the memories of anypony who saw you.”
“Could have clued me on on that?” Spike grumbled.
Discord rolled his eyes, and then his head. The demi-god was seemingly growing bored of the conversation already, for he kept letting his fingertips stroke individual blades of grass and change them into an assortment of colors from neon pink to dark black.
“You know how this game works by now, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord chuckled. Those yellow and red eyes narrowed before Discord looked to Spike with a sudden lustful smirk. He pulled on Spike’s ankle and pressed his lips down to the top of Spike’s foot, and then the end of his middle toe. Spike gripped at the grass with his hands, feeling a few bits tear up when his muscles tightened. He began massaging Spike’s foot from both the bottom and the top using both of his hands, the more thick lion-like one on bottom. “Don’t you feel the least bit sorry for the true victim here?”
“What victim?” Spike asked, a bit distracted as he was debating on if he was upset enough to pull his leg away from Discord.
“Me!” Discord cried out with an offended sort of sound. “I had to lay in the castle all alone on my triple king sized bed getting harder and harder thinking of your lips and toes and chubby cheeks running against my cock!”
Somehow the demi-god managed to say this without breaking the character of him indeed being hurt or offended in some way.
“Um…” Spike drew a blank. His frustration and anger was subsiding into confusion. “Sorry?”
“I suppose I could forgive you,” Discord sighed, removing his hands from Spike’s foot and then dragging them up to Spike’s sides. He used his head to push apart Spike’s legs, though Discord wasn’t looking for the suddenly exposed half-hard dragon cock that Spike held, but his lips. He scooted up closer until he was able to fully wrap his arms around Spike’s body, the dragon finding himself almost without thought letting Discord kiss him.
Discord had been doing that more. More and more kissing the more frequent their sessions had become. Sometimes he snuck them, and sometimes he was more blatant as he was now. As Spike lifted his arms and touched either side of Discord’s head he felt a tongue press against his lips. Spike accepted it and allowed Discord to drag him forward until he was on his back and Discord was above him. When they parted, Discord was already greedily running his lips down Spike’s chest and keeping his legs spread apart.
“A-Ahh!” Spike cried out as thin, avian fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and hooked under his balls. Discord’s tongue extended and soon his lips encompassed the head of Spike’s dragon cock. The demi god was suckling greedily, using his lion paw to keep Spike’s leg spread and down, just when Spike cracked open his eyes and stared at the open sky to see a pegasus. The pegasus wasn’t looking at them, just flying overhead close enough where if he happened to look down he would see a scene that he might want to burn from his mind.
“A-Ahhh, s-stop!” Spike’s moan converted to a yell of fear as he pushed Discord’s head up and instantly covered his cock with his hands. He squeezed his legs shut and sat up, hunching over his body.
“Are you seriously going to cum already?” Discord asked. “I had about five dozen things to do to you before that.”
“N-No!” Spike snapped back and pointed to the sky. He lowered his voice fast when he realized he was shouting. “There’s ponies everywhere, you can’t blow me here!”
“What’s the problem, if anypony sees I’ll just erase their memory and make them go away,” Discord spoke as he shook his head. He seemed to talk as if this was simply common sense.
Spike glared at him, and then looked down. Spike’s heart was beating, and fast. Fast enough where he was very nearly concerned for his own health as he clamped his hand over his chest. He took a moment of the rare silence that occurred when he was with Discord and listened, able to make out at least three conversations just on the other side of the fence.
“Look,” Discord sighed, and rose up into the air before gliding around Spike and landing behind him, placing both hands on either one of Spike’s shoulders. “What if I had a way to relax your mind a bit? And perhaps make it a bit more pleasurable to you?”
Spike stayed silent for a little while, but eventually after some massaging on his shoulders he turned to look into Discord’s eyes.
“Are you familiar with hypnosis?” Discord questioned, a devilish smirk appearing on his face. “The act of bending you to my every desire no matter how resistant you would normally be.”
“You said you don’t hypnotize ponies into sleeping with you!” Spike snapped.
Discord rolled his eyes and then groaned.
“The dragon who wears panties doesn’t understand a fetish,” Discord rose back into the air and began to circle slowly, now on his back as though he were floating in water. “I’m simply saying some ponies enjoy giving up any and all control… but it also relaxes your mind greatly. You’ll care about nopony else but me until I say so.”
Spike watched Discord point to the sky and change a cloud’s colors to that of orange, and then pink. He seemed to be distracted already while Spike pondered the idea. He felt his cock, still hard as ever, press against the palm of his hands.
“Will anypony see?” Spike mumbled.
“Only if you want to put on a little show,” Discord smiled at Spike. Spike knew for a fact not to even give Discord an inch in this discussion and glared at him. The draconequus’ smile faded and eventually he shook his head. “No, as I said anypony who sees I can erase their memory without even looking.”
Spike watched Discord extend his hand. Spike stretched out his own slowly, his breath caught somewhere in the back of his throat as nerves began to swarm in his body. When he took Discord’s hand, a sudden buzz of electricity coursed through his palm.
“GAH!” Spike shouted. Discord had a shock buzzer in his hand, but it was too late for Spike to retract as Discord gripped him tightly and pulled him forward by both hand and leash. Without warning he laughed and grabbed Spike by his sides and set him down on the box that Discord had previously been sitting on. Spike sheepishly closed his legs and felt his cheeks grow hot.
“You positive?” Discord questioned. “You won’t have much of a say in the matter once I do it.”
“Y-Yeah,” Spike answered sheepishly. “I’m sure.”
“Excellent,” Discord purred. “Look deep into my incredibly charming eyes,”
Spike blinked and did as he was told. Discord’s eyes began to glow in an assortment of rings, and before Spike knew it he felt that gaze grab him. Though he could look away if he wished, the desire to stare into it was so strong that he was almost beginning to forget why he was looking in the first place. His leg muscles loosened, and eventually he sat with his legs spread and his cock exposed.
“You want to be mine,” Discord said. He extended his avian-like fingers and grabbed Spike’s chin. He slipped his fingers under Spike’s collar. “You feel it in every vein of your body. Until this collar leaves your neck you have an uncontrollable desire to please and be pleased by me. Is that understood?”
“Y-Yes,” Spike felt the words slip from his mouth. The world was beginning to grow hazy, and all that he could see was Discord’s eyes. The reasoning for his nerves was starting to slip from his mind, and soon all he could feel was Discord’s touch and the fact that his cock was very, very hard. A word popped into his head suddenly, one that he wouldn’t think to use a few minutes prior.
