For You, Birthday Boy

After getting cleaned up by Fleur, Spike left the bedroom, stark naked, letting the nice breeze wash over his form as he walked out into the wide spacious living area of the suit. The floor was polished white marble, which practically shinned by itself; a wide circular pit lay smack dab in the middle of the room, the bottom laced with a massive red cushion and the edges lined with white pillows, while to the left of it sat a small cylinder tabletop fireplace, making it the ideal spot to warm up and relax. A little ways away from there was an open kitchen, the counter lined with a four chairs facing toward the inside of the kitchen; beyond there was another counter in the center with a working stove and sink beside it; a wall of cabinets surrounded it before turning a corner into a refrigerator and wine cabinet beside it. Off the right sat a glass dining table with four chairs at each end.

That’s where Spike found the beautiful cellist Octavia; she adorned the same maid uniform as Fleur, the only real difference being that Octavia wore a pair of pink thong that rode up her shapely hips and the pasties that clung to her nipples were a pair of pink music eighth note symbols, the base of the note barely covering her nipples, with her areolas visibly showing. The grey mare seemed to be humming a tune to herself as she set the table, her tail swaying back and forth in time with her tune. While the food looked delicious, it paled in comparison to the gorgeous mare. “Hello, Octavia,” Spike greeted her.

Octavia gave a slight shriek in surprise as she turned around to see Spike standing before her. “Oh, Spike, you startled me,” she said with a slight blush on her face, averting her eyes slightly from his.

Spike quickly took note of this as something Fleur mentioned to him came to mind.

A few minutes ago

“Now, Spike, there’s something I need to tell you about little Tavi before you go,” Fleur said as she washed the remnants of their shower fun from his legs. “Even though she’s here to act as your maid, same as myself, she’s a bit more…reserved, I’m afraid.”

“So, you’re saying I need to take certain precautions,” Spike said inquisitively, raising a brow in curiosity.

“Precisely,” Fleur said with a firm nod, “Octavia isn’t as casual about sex as me, but she isn’t a total prude either. If you wish to proceed with her you need to coax her properly, a little teasing goes a long way, especially given what she just saw between us.”

“So, how would I go about doing this?”

“Well, for starters, it would be best if you went out there as is. She needs to get used to seeing you naked and seeing you as such will make her more comfortable as well. I can’t tell you what Rarity and I had to do to get her in uniform. Trust me, the more she sees the easier it is for her to accept and deal with. Just go out there as if nothing is wrong.”

Present

"Alright, Fleur, let’s see if this works," he thought to himself as he proceeded forward. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” he quickly apologized.

“It’s okay,” she said, still not making eye contact as she brushed a lock of her mane from her face. “Actually, I should be apologizing for peeping at you and Fleur during such a…private moment.”

“No problem,” he said he reached her, leaned down into her ear and whispered, “I don’t mind putting on a show for the ladies.”

The sheer confidence brimming from his voice had an instant effect, the mare’s face turning bright red as a trembling shiver ran down her spin, causing her fur to stand on end as it traveled through her body. Spike smiled at her reaction before casually walking away and moving toward the table. He pulled out his seat and sat down, a large silver platter covered by a dome sat in front of him with silver wear sitting on either side of it. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“Oh, yes,” the grey mare said, quickly pulling herself from her stupor. She quickly moved over to his side and pulled the dome off revealing the meal. Spike’s eyes went wide for a second before Octavia answered his question, “Well, Rarity told us that loved gem stones, so we made pancakes with crushed sapphire shards, butter and syrup on the side. A bowl of small bit sized gems and some hash browns.”

“Sweet, this looks amazing, thanks!” Spike said happily with a wide toothy grin.

“You’re quite welcome,” Octavia smiled back. “Please, enjoy.”

Spike wasted no time grabbing his utensils and digging into the food. The pancakes were heavenly; fluffy and crunchy thanks to the sapphires. He quickly added butter and syrup which only added to the flavor. Octavia watched happily as Spike enjoyed his meal, his constant moaning through each bite making her glad that he liked it so much. She was never much of a cook, especially if it involved adding gems into the mix, but thanks to Rarity’s recipe for them, she managed to pull it off without a hitch. It didn’t take him long to finish the pancakes, using his last bite to whip up the remaining syrup before devouring it.

“I’m guessing you like the pancakes,” she asked.

“Like, I love ‘em, they’re awesome," he said ecstatically. “Glad to see I’m not the only one around here with looks that can cook.”

“Oh, well…why…why thank you,” Octavia stammered a bit in surprise of the comment. “But it’s nothing. I just followed the recipe Rarity gave me. I’m not a good cook, not to mention this outfit is…not really me.”

“You kidding, these pancakes are great and that outfit is too. It really accentuates how lovely your breasts are and I definitely like the pasties too.”

“Y-You do…you actually think I look good in this?” she said, looking herself over nervously.

“Look good? You’re beautiful, seriously, don’t let it fool you, that outfit helps to show how great your figure really is. It’s your body, have some confidence in it. Don’t feel so restrained.” he said before he moved the empty plate aside andpulled the glass bowl of small gem stones to him before grabbing a spoon and scooping up as many as he could and taking a bite; as he did, Spike smiled internally as Fleur’s advice quickly began to pay off.

A few minutes ago

“Next, you need to get Octavia more relaxed with ‘you’. This is pretty easy since all you really need to do is be yourself, but also, don’t forget to compliment her. All girls love to be complimented, but Octavia really needs it. She’s not too comfortable with herself so it’s hard for her to be comfortable with others in situations such as this. Her biggest issue are her breasts, she’s quite sensitive about them.”

