Rarity discreetly removed the leash from her purse as she approached the high school.
The grounds were deserted — it was a Saturday morning — but Rarity struggled to maintain a calm façade. She was not doing anything overtly shameful. There was nothing to be afraid of.
A car door slammed somewhere down the street. She jumped.
Fluttershy and Spike were waiting for her at the statue. Spike bounded over to her, leapt up, and licked her face.
"Spike! Gently, please!" said Rarity.
"Sorry," said Spike, tail wagging furiously. He had grown quite a bit in the past twenty years — his human-world form now resembled a Great Dane, large and sleek and gangly.
"Ixnay the eakingspay!" gasped Rarity, glancing around.
"What are you worried about?" asked Fluttershy, standing and slipping over to hold Rarity's hand. "I'm supposed to be the skittish one. I mean, I don't want to limit you. It's just weird."
"Yeah," said Spike. "It's not like people are even going to question two women hanging out with a dog."
Rarity bit her lower lip. "I still worry someone may suspect."
Fluttershy shrugged. "Suspect what? That he's actually a dragon from another universe, and we're going to take him back to your mansion in the woods and have sex with him until our pussies bleed? I think we're safe."
Rarity scowled. She leaned down and clipped her leash onto Spike's collar, stood up, and brushed imaginary dust from the front of her white trench coat. "Well. I suppose that is an unlikely conclusion for them to draw. Shall we?"
Spike wagged his tail. "Buck yeah."
Spike nuzzled Fluttershy's hand, and she ran her fingertips across the edges of his ears. He shivered. He was, at thirty-eight, biologically just becoming a teenager. Rarity reflected grimly that she and Fluttershy were not. Spike didn't seem to mind, though — his excitement was quite obvious.
"Spikey Wikey, do try to think pure thoughts until we can at least get you in my car. It's not common for dogs to walk around in that… state… in our world."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Well, let's get going, then. We haven't got all day. Well, I mean, we do, but only all day. And then who knows when I'll be able to sneak away from Twilight again?"
Rarity nodded, and clucked her tongue. "Come, boy."
"I hope to!" said Spike.
Rarity gasped. Her heels clicked sternly as she walked towards the sidewalk.
Fluttershy giggled. "Rarity, you're such a prude."
She snorted. "There is no call to be crass."
Rarity had had a great deal of difficulty finding parking near the school, so they were still a block from her car when danger came into view. A jogger and her corgi. Rarity set her mouth firmly and mentally ran through their cover story.
"Oh, what a sweet boy!" said the woman, a brunette in her twenties. Her dog, who had been waddling joyously behind her, sniffed Spike warily and then retreated behind his mistress' legs.
"Thank you. He's not mine. He's my sister's. I'm watching her while he's out of town. I mean, him while she's out of town." Rarity smiled rather too widely, and clutched at the front of her long coat.
Spike leaned forward, pressing his massive nose up against the woman's spandex-covered pelvis and inhaling deeply. Rarity gasped, and tugged on his collar. "Spike! No!"
The woman laughed. "Oh, he's just being a dog." She squatted down, and scratched him under the chin. "You're a big boy aren't you! I bet you like to cuddle, huh?"
"Oh, he is," said Fluttershy softly. "And he does." She smiled an inappropriately steamy smile. Rarity glared at her.
The woman was wearing a tank top under her open hoodie. Spike licked her, his tongue slapping against her cleavage, up her neck, and across her face. Rarity felt a vein begin to pulse under her eye. "Well, come along, Spike. We must be going." She tugged on the leash rather roughly. The woman waved, and jogged off.
Fluttershy dragged her long pink fingernails through the fur between Spike's shoulder blades. "Did you like your new friend?"
"Meh, she was okay. Not as hot as you two."
———
Spike lagged behind the two human women as he walked. Fluttershy was wearing a hoodie and a short green dress that left a lot of long, plump thighs bare. He had no idea what Rarity was wearing under that long white coat, though he was dying to find out. He watched their hips sway from side to side. The human women had been painfully thin when he'd first met them, but they'd put on good weight since then — most of it in their lower bodies. Spike approved — he had grown up looking at the wide hips of Equestria's stocky little mares, so he considered himself a connoisseur of big butts, no matter what species they were on.