“Yes, Master…”
Obey.
The single thought droned on in his mind, and underlying current to his every action.
“Your eyes look even more charming hypnotized,” Discord smiled. His touch as his thin fingers traced down Spike’s body felt more electrifying than before, and a constant drone of the ‘Obey’ continued to echo. “Do you care about those ponies who are just outside the gate?”
“No,” Spike answered. He meant it. He didn’t understand why in Equestria he would care about anything but Discord’s touch. Discord’s smile felt like fire burning in his chest, his gaze like the sun.
Obey.
“Good,” Discord said, and ran the ends of his fingers down to Spike’s thigh. He licked his lips and drug his fingers down to Spike’s knee, and then his ankle on both sides of his body. Spike felt his feet be pushed together, but more importantly he felt Discord’s avian-like finger begin to circle around the arch. “Now, you love it when I touch your feet, do you not? How about you get so hard when I do it you can’t stand it and begin to beg?”
“Alright, Master,” Spike replied without really thinking about what Discord was telling him. Discord’s eyes began to glow in ringlets again, and wordlessly he stroked his fingers up Spike’s foot. Before, the purple dragon had been able to ignore the sensation past mild irritation. But now, it felt electrifying. His mouth involuntarily opened, and a sudden gasp escaped.
“A-Ah!” Spike cried out just as Discord lowered his face and pressed his lips to the arch of Spike’s feet. Almost involuntarily his legs pulled back despite the fact that an overwhelming desire to please Discord flowered through him. It was part of muscle memory, and his sensitive soles wrinkled and scrunched at the slightest of touches. “P-Please, Master!”
Obey.
Discord ran his muzzle back and forth between the feet, burying his nose in between the two before unleashing his tongue and dragging it up against the left side and then down the right. He was letting small purrs and giggles escape his own mouth, despite the fact that Spike was giggling quite loudly by now. The poor dragon was keeping his feet scrunched and wiggling his toes to the best of his abilities in his new master’s iron grip.
Discord’s lips encompassed one of Spike’s toes, and Spike actually cried out in a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort. With every long, lustful lick up his sole Spike felt a wave of pleasure come over his cock. Spike’s feet felt softer than ever, and this was proved by the fact that Discord kept constantly dragging his talon-like fingers under his toes that weren’t being sucked on.
“Do you like it?” Discord asked as his lips left one of Spike’s toes. Even just holding both feet together and running a finger against the edge of either side made Spike whimper helplessly.
Obey.
“Y-Yes, Master” Spike answered. Despite the constant, overwhelming need to make his master happy he still felt a hint of sheepishness crawl into his tone. Before he might not have answered unless forced, but now he was unable to hold back the truth.
“Goodie,” Discord responded in a giddy sort of tone. He snapped his fingers, and Spike suddenly felt magic grip his ankles and spread them apart. He was sitting oddly against the box with his legs up a foot in the air and spread. Discord had full view of his body, and the demi-god’s eyes made Spike feel as though he were doing right in pleasing his new master.
“Oh, exquisite,” Discord purred. He lowered his face between Spike’s legs and wrapped both hands around Spike’s cock. He gave it a squeeze, and Spike cried out. Discord lifted his avian-like finger and began to massage Spike’s cockhead as bits of pre cum leaked out and dirtied his hand. Spike whimpered and bit at his lip.
“Bark,” Discord ordered, and suddenly tugged at Spike’s leash with magic, as both his hands were still occupied.
Obey.
“A-Arf!” Spike quietly barked. He would do anything Discord said without hesitation. He was captivated, and unable to think of anything but making his master happy.
“Good pup,” Discord answered, and opened his hands a bit to reveal a line just long enough for him to glide his tongue up Spike’s cock. He started at the base and wrapped his long dragon-like tongue around Spike’s cock fully before letting it slide back. Discord was now using his hands to grab at Spike’s upper body and pull his arms up, leaving him fully exposed. As he suckled and licked at the cock of his new pet, Spike whimpered and moaned. Every few moments magic tugged the leash, and the dragon would involuntarily bark. Each time it was a bit louder.
“Arf!” Spike cried out just when Discord ran his tongue over Spike’s cock head.
Discord suddenly rose up after a long, tantalizing lick that left Spike panting. He buried his face in Spike’s chest and ran his tongue over to Spike’s armpit. Spike squeezed his eyes shut and felt teeth graze and tongues lick. He swirled his fingers down in Spike’s other one, magic now holding Spike’s wrists above his head.
“Mmmm!” Spike kept his mouth shut as Discord worshiped his body quite literally on every inch, but he was unable to keep the moaning down. Discord was known to lick him in strange places, but now those places felt much more erotic and pleasurable as if Discord willed it against logic to be tied to his already dripping, heated cock.
Obey.
Discord wrapped his arms around Spike’s body and the dragon felt his bindings fall, but his arms were kept above his head as Discord ran his tongue from his armpit to his shoulder and then eventually his neck. Spike felt his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut.
“M-Master,” Spike whimpered through the pleasure. Discord was beginning to nibble on him like a hungry animal on Spike’s poor, defenseless nick just around the edges of his collar. He pulled on Spike’s collar so he could lick some of the most sensitive areas.
Without warning, Discord lifted Spike from the box. He was placed on his belly right on Discord’s chest as the demi-god mindlessly floated around the alley. He pushed back on Spike a bit so the two could look each other in the eye, and with one of his hands Discord pulled on his leash.
“Feisty little pup, aren’t you?” Discord asked. The demi-god blinked his eyes, and suddenly his eyes turned into mirrors for Spike to stare back into himself at. Spike’s own eyes were a colorful mess of ringlets that kept cycling upward. Discord blinked again and his eyes were normal. “Enjoy your new look?”
“Yes, Master,” Spike nodded. Discord gripped his chin and kisses his lips briefly. Spike purred this time, and giggled and tried to kiss more, but Discord held him back.
“Somepony is feisty,” Discord giggled. “Or some dragon, in this case.”
Suddenly Spike felt himself be lifted by Discord’s magic and then spun around. He landed with a hard thud and was greeted with Discord’s large, hard dragon cock in his face. Desire came over him faster than he could imagine and his mouth fell open so he could pant.
Obey.
