A Certain Type Of Harvest

Twilight Sparkle had invited me to visit her castle. Though I could not fathom why she would, I knew that I had absolutely no choice but to oblige her wishes.

It was the Twilight Sparkle, after all.

Feeling fuller after my last meal—though less substantial than love, Pipsqueak's lust had been enough to tie me over—I walked up the path slowly, still wearing my disguise. One thing was true when it came to lust, even for a starving pony; it didn't bring out the same reaction as love did. My plan seemed foolproof, if I did say so myself.

As I stood at the door to Princess Twilight Sparkle's castle, however, I began to wonder if coming to ponyville had been such a good idea. Though I had not planned to end up here, there could be no denying that I had plenty of willing prey to work with in the village; it was summer, and the majority of the village's populace was female and hungry. Be that as it may, though, it seemed like a risky option.

When the door to the castle opened, however, I couldn't contain the yelp which tore from my mouth. I had expected the princess to have drones—no, slaves—to do her work for her, but I wasn't ready to come face to face with a dragon.

In changeling culture, dragons were revered as heroes; they were gods, almost. I, and many of my hivemates, could never figure out why they were so admired, but it did not change the fact that they were still powerful beasts.

Thankfully, it was a small thing (relatively speaking). The creature towered over me, certainly, and its wings would surely have been larger, upon opening, than a full grown changeling queen measured nose to tail. Oddly enough, however, he wore a reasonably friendly smile on his face.

"H-h-hi..." I stuttered, cowering a little and lowering my head. Friendly or not, it was never wise to disrespect a dragon. To my complete and utter surprise, though, the creature just boomed out a laugh and shook his head, chortling. I did also take note of his slight stiffness.

Oh. So he was into that, huh? I suppose it was a reasonable assumption; he was a dragon, after all.

"Oh, you're the little mare Twilight told me might be coming by," the dragon said, turning tail and beckoning for me to follow. As I crept after him, I could see his slight arousal in the way he moved, as if trying to conceal something. "My name's Spike. She wanted to tell you 'bout Thorax, though she likes having anypony around really anyway." He chuckled a little and flexed his claws. "I get cramp from all the nachos I have to make, in fact!"

I frowned as I followed him, careful to keep behind him in a show of respect. However, this dragon seemed different to the others; he had an air of pony about him.

"Excuse me, sir," I said, gaining the dragon's attention. I didn't miss the way his eyes trailed down to my fluff and lingered there slightly too long. "I... I don't understand. Why is a noble dragon such as yourself associating with mere ponies? And working for them, even?"

The dragon chortled. "Oh, Twilight hatched me from my egg," he said, continuing forwards. "I've always been her assistant—though, between you and me, it'd be nice to be in command for once."

I nodded sympathetically and then kept quiet, feeling my appetite begin to rise. I was far from hungry, of course, but this dragon seemed to have rather low standards in a mate; assuming he lived here with Twilight, it came as no surprise. He had probably never met another dragon with whom to copulate in his life. And I was never one to pass up on the chance to get more food, especially now that I had ambitions in mind.

"Personally," I continued, walking slightly faster so that I was closer to him; there could be no doubt that he would hear me when I spoke again, "I quite like a stallion who can look after his own. Strong, independent and respected... In other words, an imposing and rather alluring presence. Or, perhaps I should say a drake."

Bam! Those huskily whispered words got to him, I could tell. It was obvious in the way that his body tensed up and his lust became strong enough for me to smell, to taste; I began to salivate a little and had to hold back a moan before it escaped me.

"So," I said, letting my tail brush across his claws. He shuddered in response. "Where was... Where is the P-Princess Twilight?"

Spike rose a chaking claw and pointed towards a door, retreating quickly as he did so. I grinned a little and rolled my eyes after I thanked him with a flutter of my lashes and stepped into the room.

As it turned out, Princess Twilight was fairly nice—for a pony, at least. She talked excitedly about every little detail and seemed to demand to know every little detail about me—I could spin a lie like it was nothing; all changelings could. But nothing she blabbered on about was of much interest to me; though her words were laced with harvestable amounts of love, it was lust I needed.

Nothing was of interest, until she mentioned Thorax.

It took me a while to process what she had said; even as I wandered down the hallway to the lounge where she suggested that we wait for Spike, it toyed with my mind.

I knew the changeling that she spoke of, though it had taken a while for me to remember; he had always been top of our love-harvesting classes, had always been Chrysalis' little protegée. But, alas, it had ended up quite the scandal; he had bailed during the Canterlot wedding and, only a few weeks after the hive was rebuilt, ran way.