Spike had given up on the Rarity from his own world long ago — he'd hoped for a long time that when he was older, she might be more receptive to him, but it turned out she just wasn't into dragons. He'd moved on to other lovers, but disappointment still lingered. Then, on one of Twilight's "diplomatic" missions to the human world, he'd found himself alone with Rarity. She was fresh off her second divorce, and they'd withdrawn to Pinkie's back porch so that she could unburden herself to a sympathetic ear. When he made his move, he’d expected rebuff, but had instead met with wild success. Rarity would later explain that she was done with men, but that knowing Twilight — his Twilight, that is — had opened her mind to other possibilities. In any event, he had been on her back when Fluttershy "accidentally" walked in on them. She was quick to inform them that her silence could be easily bought.
Since then, he had managed a half-dozen trips out to the human world to see them. It wasn't enough — he'd spend every night with them, if he could.
Spike climbed into the back seat of Rarity's car, followed by Fluttershy. He cuddled up against her side and laid his head in her lap as Rarity got in, started the car, and pulled out, heading for the highway.
Fluttershy caressed his floppy ears and scratched him under the corner of his jaw. He bent his head to lick her fingers. Fluttershy glanced up to make sure Rarity wasn't looking in the rearview, and then licked his spit from her hand.
"You're so nasty. I wish the Fluttershy back home was more like you," said Spike.
"Maybe she is," said Fluttershy. "You should find out for us."
"You two do please remember that we are still in public," said Rarity, glancing over her left shoulder as she merged onto the highway.
Fluttershy drew teasing fingers over the sleek lines of Spike's belly. "Oh, Spikey…" she said, her hand drifting near but not touching his pulsing nine-inch cock. Spike's tail slammed against the white leather of Rarity's back seat. "Bet you can't guess what I'm not wearing," Fluttershy singsonged.
His tail started hitting the seat faster. Fluttershy slowly began to roll the hem of her dress up her soft yellow thighs. Spike lunged, trying to stick his nose up under there, but she bapped him a good one on the snout.
"Bad dog! You have to wait until I tell you you can."
Spike whimpered. Fluttershy's legs were long, and it took forever until Spike could make out her neatly trimmed little fluff of pink curls.
"Oh, I want it. I want it!" said Spike, shuffling his front paws on the seat desperately.
"Will you two behave yourselves? I don't want to have to try and explain this if we're pulled over," said Rarity, glaring at them in the rearview mirror.
"So drive the speed limit," said Spike. Fluttershy leaned back against the door, and spread her legs. Spike wriggled in between them and took a lingering sniff. "Ah. The sweet smell of primate pussy. Like a fine wine, it only improves with age."
Fluttershy blushed, and slid her hand down her belly, fingers in a v, to spread her lower lips. Spike began to lick. He started low, wetting her plump cheeks, and pressing his tongue in between them to taste her strange, recessed little human asshole. He ran his tongue over her fingers and her pubic curls, and tasted the pungent, slightly metallic tang of her quim. And he sniffed. A dog's nose was much more sensitive than a dragon's, and he relished the complexity of Fluttershy's scent. Coppery notes, fresh shrimp, lavender soap, and a hint of urine. The smells blossomed in his nose — sweet, varied, radiant in their intensity.
"Lick me," moaned Fluttershy, "please."
Spike was a good dog, and knew just what to do. He licked slowly and firmly, each time pushing deep inside the tiny opening of Fluttershy's tunnel. Deeper and deeper, hitting spots he knew no other lover could reach. His nose pad ground into her clitoris, mashing it against her pubic bone.
"Oh Spikey!" She grabbed him by his collar, holding him in place. There was no backing out now, not until he was done. He saw movement in the corner of his vision, and rolling his eyes to the side he was able to see that Rarity had adjusted her mirror so that she could see them better.
Spike planted his paws on either side of Fluttershy's hips and tilted them inward. He knew Fluttershy liked a little claw action. He felt those magnificent haunches moving, jerking in pleasure. She ground her hips against his face, head thrown back against the window. Spike dug in his claws deeper.