Heat filled Spike’s body and he crawled forward to grab the dragon-like cock in his hands and place his lips against the cock that was much larger than his own. Unlike Discord being able to fully put Spike’s own cock in his mouth, Spike was forced to only take in Discord’s head and a few more inches before he got about halfway down and could take no more. He rubbed the cock with his hands and tried to pump it the best he could. He could taste pre leaking from Discord’s head and licked at it greedily. In one of the rare instances, Discord showed a moment of weakness as his muscles tensed.
“Good pup,” Discord tugged at the leash. He extended his hand and without warning squeezed Spike’s plump, tasty looking rump. Spike continued to suck and lick his new master’s cock between hesitant moans. With both hands Discord was now grabbing either end of his cock and exposing Spike’s hole. Spike reached back one hand to place over Discord’s own and pull even more. He spread his legs to reveal his hole in full to his master, his lips against the base of his master’s cock.
Discord snapped his fingers, and Spike heard a ‘poof’ sort of sound. He didn’t have time to look back before he felt something soft and fluffy press against his balls. Something that felt like a paintbrush, only much larger. When he looked back it looked like the kind of large makeup brush that Rarity sometimes used running teasingly against his cock and eventually against his exposed hole.
“Mmmm… hehe….” Spike felt a giggle slip from his lips.
“Keep sucking,” Discord ordered.
Obey.
“Y-Yes Master…” Spike struggled to keep the ticklish sensations away. He wanted to please his master, and to be pleased by his master. So he placed his lips back on the head of the hardened cock, and giggled helplessly as the makeup brush traces its way around his delicate, chubby cheeks and against his leaking cock and sensitive balls.
“A-Ahaha…” Spike whimpered, releasing his lips from Discord’s cock as his hole was brushed against. Sensitive strokes that only teased him weren’t helped by the fact that the brush was now moving on its own and Discord was now grabbing both of Spike’s ankles and keeping them spread apart just before the point it began to hurt.
Suddenly Discord pulled. Spike was dragged back up Discord’s body and without hesitation or even time to adjust a muzzle was buried between his chubby cheeks and a tongue ran up against his hole. Sensations that could never be replicated anywhere else ran though Spike, and helpless instinctual whimpers and moans began to fall out of his lips. Discord’s tongue proved like so many times before that he could make Spike into a drooling mess. His master ran the tongue against his hole, and then his balls, and then his chubby cheeks. He bit the cheeks, and Spike cried out.
“Sorry, couldn’t help but taste,” Discord giggled.
Obey.
“T-Thank you, Master,” Spike answered. His leash was tugged on, and he felt a blush grow on his cheeks. Both of them judging how the makeup brush was still swirling against his inner thighs, though much less noticeable in comparison to his hole being pleased.
“Grab your cheeks, pet,” Discord ordered. Spike did as he was told and grabbed either one of his cheeks to expose his hole as much as he possibly could. Before he could even think of anything, not that his mind wasn’t doing much but throbbing with a need to please, he felt something press to his hole. Something vibrating. It didn’t go in, but it did stay against his hole and push hard enough to make Spike think it might. It then ran down his balls and to his cock, and then to his thighs and the bottoms of his knees.
“Like my little wand, Chubby Cheeks?” Discord questioned. Spike was lifted from Discord’s body and placed onto the boxes on his hands and knees. He finally got a glimpse of Discord’s little wand, which looked almost like a microphone with a pink top. It was now against his left foot, and the dragon bit his lip and felt his claws sink into the wood of the box.
The makeup brush was back, this time in full force. When it ran over Spike’s left foot the wand would run over his right. Discord released both and let them alternate in their own time.
“A-Ahahahaha!” Spike cried out, his toes trying to curl but before he could even think invisible twine wrapped around them and forced them back. He was unable to wiggle his toes for freedom. He wanted to please his master, though the torment was intense. He would not beg if it was by his master's hand, but he still desired the ability to squirm.
Discord went back to licking Spike’s hole, using his avian-like fingers to massage and stroke his pet’s cock. Pre was dripping onto the box now, and Spike felt his eyes water from the laughter forced from his lungs.
The makeup brush was tormenting under his toes and the wand was pressed roughly into the arch of his foot, so Discord decided it best to alternate. The wand and brush lifted to reveal in full Spike’s helpless, bound feet. They were flushed pink with torment, but now they were exposed. Spike barely had time to pant before the wand pressed to his hole and the makeup brush ran against his cock. Now Discord planted his face back in Spike’s feet and began to lick and nibble and bite, using his fingers and claws to poke and tease.
“A-Ahhh!” Spike cried out. Somewhere between moaning and laughter he found a spot to helplessly cry out.
Obey obey obey obey obey!
The chant was growing faster in his head now. Spike felt Discord’s cock come up and land on his feet. Spike was turned over without warning and felt his body hit the box with a thud. But soon he was forced onto his back and the wand and brush followed, rubbing up and down his cock on either side as Discord pulled on his leash before wrapping it up around Spike’s wrists and keeping them above his head. With his cock now on the box Discord moved it forward until it was pressing against Spike’s own. He forced the dragon to sit up, holding his wrists in the air like he was a puppet of some sort, and ran both the wand and brush against both of their cocks.
“Mmmmm,” Discord purred, grabbing the head of his own cock with his lion-like paw and squeezing and teasing himself. “Do you think you’ve been tormented enough?”
“Yes, Master,” Spike found his voice having some begging. Though he desired to please his master, he knew his cock and body could not take much more torment. Discord’s fingers found themselves running against his chest and pulling on the bound wrists.
Spike was sweating, and now that he got a good look at the demi-god it appeared he was as well. He let Discord’s cock grind against his own and felt the sensations of flesh force whimpers and moans from his mouth. The wand was against the head of his cock, and the makeup brush was tauntingly running along his shaft. He couldn’t be more helpless and exposed if he tried.
“Please make me cum, Master,” Spike begged.
OBEY!
Discord shoved his hand down under Spike’s balls to under his taint and to his hole. He massaged Spike’s hole and taint, and watched the dragon helplessly squirm in his desire to cum. Pre was leaking so fast that it was getting mixed into Discord’s own. The burning need to please and be pleased by Discord was starting to overtake him, and when he was forced onto his back once more he didn’t hesitate to start sucking Discord’s cock when it was presented. A finger pushed into his hole, and made moans escape through his suckling. Discord pushed harder until Spike could take no more of the demi-god’s cock. Discord was panting now, and rubbing at the base of himself. The wand was pleasing him, but the makeup brush still continued to run against Spike’s own cock. Discord pulled his finger from Spike’s hole, and the dragon bit his lip.