“So all I have to do is be nice and compliment a beautiful mare on how big her breasts are? This is going to be a lot more fun than I thought.”

Present

"Hm, what do you know, I was right, this is fun," he chuckled to himself.

Octavia jumped a bit in surprise at the audible crunching sound as Spike crushed the multicolored jewels in his teeth with relative ease. She had heard dragons ate gems, but to actually see a creature willing bite down and crush such a hard substance with just his jaws was quite surprising…and also a bit exciting. As he continued to devour the gems, Octavia couldn’t seem to peel her eyes from the drake’s frame; his toned muscular back where his wide spacious wings sat folded against it; his strong claws tapping against the polished floor while his long lithe tail swayed behind him, dragging itself against the floor; soon after her mind quickly began to recall the recent memories of this drake rutting Fleur senseless in the shower. "Amazing, he’s clearly strong and could easily tear a pony apart, but he was so steadfast and in control of himself that he didn’t hurt Fleur at all. In fact, she seemed to love every second of it. Is he really that good?"

Her enamored train of thought seemed to have more of an effect on her as as her body began to tingle and heat up, but none of it compared to the abundant swelling in her chest."Calm down, Octavia, calm down, you are supposed to be helping a friend, no need to be selfish. You’ve waited this long, you can wait a little longer." she told herself, trying to keep a handle on her urges, however, the slightly painful full sensation of the large mass of liquid in her chest begged to differ. "Or not. Oh, I’ve really waited too long to empty them out, they’re starting to hurt."

“…ia…tavia…Octavia,” Spike called to her, squeaking as she was pulled her from her thoughts.

“Y-Yes…s-sorry, I was…lost in thought,” she chuckled nervously. “Did you need something?”

“Well, I was wondering if you were okay,” Spike asked in a concerned tone. “You seemed to be a bit out of it and you were fidgeting quite a bit. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes…yes, I’m okay, really,”

“Good, in that case, can you do me a favor and get me something to drink. I’m kinda parched.”

“Oh, of course, is there anything particular you’d like?”

“Mmm, nothing too fancy, could I trouble you for some milk?”

The grey mare’s ears twitched while her eyes nearly shrunk to pins. She nervously began to chuckle, much to her own disdain, trying desperately to control herself and already failing miserably. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to poke fun but…did you say…you would like some…milk?”

“Yes, if that’s okay,” Spike asked casually. "Wow, didn’t expect that kind of reaction. Fleur wasn’t joking around when she told me about it."

A few minutes ago

“Now finally, when you’ve broken through her defenses dearest Tavi will be in the palm of your claws. Once you’ve done that, you need to finish her by attacking her weak spot. Now Octavia’s body is a lot more physically sensitive than most mares, but her biggest weakness are her breasts mainly because of her “condition”.” Fleur told him.

“What kind of condition?”

“Octavia has a bit of a lactation issue. Her breasts not only produce milk, but quite a bit of it and fast. She needs to drained of her milk rather often, but she’s been busy as of late and hasn’t had time to do so, so she’s pretty full at the moment and I don’t think I need to tell you how painful that can be for her or how unhealthy it is either.”

“Ah, so that’s why she’s here?”

“Well, that and she needs a good rutting, probably more so than I did. She puts on a polite smile, but I know a sexually frustrated mare when I see one. The poor thing has been so lonely lately, I think this will be a good experience for her and after experiencing it first hand, I believe you to be quite qualified for the job.”

“Job? And here I thought I was supposed to be relaxing. Though given the parameters, I guess I can’t really complain.”

“I think I would be quite cross if you did,” the model said, almost glaring up at him. “Please, Spike, Tavi is a sweet girl and a close friend of mine. I would like to see her happy, even if it is only for a day and you’re the only male I can trust to not take advantage of her. Can you do this for me?”

“How could I say no such a good friend?” he said with a smile.

Present

“So, can I get some milk?” he asked.

“Y-Y-Yes…o-of course…one moment,” Octavia stammered as she turned toward the kitchen.

“Ah, hold it, Octavia,” he said, calling out to her, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. “I like my milk better when it’s fresh.”

“I-I’m sorry…I-I don’t understand,” Octavia said, looking back at him.

“You know, fresh,” Spike said as he reached his tail out, snaking it around her chest before pulling toward him. Octavia squeaked in surprise as she landed in his lap with her back to his face; his tail releasing her waist, letting his arm replace it to keep her still as she settled into her new seat. The drake her body stiffened a bit under his grasp and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You…you know about my…condition?” she asked.

“Fleur told me, she said you’re pretty backed up and in need of a hand,” Spike said as he released his arm from her waist and pulled his hands up, letting them hang just inches from her teats. “So, what do you say, want me to help? I won’t go any further unless you want me to.”

The grey mare sat in silence, contemplating the offer. "Oooooh, it is tempting, my breasts are so swollen and I could really use this; but what if he doesn’t like my breasts, they are pretty big, even without all the milk inside; but he already said he liked my breasts, even Rarity says he likes them big; even so, everypony has their limit, what if mine are beyond that and he really thinks they’re disgustingly huge once he touches them," her frantic thoughts seemed to halt as he felt something pressing into her back. She half turned her head to see Spike laying his head against her back with a content smile on his face.