The the car began to wobble a bit. Spike looked up again. Rarity had only one hand on the wheel. Her eyes flicked between the mirror and the road.
"Faster. Faster. Don't stop. Don't stop!" begged Fluttershy. Spike wanted to assure her he could lick for days, but his mouth was busy. From the front seat, Rarity let out a sweet, strangled cry. The car jerked, and then proceeded with more stability.
"Mmmmh, Spikey-Wikey," moaned Rarity, "You're a good dog."
"Isn't he… isn't he just," gasped Fluttershy. "He's going… I'm going to… He's making me… OH!"
Fluttershy's pussy clenched around Spike's tongue, and she jerked him forward, pushing his nose into her clit so hard he saw stars, but he didn’t mind. Her hips thrashed on the seat for a few seconds, then she was pushing him away, too sensitive to let him continue.
"How'd I do? Did I do okay?" asked Spike. Pink claw scratches covered Fluttershy's hips, pelvis, and the tops of her thighs.
Fluttershy laughed and got to her knees on the floor of the car. She wrapped her long pink hair in a coil around her fist and began to kiss her way down Spike's belly.
"Oh. Whoa," said Spike. Fluttershy's lips closed around the end of his cock. "Oh whoa!"
His dick swelled to full arousal in Fluttershy's mouth. Her slender fingers danced along the four inches she couldn't easily accommodate, over his balls, and the knot of proud flesh growing at the base of his cock. Spike placed his paws gently but firmly on her back of her head. "Fluttershy. Fluttershy! Oh, it feels so good!"
Rarity's driving began to become erratic again. Spike didn't care. He was lost in the pleasures of Fluttershy's mouth. Her tongue fluttered over him, teasing. Her little fist pumped his shaft, stroking canine pre into her hot little mouth.
"Rarity, please pull over. If you don't mind? I can't deepthroat him with you jerking around like that."
Spike heard the turn signal clicking, felt the car stop, and then Rarity was climbing back with them. Her coat was open, and she wore a cobalt blue babydoll négligée and crotchless panties underneath. No wonder she'd been so nervous earlier. Spike's tail wagged. She opened her mouth, and he pushed his tongue inside. Rarity was a delicate kisser. Spike tended to be pretty sloppy, even when he wasn't a dog, but Rarity seemed forgiving. His massive tongue filled her little mouth, and before long she had to push him back, gasping. Spike licked at her substantial breasts, which were bare under her négligée — her surgeon had done a lovely job with them. It didn't matter — she could be flat like she had been as a teenager, or chestier than Fluttershy. As long as she was Rarity, Spike didn't care.
"If you don't mind, Spikey-Wikey?" she said, lifting the hem of her naughty nightie.
Spike didn't. He pushed his nose between the tops of her thighs and inhaled. It smelled even better than Fluttershy's. It smelled like heaven. He started licking.
With Fluttershy bobbing on his cock, it was hard for him to concentrate on his technique, but Rarity was surprisingly easy to please. He slobbered away at her, focusing on her clitoris. He heard Fluttershy gurgle and felt her lips brushing the curve of his knot. He tried very hard not to thrust. Fluttershy pulled back, then thrust forward, enveloping him in hot silky wetness again. His back leg started kicking. His mind was getting foggy. His whole body felt good. So amazingly good. His hips started shaking. Fluttershy pulled back so that just the end of his cock was in her mouth. Spike came with a yelp, burning pleasure rippling through his body. He felt the cum pulsing through his dick, right onto Fluttershy’s waiting tongue. Holy buck it was good to be alive.
Meanwhile, Rarity was starting to come. Spike's tongue pushed frantically against the nub of her clit, and she yelped. Her thighs gripped his head, and her hands closed on his ears, holding him still while she ground out the depth of her ecstasy against his tongue and his nose.
They all lay together in the back of the car, panting. Fluttershy turned around and opened her mouth for Rarity. "Yhu wnna swp?"
Spike had started to drift off, but his eye immediately snapped open.
