After Twilight Sparkle nearly killed them with that magic blast, Garble and his friends were quick to scurry away from the forest before Spike could even apologize on her behalf. He wanted to be angry at Twilight for what she did, but he couldn’t exactly be upset at somepony who was clearly running on maternal instinct; plus, it took a few hours before Twilight could come back to consciousness anyway. By the time Rarity finally woke up (which was only about fifteen minutes), Rainbow Dash was able to come across an abandoned cart that could carry Twilight and take them back home. So while Rainbow and Rarity pulled the cart carrying their unconscious friend, Spike was leaning on the front of the cart as he explained his story.

The sky was pitch-black by the time they reached the barren landscape that was the Equestrian border. With the nearest township at least ten miles away, Rainbow Dash and Rarity were completely alone while listening to Spike’s story with awkward and embarrassed blushes. While Rainbow just stared back at the drake with a bit lip, Rarity looked like she was going to start throwing up if he gave out any further detail. Fortunately, Spike was just finishing his story with a casual and nonchalant tone while rubbing his knuckles against his chest. “... since I knew that phoenix egg was going to hatch by tomorrow at the latest, I figured I could use what I learned to distract Garble and his friends from smashing it tonight. Besides, it’s not like I could challenge them to a fight or anything! They’d totally win, and I’d end up beaten to a pulp while that phoenix gets killed. And since they couldn’t be talked out of it, I think I did pretty well finding a different nonviolent solution!”

“Ugh!” Rarity had to stop and turn to gawk at the dragon. “Spike, you really didn’t have to resort to THAT sort of solution to protect an egg!”

Rainbow stopped as well, but shrugged with a more indifferent look on her face. “Welllll… he’s not wrong about not being able to fight them, Rare. They’d totally beat him.”

“That’s not the point!” shouted the white unicorn as she chastised her friend. “Rainbow, are you seriously trying to justify what Spikey did to himself?!”

“Well, I…” Rainbow had to briefly pause after blurting the beginning of that response. Carrying an apprehensive look on her face, the pegasus stared between Spike and Rarity before admitting hesitantly. “Well… it’s not like Spike was forced into doing it! He was the one who suggested it!”

Rarity’s jaw dropped. “RAINBOW!”

“What?!” shouted Spike in defense of the cyan mare. “She’s right! It was my decision, Rarity! I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to!” After a small huff, Spike crossed his arms and added in a more diligent tone, “And you know what? I’d totally do it again if I had the chance! I saved an innocent phoenix, AND became more comfortable with myself for who I am! I have no regrets.”

“Spike, how could you say that?!” Rarity was looking more uneasy by the second as she stared at the drake in shock. “You were violated! They took advantage of your Dragon Greed, and now you’re acting like… like doing that sort of thing is normal!”

Spike rolled his eyes and groaned. “Rare, it wasn’t like I was drunk or anything! I knew exactly what I was doing, and it doesn’t change the fact that I did it again AFTER my Dragon Greed went away! I think I’m able to make my own decisions!”

By now, Rarity and Spike were giving strong pouts to each other as they became sterner with their viewpoints. Rainbow, whose hoof dug into the dirt road awkwardly, looked between the two before shrugging with a wince. “Ummm… could I say something about this?”

Rarity sighed and relaxed her expression before turning towards the pegasus. “Alright, fine. Rainbow, what’s your opinion on this?”

“Yeah!” added Spike with an insistent look of his own. “What do you think?”

Even though Rainbow seemed slightly uncomfortable at seeing both of her friends looking to her to support their side, she couldn’t help sighing as she answered with a shrug, “Well… I kinda think both of you make fair points.”

“WHAT?!” shouted Rarity in utter shock. “Rainbow, how could you think tha--”

“Let me finish!” snapped Rainbow with a poof painted at her. It took Rarity a couple seconds before she groaned and stayed silent with a strong purse of her lips. “Listen, I totally get why this is freaking you out. And believe me, I’m weirded out by Spike’s plan too.”

She then made sure to give Spike a quick and sincere “No offense,” which the drake accepted with an understanding shrug, before continuing her viewpoint to the unicorn.

“But technically speaking, Spike IS an adult! He’s over the age of consent, and I think he’s mature enough to make his own decisions.”

“Mature enough!?” yelled Rarity in disdain while pointing towards him. “Rainbow, he’s a BABY dragon!”

“Only physically!” shouted Spike back at her.

“He’s not wrong, Rare,” added Rainbow with a shrug. “I mean, it’d take centuries for Spike to be an adult physically, which I think is a bit too long to expect him to not try anything. Besides, don’t you think it’s a little more important that someone is of mature age mentally? He’s just as smart and mature as any adult stallion, right? Don’t you think that makes his choices a little more valid?”