“Relax, Octavia, it’s okay,” he told her. “Don’t worry about anything else and just speak your mind. If you want me to help relieve you of your milk, say so. If you’re not comfortable letting me do so and want me to let go, say so. I’ll respect whatever you decide.”

Hearing that seemed to work wonders as her tension quickly lessened. She took a deep calming breath, letting the rest of her anxiety leave her body before she opened her mouth to speak, “Spike, would you please assist me in releasing some of my milk?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said happily. Finally given permission, Spike pulled his hands up took hold of Octavia’s enormous mounds, causing Octavia to gasp the instant they made contact. Spike became wide eyed as his claws dug into her supple flesh, his hands almost disappearing into the wonderful orbs as they filled his palm completely. “Octavia, your breasts are amazing. They fill out my hands perfectly, it’s like they’re trying to swallow them up.”

“P-Please don’t say things like that, it’s embarrassing,” she pleaded, trying to contain the pleasure that was already swelling inside of her.

“Alright, let’s get down to business,” he said as he began massaging and kneading her chest. Octavia couldn’t possibly hold back the pleasure filled moans that escaped her as Spike’s hands worked their magic; her breasts moving with the sway of his hands as a soothing sensation washed over them. "Hmmm, this feels so good, it’s even better than when I normally have them emptied and he hasn’t even drained them yet." she thought.

With the long awaited attention they were finally receiving it wasn’t long before Octavia felt her nipples hardening, the stiff nubs pressing harshly against the protection of her pasties as if they were trying to break free. Spike could tell from her mewling and cooing that his tactics were working and decided to change things up. “Octavia, be a dear and turn around for me, I’d like to see what I have to work with.” he said as he let go of her, giving her room to move.

Octavia gave a slight pout when Spike removed his hands, but did as she was told, turning herself around so she saw straddling his lap, her breasts inches from his face. Spike quickly moved his hands back into place, hefting her chest up and down, trying to get a better feel for them. “Wow, now that I can feel the weight better, these things are pretty heavy, I can practically feel the milk sloshing around inside.” he commented.

“I can and it’s becoming unbearable,” Octavia whined, but still enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body.

“Alright, then let’s see what we got here,” he said, moving his hands up to her sensitive nubs. He gave the area around her teats a nice firm grip which forced a loud moan from her. He moved his index fingers to each of her nipples, poking, prodding and massaging them, trying to get them as hard as he could. The grey mare closed her eyes and bit into her lip to try and control herself as her heart began to race. Spike could feel her nipples growing even harder under his touch, but he knew he had to get her more aroused to get the most milk out of her.

He then lifted up the tip of his tail and pressed it between her legs. Octavia gasped as she felt the dragon’s tail rubbing slowly, yet firmly against her marehood, her body quivering from the sudden sensation. “Wow, you’re breast really are your weak spots if they’re enough to get you this wet,” he said with a smirk.

“I can’t help it…if my body…is this sensitive,” she told him, panting heavily between breathes.

“Its fine, it just makes this a lot more fun,” said as he moved his right thumb up to join his index and grabbed the edge of the pasties. “Ready?”

“Yes…please, I…I can’t take much more,” she pleaded desperately.

Spike smiled and slowly began to pull the pasty from her tender flesh. Octavia released a light shriek as she felt the pasties sticky surface tugging at her nipple as it was being removed and then with one quick tug, Spike pulled the musical note clean off. Octavia couldn’t help but scream, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy as her stiff nipple was finally set free of it confines. “That’s one,” Spike said as he tossed the pasty aside and started on the second.

Spike repeated the action, grabbing other pasty and began pulling it loose form the grey mare’s person. As he did, Spike continued rubbing his tail against her heated flower, his tail becoming almost as wet as the panties that separated them from each other. Octavia placed her hands against Spike’s shoulders, using them for balance as the pleasure was becoming too much to bear. Once most of the pasty became undone, Spike once again gave it a quick tug and pulled it off, causing Octavia to once again cry out in pleasure.

With her nipples not fully exposed, Spike wasted no time grabbing them, wrapping his index fingers and thumbs around them, while his hands massaged the areas around them. Octavia could no longer suppress her moans and groans as Spike tweaked and tugged her nipples; other than the pleasure, the grey mare could feel the pressure building inside her chest, warning her what was about to come. “S-Spike, it’s c-coming out…i-it’s coming out!” she warned him.

Having heard that Spike removed his hand from her left breast before leaning forward and taking her engorged nipple into his mouth, wrapping his lithe tongue around the tender nub. With one hard suck of his mouth and tug of his tongue, Octavia threw her head up, screaming as the pressure in her chest finally reached its peak, releasing a large gush of milk into the dragon’s waiting mouth. Spike was almost caught off guard by the sheer volume, but still managed to swallow it all. The next jet of milk came a bit smaller, allowing him to actually savor the taste; it was surprisingly sweet and tangy, the apex of freshness. Spike couldn’t resist the moan that follow, but his was drowned out by Octavia’s. The mare shivered and panted heavily, the soothing relief enveloping her in a state of pure bliss. “Ah, yes… finally…sweet release,” she said with a lust filled smile on her face, her eyes practically glazed over, her mind lost in the euphoric sensation.

She looked down at Spike, watching him suckle the constant flow of milk from her teat, his eyes closed with a completely content look on his face. She smiled down at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing him against her a little harder. “Mmm, that feels wonderful, Spike, I can feel the swelling starting to go down.” she told him.