“Ahhh!” Discord cried out. He pulled his cock from Spike’s mouth and suddenly grabbed Spike by the ankles. Discord forcefully pushed Spike’s soft, delicate feet to the demi-god’s cock and without warning, large amounts of semen burst out and splattered against Spike’s feet and between his toes. One burst, and then two, and then three. On the third Discord let the feet drop and the semen hit Spike’s chest and face. Now dripping in semen and so desperately close to cumming Spike panted helplessly.
Discord grabbed Spike’s cock and the wand from mid air. He lowered his head and licked Spike’s hole. Spike cried out and pulled on his tied up wrists and scrunched his feet still dripping in the demi-god’s seed. After all the torment he had gone through, it took no less than twenty seconds of pumping and licking and vibrating against his cock and hole for Spike to cum himself. Four shots of his load flew up, and a few landed on Discord’s face.
“M-Master…” Spike mumbled.
Discord kissed Spike without thinking just as his hands came up to touch the buckle of the collar. Spike accepted Discord’s tongue the moment the collar fell from his neck. In almost the blink of an eye the sounds of the world came flooding back in, and things aside from Discord’s needs mattered. When they parted Spike looked up at Discord, and was able to hear the roar of the crowd and see pegasi flying up in the sky.
“Did… Did somepony hear us?” Spike asked.
“Me?” Discord questioned. He began to undo the knot he had made with Spike’s leash and free his wrists. “Heaven's no. You on the other hand?”
Discord sat up as if suddenly appalled. “Honestly, the things that would shock your Princess if she heard them.”
Spike’s cheeks grew hot despite the fact that Discord smiled oh so devilishly moments later. His memory was hazy, as it was both there and not. He remembered the pleasure, all of it, but couldn’t make out any other detail other than what the two had done. He felt semen on his body in places that made him blush harder. Discord was floating around not looking tired in the slightest. The only hint that he had worked at all was the fact that he still had a few bits of dried semen on his face which he was wiping away with a newspaper that he pulled from behind one of the boxes. One of the headlines was “Adorable Chubby Cheeks Back Alleyway.”
“Funny,” Spike grumbled.
“I thought so,” Discord smiled back. “Do you want me to take you home so if anypony did hear you they won’t see you come out? I’m feeling awfully charitable so you better act fast.”
“That’d be nice,” Spike admitted with a smile of his own. Discord glided down to him and suddenly grabbed Spike in his arms and held him bridal style. He kissed one of Spike’s blushing cheeks, making a loud obnoxious ‘mwuah’ sound in the process, and pulled the dragon close.
“Can you at least warn me if you’re gonna do something like that in public again?” Spike asked, looking up at Discord.
“Oh, Spikey,” Discord sighed and shook his head. “You obviously don’t get half the fun of this game yet.”
Author's Note
Every chapter I get more and more blatant with my fetishes. Though admittedly the hypnosis idea is something I've never been into before but somebody in the comments recommended it and I thought it would be fun. Which it was.
They didn't specify tickling Spike's feet though. Which is my idea. I warned you if this continued it would basically be Spike's feet for 5000 words. In a weird way it's kind of nice finally letting stories like this and "Intoxicating" not be so vanilla since I'm starting to not feel so ashamed by my fetishes.
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.
Show
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
“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.
Author's Note
I seriously can't believe I pretended this sex fic was about Spike's ass when it's literally 90% submissive foot fetish dragon the saga.
At least I have an "audience" for that. Go me?
Anyway I really wanted to write something that wasn't just generic going to place then having normal sex, if that makes sense? I wanted to focus more on a singular idea and play off of that to make it erotic. I think I succeeded, but you'll all be the judge of that. I'm not sure how I "feel" about it exactly but it's nice to try something new.
Restaurant
Spike felt out of place. He felt the eyes of every important, fancy pony of Canterlot draw to him when he so much as walked into the restaurant alone, much less sat in what felt like the dead center of the room under a large, crystallized chandelier that swung gently in the breeze from a nearby open window. He stared up at it only so that he would be unable to feel the stares of the ponies gawking at just why exactly Princess Twilight’s dragon had come alone to such a high class establishment. Even in what little he had managed to scrape together in a moment’s notice, most notably the tight bowtie around his neck which was a bit awkwardly tight, he still felt out of place in appearance alone. While he had direct connections to a quite literal princess, Spike had never felt right in the proper Canterlot setting of wealth and wine and talking small talk just to hide the idea of business deals.
“Anything to drink, Sir?”
“Ah!” Spike jumped at the sound of a voice that startled him. He didn’t mean to actually shout so loudly, it had just taken him by surprise. He felt his face burn a bit when he saw the unicorn who had a brow raised blink at him. This waiter had a small, thin blue moustache with a mane of the same color to match it. He had a thick accent that many of the ponies around Canterlot had, and tapped the end of his quill against the pad he had before him impatiently.
“Um,” Spike began, looking down to his lap. In his hands he had been holding a letter for quite a while now. It had appeared in his bed that morning surrounded by a circle of rose petals in a cheesy kind of way. Even now the paper seemed to be fermented in some sort of girly perfume kind of scent that reminded Spike of Rarity in a way. Inside there was only a few words written so perfectly in calligraphy that Spike hardly would have believed the owner if it wasn’t for the fact that it was written in a rainbow of colors.
Of course, Spike didn’t open this letter for ponies to gawk at in public. Yet he had read it probably twenty dozen times since this morning alone. He felt nervous just sitting here, yet he wasn’t sure why. He kept looking around, imagining Discord to appear.
“Are you expecting somepony?” The waiter questioned, his brow seemingly permanently raised in a cocked expression.
“O-Oh, I don’t… know,” Spike chuckled. He honestly couldn’t predict with Discord, and he wasn’t about to be say he was waiting for the demi-god that tormented all of Equestria to show up. “Just give me a water for now, alright?”
“As you wish,” The waiter said.
