Big Mac exhaled sharply as he trudged up to the top of the hill, clearly not used to walking around his orchard in ghoulish face-paint and a heavy cloak. Fortunately, the bulky stallion wasn’t alone as his smiling coltfriend trotted alongside him. Despite not being as acquainted to the farming lifestyle as his mate, Caramel seemed fairly spry as he ascended the incline while wearing a bright green tunic and matching elf-cap. Of course, that may have been because his build was much lighter than Mac’s, and his costume wasn’t nearly as constrictive.

“Ughhh… Why the hay did Ah agree to let Rarity make me a wool cape?” groaned the burlier stallion as he struggled to drudge behind Caramel. Even though the fashionista did an outstanding job with his costume (especially the apple-shaped skull emblem embroidered on the side, which Mac himself never considered), he still looked like he would’ve preferred a lighter material. “Ah swear, it’s like Ahm wearin’ one of Granny’s winter coats around my neck.”

“Weeeelllll, it does add to the aesthetic,” replied Mac’s coltfriend with a sympathetic smile back at him. “Plus, it matches your top-hat.”

Mac sighed through his nostrils with a flatter expression, mostly due to his annoyance that Caramel wasn’t wrong. As soon as he saw that old-fashioned hat in the clearance rack of one of Rarity’s Nightmare Night sales, the stallion knew he had to get it for his idea. However, now the stallion was regretting wearing such a thick and stuffy item on top of his head while outside. Even though it was growing colder outside, that bulky wool was making the top of his scalp sweat like he was in the middle of summer again. Alas, Mac still exhaled sharply before responding to his coltfriend’s statement. “Well… Ah guess that’s true. Hopefully by the time we get them two set up, it’ll be cold enough to suit me better.”

Caramel smiled as he nodded in agreement, happy that Mac was at least trying to stay positive. Considering how awkward things got back at the house, the pony didn’t want his mate to be too upset before starting his volunteer work in town. Not to mention, it’d be bitterly ironic if the farmpony wouldn’t be able to perform after that argument he won with his sister. Nevertheless, the reminder of what was to come proved to be enough to make Caramel huff lightly, and say with a cheeky smirk, “Well… if you’re still going to do what you said back at the house, I have a feeling you’ll be growing even hotter in that outfit~”

Even though that idea should’ve been enough to make Mac wince, the implication of Caramel’s reply made him smirk lightly back at him. Just as the two were reaching the top of the hill, the red stallion narrowed his eyes on his coltfriend and said confidently, “Considerin’ how long Ah’ve been wantin’ this, you better believe Ah ain’t gonna let this opportunity pass~”

Caramel smiled a little wider in understanding, but he couldn’t resist raising a brow to ask in a teasing tone, “What’s that supposed to mean, Mackie?~ Am I not good enough for you anymore?~”

“Pbbt! Don’t gimme that, Cara,” scoffed Mac with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve been gushin’ about how good he was since that first time ya did it. It’s about time Ah get a piece of that tail myself~”

“I know, I know,” admitted Caramel with a more relaxed smile. He tilted his head to the side as he looked back ahead, where the large fence was already up to keep any Peeping Toms at bay. “You know I’m just teasing, hun. Believe me, I couldn’t be happier that you’re finally getting this chance~”

Happy that Caramel was sounding so positive about his mate’s plan, Big Mac chuckled more sultrily through his widening grin. “Eeeyup~” he chirped in anticipation. “Of course, Ah think Ah might be happier ‘bout this right now~”

Caramel shrugged in acceptance of that point, and giggled eagerly as the two finally reached the gate. Since Spike and Fizzle were already inside, the lock was undone to allow Mac and Caramel to enter without any trouble. Fortunately for the two of them, it seemed that the two dragons already had everything set up for their upcoming fundraiser. Multiple rows of metal barricades (courtesy of Spike and Rainbow Dash’s connections in the Wonderbolts) were arranged right at the entrance in a tight “S” pattern, which allowed for maximum occupancy when it came to tonight’s line of participants. There was also a wooden stool placed at the very end of the line, with a large glass jar on top with a sign labeled “Tips” taped to the front.