Spike looked up at her and smiled around he pulled away, licking some of the excess milk from his lips. “Glad to hear,” he told her as he went to massage her breasts lonely twin. “But now, let’s try and drain this one a bit too.” He quickly moved over the other inflated mammary and began suckling from it. Octavia cried out once again as her milk came spraying out almost instantly, quickly filling Spike’s mouth. She was so lost in her lust addled state that she almost didn’t notice Spike’s tail ceasing it’s gentle rubbing until something hard and hot poking took its place, poking up between her legs.

She looked behind her and her eyes widened in surprise when she found the culprit…or rather culprits. She saw both Spike’s draconic phalluses standing fully erect, his upper member nestling a few mere inches from her dripping honeypot; her flow love juices slowly dripping on the harden dragonhood, causing it to throb and twitch, trying to close distance between them and seek some attention as well. "Oh, how rude of me, I’m supposed to be pleasuring Spike today yet here I am indulging in my own needs. I need to fix that." she thought to herself.

Octavia sat back on her knees, lowering her hips, letting Spike’s shaft press against her panty-clad pussy before she began rocking her hips and rubbing her marehood against his shaft. Spike groaned as he felt Octavia grinding her pussy against him, but he quickly regaining control of himself and focused on his task. Minutes passed and Octavia easily felt the swelling in her chest lessening, the same as her other. As much as she wanted this continue, she knew Spike couldn’t possibly drink her dry. “S-Spike, it’s okay…you can stop now,” she said in a somewhat reluctant tone.

Spike released the mare’s tit with an audible ‘pop’ as he looked up at her in confusion. “Really, but I’m not done yet. You’re still pretty full, right?”

“Yes, but you can’t drink it all down,” she quickly responded, the reluctant tone still ever present. “Besides, thanks to you they’re at a more manageable size and they don’t hurt anymore, so…it’s okay.”

“Hmm, you say that but…” he trailed on before looking down, causing Octavia to follow his eyes, causing her own to widen and her face to blush heavily red. “you’re the one still grinding against me.”

“T-T-That’s just because I…I…” she stammered in slight embarrassment, but her hips still refused to stop moving.

“Because you want me to keep going?” he inquired.

“Well…of course I do, but-”

“You said you do and that’s good enough for me,” Spike quickly cut her off before she could object before once again taking her left tit in her mouth and started draining her dry.

Octavia cried out, her body once again succumbing to the wonderful sensation of her milk being sucked out, which only spurred her to grind her hips more aggressively against his member, soaking it as well as her panties. Spike soon switched to the other breast, trying to give them both an equal amount of drainage. Every few minutes or so, Spike would switch back and forth, his senses almost drowning in the heavenly sweetness pouring down his throat and the wonderfully wet sensation of Octavia’s drenched marehood grinding against his dragonhood. Octavia’s mind was a completely blank; nopony had ever tended to her milking her so enthusiastically and with such gusto. She knew Spike wasn’t just milking her because she asked; he did it because he was enjoying it as much as she was. Many times she had a stallion court her; they usually did so simply because they wanted her as a quick lay or as eye candy. Naturally, she was smart enough to cut her losses and break things off before anything serious happened; and even when she thought she found somepony who truly liked her, when they found out how large her breasts were or about her condition, they rejected her, thinking her body was simply too much.

But right here, right now, was a drake who treated her properly. He complimented her, he liked her body, he took her feelings into consideration over his own and respected her choices and he thought of his pleasure over her own. She didn’t care anymore, even if this was just for one day, she was going to indulge herself as well as Spike, because as far as she was concerned, they had both earned it. Time seemed to pass by like a blur, both the dragon and mare lost in each other’s grasp. Before long, Spike could feel Octavia’s breasts shrink a considerable amount now that most of her reserves had been expended, but even so, they still remained relatively big. Octavia’s eyes were completely glazed over, moaning and gyrating her hips away in total abandon as she lost herself in the wonderful treatment she was receiving and the more her milk was drained, the closer she came to another form of pent up release.

“S-Spike, I-I’m so…so c-close,” she stammered her voice trembling as she tried to warn him. Spike smiled around her left nipple as he decided he’d try and finish her off. In one quick motion, Spike opened his mouth to release her tit as he grabbed both her breasts and brought her nipples together before taking both her lactating teats into his mouth. Octavia screamed as she felt Spike suck on her breasts even harder than before, his tongue lapping and flicking against her sensitive nubs as more milk came rushing out. “Y-Yes more…more…I’m…I’m g-gong to cum!”

Just as Octavia was about obtain sweet sexual release, everything seemed to stop as they became encased in the ethereal grip of a light pink magic field; Spike’s sucking and licking, Octavia’s milk flow, her grinding and most importantly, her impending orgasm. Both individual’s eyes widened in shock and confusion before a familiar voice sounded, “Ah ah ah, can’t have none of that now.”

The magic released their heads, allowing them to turn and see Fleur walking over to them, once again clad in her maid uniform. “Well, well, well, looky at what we have here,” the model said casually as she reached them, their bodies still locked in place by her magic. “Seems you two got along just fine without my presence, I’m glad to see that.”

“F-Fleur, what is the meaning of this,” Octavia asked. “Please release us, I was so close.”

“I know, dear, I know and that’s why I stopped you,” Fleur said as she patted the grey mare’s head affectionately. “You’re forgetting that we are here to act as Spike’s maids today. Our first and number one job is to see that Spike enjoys himself.”