Rarity looked like she wanted to retort, but wasn’t able to open her muzzle to say anything fitting in response to Rainbow’s point. Spike gave the pegasus a thankful smile, but it only lasted for a second before Dash continued with a hoof pointed at him, “However! I do think Rarity has a point about you maybe being pulled into doing those things when your Dragon Greed riled up. I’m not saying you weren’t aware or anything, but I do think that you need to consider it could’ve messed with you a little. I mean, not many guys would consider wanting to be a... “

Rainbow had to pause and think of something to say other than Slut, but nothing came to mind before she huffed. “Ummm… be like that. So maybe you should think this over for more than a day, you know? Especially since Dragon Greed was involved.”

Spike exhaled sharply through his nostrils, but he didn’t say anything to the pegasus either. Granted, he did understand that this was a pretty big and sudden change for himself. He also knew that by the time he went back home, there’d be more than a lot of opposition from ponies about him wanting to do through with something this different from himself. But at the same time, Spike knew that this was something he wanted to do, not just for himself but for others; and if being a slut meant making ponies know he was choosing this with a sound mind, then he was prepared to let them see rationally.

He looked back at Rarity, who was avoiding looking back at him with a heavy pout. It wasn’t until she and Rainbow began pulling the cart again that Spike had an idea. “Okay, how about this?” asked the drake while looking between both mares with an insistent tone. “When we go back to Ponyville, the two of you would probably need to back me up on what I said when Twilight wakes up, right?”

Rainbow glanced over at Rarity for a second before nodding. “Well, yeah. That probably would help a bit, I guess.”

Rarity sighed and shrugged in agreement as well. Spike smiled and continued, “Alright, good! So how about this: if you two are able to get Twilight to agree, then I have an idea on how to make this work…”

Both mares turned back to look at Spike while continuing to walk down the road. Spike put out his claws and spoke in a more confident tone, “When we get back home, I’ll schedule some meetings so I can talk with a therapist. I’m sure that Twilight will be looking up specialists when she wakes up anyway, so I might as well go along with that. And if the Doctor says that I have any sort of trauma, or unresolved issues or anything bad because of what I did, then I promise I won’t do anything.”

Even though both of them were happy to hear Spike make that promise with a sincere tone, Rarity still seemed apprehensive as she asked, “So… what if the specialist says you’re alright?”

“Well, then there’d be no doubt I’m thinking clearly as an adult, right?” replied Spike with a smirk. “If the therapist says that my decision is being made with a healthy state of mind, with no psychological issues, and with a mature understanding, then I can be a slut without any judgement.”

Rarity winced and looked away from him. “Spike, could you please not say that word!?”

“Yeah, I might need some time to get used to that as well,” added Rainbow with an uncomfortable look of her own, as well as a small blush on her cheeks. However, she waited a couple seconds before adding, “... but… okay, yeah. If a professional says it’s cool, then I won’t judge you, dude. I promise.”

While Rarity just stared at the pegasus like she grew a dick out of her forehead, Spike gave her a warm smile in appreciation. “Hey thanks, Dash. I really mean that.”

“Yeah, no problem…” Even though she smiled back at him with that statement, she then looked back ahead of her and muttered with a weirded-out expression on her face, “... you horny little weirdo.”

One Month Later

Twilight may have been a nervous and paranoid wreck since seeing Spike act the way he did (as well as learning of his plans to continue doing it), but she was fortunately able to agree to his measures after some support from Rainbow Dash and Rarity. After consulting with Luna and Celestia, who both had quite a few questions about the whole ordeal, Spike was given appointments twice a week with one of the best trauma therapy specialists in Equestria. And as luck would have it, the Doctor himself had his office in Ponyville.

The Doctor, who had a light brown coat and a spiked chestnut mane, was somepony who Spike recognized in Ponyville all the time, but had no idea what he did. Before coming to these sessions, all the drake knew was that he went by the name Time Turner, and that he was really smart. Of course, given the hourglass on Turner’s flank, Spike assumed that the guy was a clockmaker (or something time-based as a career) instead of a trauma specialist. But as the weeks went on, Spike was happy to learn that Time Turner was very well-versed in his studies, as well as non-judgmental on what the drake had to say.

While sitting in front of his desk during their final session, Spike was able to see that the Doctor’s hourglass on the table was almost bottomed-out completely. Keeping a studious look on his face, the brown stallion shuffled the notes in his hooves while doing a last-minute overview of the drake’s progress. “Now, let’s see…” Time Turner’s muzzle skewed a little while studying the papers he had with precision, and sighed when putting them down and saying with a posh Trottingham accent, “according to my notes, Mister Spike, it seems like your claims of not being traumatized are fairly within reason.”

