Having Fun, Getting Hard, When You've Got a Library Card
Knock, knock.
Icicle stood outside the door to the Golden Oak Library, his fist still curled above the wooden door. As the sound of his rapping knuckles faded, he let his arm drop, and waited for the door to open. And waited. And waited.
It was a full thirty seconds later that Icicle began to wonder if perhaps Twilight wasn’t home - or, maybe, that she just hadn’t heard his first knock. The library wasn’t marked “Closed,” after all. He raised his fist again, ready to knock a second time.
With a click, the front door opened. A round, dragonish face poked through the crack, blinking rapidly up at him. Spike blushed when he recognized Icicle, his purple cheeks flushing a bright pink.
“Uh, hey,” Spike said. “H-how’s it going?”
“Pretty well, I guess.” Icicle gave Spike his friendliest smile. “I just wanted to take out a book. Daring Do and the Crimson Amulet. Is Twilight here?”
“Oh! No, she’s not - but here, c’mon in.” Spike swung the door open, letting the afternoon light poke into the library foyer. He grinned back, still looking a bit flustered. Truth be told, his awkward little smile was adorable...but Icicle tried to ignore the urge to squish the dragon’s cute, chubby cheeks. Instead, he just let Spike lead him inside, his feet tapping along the wood floor behind Spike’s own clawed steps.
It was hard, admittedly, to ignore the sight of Spike’s backside. Icicle swallowed, and did his best to avert his eyes from the sashaying bob and sway of the little dragon’s step. Spike might have been a male of eighteen, but his skin was silky-smooth, his body full of soft curves and gentle, plush flesh. His jeans clung tantalizingly to his rump, which was wide and round as the most shapely mare’s. The sight of those plump buttocks left Icicle’s crotch tight, and the way Spike’s thick thighs filled out his pant legs just made the sight all the more delicious.
Icicle just barely managed to tear himself away. “So,” he said, somewhat awkwardly. “Isn’t the book in the library?” He glanced behind them as they passed the small table that served as Twilight’s “front desk.”
“Oh, no.” Icicle noticed that Spike was, strangely enough, keeping his left claw away from his body. “Twilight keeps all of the Daring Do series in the main house. I’ll just grab it there, and - “
With a grunt, Icicle bumped right into him. Spike had stopped short, seemingly frozen in the doorway. Icicle was just able to see the edge of the sitting room from over Spike’s shoulder - but that wasn’t the only thing his senses were telling him.
His groin had already felt hot and stiff, and suddenly finding himself pressed up against Spike’s rear end did not do anything to help matters. Icicle groaned, feeling his hardening erection swell against the crotch of his pants as Spike’s plush, feminine ass squished around it.
As a stallion, Icicle’s libido was having a very healthy reaction to suddenly finding itself surrounded by what felt like acres of plump, female rump. Spike gave a soft squeak when he felt Icicle’s stiffening shaft stirring behind him, the bulge in Icicle’s pants prodding firmly between the cleavage of his rear.
Blindly, Spike’s hand pushed back behind him, reflexively trying to find what was pressing so hard against him. His left claw reached Icicle’s wrist instead - and as Spike’s grip closed gently around his forearm, Icicle felt a cool, slick sensation covering his fur. Spike’s claw jerked away an instant later, but that was all Icicle needed to know. His gaze drifted across the sitting room, and fell on a tall, creamy-white bottle sitting right beside a pile of tissues on the coffee table.
“So that’s why you were so slow to the door,” Icicle mumbled. His erection stirred in his pants, and he groaned softly. On impulse, he reached down and grabbed a heaping handful of Spike’s plump rear. The little dragon whined softly, twisting around Icicle’s grip, but not quite moving away. Feeling daring, Icicle slipped a hand around Spike’s middle and pulled him back, pressing their bodies closer together. “Having a little alone time, Spikey-Wikey?”
Spike blushed. “M-maybe,” he said. “I, uh, forgot that was there. But…”
He groaned softly, both cheeks flexing around Icicle’s cock. Slipping a hand underneath Spike’s t-shirt, Icicle began to stroke lovingly at the dragon’s soft tummy. He rocked his hips forward, his boxers growing damp with arousal as his flexing erection continued to knead Spike’s soft, bountiful flesh.
“Ooh,” Spike moaned. Icicle’s hand rubbed against the crotch of Spike’s tight jeans, feeling the thick curves of his thighs as they rubbed against the bulge of his draconic erection.
“Oops,” Icicle said. His own cheeks felt hot. “Looks like I interrupted you.” He leaned in closer, his lips nearly to Spike’s ears. The little dragon whimpered, his feminine hips twisting against Icicle’s crotch as he whimpered in need. “Mind if I help you...finish off?”
Before he knew it, Spike had twisted around, as flexible and slippery as an eel. Their well-packed crotches grinded together as Spike’s lush lips pressed against Icicle’s muzzle, the dragon’s tongue hot and excited with lust.
Spike came away panting hard, his face flushed bright. “Please.”