“But I am enjoying myself,” Spike pointed out.

“While that may be, Octavia is the only one receiving any sexual gratification from it, even with the way she was shamelessly grinding her hips…” Fleur trailed off as Octavia bashfully turned her head at the comment, “she would have obviously climaxed long before you. That’s a big no no, especially for a maid.”

“Fleur, it’s fine, I don’t-”

“No, Spike, she’s right,” Octavia admitted, cutting Spike off. “I-I wanted you to feel good too, but I was too heavily focused on myself. It’s been a while since I felt this good and I…got a bit carried away. You milking me was more than enough, so let me make it up to you.”

“Good girl, Tavi,” Fleur said happily as she clapped her hands together. “And I think I know of a way you can do that.”

The white mare negated her magic, releasing her grip on the two, allowing Octavia to remove herself from Spike’s person. “Before we start, let’s move this to a more comfortable area, hm?” Fleur implored as she extended her hand to Spike.

“If you insist,” Spike said, taking the mare’s hand. She helped him to his feet, as both she and Octavia wrapped their arms around his on either side of him. The two mare’s guided him to the living room area, setting him down in small in ground couch. Spike instantly melted into his seat, it was like sitting on a cloud. Both Fleur and Octavia remained standing, the former standing behind the latter; Fleur wrapped her arm around Octavia’s shoulder and the other around her waist, resting her head on the grey mare’s shoulder.

“Now, Tavi dear, what you’re going to do next is properly tend to Spike. After getting him all hot and bothered you must take proper responsibility, understand,” Fleur whispered just loud enough for Spike to hear as well. Both mare’s eyes were locked onto his throbbing phallus, his upper one up thoroughly drenched in the cellist’s love nectar. Between the two mare’s Octavia was the most enthralled by the sight, her heart racing as her body desired to return the pleasure Spike had been so gracious to give her.

“Yes, I understand.” She responded.

“Very good,” Fleur said with a proud smile as she moved the hand around the mare’s waist, taking hold of the buttons holding the top together. With expert ease, the white mare unbuttoned Octavia’s top, her breasts nearly spilling forth as what little support her top provided was removed. Octavia let out a slight gasp from the sudden release, but remained still as Fleur continued to remove her top.
Just seeing those two massive orbs fall free in all their majestic beauty was enough to keep Spike rock hard for ages. Watching the two mares so intimately close, listening to Fleur coax and coach Octavia to be more proactive, it was giving him a few ideas, but he figured he’d save them for later. For now, he was content to enjoy the show.

With little effort, Fleur pulled the mare’s top off, leaving her upper body completely exposed. A slight blush came across her face, her hands strongly urging her to cover herself, but Fleur quickly and firmly grabbed her wrists. “Ah ah ah, young lady, you’ve already allowed Spike to milk you as well as straddle him and grinding your sweet pristine pussy against his dick, you no longer have the right to be reserved anymore,” Fleur told her with a lust filled tone. She then took Octavia’s hands and pulled them up to her breasts, placing them over her milk and saliva soaked teats. “Now, you’re going to use these and give the good sir here a special service and you’re not to stop until he cums, understand?”

An audible gulp could be heard as Octavia swallowed her anxiety. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” Octavia said, her voice still hesitant, but with a sliver of confidence hiding beneath it.

Fleur released Octavia, letting the grey mare take charge of the matter as she sat back at the opposite end of the couch and enjoyed the show. Octavia kept her hands over her breasts as she walked over to Spike, almost as if she were presenting him with two glorious treasures. When she stood before him, she sat on her knees, her breasts still in her hands as she looked up at him. “Spike, forgive me for being so selfish before. Allow to make it up to you and return the favor.”

“I didn’t mind, really,” he assured her, waving off her apology. “But if you feel you need to apologize, who am I to say no,” he replied as he spread his legs, giving her access to what they both desired.

“Then, please, allow me to serve you,” she pleaded. She didn’t even receive as answer before she dove in and claimed Spike’s phalluses, wrapping them with the amazing warmth and softness of her breasts. Spike groaned as the wonderful sensation of her soft fur brushing against his shafts as her supple flesh caressed every inch of twin dragons.

“Argh, damn, I knew this would feel good, but your breasts are softer than I thought.”

“Thank you for the praise,” Octavia smiled at him before beginning her duty bound service. The cellist didn’t waist a single moment as she began to work her breasts into a nice steady rhythm, working the two mounds of flesh up and down. Spike shivered under Octavia’s gentle caress, his head falling back against the edge of the couch, simply letting the mare do her thing.

On the sidelines, Fleur smiled as she watched her dear friend branch out of her shell and relish in the pleasures of her body as well as the pleasures of another’s. She watched Octavia work Spike’s members with expert care, doing her best to please him, all the while, observing her friend and handsome drake indulge themselves caused a familiar urge of her own to make itself known. Fleur relaxed herself laying back and spreading her legs, revealing her pink slit to all those present. She glided her left hand down her body, a light shiver coursing through her by her own touch. When her hand finally reached her sex she gently massaged her moist lips, working her fingers into a circular motion; as her fingers moved up her plump lips she spread them open and then closing them as she worked her way back down.
She bit her lip and moaned at the pleasure that soon greeted her, gripping her right breast with her remaining hand as she lost herself to her urges. Spike couldn’t help but groan at Octavia’s pleasurable breasts, before he heard a moan reach his ears; he turned his head to side, catching sight of Fleur pleasuring herself as she watched them. “Aren’t we the bold one, coming in here without any panties,” he teased.