Spike smiled wide at hearing that statement; after over a month without any action due to Twilight keeping extremely close supervision, that confirmation was definitely the highlight of his week. “Oh, thank you!” piped the drake cheerfully. “And uhhh… You don’t have to call me ‘Mister Spike,’ you know. Just Spike is fine.”

“Oh! Right…” Time Turner smiled back with a guilty blush. “My apologies. It’s just my way of staying polite with my clients.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Doctor. I get it,” assured Spike as an excited blush started to grow across his cheeks. However, he still took a nervous breath and asked in clarification, “So… there’s no issues at all? Like, in your professional opinion?”

“Well… I don’t believe there is…” Time Turner made sure to organize all his copied documents before they were placed in the manila envelope. “After hearing your details and running my tests, you don’t seem to exhibit any signs of psychological trauma or distress due to your encounters with those dragons. Even with your Dragon Greed in effect at the time, it doesn’t appear that you have any regrets or guilt about your actions. Plus, the fact that you showed me Twilight’s experiments on you, which proved that dragons can’t contract any Equine diseases, pretty much proved that you’d be safe from STDs. So in regards to your future plans in relation to your experiences, I… I can safely say that you do seem to want this with a sound state of mind and appropriate level of maturity. And I do think you should be able to pursue it if you choose.”

A very, very relieved sigh escaped the drake as he leaned back in his seat with a large smile. “Ughhhh… Doctor, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that!”

Doctor Turner wanted to chuckle at the drake’s cheerful reaction, but something about his level of relief made him want to ask with his lips pursed. “So, I’m guessing that your Guardian is still resistant about your plans?”

That question just made the drake huff with his smile dropping quickly. “Yeah, that’s a light way to put it. With the heavy curfews she has on me, along with how many chores she’s making me do around the library, it almost feels like I'm in prison.”

Time Turner frowned strongly as he saw how upset Spike looked with his arms crossed. “You know that she’s just looking out for you, right?” he asked in a sympathetic tone while leaning forward in his desk. “I mean, this is a fairly unorthadox personality change for someone to go through, especially without any notable trauma. And you said yourself that she was the closest parental figure you had growing up.”

“Yeah, I know,” replied the drake with a tilt of his head in understanding. “Believe me, I totally get it. I’ll just be happy to show her the proof that I’m not a rape victim or whatever.”

“Fair enough.” With that, Time Turner handed Spike the folder with copies of his notes, test results, and a letter of confirmation regarding Spike’s mental health. “Here you go, Spike. Normally I don’t let these sorts of things leave my office, but it’s pretty hard to ignore royal orders.”

“Believe me, I know,” said Spike with a shrug of his own. After making sure the folder was securely closed with a couple strings of rubber bands, the dragon used his fire breath to ignite it in glowing green flames. Just as quickly as the fume of flames ignited, the folder vanished with a puff of smoke that rolled out of the open window. Spike breathed out with a smile at seeing that folder head off to Canterlot, hoping that it would finally get Twilight off his back.

“Well,” began Spike as he looked back at Time Turner and put out his claw, “I’m really happy that you were open-minded enough to talk this stuff over with me. I hope I wasn’t too much for you.”

“Oh, please!” scoffed Turner with a smirk as he shook Spike’s claw, giving him a cheeky wink while saying, “Trust me, young drake. I’ve dealt with much odder personalities than you!”

Both of them laughed warmly before finishing their shake, neither of them seeming too weirded out or uncomfortable despite their conversations in the last month. However, before Spike could get out of his seat to make his leave, Time Turner glanced over at his hourglass and said, “Just so you know, we do still have a few minutes left if you want to talk some more.”

Even though Spike was ready to leave and hope to have a more mature talk with Twilight, he paused for a moment before deciding to stay. “Ehhhh… alright, sure,” he said while getting back in his seat comfortably. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

“Ah, bringing that question back to me for a change, I see!” The Doctor chuckled a little after saying that, but soon breathed out calmly and decided to answer with a raised brow. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… what are your plans now?”

“Uhhh…” Spike was starting to draw a blank while staring back at the stallion. "What do you mean?”

“I mean, how do you intend to pursue this kind of lifestyle?” asked Turner curiously. “Because I have a feeling it might not be as easy for you to, you know… be a slut in Equestria as opposed to the Dragon Lands.”