Once Spike was left alone he sighed loudly, putting one of his hands up and against his face in an elongated sigh. His heart was beating in a way that he really hadn’t expected ever since this invitation had arrived. He honestly was unable to tell if this was some kind of date or not. He had lost track of just how long him and Discord had been having their sessions together in secret, but it didn’t take an idiot to see just how much more affectionate the Demi-God had become towards him. So much long, drawn out kissing and cooing and telling him how adorable he was. In their first weeks of play Discord would leave him alone nearly directly after cumming, yet more recently he stayed to both wash up and cuddle with the dragon if he so chose. Spike hadn’t been fighting it; he hadn’t wanted to fight it. Yet still he never expected something like this, for Discord to ask him out on a real date.
“Mmm,” Spike made an uncomfortable noise, still unsure how to feel. He put his hands together with his thumbs on top puttering against each other while he scooted in his chair closer to the table, his legs slipping under the long tablecloth that was so lengthy that it only sat a few inches off of the marble flooring. His toes just barely touched the ground, and he felt them curl slightly against the cold flooring.
The waiter soon returned with a large glass of water. Spike took a sip of it just as a menu was laid out before him. He sighed loudly and picked it up, still looking around. He wasn’t positive if he should wait or not for Discord… or honestly if Discord would even show up. It might have been funny to the Demi-God to send him to an expensive restaurant and then expect him to pay himself.
“Anything to start with, Sir?” The waiter asked. “Or do you need a minute?”
“Uh, well,” Spike began, picking up the menu slowly. He stared at the cover, and then felt his eyes widen. It took him a minute just to register what exactly he was seeing.
Chubby Cheeks Galore; The Entire Spikey Wikey Menu.
“Oh my Celestia,” Spike mumbled, turning the menu over and slapping it down fast only to be greeted by a picture of himself on his back, his mouth slightly open in a moan and his cheeks flushed and heated. There was a hand on his cock in the image, and small markings on his body in pen. Spike could remember that night where Discord had tied him up and drawn on him humiliating words. It was less than a month ago.
“W-What is this?” Spike asked, his voice loud and frantic. He covered his hands over the menu’s back. “W-What the heck, dude?”
“Um,” The waiter seemed confused. “The menu, Sir?”
“N-No, I mean this!” Spike shouted, showing the back of the menu to the waiter. The waiter stared at it and blinked a few times.
“The… winery options?” The waiter questioned.
Spike was raggedly breathing now. He felt his arms shake slightly as he set the menu down slowly, staring at his bound up body being pleasured. He felt nervous and his heart was pounding. He realized very quickly that he must be the only one able to see any of the lewd, downright embarrassing images scattering this menu. He swallowed hard, and turned away from the waiter as he covered his mouth to fake-cough.
“U-Uh, give me a minute, please,” Spike sputtered out.
The waiter seemed all too eager to trot away to his next table after Spike’s little outburst. Ponies were staring so he looked down hard at the tablecloth and by extension the menu. He found himself shaking slightly, his face bright red with embarrassment. He closed his legs together, the sight of his own body laid out in such a way bringing back memories of a night that shamefully began to draw out something between his legs. Spike swallowed hard, opening the menu slowly as he kept looking over his shoulder to assure that nopony thought he was looking at porn in such a fancy place. He looked around for Discord, yet saw nothing.
The inside was somehow worse. It wasn’t just images anymore, but descriptions handmade by Discord with over the top, erotic descriptions. They were all nights he could remember clearly.
The first image under the selection “foreplay” was that of Spike’s upper body strung up with his arms above his head and a blindfold over his eyes. The image was of Discord holding him down, their lips interlocking as a tongue was forced into Spike’s mouth. Spike’s back was slightly arched with pleasure, and it was clear he was moaning in the image. There was another shot of one of his armpits with Discord’s tongue against it dragging slowly upward, a look of pleasure of Discord’s face. His avian-like fingers were groping against Spike’s chest and back as if to pull him closer and bury his face deeper.
A way to excite our main course is to kiss and lick some of his most sensitive areas. While it’s no fun to dive right into the desert, a small bit of writhing from the way he reacts to deep and passionate kissing is more than enough to make anypony realize the true appetite for a purple, submissive dragon. Add this to his smooth, bare armpits which he gives up oh so willingly to the promise of a tongue lapping his body greedily. The pleasure he receives off of such simple kiss or lick of his bare pits is enough to wet any dominating draconequus’ appetite for dragons.
“Oh my Celestia oh my Celestia,” Spike mumbled again and again. His heart was pounding at the images and descriptions. This was Discord’s plan, it had to be. To get him worked up and upset and worst of all horny in the middle of such a high class establishment. It was working, too. Even now Spike had to desperately keep his legs shut so that even under the long tablecloth he wouldn’t bare his cock for all to see.
Spike kept looking around, waiting for Discord to show himself in some way. Spike honestly couldn’t tell just what the demi-god was thinking, yet worst of all Spike had no idea why he considered this could be a real date. Spike had been expecting this, and he had to admit it had been at least a week since he had last seen the demi-god. Discord was sure to be pent up, as was he. He had found that in the months him and Discord had been having sex that simply being alone with his own thoughts was never enough anymore, he needed the real thing now that he had been given a taste.
Spike’s eyes went back to the menu. Just below the foreplay section was already the sight of what Discord had named “Dragon Exclusive Pleasantries.”
It made his toes curl ever so slightly at the sight of it, for in the menu was two very large images of his feet. The picture on top they were bare and with a tongue dragging against them and preparing to suckle on his pudgy toes. They were held captive by very visible string around his two big toes tying them together so he couldn’t squirm or pull one away. Discord’s avian-like fingers were poking gently into his other free sole and Spike could all but recall the pleasurable, ticklish sensation of Discord’s tongue accompanied by his fingers touching his bare feet. The thought of it alone made it almost hurt for the dragon to keep his legs shut. It didn’t help when the other picture was also of his feet, but this time in pink stockings with one covering the other shyly. Spike could almost feel the fabric of the soft stockings along his soles. Discord’s avian fingers were on the tops of his feet, a thumb hooking around to run up and down the soles as if showing them off for the camera that Spike couldn’t recall so much as existing.
The simple perks of having a dragon as a submissive over your run of the mill stallion comes down to one’s appeal over the sight of their plump, wide soles. So lick enticing and erotic to the smallest of sight and touches. In our restaurant we promise to provide only the most tasty, ticklish, and all around erotic looking dragon soles on all of Equestria. Wiggling option, will provide string to tie back toes if desired for less lively playthings. Comes with free lotion to massage your dragon feet whenever they just aren’t naturally soft enough, or if you just want to hear them cutely whimper at how much they refuse to admit just how turned on they become at the slightest lick of their bare, tasty soles. Available bare and with stockings for the more adventurous of fetishistic doms. Stockings expected to be returned covered in saliva and or your own seed.