"Oh, Christ no," said Rarity, holding up her hand in front of her face. "Our Spikey Wikey is wonderful, but I will not play that sort of game. Especially not with a dog's… a dog's effluvience”.
Fluttershy's throat bobbed slightly as she swallowed. Spike's tail gave a few vigorous wags. "Oh, it doesn't taste much like dog cum. It's less musky. And spicier. Kind of cinnamon-y, I guess?"
Rarity groaned. "Please do not ever tell me how you know that, dearest."
Fluttershy giggled.
"Would you mind terribly driving the rest of the way? We'd best be going, before some good samaritan stops to help us and I have to do rather more explaining than we'd like. And I would like to cuddle our dear friend a bit more."
Fluttershy turned pale. "Can I drive slow?"
"As slow as you like, dear. Do you remember the way?"
———
Rarity's house was isolated. From the glassed-in deck that held her pool, you could look down the mountainside and see the city's taller buildings rising from amongst the trees.
Fluttershy and Spike were sitting on a deck chair together. Fluttershy was naked, long limbs wrapped around Spike from behind. Her pendulous breasts rested on either side of his narrow rib cage. Her eyes were closed, and her cheek rested against the back of his head.
"Thank you so much," she said.
"What for?" said Spike.
"For coming to us like this." Her fingers trailed through his chest fur. "You're so beautiful. I've… you know I've done things. With my animal friends. But it's not the same. They don't really understand what's going on. You do."
"Darn straight I do," said Spike.
"It's really special. I know I'm a freak, feeling the way I do about animals. I try to restrain myself so I don't get in trouble. But with you, I don't have to."
"Aw, shucks," said Spike, ducking his head. "You're not a freak. Nopony can resist the Spike." Fluttershy opened her eyes, grinned at him, and bit his ear.
Rarity came in, wearing a scanty little indigo strapless bikini, holding a bottle of wine and a dog bowl. She set them both down, and went back for some glasses. Spike and Fluttershy both craned their necks to watch her walk away.
"Dayum," said Spike. Rarity's plump but muscular cheeks jiggled a little with each step.
"I know, right," said Fluttershy, blushing. "She's in such good shape. I wish my bottom was nicer."
"It couldn't be," said Spike, tail wriggling against her belly.
"It's fat," said Fluttershy.
"I like it the way it is. None of the rest of you is fat," said Spike. "Unless you count these." He tilted his head and lapped at one of her massive tits.
Fluttershy giggled. "You're terrible at compliments, Spikey."
Spike cringed. "Sorry."
Fluttershy bit his ear again. "But you're really good at licking things."
Spike laughed.
———
Rarity returned to find Fluttershy's breasts glistening with Spike's spit. Spike lapped at her chest, her massive natural breasts jiggling under the repeated impact of his tongue.
Fluttershy's head was thrown back, and she was moaning in rapturous pleasure. "Oh! Oh!" Rarity tapped her on the cheek with the base of her glass. "Oh, hi!" She giggled. "Sorry. Spike and I got carried away."
"I noticed," said Rarity, filling both glasses, handing one to Fluttershy, and pouring the rest into the dog bowl. "You could have waited for me."
"Sorry," said Spike. "You want me to lick yours, too?" His tail swished rapidly.
Rarity rolled her eyes. "Spike! A lady must be romanced. Tempted. Seduced."
Spike shrugged. "Yeah, Fluttershy's already naked and giving me a handjob on the sly, so I'm a little too worked up for any of those things."
Rarity sat down in the other deck chair, and glanced over to confirm that yes, her friend's forearm was indeed moving slowly up and down between Spike's hind legs. She clucked disapprovingly. Fluttershy smirked at her. "Well," said Rarity, "I supposed a lady may also be ravished. In fact, I do say… oh dear. What have I done?" Wine trickled out of a very deliberately tilted glass, splashed across the alabaster curves of her breasts, and ran down under her bikini top. "Whoever will help me clean up this dreadful mess?
"I'll help!" Spike scrambled off of Fluttershy's chair and thrust his nose in between Rarity's breasts, snorting and slobbering as he licked up the wine.