Spike sighed with a shrug, not needing to ask Doctor Turner what he meant by that. Heck, considering how most ponies in this town still considered him a child, he’d be lucky to find anyone willing to get a clawjob from him. And given how many actual children were in Ponyville, the drake couldn’t necessarily put up a free-use post for himself without getting arrested. Realizing how meager his options really were, Spike looked down at his waist with his mouth skewed to one side. “Well… yeah, I can’t really think of much I can do at the moment…”

He looked back up at Time Turner and half-heartedly said, “I’m guessing you don’t have many suggestions, do you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” responded the stallion with a roll of his eyes. “Even though that isn’t necessarily my expertise, I might be able to think of some ideas for you to try…”

Spike’s brows raised as he sat up in his seat, clearly interested in what the Doctor might recommend.

“Firstly,” began Turner with an apprehensive shrug while his cheeks began to blush, “despite how lower-tier the option may be, you could try to find a restroom that has ‘glory holes.’ That might help with anonymity and ensuring no ponies would be thrown off by seeking pleasure from you. Or if you wanted it to be more public, you could always put up personal ads in places like the adult book store. That might be more towards being an escort as opposed to a slut, but it could still help to put your name out there.”

“Hmmm…” Spike tapped his chin in thought, not wanting to dismiss either of those options. “I could definitely try either of those…”

“Umm…” Time Turner tried to think of a couple more ideas just in case. “Of course, travelling to other places might help if you wanted to display your actions publicly without too much judgement. Although you might need to check local laws beforehoof in case they have policies against prostitution. Oh! There are also adult-oriented sex groups all over Equestria who tend to help ponies embrace fetishes they can’t normally try. Even though I’m not sure of their policies when it comes to un-Equine species, I’m sure your royal status could sway a member or two towards recruiting you.”

Spike’s mouth skewed before shaking his head. “Well, I can’t really leave my royal duties by travelling whenever I wanted. Celestia was upset I left for the Dragon Lands without notice, so I doubt she’d be okay with me leaving Twilight to do this.” Spike then huffed with a bewildered smile, realizing that he was actually going to get this option now. “Besides, I think it might be good to start off local.”

“That would be tougher,” pointed out Turner. “You said yourself that most ponies around here still consider you a kid. So unless you put on a sign that said ‘Slut’ around your neck, the only way to really change that perception would be by word of mouth.”

Even though he knew he couldn’t do that sign idea (despite how intriguing it sounded for a brief second), Spike wasn’t sure how to get word of mouth about him being an open slut. “Well, how would you suggest I do that?” asked the drake as he looked up at Time Turner with his claws up. “Because aside from the Princesses, Twilight and her friends, the only pony who knows about this is…”

During that long, thought-provoking pause, Spike’s brows raised immensely while staring at the therapist. The therapist who learned all about the drake’s intentions and what he wants to do. The therapist who hasn’t shown any judgement in regards to his plans. The therapist who wasn’t married, nor did he have any romantic relationship that Spike was aware of…

And as the hourglass dropped its last few granules of sand from the top bulb, Spike realized that this stallion wasn’t technically his therapist anymore.

As his cheeks began to redden in thought, a sly smirk began to creep at the corners of his mouth. Meanwhile, Doctor Turner blinked a couple times while looking back the dragon. “Ummm… is something wrong, Spike?”

The drake just shook his head as a more confident smile grew on his face. “Nope,” he said with a shrug, “buuuutttt… would you mind if I clarified something?”

“Ummm... “ Time Turner noticed that the top bulb of the hourglass was empty too. “What about?”

“Well, technically speaking,” began Spike as he hopped out of his seat, “since this is our last session, I’m no longer considered a client, right?”

“Wellllll…” The stallion paused briefly before shrugging his head. “I suppose not?”

“Good,” continued the drake as he walked up towards the therapist’s desk. “And because of that, the whole Doctor/Patient Confidentiality thing wouldn’t apply right now, would it?”

Turner narrowed his eyes on him suspiciously. “... What are you trying to say?” he asked as the cogs in his mind slowly began to turn.

“Well... “ Before the Doctor could say anything, Spike hopped up on top of his desk and gave him a suggestive grin. “You said yourself that word of mouth would be the best bet, right? So I wanted to make sure I was no longer a ‘Patient’~”

Time Turner’s eyes shot wide open, instantly realizing what the drake was suggesting. “Whoooaaaaa,” began the stallion as he put his hooves up in protest. “Spike, I’m not going to make assumptions, but I’m also not going to tolerat--”

“Just listen,” interrupted Spike, who crawled across the desk and put a claw over the Doctor's lips to temporarily silence him. His eyes became half-lidded while eyeing the pony and saying in a more sensual voice. “I’ve been talking with you about my plans for the past month, Doctor. And you just gave me the okay to go for it. But right now, I can’t exactly go out and get any cock since no guys know I want it. Nobody… except you~”

Turner’s lips trembled a little while Spike’s claw was still pressed against it. Despite looking uneasy, he was unable to move or say anything before the drake continued.