In what felt like the blink of an eye, the two of them were on the couch, their bodies twisting together. Icicle tackled Spike to the cushion, leaning over him as Spike slid his tight-fitting jeans off. They clung to his wide hips, making removing them a challenging - if hugely erotic - chore. But once they were off…
Icicle goggled at Spike’s malehood - or rather, malehoods. “You’ve got two?” he said.
Spike was already removing Icicle’s own pants, his clawed fingers dancing playfully along the stallion’s bulging briefs. “Yeah,” he said. “They, uh - they both need a lot of attention.”
“No doubt,” Icicle breathed. Twin shafts, each one long, thick, and oozing with precum. They looked almost painfully hard. He reached out to touch one of them, and grinned when he heard Spike moan behind him. The poor thing.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with Spike’s draconic, almost feminine scent. “Geeze,” Icicle said. “You’re almost as big as me - with both of them!”
“Y-yeah, I guess.” He could hear the blush in Spike’s voice. As Icicle moved to tenderly take Spike’s shafts in his mouth, he felt his own throbbing endowment drop free, his underwear slipping off easily beneath Spike’s greedy claws. His flare traced across Spike’s cheek, smearing precum across his soft, scaly skin. “But you’re still a lot bigger than I am…”
Icicle grunted as he felt the wet, velvety insides of Spike’s mouth envelop his length. He was fairly large for a stallion - sixteen inches long, with a good amount of girth to go with it. His balls, each one the size of a small orange, dangled invitingly between his legs, their heavy volumes squishing against his thighs. Spike, though, took to the task with gusto; in what felt like no time at all, Icicle felt Spike’s lips wrapping lovingly around his shaft as the little dragon’s mouth bobbed up and down his shaft in a steady, beating rhythm.
Icicle flushed as he turned back to his own task. Gingerly, he took one of Spike’s hemipenes in his mouth, and suckled on it for a bit, swishing his tongue along the underside of the swollen shaft. A bubble of pre burst over his cheek from the other one, though, and as he moved to suck both of them, he discovered that two good-sized shafts were a good deal harder to fit than just one big one.
Behind him, Spike continued to moan, now deepthroating Icicle’s shaft. Icicle twitched, stifling a groan as Spike’s feminine, husky moans sent vibrations up and down the length of his cock, leaving his fat nuts quivering in anticipation. Below him, Spike’s apple-sized nuts sat invitingly between his legs; as Icicle went down, slowly swallowing the dragon’s twin shafts, he felt Spike’s frame tense up beneath him.
Spike’s slender, lithe figure flexed, his thigh rump filling Icicle’s hands as the stallion adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. He squeezed Spike’s plump, rounded rump, using that to steady himself as he gulped down inch after inch of Spike’s twin shafts.
The two of them held that position, each swallowing the other’s cock as their members throbbed, flexed, and twitched. Icicle groaned as trickles of Spike’s precum ran down his throat; below him, Spike moaned like a mare in heat, his thick hips wriggling delightedly as Icicle’s huge shaft pumped cupfuls of arousal down into his stomach.
Their heads bobbed together, lips wrapping ever-more tightly around the other male’s endowment. Icicle grunted, feeling his balls swell as Spike’s long tongue wrapped lovingly around them. He redoubled his own efforts, puffing out his cheeks as he suckled on the very tip of Spike’s cocks. The little dragon cried out beneath him, his voice muffled by the girth stuffing his throat as Icicle’s tongue danced circles around his drooling cockslits.
With a sudden convulsion, they came as one, all three malehoods flexing as they delivered their loads. Icicle’s eyes opened wide, his cheeks bulging out as two torrents of cum came rushing past his lips. What felt like full pints of seed cascaded down his throat, Spike’s hemipenes swelling to twice their original thickness as he came. Spike’s thighs flexed and twisted, his whimpering moans like music to Icicle’s ears.
Below him, Icicle’s shaft lurched as well, the big stallion’s hips bucking and forcing every inch of it down Spike’s throat. Spike’s moans and gyrations only milked Icicle further, full quarts of seed bursting against his throat and rushing down into his stomach as each and every drop of Icicle’s vast orgasm was pumped directly into his stomach. Icicle could feel his own stomach rounding out as Spike continued to cum - though, after a half-dozen cumshots of his own, he could feel Spike’s belly pressing against his, the two of them full and round from an abundance of hot, liquid spooge.
With twin gasps, the two of them popped their mouths off of the other’s shaft. Icicle plopped back on the couch with a grunt, Spike pulling himself up against a pillow and hugging his legs to his chest. Tenderly, Icicle slid up to snuggle against Spike, their bodies pressing together as their round, cum-bloated bellies sloshed and gurgled.
“You get what you needed?” Icicle asked with a small smirk, rubbing Spike’s belly. Spike blushed.
“I think so,” he said. His clawed hand found Icicle’s softening member and stroked it gently, his knuckles pressing against the stallion’s thigh. “That was...great.”
Icicle leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Spike’s lips. “You’re great.” Spike giggled cutely, his cheeks dimpling as Icicle moved to grab a generous handful of plump dragon booty. Spike’s thick thighs rubbed together, cradling his refilling balls as Icicle pressed their round cum-guts together.
“Now,” Icicle purred, massaging Spike’s middle. “About that library book…”