Spike HATED the fact that he was becoming turned on by Discord’s over the top oddly descriptive descriptions of his most sensitive body parts. He whimpered quietly, but it was the kind of embarrassment not near crying. He wanted to spread his legs even the tiniest amount just due to the fact that his thighs were trapping it so tightly it simply hurt at how it couldn’t grow. He looked around, and scooted the chair into the table and under the cloth until his belly was against the table top. He spread his legs a few inches and felt his cock stick out, a bit of a sigh of relief escaping him.
The waiter turned, his gaze looking a bit skewed as though he weren’t exactly happy about having to come back to the strange dragon who was blushing fiercely and yelping at random.
“Have you… made up your mind, Sir?” The waiter asked hesitantly.
“Oh, yeah, uh...” Spike coughed lightly into his claw. He looked at the menu for a bit, widening his eyes and nodding as if he wasn’t looking at his own feet or armpits. “Um… this thing right here sounds good?”
Spike pointed to a random picture of his bare feet, hoping that his blush wasn’t too intense. He also hoped that the waiter truly couldn’t see what he saw as he nodded slowly.
“Ah, the fresh garden hay salad with a dressing of choice,” The waiter smiled, happy to have finally been given a proper answer. Spike let himself sigh a little before turning away.
“Now, would you like your cock licked now or later?”
Spike froze. His eyes widened once more as he turned slowly to the waiter. The waiter stared at him expectantly, tapping at his pad with a tightening in his jaw to indicate his growing impatience with the young dragon.
“What?” Spike asked, trying to sound natural.
“What kind of dressing would you like?” The waiter asked, his face slightly annoyed as if he had just repeated himself.
“S-Surprise me,” Spike responded.
Strangely enough, the waiter paused with his hoof extended. For a moment, Spike’s heart raced in fear that he might take away the menu. Yet for some reason, after he blinked a few times and withdrew his hoof, he began looking around as though in confusion. He took a step away with a bit of a shrug and turned. Spike stared down, knowing instantly it was Discord’s work.
“I hate you,” Spike mumbled in a defeated sort of tone.
“Oh, surely you don’t mean that,” Discord’s voice sounded off.
“AH!” Spike cried out loudly in shock. He nearly fell right out of his chair, but the threat of his hardened cock being exposed kept him firmly rooted. He whipped his head around, ignoring the ponies who were now staring at him, and looked around frantically for the source of that voice. It clicked after a few seconds, that the voice sounded as though it came from below. He kicked out his leg, and realized that it had connected with something soft and hairy. It startled him, but he managed to keep his mouth shut as he heard a loud cry of sarcastic sounding pain.
“Owwwww! Spikey!” Discord’s voice whined. Spike realized very, very quickly that Discord was under the table. How long he had been there Spike had no idea. He put his hands on the tablecloth ready to lift it, but then the fear of his hardened cock came to mind. He whimpered quietly, and then saw right next to his chair under the tablecloth the head of Discord slowly slide out. The demi-god was on his back, floating less than half an inch off of the ground and staring up. Both his arms were behind his head as though he were relaxing. He winked at Spike, and Spike looked away and around wondering if anybody noticed. How could anybody NOT notice?
“I must say, I don’t think I’ve been near your feet and cock for nearly that long without at least giving myself a tiny treat,” Discord laughed, and loudly. He then stuck out his tongue mockingly, and Spike saw that it was varying shades of purple.
“What are you doing?” Spike mumbled quietly so not to look like he was talking to Discord. He kept his head pointed downward at the menu, the sight of his own body staring back at him. Discord chuckled in what could have been confused for a girlish giggle. Spike kept looking around, wondering why nobody would question Discord simply laying on the floor clearly exposed.
“Oh, please,” Discord rolling his eyes playfully. “It’s not like anypony can see or hear me but you, Spikey Wikey. You’re given the ultra special treatment, how does that make you feel?”
Spike didn’t respond, simply blushed. He felt annoyed and embarrassed and admittedly a little excited all at once. He watched waiters somehow always swerve around Discord’s body as Discord yawned loudly. Spike slowly felt something wrap around his ankle that he assumed was Discord’s tail as he smiled up at Spike.
“I think I’m eating off of the special course tonight, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said. “Do you like my menu?”
“Mmm,” Spike responded, too fearful of speaking out loud given the fact that he was overly aware ponies could see and hear him.
“Look at the entrees,” Discord chuckled, slowly beginning to slide back under the table.
“W-Wait, Discord,” Spike hissed quietly. But it was too late, Discord was already back under the table and Spike was left looking around wondering if anypony had caught him talking to himself. He could now feel Discord slither around under the table. Now that he had shown himself, he wasn’t exactly shy. Spike whimpered quietly when he felt the smallest, familiar touches of Discord’s avian fingers touch the bottom of his right foot. Spike scooted in closer to the table until the table was almost cutting off his breathing by being so hard pressed against his belly. He found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the fact that Discord’s hands were now touching him.
Discord’s lion-like paw drifted up the inner parts of his thigh while the avian hand ran along the bottom of his foot. He felt lips press up against his shin and then his kneecap, and it reminded Spike all too much of the foreplay they would go through right before Discord began to lick him. Slow, methodical stroking and feeling him up to excite him. Discord enjoyed moving slowly and hungrily along Spike’s body, and Spike had to admit he enjoyed it as well. Even in this setting the thought was exciting in a way, the fear of getting caught strong but the idea of getting away with it dastardly and just stupid enough to be erotic in a way.
Spike looked to the menu and turned the page. The entirety was dedicated to what Discord had dubbed the “Chubby Cheeks Entrees” section. It made Spike excited in the most animalistic of ways, and whatever hardness his cock had lost in the past few minutes was quickly regained when he saw the sights of all the things Discord had done to him. The first image was just of Spike on his belly with his tail raised and rump exposed, Discord’s hand pulling on his cheeks to reveal his hole. This was dubbed ‘the vanilla’ entree.