“And believe me, Doctor…” His face leaned in closer to the stallion’s while licking his lips in growing need, “after spending over a month cooped up in that tree with a complete prude, with no way to get any real relief, you do not know how badly I need a cock in me again. Heck, just being cooped up in this office was bad enough since it was the only time I’ve been away from Twilight, but I still couldn’t get any real action without your say. And considering that you’re the only stallion to know, and accept that side of me, I think it’s only fair I give you a little reward for putting up with my slutty ass~”

Doctor Turner shuddered a little in his seat, not wanting to do or say anything that could be misconstrued as accepting the drake’s offer. But strangely enough, the stallion couldn’t find it in him to just get up from his seat, or even say “No” outright. With the way Spike was eyeing him with those hungry emerald eyes, it was almost as if he forgot how to do either of those things. Instead, the pony just sat stoically while his face began to grow a deep shade of red.

Spike’s eyes peered down the stallion’s body for a brief second, giggling before looking back up at his face. “And just so you know,” continued the drake while crawling in closer towards him, “I know that some of my descriptions of what happened were a bit… exciting on your end as well. I never said anything since I didn’t want to embarrass you, but it’s kinda easy to smell when someone’s cock comes out of their sheath. It’s so rich… and musky… and sweaty…”

With each inflected adjective that came out of the slutty dragon’s mouth, Time Turner had to try his hardest not to make any audible groans through Spike’s claw. Unfortunately, with the way Spike was acting, the Doctor couldn’t deny that he was feeling more than a little turned on. Of course, it seemed like Spike didn’t need any audible confirmation as he huffed with a smirk on the stallion. “And right now…” His eyes peered downward again, looking right at Time Turner’s member which was now halfway out of its sheathe. “... I have a feeling this isn’t the first time you got hard because of what I had to say~”

Seeing that the dragon was looking right at his junk, Turner finally groaned out as he felt more blood begin to rush towards his growing stallionhood. Now sitting on top of the Doctor’s desk, Spike watched in perverted delight as his former therapist’s cock began to spring to life in front of him. Due to having a claw still over the stallion’s mouth, the closest thing to protest he heard from the Doctor were some meager, muffled groans. However, considering how easily the pony could’ve just pulled away or told him to leave, Spike felt no qualms with pushing his limits.

In the brief moment Spike pulled his claw away from Turner’s mouth, he tried to blurt out with a deep blush, “S-Spike! I-I r-really don’t think that… that this… this…”

While the pony tried to speak, Spike got himself off the top of Turner’s desk and sat on the Doctor’s lap. The drake let out a constrained moan at feeling that hot, rigid stallionhood right behind his tail as he sat between it and the flustered pony. While Doctor Turner’s mouth stayed open, occasionally closing like he was trying to make words come out of it, Spike looked him in the eyes and said in a particularly hungry voice, “Come on, Doctor… I know you wanna rut me. Ever since I told you about how much of a slut I was with those dragons, you got hard every time I came in here. I know it. I smelled it. And believe me, Doc.... Now I wanna taste it~”

“B-B-But…” Turner struggled to look away from the slutty drake’s determined stare on him while squirming in his chair. “Spike, I… I really shouldn--”

“Sssshhhhhh~” Spike placed a claw over his lips one last time so he can give some extra words of encouragement. “Doctor, I promise you that Twilight and the Princesses will never know. You don’t have to tell them a thing aside from what’s in that envelope I sent. And in exchange, all that I need right now is a good, thick cock to make up for the month I spent without any. So how about this…”

Spike leaned in with a hungry smirk, waiting until his face was only a few inches from the stallion’s before saying, “If you’re willing to tell every stallion you know that I’m an eager, cum-hungry slut who’s open for business, then I’ll let you use me in any way you want. Right. Now~”

As soon as he felt Turner’s cock throb especially hard against the underside of his tail, Spike knew that he wasn’t going to protest. He grinned wide as he pulled his claw back, letting his own draconic cock press against the stallion’s furry chest. “All you have to do,” said the slut in a sensual, waiting tone, “is say that I’m no longer your patient. You do that, and you agree to the deal~”