“Well, I figured after what happened in the shower that wearing underwear would be quite pointless and given what’s going to happen later on, this seemed to be the best option and clearly I was right,” she answered carelessly, her hands never once stopping. She then turned her attention to Octavia and said, “Nice form, Octavia, but a proper boob job is more than simply caressing a male’s member with your breasts, you must also use your mouth; lick his hips, suck them as well, use your special gifts too. You must use all your assets to their fullest.”

“Understood,” Octavia said, stopping her motion for a moment, leaving her breasts resting against Spike’s pelvis with his tips just barely peeking out through her cleavage. She then leaned down with her tongue extended and began lapping at the exposed tips. Spike couldn’t help but shiver, Octavia’s tongue running along the crowns of his pricks, her tongue quickly becoming coated in the steady flow of pre leaking from his tips. Even for her first time, she clearly seemed to know what she was doing, never once sticking to one rhythm of licking, switching between quick flicks, to caressing the edges and even trying to dig her tongue into the small slit at the tip.

She soon began working her breasts once again, adding to the pleasure, Spike groaning as he felt his lower half melting away. Fleur giggled at the sight, watching Octavia take to the act with such gusto was certainly exciting and the juices that began flowing from her marehood and her hardened nipples were proof of that. "Mmm, that’s it Tavi, no need to be so reserved here," she thought to herself, licking her lips with enticement, letting her fingers into her love cave as they quickly found her sweet spot. "Whatever thoughts of doubt or shame are not needed, release all your sexual desires and fantasies; Spike and I will be sure to tend to you as you will to us."

She squealed in delight, her cheeks deeply reddened while she was running her fingers along her walls, thrusting her hips in time with her fingers, pinching her pasties covered nipple with total abandon.

Octavia continued to work, her eyes glazing over in lust and excitement; she soon escalated her tactics and surprise all present company, including herself as she opened her mouth and took both his heads into her oral cavity. Spike gasped as Octavia heavily moaned around his crowns, the sounds vibrating through his members sending even more jolts of pleasure through him. The grey mare knew her mouth was full and she couldn’t possibly suck him off, but she made up for it by suckling at them and twisting her tongue around them as best she could, her oral muscle brushing up against the small bristles along his pricks. “Ooo, Octavia, you truly are a wonder sometimes,” Fleur cooed, watching her friend’s gusto.

“Argh shit, that’s so damn good,” Spike growled as he looked down at her. “To think you were so meek a little while ago.”

Octavia blushed at the compliment, looking up at him in appreciation for her efforts, but still continued her services. "Octavia, you are doing magnificently," Fleur told herself, shuddering as she removed her fingers from her warm marehood. "Therefore, I believe you’ve earned yourself a reward."

The white mare stood up and removed zipped down her skirt, letting it fall haplessly off her hips and onto the couch, her love juices dripping down her legs and onto the couch. It was shame, but she had made bigger messes that were able to be cleaned and at the moment, she intended to make and even bigger mess out of the grey mare before her. Silently, Fleur made her way over to Octavia’s vulnerable form, licking her lips at the bodacious meal in her sights like a predator looming over its prey. Spike saw Octavia’s fellow maid move up behind her; as said maid kneeled down into position, she met Spike’s gaze, placing a finger to her luscious lips, asking him to remain silent.

Spike smirked at her while he watched Fleur make her move. When the super model was in position, she leaned down against Octavia’s back, wrapping her arms around the mare’s midsection. Octavia shrieked in surprise at the sudden contact of Fleur’s grasp. She pulled Spike’s members from her mouth and looked over her shoulder at the culprit. “Fleur, what are you-”

“No no no, dear,” Fleur quickly cut her off chastising her, “you must keep servicing Spike no matter what.”

“But-”

“I’m trying to reward you, dear, let’s not let this turn into a punishment,” Fleur cut her off again, her lustful predatory gaze quickly transmitting the seriousness of her statement.

Octavia squeaked before turning back to Spike. “If I may then, I have one final tactic to try, so please, Spike enjoy it to your fullest,” she said as she turned back to Spike’s members. She pulled herself back, Fleur still holding onto her as she grabbed her slightly leaking nipples between her fingers. She then gasped and moaned blissfully as she squeezed her nipples, causing her milk to once again be released. The spray of sweet liquid doused Spike’s members, showering it in their warmth. Spike gave a hearty moan, the sensation of her milk not pleasurable, but soothing. When she felt he was properly lubricated, Octavia once again grabbed her breasts and began stroking his members, her pace much more aggressive and firm.

Spike hissed and groaned, with the added lubrication of her milk as well as the pressure of her strokes, Octavia’s breasts slide across his members with great ease, but Octavia wasn’t finished there; she then opened her mouth and leaned in further, taking his upper member into her mouth, bobbing her head as she stopped stroking her breasts and began twisting them around his shafts, allowing her proper motion and momentum to blow him. “Jeez, Octavia, that’s incredible, these breasts of yours are a true treasure,” he said as he placed his hand atop her head, running his claws through her black mane.

Octavia looked up at him, blushing heavily at the caring attention and praise, her lips curling up into a smile around his prick. She then released his upper member and switched to the lower one, not wanting either to be denied her touch. “That’s a good girl, Tavi, I knew you had it in you,” Fleur said as she leaned over the mare’s shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Now, it’s time for your reward.”