"Oh, darling," groaned Rarity, pulling her bikini top down. More wine sloshed across her bared white breasts; actually accidentally, this time, but it was all the same to Spike. He lapped at nipple and breast alike, soaking them and the-rolled down bikini top. "Bite them. Please," she whispered, her toned body trembling.
"Are you sure?" said Spike. "My teeth are pretty sharp."
Rarity bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Be careful," said Fluttershy, kneeling next to Rarity on the deck and opportunistically stroking a naked white breast. "You don't want to pop anything."
Rarity glared at her. "Well. Are we very pleased with ourselves?"
"Yes," said Fluttershy. She smirked, giggled, and took a sip of wine. Her fingertips fondled one of Rarity’s nipples.
"Well, at least when I remove my bra, my nipples stay above the level of my navel."
Fluttershy's face instantly fell. Her eyes began to well with tears.
Rarity instantly looked ashamed of what she'd said. "Oh. I'm sorry, darling. Don't cry. Don't cry. That was horrible for me to say. The fashion industry is brutal; I'm used to defending myself verbally without a second thought." She kissed Fluttershy lightly and caressed the underside of one of Fluttershy's breasts. "These are magnificent. You should be proud of them."
"I wish they were like yours."
Rarity smiled. "I'd be only too happy to fund a visit to my surgeon. He can make them as firm and buoyant as they were before your children were born, should you so choose."
Fluttershy blushed. "W-would you?"
Spike froze. "But I…"
"Shut up Spike," said Rarity, tracing Fluttershy's left nipple with her fingertips. "It is to my advantage to do everything in my power to keep you happy with your body. Happy enough that you are willing to share it with me."
Spike interrupted again. "But I…"
Rarity pushed her wine glass against the front of Spike's muzzle. "You and I will grow old gracefully together, Fluttershy."
Spike lifted his head above Rarity's reach. "But I like Fluttershy's tits all big and floppy!"
"Spike!" said Rarity, her voice steely. "This is not about you. Please turn your mouth to a more useful task."
Spike sighed. He opened his long, toothy maw, and slid it around Rarity's breast. Fluttershy and Rarity began to kiss as he slurped at the tit in his mouth, loving its heavy, soft, slightly beachball-like feel. He watched Rarity's face for signs of pain as he began to sink his teeth in. She squirmed under him, grinding her pussy against his cock; only the thin, slick fabric of her bikini bottoms kept him from sliding into her.
"Yes! Yes, Spikey Wikey!” she shouted, breaking her kiss, a trail of drool linking her lips to Fluttershy’s. “That pain! That's what I crave. I want to feel as though I'm being mauled by a savage beast!"
Spike let the breast slide out of his mouth. "Yeah I'm pretty sure you wouldn't actually enjoy that."
"Spike, this is my fantasy. Fulfill it, and perhaps I can help with one of yours." She wriggled her belly and pubis against his cock — the contrast between the fabric of the bikini and the silky smoothness of her hairless skin sent electric jolts of excitement through his body. He took the breast in his mouth again.
"Please kiss me more," said Fluttershy.
Spike took a deep breath, and bit down, determined not to wimp out this time. He didn't bite hard — he didn't want to hurt her, and for all he knew he could pop Rarity's implant. But he felt his teeth pressing deep into her flesh.
Rarity seemed to approve. "Spike!" she wailed. "I want you inside of me. I need you! Now!" Rarity fumbled for her bottoms, trying to roll them off her curvy hips and finally giving up and yanking the crotch aside. Spike drew his hips back and slammed into her tunnel, hitting it perfectly on the first try. Hot, wet flesh enfolded him, and he lost control, frantically rutting against her. His knot was already swollen when he went in, so it mashed against her pussy lips, bumping against her wiry blue pubic hair and — to Rarity's delight — grinding against her clitoris. Her breast was still in his mouth — there was a hot metallic taste on his tongue, but he was too enraptured to think about that. His back arched painfully — it was hard to keep the tit in his mouth and fuck Rarity properly, but he was game to try.