Time Turner trembled in his seat with face plastered a deep shade of red. Despite every ounce of his conscience telling him that this was wrong, the pony couldn’t deny that this dragon knew how to make him rock hard and in need of release. Of course, he knew better than any pony that Spike was probably way more pent-up than he was. So, as his lips trembled open, Turner tried to think about how this would technically help both of them while saying:

“Y… You’re… N-No longer my patient…”

Spike grinned back at him with a bit lip, moaning softly in appreciation of hearing the stallion’s agreement. “Gooooooddd…~” The slutty drake made sure to wiggle his rear end and tail over Turner’s cock, hoping to coax a good suggestion out of him as he asked, “So… what do you want me to do first?~”

Turner bit his bottom lip while groaning at the teasing sensation of the dragon’s scales rubbing against his throbbing length. He honestly wasn’t sure what to suggest first, but that didn’t stop him from blurting out, “G-Get… Get off the chair first…”

Spike nodded with a smile, and hopped off of Turner’s chair like it was nothing. However, the drake also got back up on top of the stallion’s desk, remaining on all fours while looking back in wait. The pony was panting in growing arousal while his heartbeat began to increase, which wasn’t helped when he stared at that pudgy, suggestive position Spike was in. The dragon wasn’t even showing anything yet, but that teasingly sexy stare he had still looked hot as Tartarus to Time Turner. With his breaths becoming heavier by the second, Time Turner couldn’t hold it in as he got out of his chair and said, “A-Alright, just… just get in position...”

Spike didn’t need any clarification what Turner meant, and kept a devilish smile while lifting his rear in the direction of the pony. After lifting his tail, the drake moaned as he felt that first cooling breeze of fresh air hit his flesh as he laid in such an exposed state. Spike gripped his cheeks with both claws, spreading his hole open even more as his own cock throbbed in eager wait. “Mmmmph… P-Please, Doctor,” moaned the slut as his blush deepened. “Give me that injection~”

If he wasn’t so riled up, Time Turner would’ve poked fun at such a corny pickup line. But right now, the sight of the drake’s spread-open, inviting hole made him shudder while getting his front hooves on top of the desk. But instead of immediately mounting Spike like expected, Turner did something that made the dragon go wide-eyed and gasp on the desk. With his face deeply blushed, Time Turner plunged his muzzle in to eagerly lap at Spike's exposed hole. With each deep, rapid lick of the stallion’s tongue against his sensitive scales, Spike’s whole body shook at the new sensation that sent tingles up his spine. “OooouuuuuoooOOOOHHH!~”

Spike let go of his cheeks so he could grip at the edge of Turner’s desk while riding that thick, slick tongue. His mouth hung open while moaning out in surprised bliss, his shaky voice overpowering the growling grunts of Time Turner who was devouring at the drake’s soft, puckering hole. The stallion’s eyes were clenched shut while dragging his tongue long each scale, leaving each one wet and slick with his own saliva before plunging his tongue inside. Spike eyes shot even wider, but he didn’t dare want it to stop as he pushed his pudgy rump back against Turner’s face. His tongue began to hang outside his mouth as he closed his eyes and moaned out with an elated blush on his cheeks. “Ahh! Ahhh… Ohhhhh, Doctorrrrrrr…~”

Time Turner wasn’t sure how long he rimmed the dragon and teased him with his tongue, but it barely felt like any time at all before he needed to pull back to breathe. When his muzzle went away from Spike’s hole, the Doctor was panting heavily while looking at how slick and glossy the slut’s rear looked now. Even though he was sure he had some lubricant somewhere in his office, it wasn’t often that he got to eat out an ass as gorgeous or tight as this one’s. Plus, his tongue-lashing was most likely more than enough to get Spike properly lubed up, while also making him moan out in need for more. By the time Turner got the front half of his body up on the desk, Spike was still reeling from such a new sensation that made him grin ear-to-ear. “Mmmmmm~ You… you really know how to get a slut ready~”

The sounds of Turner’s front hooves stomping on top of the desk got Spike back to reality, and he gasped as he felt that thick head of the stallion’s cock press hard against his slicked entrance. Clenching his eyes shut, the drake quickly brought his claws back to spread open his hole again. He let out a deep, hungry moan as he felt the crown of that horsecock start to press in, stretching open Spike’s flesh far enough to remind him of some of the larger dragons he serviced. The drake knew it was going to hurt, but the only sounds that came from his open mouth were more strained moans as he felt one of the edges of that thick crown start to sink inside. He clenched his eyes even tighter while pulling himself open a little more, anxious to ease the Doctor’s cock inside.