The second image was similar, except for the fact that both of Discord’s hands were on his cheeks and pulling with the slightest ease on either end to fully reveal his hole this time. There was clear markings writing on his chubby, wide cheeks. Things like “Dissy’s hole” and “Moaner” and “Chubby Cheeks” were scattered about in writing that ranged from neat to chicken-scratch and was never consistent. Spike blushed at the memory, and slowly let his hand glide to under the table to touch the base of his cock. It was dubbed “The Exhibitionist.”
“A-Ahh…” Spike let himself moan out slightly, and then quickly shut his mouth. Discord’s tongue and lips had found the top of his feet and were kissing lightly. He pulled and forced Spike to extend his legs, holding the foot as though it was precious as his lips drug lightly to the sides and began kissing. Spike felt his toes curl just as Discord ran one of his thin avian fingers under the bottoms of the chubbiest parts. A slight extension of his tongue to take one of the toes in his mouth and suckle lightly made Spike whimper, and his other foot curled. Even this little attention made Spike struggle not to touch himself. He kept looking around expecting somebody to notice how turned on he was or how much he wanted to do so, yet nobody showed. Discord simply kept licking and kissing at his toes, burying his nose against his arches and taking in deep breaths with exhales of loud, moaning, and over dramatic pleasure that Spike only whimpered at. He knew that nobody could hear, yet the threat was always there for Discord to be overly chaotic and change that.
Spike kept reading, squirming in his seat. Even he was getting into it now, his heart excited and lips even smiling a bit.
The next image was of a different angle, but mostly of Spike’s rump still. He was standing on his toes with his back facing the camera and his arms clearly above his head in a tied up sort of way. He was wearing bright red, lady panties that could just barely contain the outlines of his chubby cheeks. They rode up slightly into his crack and very clearly were slightly pulled down to reveal more of his thighs yet not quite spoil the sight of a dragon in girly, revealing panties. It was dubbed “The Girly Girl” in pink lettering.
Spike swallowed hard.
The fourth entree was a double image one on top of the other. It had Spike bound up tightly with his rump in clear sight sticking out and reddened as though it were blushing. On it was a paddle of sorts used for table tennis, slapping against his rump in a way that clearly looked as though it made it jiggle at the touch. Spike could remember the sting, and the way it made him feel excited. The second image underneath it was his rump red and hurt looking with Discord kissing and licking it, caressing it slowly with his hands. It was dubbed “To Disobey and Forgive” in bold lettering.
We offer a variety of our own personal brand of Chubby Cheeks for your dining pleasure. Our wide, tender, and overall plump dragon cheeks are directly from some of our hottest dragons in all the land. Bound up for your pleasure in four, great choices of flavor. The classic vanilla offers a succulent, tasteful experience that has become a classic in our dining experience. The exhibitionist offers more for our adventurous, dirty guests who wish to partake in the fantasy of using a dragon used many times before. The Girly Girl is a personal favorite, meant to exemplify and showcase all the plump outlines of our juiciest cheeks. Removable only for the price of hearing him whimper and moan as you lick at his hole. His sweet, tender body is wonderful for our finale entree, “To Disobey and Forgive”. Spanking tools will be provided to those willing to punish and tenderize their meat before partaking in the tender, loving forgiveness of a lifetime as they lick their spanked dragon’s hole until he mumbles apologies for daring to disobey his owner.
Spike breathed in slowly, trying not to let his breath shake at just how much he was blushing. By now Discord had grabbed both of his feet and was worshiping them both in due time. By kissing the soles and running his tongue up the smooth, soft bottoms he made Spike swallow a lump in his throat. He closed his eyes, feeling his blush grow intense. He took long, passionate kisses and kept switching feet now. His avian fingers were holding his ankles together while the paw-like hand kept rubbing his heels and dragging upward when he wasn’t focused on that foot. It tickled and sent sensations to Spike that made him gasp awkwardly and giggle a bit. Discord’s thick, wet tongue ran over his toes and against the balls of his feet where he would suck and kiss at random to make Spike squirm. For a while he simply buried his face into them and sat there.
Spike hesitantly turned the page. He saw an image of his cock displayed with his legs fully spread, his own cum bursting free of the tip and. Just as Discord finally stopped teasing his soles he drew his knees together and hugged Spike’s legs, burying his head onto Spike’s lap as though he were a dog who wanted petting.
“Mmm, I heard a few moans up there,” Discord teased. Spike felt his face grow hotter. “Don’t be too loud or ponies will start talking.
Spike stared at the image of his own cock covered in cum. It was simply titled “Dessert”.
Our dessert is a free bonus with every purchase from our highly regal establishment. The gentle, succulent licks you will give your dragon’s cock before the night is over will draw you closer and closer to the sweet taste of his seed as you bathe your tongue with it. Feel free to have it at any time, though be known that he tastes sweetest with a variety of what has been offered before. Glide your tongue against his cock, and you will be given tender moans along with the taste of a dragon’s cock. The dragon’s pleasure if the only payment acceptable, as his happiness at the end of your meal dictates your ability to return.
“A-Ah…” Spike cried out. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt his legs be pushed apart. The knees brushed at the edges of the tablecloth and began to slip out as Discord buried his face deeper into Spike’s crotch and let his tongue drag upwards on his cock. Spike closed his eyes, daring to squirm away but then remembered how exposed he would be, especially given how Discord was holding his legs open.
“I want my dessert,” Discord purred from under the table. His hands drifted downwards and glided themselves over Spike’s legs back to his bare soles. He guided Spike’s feet until his toes stroked against something hard and fleshy that he shamefully knew instantly even without sight was Discord’s cock. Spike was panting now, silently being commanded to pleasure Discord with his feet. His own cock recieved tender lick after tender lick, pausing at the head to kiss and occasionally suckle for upwards of five seconds at a time before repeating.
Spike tried to gripe Discord’s massive cock by his toes at the awkward angle, panting and squirming and sweating all at once. He felt his neck feel damp against his bowtie and bit down hard on his tongue to keep himself silent. He could already feel something wet cover his feet as Discord was already beginning to come out with pre. He must have been stroking himself this entire time under the table. Spike closed the menu and crossed his arms, looking around trying desperately to look casual.
“Mmmm!” Discord moaned loudly as he guided Spike’s sole from the base of his cock up to his cockhead where he made Spike squeeze the tip with his toes. His mouth was now wrapped around Spike’s cock, his tongue turning around the base as his head bobbed back and forth. Spike panted, his mouth opening slightly only for it to close when he realized he was about to moan.