Fleur then gently kissed Octavia’s neck, the grey mare shivering at the gentle touch. Fleur smiled coyly at her friend’s cute reaction, knowing things could only get better as she continued on. The white mare steadily moved down Octavia’s neck and shoulder, peppering her with light pecks and licks as she went. Octavia made no attempt to hide her moans as all they did was add the pleasure Spike was receiving; even under Fleur’s grasp, Octavia did her best to keep up her work, switching between blowing one of Spike’s members or stroking both at once, never keeping a set pattern and keeping him guessing, though her guess was he wasn’t, he was just enjoying her wonderful servicing.
Fleur continued down her little trek down the cellist’s back, still assaulting her with kisses, licks and a little nip every now and then, all the while sensually caressing her body with her lithe fingers, making Octavia moan even more and causing her shudder and writhe beneath her. “Oh, Octavia, how I’ve always loved this body of yours, it’ truly a shame you never took up modeling. Anypony with any sense would love to have you pose for them, oh well, their lose and our gain, right Spike,” Fleur asked teasingly she caressed Octavia’s plump legs and flank.

“Agreed, I’d fap to a body like this any day,” Spike said with a confident smile. Octavia’s eyes widened and her face blushing heavily at his bold comment.

“Oh, hear that, Tavi? That’s how sexy you are, if you can get a dragon all hot and bothered, there’s no limit to what stallion you could have.” Fleur added, as her hands grasped the mare’s rear, firmly massaging her cheeks, spreading them wide before closing them.
These bold comments and high praise seemed to stir something inside the cellist as she quickly started doubling her efforts, Spike growling in pure ecstasy. “Very good, keep it up and whatever you do…,” Fleur trailed on as her right hand slid down betwixt her cheeks and down her soaking wet panties. She then slid them aside, revealing the mare’s drooling, winking sex and with one swift motion, she took her index and middle finger and quickly thrust them home as she said, “don’t stop.”

Octavia screamed around Spike’s phallus, the ripples of her cries of pleasure vibrating through Spike as an all too familiar pressure began to rise down below. Fleur could feel the mare’s walls tightly clenching around her fingers and smiled happily at the powerful reaction. The mare gave no pause as she quickly started pumping her fingers inside and out of Octavia’s wanting sex, the grey mare practically trembling, but even still, she didn’t stop pleasing Spike as she was told.

She moaned heavily, relishing the pleasures she had gone so long without, thrusting her hip back in time with Fleur’s fingers; while she would certainly have preferred Spike at the moment, given how good Fleur was, she was certainly not picky. Spike groaned, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing, not even Rarity had done something like this. Despite being new to all of this, Octavia was doing spectacularly. “Alright, I think she’s ready enough and I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Fleur declared as she removed her fingers from Octavia’s dripping slit.

Octavia whined, thrusting her hips back, pleading for more, but her pleads went unheeded. “Now, now dear, calm down, I’m not going to simply leave you like that, it would be poor form on my part,” Fleur said as she licked her drenched fingers. “I’m simply changing my tactics.”

When her fingers were clean enough, Fleur reached under Octavia’s skirt and grabbed the hem of her purple panties as she pulled the down her legs, properly exposing the mare’s sex. She then helped the grey mare of them before unzipping her skirt and pulled that aside as well, leaving Octavia totally naked. “There we are,” Fleur said as she tossed the articles of clothing away and stared at her prize. “Spike, dear, I’m afraid you’re going to have to take charge and try a bit of "self-servicing "if you catch my meaning. Octavia’s about to have her hands full at the moment.”

“Fine…by me,” he assured her in with a throat-filled grunt.

“Right, now then,” Fleur said as she grabbed Octavia’s right leg, “down we go.” With no prier warning, the white mare lifted Octavia’s leg up in the air and hung it over her shoulder and pulling her closer, the sudden motion causing the latter to squeal as she was turned on her side and quickly having to use her arms to catch herself as her mouth was promptly pulled from Spike’s member. “Fleur, why did you do that?” Octavia asked in an upset tone as she glared back at the mare behind her.

“Isn’t it obvious,” Fleur asked as she looked down to see that her marehood was inched away from her friend’s. “So I could do this.”
Fleur then thrust her hip forward, pressing her pussy against her friends. Both Octavia and Fleur cried out instantly as Fleur mashed their wet pink slits together, their tender clits brushing hard against each other.

“O-Okay, now…now I g-get it,” Octavia said, retracted her question.

As Spike was told, with Octavia now needing to hold herself up, he had to take control of the situation and finish himself off. He grabbed Octavia’s grand orbs and continued where they left off, stroking himself between her cleavage; luckily enough he could still feel his orgasm on the rise so no harm no foul. All three seemed to lost in pure euphoric bliss, their minds becoming a blank as the need for their release became their one united goal. Fleur continued thrusting and grinding her hips, Octavia doing the same and matching her friends rhythm as they both tried to bring forth their impending climaxes. Spike soon sat up on her knees, thrusting in time with his stroking, baring his teeth as the pressure down below was reaching a boiling point.

“F-Fleur, I’m…I’m going to…to cum soon! I’m going to cum!” Octavia warned her, moving her hips with total abandon.

“M-Me…me too, d-dear,” Fleur said, once again matching her friend’s pace. “S-Spike, care t-to…j-join us?”

“Argh, only if…I get to…blow it on…you two?” he groaned, his orgasm reaching its peak.

“Gladly,” the two mares agreed, “Now, together!” Fleur declared.