Meanwhile, Time Turner’s face was a deep shade of red while standing over his desk, his heart pounding in a mix of arousal and slight shame as he pushed his cockhead harder against Spike’s tight hole. Even though he would’ve never tried this sort of thing with any of his previous patients, it was hard to think about his own morality when those smooth scales teased at the sensitive tip of his cock. Not hearing any major resistance from the slut underneath his barrel, the pony gritted his teeth as he strengthened his stance on top of Spike.

“NnnnggggaaAAAAAHHHH~” Spike cried out in a mix of pain and pure elation as he felt the rest of that thick, meaty crown finally sink into his hungry hole. Despite how badly it was stretching him out, Spike couldn’t have cared less as he shuddered at the thickness of Time Turner’s hot, throbbing horsecock. Even as the stallion began to push inward, his shaft felt just as thick as the head while Spike sank his claws into the oak table. It was like his insides were going to be rearranged with how massive Turner’s cock felt inside of him, but the dragon could barely wince while moaning out like a slutty mare in heat. His face was flushed with red while taking inch after inch of the Doctor’s shaft, feeling like a living fleshlight the deeper Turner went.

If either of them had a mirror, they would’ve been able to see just how large Turner’s cock was in comparison to Spike’s miniscule body. The drake may have taken dragons larger than Celestia a month back, but that didn’t change the fact that Doctor Turner’s cock was thick enough to create a very noticeable bulge in the dragon’s torso. Spike cried out with his eyes shut, still smiling in lustful glee despite the tears stemming at the corners of his eyes. Meanwhile, Time Turner grunted heavily after one last push, popping the thick medial ridge inside of the drake’s stretched-out entrance.

The stallion was panting just as heavily as Spike was, and both of them were paused momentarily as they laid on the desk. Even though he still felt a little hesitant about being with Spike in this way, the Doctor couldn’t help smirking as he saw how blushed and overwhelmed the dragon looked from just one stallion’s cock inside of him. And given some of the things Spike described in great detail during their sessions, Time Turner figured it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun with him.

“So…” Turner lifted himself up with a heavy grunt, his stallionhood still deeply buried inside of Spike’s deepest depths. “Part of me wonders if you’ve been lying about taking that many dragon cocks. I figured a slut like you would be a lot looser~”

Spike blushed deeply as he shuddered from hearing something that demeaning, especially from his former therapist. “W-Well… I was stuck in that library for a month… It’s hard to s-stay loose without any real action…”

Doctor Turner huffed as he grinned down at him. “Not even any toys to keep yourself open?” The pony started to feel randy as he quickly went and smacked the drake’s left cheek with a hoof. Spike gasped in shock from that sudden slap on his rear, but the degradation only made him moan out with a blush while hearing him say, “Hmmph! And you call yourself a slut~”

“I-I ammmmm~” Spike moaned while pulling his head up to arch his back, which made the bulge of Turner’s cock in his torso much more noticeable. “I’m a huuuuuuge slut, Doctor~”

“Oh yeah?” Smirking in growing courage, the Doctor pulled his ridge out of the drake, along with a few more inches as slowly and teasingly as possible. By the time he got half of his length out, Spike’s claws were seriously scratching up his table from the intensity of that thick meat stimulating every nerve of his body. Luckily, Turner didn’t seem to mind the damage to his desk from the way he licked his lips. “Because right now, it feels like you have the hole of a bloody VIRGIN!!!”

That last word was accompanied by a hard, earth-shattering thrust that shoved his length back inside with one pounding movement. Spike clenched his eyes shut and screamed out from the first bout of overwhelming shock and pain, but the sensation of being filled with so much cock quickly flooded his senses and made him shudder with a hungry groan. But before he could savor the feeling of so much horsecock being crammed into his slutty figure, the drake gasped as he felt Turner pull his length out again.

“By the time I’m done with you,” purred the stallion as his libido made him sound much more lewd than before, “you’re gonna be loose enough to cram my HOOF!!!”

Another heavy thrust shoved his cock back inside the dragon, but this time Spike let out a hearty moan instead of a pained scream. “Y-YESSSS!!!” cried out the slut with his eyes clenched shut. “L-Loosen me up, Doctor! Stretch me out for mooorrrrrre!!!~”

After a lustful growl from the stallion above him, Spike laid in utter bliss as he felt Time Turner’s thrusts repeat again and again. Even as he felt that cock slide in and out of him at a faster rate, Spike reveled in pleasure as he felt each driving push of that member hit him as hard as the first. Doctor Turner may have not looked like an aggressive pony, but each strong rut into the drake’s hole was hard enough to make a normal-sized mare wince in pain from just watching. But for the little dragon getting pounded by the Doctor’s horsecock, all that he felt was an overflowing feeling of euphoria from finally getting this sort of action after a month of being blue-balled.