Now that I knew he had become friends with ponies, survived by sharing their love... It sickened me. And yet, a very small part of me felt a little admiration for his bravery in attempting the impossible.

No, not bravery—foolishness.

Frustrated by my musings, I turned my attention to Spike, who lay on the opposite sofa, and grinned. He was avoiding my gaze and covering his groin rather carefully; I could feel him from here.

Yum.

Twilight was gone, claiming that she needed to find a book to read to me, so it was just the two of us. And, considering how big this place—and its library—was, she should have at least quarter of an hour.

"Spike?" I drawled, slowly sliding down from the sofa in such a way that my red pony tail flopped over my back. As Spike slowly looked my way, I could tell he was thinking about what had just been revealed. "Spike, I'm... You're so massive, so powerful... You know that, right?"

The drake grunted quietly by means of reply, rolling over and pressing his muzzle into the pillow. Damnit—I'd need to make my arousal more obvious.

And so I turned around and backed up into the sofa, my pussy winking and dribbling with my arousal. My tail brushed Spike's sheath and ass slowly, teasingly. I gave a low moan; that did it.

"Argh!" he snarled, spinning around so that he faced me and he smashed his muzzle into my flank, sighing at the smell of my need. His strong claws then grabbed my sides and pushed me down to the ground; I didn't fight in the slightest. "You... You're so hot right now, and your teasing is too much for me to handle! I... I spend all summer around aggravating mares; you're the last straw! I can't cope with this anymore... Ugh!" Spike growled into my pussy as he clambered down from the sofa, pinning me to the floor. I struggled a little and gave a quiet squeak and cry, nothing loud enough to alert any pony—but just right for a dragon.

"G-Get off me," I whispered, bucking with my hips feebly. I threw my legs and tossed my head, turning to bite him; I only managed a small nip at his alluring scales before his claws clamped my muzzle shut.

"Shut up, welp," he hissed, turning around so the my muzzle was instead crushed by his massive ball sac. Oh, Chrysalis; they were gorgeous! I hardly had much time to ponder and faun over them, nor to caress their splendour, however, as a long, thin and snake-like tongue brushed over my pussy. It curled around my clit and gave a small squeeze, making me gasp and thrash a little again; a moment later Spike jerked his hips down on my muzzle once more as his tongue worked its way into my winking, waiting and ready pussy.

Oh! Oh!

I moaned as Spike worked his magic, his tongue flicking all over my walls and hitting just the right spots to make me gasp. As I did so, his cock spelled from its sheath in all its beautiful, twin-headed glory, landing right on my puffy lips.

I would have gasped at the sight of it, but Spike's long tongue bottoming out overwhelmed my senses; I screamed as my release came, squirting in pleasurable waves all over the dragon's maw. As he rose, though, he only looked more excited.

"Oh, you bad little filly," he growled, turning around so that his fully erect cocks were at my rear end. He then wrapped his claws around my hips and, as his snarled, "Now you pay," he slammed his hips forwards and forced his cocks straight into my heat.

I screamed again, the twin heads so large that they filled every part of me. It was torturous bliss; as Spike kept still and growled, I moaned and waggled my hips, standing slightly to try to get him deeper inside me, to get the movement I needed to topple me over the edge. But he only growled and thrust me back to the ground as he plunged deeper into me with a roar. I yelped as his cocks smashed against my walls, and yet they weren't even all of the way in!

"Keep down, you foal! I'm gonna mate you and Buck you, and there's nothing you can do about it!" Spike roared again as he pulled out and plunged heavily back in, grunting and groaning as he did so. His claws raked at my fur and blood beaded on my skin as he thrust, each strike making me scream in delight as he hit all the right spots. But I couldn't quite get pushed over the edge, my body in an agonising state of limbo as the dragon roared and ravaged me, his hips blurred from the speed of his thrusts—and then the door slammed open.

Spike paused halfway out, making my insides clench in dire need. I whimpered and moaned and then gave a yelp  as the Princess strode towards us. But she didn't look mad; she looked just as hungry as I felt.

"How dare you have a party without me?" she scolded, her wings flared out as she spun to face Spike. He growled and licked his fangs, drawing out of me even more—and then he plunged back into me with such force that my walls clamped around him with such ferocity that I cried out and my clit erupted; my juices sprayed over the entire room, coating each occupant in my own heat.

Spike snarled and licked his fangs, drawing himself out completely and making me moan. There was so much lust in the room alone, sure, but this dragon could offer me more than just food.

And he was not done yet.