Fleur and Octavia each gave one more powerful thrust, pressing their lips and clits hard against each other. With neither the will nor desire to hold back any longer, both mare’s screamed to the sun above as their orgasm came crashing down on them; each of them marking each other’s thighs in their fem cum, their bodies locked in place as pleasure wracked their bodies. Spike released Octavia’s breasts and stood up, jerking his twin dragons off as his orgasm arrived. Aiming both his members at a target, he cried out as he gave a final stroke and unloaded his essence upon the stunned mares; His lower member shot his hot seed onto her stomach and chest, the shots on her breasts dripping and pooling down between her cleavage; his upper member spent itself on her stomach and thighs, the shots almost camouflaged until the dripped down over her pussy. He kept stroking himself, shot after shot until the last of them landed onto Octavia.

Both mares moaned and shuddered, both from their own orgasms, as well as feeling Spike’s hot seed permeating their fur and skin.
All three individuals stood still and quiet, the only real sound filling the room were their moans and gasps for air as they rode the afterglow of their orgasms. Spike was the first to come down from his high, dropping back down onto the couch, when not much longer Fleur was the next to join him as she let go of Octavia’s leg and simply fell back onto the couch, still panting. Octavia seemed to have the worst of it as the pleasure practically shook her to the core and she loved every second of it, remaining still and letting the orgasm course through her body. “That…was…magnificent!” Octavia pants heavily, still trying to catch her breath.

“I couldn’t…agree with you…more, dear,” Fleur commented with a weary smile on her face as she stared up at the ceiling. “Spike, are you still with us?”

“Yeah,” he groaned as he sat up, looking over at the sexually exhausted mares. “I’m still here. Whew, that felt good. I needed that; how you feeling, Octavia?”

“Better…much…much better, thank you,” she said, leaning her head back to look at him with a nice content smile on her face. “And by the way, you can call me Tavi, if you want.”

“Sure thing, Tavi,” he smiled at her.

“Well, after such an invigorating…exercise…” Fleur paused as she fanned herself with her hand, “I believe a bit of a break is in order, wouldn’t you all agree?”

“Yeah, a nap sounds nice right about now,” Spike said as he stretched his arms.

“Agreed.” the grey mare nodded once. “Although, after all of that, I’m afraid…I can’t really…move,” she said with a slight blush on her cheeks as she looked up at Spike, “Could you be a dear and offer some assistance?”

“Anything for a lady in need,” he smirked with a cheeky grin as he kneeled down next to her. Spike wasted no time as he scooped up Octavia into his arms and stood up, walking over to where Fleur lay watching them with an amused smile on her face. When he reached her, Spike turned and sat at the super model’s left side and then placed Octavia down on his opposite side. Fleur crawled her way up his side resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his while Octavia cuddled up onto him. Spike unfurled his wings as he then draped them over the two mares; Fleur and Octavia sighed happily as the warmth of Spike’s embrace washed over them. No more words needed to be said, because before long the trio soon fell into blissful slumber.

Later on

The three decided to pass the time with a little poker game…or rather a game of punishment poker; loser does whatever the winner says. They were already on their fourth game and Fleur had won every single one prier and with each win she forced Spike to sex up Octavia for her own amusement; given how specific the punishments were and how many times Spike had brought the grey mare to orgasm; once again neither of the participants could complain, but the fact that Fleur was so good was becoming rather scary. The three were sitting at Fleur’s dining table, each of them glaring at each other behind their row of cards; between the three of them Fleur was the only one smiling casually, her confidence beaming as brightly as her smile. Octavia and Spike didn’t care which of them won this game, but they knew they couldn’t let Fleur win again. “Okay, everypony, are you in or do you fold?” Fleur asked.

Octavia and Spike glanced over at each other before giving one another a firm nod. They then turned back to Fleur as Octavia showed her hands, “Two Kings and Two Queens.”

“Oh…very good,” Fleur said in a saddened tone, a look of worry growing on her face, “Spike?”

Spike smiled and showed his hand next, “Straight Flush.”

“Oh dear,” Fleur replied in a depressed tone as her ears and shoulders fell, “This doesn’t seem to be looking good…”

“Ha, I win,” Spike exclaimed, throwing his fists in the air in victory. “Now, what should I have you do, hm? Maybe a bit of a make out session with Octavia or maybe-”

Spike’s tirade quickly came to an end as Fleur started giggling. “Sorry, darling, but you seem to misunderstand; what I meant was that this doesn’t look good for you,” she explained as she showed her hand, causing both Spike and Octavia’s eyes to widen in sheer disbelief, “Royal Flush. I win again.”

“Aw c’mon,” Spike groaned as he fell back and slouching in his chair, “So close.”

“Now, now, dear, no need to be so down trodden,” Fleur said as she stood up, “You’re right, that was pretty close, so as a reward for nearly beating me, I have a fun little punishment we can all enjoy together, how’s that sound?”

“Can’t be any crazier than the last one,” Octavia as she rubbed her back. “While it certainly felt good, that position did not. I’m surprised I managed to bend that way.”

“Don’t worry, this one is rather simply, but very intimate in its simplicity,” Fleur assured them with a smile. “Trust me you’re going to love it.”

Unknown to them, a white unicorn was strolling into Fleur’s hotel lobby, a number of bags floating around in the grip of her magic. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” she thought with a bright smile on her face, “I hope Spike has been having fun with the girls or rather, I hope he hasn’t broken them…at least, not without me.”