Discord kept one of Spike’s feet firmly on his own cock while his avian-like fingers ran up the inside of Spike’s thigh and then eventually against the padding of the seat he was on. He felt the knuckles brush against his balls but that wasn’t the prize as they slide with ease between his legs against the seat and his flesh to find the hole of his chubby cheeks. The fingers prodded at that hole and pushed and tugged as Spike trembled slightly. He continued to try his best and slowly pleasure Discord’s cock only to find it was hard to move freely and not cause people to look at him.
“A-Ahh!” Spike cried out once Discord’s finger had slipped itself into his hole. He put his hands up when he realized ponies were staring and tried his best to disguise his moan as a stretch. A few ponies eyes lingered on him as he pushed his chair inward, fully aware of his squirming in his seat.
Soon, the waiter came. Spike saw he was holding a plate of greens and red dressing as it was settled in front of him.
“Th…” Spike tried to say, but it was right as Discord inserted another finger into his hole and it came out as a pant. The wait looked at him, expecting him to finish. Spike trembled slightly as Discord’s fingers explored his insides and the tongue against the shaft of his cock almost vibrated from Discord’s loud moaning.
“T-Thank you, M-Master,” Spike said, and then felt his heart nearly burst with anxiety. “M-Mister! I meant Mister!”
The waiter stared, lifted his brow, and then turned away without saying a word.
“Naughty, naughty dragon,” Discord purred from under the table. Spike closed his eyes and buried his hands into his face. He was embarrassed beyond belief but it was so difficult to focus on that when his cock was so close to a burst of pleasure. Discord had been teasing him for nearly forty minutes by now with images and taunts and words in his head. He kept running his soles lightly against Discord’s cock as Discord suckled his own, his fingers still squirming about inside of Spike and pushing deeper and deeper.
“Nghn…” Spike whimpered. It was so hard to go against everything Discord said he liked about Spike and be quiet.
“Ahhh,” Discord purred. “Your feet are wondrous for this, Spikey,” Discord said. “Tell me, if my cum is invisible will you still have it all over your feet? I’d like to find out.”
“D-Discord,” Spike mumbled.
“O-Oh, too late for protests, Chubby Cheeks,” Discord said in a higher pitched tone than before. Suddenly Spike heard a gentle moan and then felt the burst of cum cover his soles and begin to drip. Three shots from Discord’s cock was enough to go between his toes and then some more.
Discord instantly buried his face into Spike’s crotch and began suckling. His tongue began to very clearly vibrate, motor noise and everything, against Spike’s shaft. Spike felt his arms shake when he tried to move them. He felt waves of pleasure echo in his body, each more intense than the last. Again and again Discord’s head bobbed as Spike closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the table until they hurt. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop his moan, and he began to look around for something to bite onto. He grabbed the nearest fork and shoved food into his mouth until his cheeks were full, own own cock ready to burst.
“A-Aaaah!” Spike cried out. It was muffled, but still loud. His body twitched and toes curled when he came directly into Discord’s mouth and on his vibrating tongue. He was breathing heavily now, even after he came. Discord took no moment’s hesitation before grabbing his feet and lapping up his own cum from his soles. Spike sat back, slowly chewing his food and hoping that his moan looked to be one not of erotic nature. Ponies were still looking at his sweaty, hot body and he felt embarrassment.
Discord slid out from under the table again licking his lips, Spike’s feet feeling wet but free of seed. He sat on the table and picked up Spike’s plate, taking a large bite out of the plate but not the food. Nopony noticed.
“Well, that was erotic,” Discord said, tapping the table as several bits appeared in a pile. He then ate the rest of the plate and licked his lips, Spike staring up at him. “What else was there…? Oh, yes, right.”
Discord snapped his fingers. A sudden, large, encompassing puff of air filled the entire restaurant. When Spike blinked he was alone again, yet his table was empty. His menu looked normal again. He still felt hot with the excitement of sex, yet he didn’t feel unclean in the spots Discord hadn’t lapped up.
“Yes, what would you like to drink tonight, Sir?” The waiter pony came back from before.
“Uh, I uh…” Spike looked around. Nopony who had been looking cautiously to him before was looking now. Even the waiter stared at him as though he had never met him. Spike slowly slid out from the table and stood up. “S-Sorry, I think I’m at the wrong place.”
Spike left without saying another word. He was just barely out the door before he caught sight of Discord floating nearby in the closest alleyway. He was on his back and outstretched when Spike approached before he rolled over in mid air and smiled down.
“What was that?” Spike asked.
“Simple memory charm,” Discord chuckled. “Nopony there remembers how strangely you acted. You’re just a customer who came in and left instantly, now. Though those ponies might wonder just how fast time flew.”
Discord lowered himself until he was at Spike’s level and took him by the hand, pressing his lips lightly to Spike’s own. Spike pulled away gently, but then received a kiss on his cheek.
“Oh, it’s been so long since I made you cum without at least a bit of a kiss,” Discord giggled. “Tell me, how was the real deal?”
“U-Uh,” Spike stuttered slightly. “K-Kind of erotic, I guess.”
“Kind of?” Discord cried out in shock. “Do you know how much effort I put into that? I had to think for at least a week how to get you to agree to that date thing?”
“Mmm,” Spike replied. “I-It was hot, really.”
Spike tried to chuckle and shrugged at his shoulders.
“I just thought, y’know,” The dragon scratched behind his head. “It was a real date, or something. It was kind of embarrassing but pretty hot, Discord. Just… didn’t think it was just sex.”
“Oh,” Discord said in an almost bored sounding tone as he floated upward and rolled back onto his back. “Honestly if you wanted a real date you just needed to ask. You dragons are awfully quick to beat around the bush. It’s rather boring trying to play guessing games.”
“Mmm,” Spike felt his face grow warmer. Discord rolled over in the air a few times as he looked over his shoulder to assure nopony was staring at them from the streets.
“Well fine,” Discord rolled his eyes, looking down to Spike. “I’ll think of something ‘less sexual’ next time.” Discord used quotation marks and smiled with a dastardly look. “Don’t be shocked if it involves a spa date for an excuse to massage your feet, though, Chubby Cheeks.”
Spike giggled at that. He felt… well, honestly he still felt embarrassed. It was a good kind, though, the sort where his heart beat in an excited sort of way.
“Alright,” Spike said.