Fluttershy had held up her breasts for Rarity, soft yellow flesh overflowing her little palms, and Rarity was sucking them in turns, screaming into the thick, puffy nipple in her mouth. Rarity was flushed, her face was wet, and she drooled copiously when she switched nipples. Spike snarled in satisfaction and humped faster, his body slapping against hers. The noise echoed through the big, empty room, mixing with the gentle splashing of the water in the pool and the sound of Rarity's screams.
A few minutes of this, and Rarity started to come. Spike felt her clench around him, powerful vaginal muscles milking his cock. He resisted the force trying to squeeze him out and rammed deeper in, making Rarity shriek. His knot mashed her pussy hard until she was done, and then she was pushing him away. Then he saw a swirl of red mixed with his spit.
"Oh no!" yelped Spike. "I bit you!"
"Wha?" said Rarity? Three tiny puncture wounds, two on top and one beneath, marked the geometric symmetry of her left breast. "Oh, it's not bad. It's not bad at all."
Spike whimpered, and tucked his tail between his legs.
"Oh don't be such a silly. You have no idea the things I've done in my life." She looked down his belly to the pulsing, dripping dog cock between Spike's hind legs. "Oh, you poor dear. You haven't come yet. Be a peach and fuck Fluttershy like a bitch, hmmm? I want to see your cum dripping out of her pussy." She took a sip of what was left of her wine, and gave Spike a smoldering smile.
Fluttershy had already gotten on her knees, presenting him with her wide, jiggly ass and the backs of her plump thighs. She looked over her shoulder at him and giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. Spike loped forwards, panting, drawn irresistibly to the massive, wobbly butt. He sniffed at her pussy — it was dripping wet, and rank with need. Yellow lips and soft pink pubic curls framed its vivid pink insides. He licked it — and her tiny yellow asshole — a few times, savoring the array of tastes and her desperate moans.
"Oh, Fluttershy," groaned Spike, pausing his licking to breath in her scent again.
"Fuck me, Spikey. Please. I need it." she whispered, reaching back to spread her lips open for him. The little opening of her vagina winked at him. He hooked his forelegs over her jutting hipbones and pulled himself forward, his chest and belly sliding against her rump. It took him two or three tries to find her hole, but then he surged forward.
"Oh Spikey!" shouted Fluttershy. Spike growled. After having three children, Fluttershy's pussy was much looser than Rarity's, but that just meant that he could get his knot inside of her, if he tried hard enough. He leaned down and started licking her cheek and the side of her neck, soaking them, drooling in her hair. Her pussy resisted him at first — his knot was almost as big as Fluttershy's fist, after all — but inch by inch he started to push inside of her.
"Yes. Spike. Yes. Tie with me. I want… oh, I want to be your bitch!" said Fluttershy. "I want your knot… oh, I want it in my little pussy…" Spike took her neck in his jaws, and wrenched her back towards him. She shrieked as his knot stretched her to the point of pain, and then he was inside. Her tunnel closed snugly around his base, and his balls were smacking her pubic hair. His paws held her close to him — she had a little middle-aged human's pot belly, rather like the tummies of the sweetly swaybacked mares he'd made love with back home. But her waist was still absurdly narrow, barely wider than his narrow canine chest. Her tits were wider than her rib cage — they were smooshed flat against the hard tile floor of the pool area, shaking like Jell-O molds as Spike plowed her.
He was going to miss those, if she really did decide to have them taken in.
Spike felt a very, very light touch against the top of his head. Rarity had taken off her bikini bottoms, and looped the leg holes around his ears. They smelled like her pussy. She finished her wine, stood up. "I think I'm ready for another round, Spikey Wikey. You know what to do."
Spike did indeed know what to do. Rarity's pelvis was at head height for him. He pressed his nose against her clitoris and wormed his tongue inside of her. Her scent filled his nostrils, mixing with Fluttershy’s and his own. Rarity rested the bottom of her empty wine glass on his head, rocking her hips rhythmically. Fluttershy slammed back against him, her ass slapping his belly. His balls began to burn, but he held back, trying to give Fluttershy a chance to come first.