Each powerful thrust from the stallion made Spike think back to the dragons who all used him back in that cave, and he moaned out from each filling sensation as his body was barely able to stay on the desk. Before too long, Time Turner was pounding into him hard enough to make the desk scoot forward each time. But as he felt his used hole get stretched out and filled to the brim with the Doctor’s thick cock, all that the drake could think of doing was grip into the desk and moan out in pent-up need. “Nnnnnnn… Mmmmmp… P-Please… Please s-spank me again~”

SMACK!!!

While the drake cried out in ecstasy from feeling that sharp bout of pain, Turner growled down at him, “You like that, Slut!?~”

Spike could’ve just said yes, but his blush deepened as he reopened his mouth and mewed out, “A-Again!”

SMACK!!!

"MmmmmMORE!!!"

SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!
SMACK!!!

From how hard Turner’s thrust into Spike felt after smacking his rear, the dragon almost thought the pony just hit him twice. Regardless, Spike laid in helpless pleasure while taking every thrust and smack from the pent-up stallion. Between the sounds of Turner’s cock sliding in and out of the moaning drake, combined with the screeches of his desk being moved against the hardwood floor, it was almost a miracle that nopony outside could hear them in their office. Although, maybe that was for the best as Turner’s voice became more hoarse. “S-Spike, I… I’m gonna…”

Spike began to brace himself while keeping his rear raised for the stallion plowing him so violently. With his eyes clenched, the blushed drake shouted out in a desperate moan, “Mmmmmrrrrrghhhhh~ Cum in me Doctor, please! Don’t… D-Don’t pull out!~”

The Doctor’s breaths became more rapid as he felt himself reach closer to his peak. His thrusts were more erratic while pulling in and out of the drake, but he continued while looking like a stag in the middle of breeding season. His face was deeply flushed with sweat matting the fur on his face, and his body was running on pure instinct while pounding the little dragon pinned underneath him. His mind started to turn cloudy with each thrust into Spike’s slutty little cumdump of a hole, making him forget that he was bucking a former client. Spike may have not been a female, but Time Turner felt his balls churning like he was about to breed him like a proper mare.

Just as he felt himself about to burst, the stallion’s entire body tensed up while on top of the drake. He could feel his cock throbbing deep inside of Spike, letting the slut know that he was about to be filled. And just before Time Turner could do it, he heard the dragon bellow out in desperate need, “FffffffFFFILL ME UP!!!”

Doctor Turner’s entire body felt like it pulsated as he drove that last, powerful thrust inside of Spike’s body to unleash his thick, heavy load of cum into his deepest depths. The feel of that massive horsecock throbbing in his stretched-out hole, combined with the immense warmth of the stallion’s hot, gooey cum flooding inside of him afterward, finally sent Spike over the brink as well. The drake cried out in nirvana as his own cock erupted without needing to be touched, making a near constant flow of his own cum pour out and create a puddle on top of the pony’s once immaculate desk. Of course, a couple of involuntary thrusts from Turner made Spike gasp in further pleasure, and his own dribbling cock dangled while spraying his cum over more of the desk and on himself.

Unable to keep himself up any longer, Time Turner groaned and collapsed on top of the dragon while panting like an exhausted dog. Spike laid on the desk in overwhelmed pleasure as well, practically glowing as he shuddered wildly from such a monumental orgasm. Neither of them were sure how long they laid like that during the aftermath of their heated rutting, but it probably would have taken up the time of some of Time Turner’s smaller hourglasses he collected.

After a strong shudder of his own, Doctor Turner sighed and began to pull out. Spike used some of his remaining energy to grip onto the desk as he felt that deflating, but still thick member slide out of his hole like it was nothing. He exhaled shakily when it was fully out with a muffled pop, undoubtedly filling his ass with a large enough amount of cum to leave him satisfied. Of course, at realizing that most of it would probably leak out of him by the time he left this building, Spike made a mental note to get himself a butt plug for next time.

“H… Hey, Doc,” said Spike in a weak-sounding groan while he laid on the desk with his reddened, cum-splattered butt still up.

Time Turner was using several tissues to wipe off his half-erect cock, but paused for a second to look over at Spike. Even when he saw the look of guilt and realization sweeping across the stallion’s face, Spike still smirked giddily and said, “You... you better remember our deal~”

Upon remembering what he agreed to, Turner’s eyes widened just as much as the drake’s grin.

“Every guy you know, Doctor…

“Every. Guy. You. Know~”

Author's Note

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