It didn't take long. His fat knot rubbed at her clit from the inside, driving her to a screaming, shaking orgasm. Her pussy clenched him long and hard — childbirth had stretched her out a little, but it hadn't done anything to hurt her vaginal tone.
Rarity came next. Clear fluids splattered Fluttershy's back as she yanked Spike's head forward by one ear, holding him close until she stopped spasming. Spike came, too, the end of his muzzle buried in Rarity's cunt. Pleasure rippled through his body — and explosion of joy, accompanied by the satisfying feeling of squirting his seed in a female's pussy.
He and Fluttershy slid carefully to the floor. "Oh. Oh god."
"I'm stuck," said Spike, trying to pull out and meeting resistance.
"That's all right," said Fluttershy. "I love your knot. It's bigger than a baby's head. And I'd know." She reached down to her crotch and pushed her middle and ring fingers against her clit, mashing it between her fingers and the knot inside of her. Her body jerked, and she cried out in pleasure.
Rarity squatted next to them, and stroked Fluttershy's belly. "A bit sensitive, are we?"
Fluttershy nodded. "But I want to come again while he’s stuck inside of me!"
"I think I can help," said Rarity. She walked around them and lay on her belly perpendicular to the pair so that the three of them made a T, with her head where Fluttershy and Spike's bodies connected. She lay a hand on Fluttershy's scratched up yellow thigh, and pushed her tongue against the apex of Fluttershy's sex. She screamed.
"Are you alright?" asked Rarity.
"Don't stop," said Fluttershy.
Spike groaned, and ground forward, his balls pressing into Rarity's cheek. Rarity kept licking. He put his paw on the back of Rarity's head, and found Fluttershy's hand already there. Rarity whimpered in delight, and pressed her tongue against Fluttershy's clit, not letting up until she came again. Spike's pumping went from slow gentle pleasuring to frantic humping as the minutes passed, and not long after Fluttershy had come again, he did, too. His cum already filled her pussy to capacity, so that when he shot again, a lot of it backed up painfully into his dick. It wasn't the kind of pain he minded.
The three of them lay on the deck, panting and sweaty. It was a long time before they could move again, and even longer before they wanted to.
———
They spent the afternoon drinking and talking, and made love one more time after dinner. After that, they got cleaned up, kissed, and cried, and Rarity, who was in no condition to drive, called a car to take the others back to town, where the portal and Fluttershy's car waited.
Spike and Fluttershy stood alone in the schoolyard in front of the statue.
"I had a really good time," said Spike, shuffling one paw awkwardly. "I really like visiting you guys."
"I like it when you visit, too. But. I guess we already went over that," said Fluttershy, looking away.
"I guess I ought to go. I'll come back as soon as I can."
"I need to get home, too. I miss my animals. And my little ones," said Fluttershy. "Though they're not so little any more. Flitter Wings is the only one who isn't taller than me, and I think she will be soon."
"I'd like to meet them sometime. Well… you know. As much as I can." Spike looked over his shoulder at the statue. He felt Fluttershy's hand on his cheek. He turned back to her — she was squatting down in front of him. They kissed for a long time, and they didn't care who saw.
———
Spike stepped out of the mirror into the basement of Twilight's palace and shook himself off. It was weird, going from fur and paws and to scales and claws. Took a minute or two to get used to.
"Well," he said to himself. "Back to business as usual."
"I don't think so," said Twilight, outlined in light at the top of the stairs.
Spike jumped and turned to face her. His heart hammered. He was bigger than her now, but he knew that didn't count for much around a pony like Twilight.
"Twi, I can explain," he said, backing away as her hooves tapped down the stairs. She looked like she was wearing a nightgown. Had he woken her? Her bedroom was several floors up; that seemed unlikely.
"Oh, you don't need to, Spike. I know where you've been, and I think I know what you've been up to."
"Are you mad at me?" said Spike, backing up against a the frame of the mirror.
Twilight laughed. "Mad? Not at all." She was no longer backlit, and he could see that her nightie was thin. Filmy. Transparent. She was wearing makeup. And perfume. "Your experiences in the human world may be of great value to my… research." She licked her lips, the end of her muzzle mere inches from his. "And you're going to tell me all about them.”