Just beyond that were two wooden stocks, loosely based on what townships used to have to keep ponies bound in public as punishment. However, these stocks were fairly different in their design; instead of three holes drilled between two wooden slats to place a pony’s head and front-hooves, there were only two for Spike and Fizzle’s claws. Inside of those holes were a couple rings of insulated foam padding, which ensured that neither of their wrists would get injured from strain or tension. The stands were also considerably lower in height, most likely so the dragons would be bent over more easily. Speaking of which, it was obvious which stand was for which dragon when Spike’s was only a couple feet off the ground, and Fizzle’s was over twice that height.

As for the two dragons themselves, Mac and Caramel were able to see them when they finally got to the end of the empty line and looked past the stocks. Spike was already in his costume, and looked absolutely captivating in his “Street-Walker” attire that matched his mindset perfectly. He didn’t seem to notice the stallions at first, and was preoccupied with clipping a pink skirt around Fizzle’s waist. The white dragon already had a matching crop-top over his slender torso, which had a pink hem around the sides that went well with his similarly-hued scales. Even if the couple didn’t notice the hot-pink pom-poms that were placed on the ground beside Fizzle’s feet, the two would’ve been able to tell clear as day what the dragon’s costume was.

“Hooooo, boy~” purred Caramel enticingly, which caused Fizzle to yelp in surprise and turn around to see who it was. Much like Spike, his apprentice was dolled-up with a generous application of makeup on his face. His mascara and blush were fairly similar to the drake’s, but Fizzle’s lips had a darker magenta color of lipstick instead of Spike’s ruby red. He also had a thick pair of white stockings that came up to his knees, and a cute pair of pink pumps over his feet to give him a more feminine stance. Fizzle may have looked a little skittish while wearing such a promiscuous costume outdoors, but that didn’t seem to skew Caramel’s hungry grin by any means. “I gotta say, Fizzle… You legitimately look like a girl in that cheerleader outfit~”

Big Macintosh chuckled lowly as he eyed the blushed dragon, his similarly widened smile indicating that he agreed with his coltfriend’s assessment. Fizzle grew more embarrassed as he stood awkwardly, and rubbed one of his arms with a claw in a feeble attempt to conceal himself the tiniest bit. “Ummm… Is… Is that a bad thing?” he asked sheepishly, likely assuming his getup was too feminine for Ponyville’s openly gay couple.

“Nnnnope~” answered Mac with a confirming shake of his head and a warm smirk. “You’re lookin’ just as fine as your Teacher tonight~”

Fizzle was able to smile a little as he sighed in relief, and brought his claw back to press against his chest for a second. “Okay, good. I was… I was a little worried this was a bit much…”

Spike may have been able to understand his protègè’s apprehension regarding his costume, but he still scoffed playfully with a wave of his claw. “Oh, please~” he jeered as he glanced up at Fizzle with a confident smile. “Trust me, dude. Most of the stallions in town are ‘straight,’ so looking more like a girl will be a huge advantage. You’re gonna get every guy who shows up harder than diamonds~”

Fizzle was still visibly nervous, but that reassuring compliment was more than enough to make him smile behind his lingering blush. Meanwhile, Mac’s sights soon returned onto Spike while his grin remained strong across his muzzle. “Ah think it’s safer to say that both y’all are gonna get that distinction, Spikey~”

Caramel wasn’t sure if it was his coltfriend’s tone of voice being randier than usual, or the use of such a nickname in reference to the slutty drake; but whatever it was, Spike quickly took notice of Mac’s demeanor to glance back at him with a raised brow. “Heh~ I suppose so…”

Mac’s smile grew to be as apparent as his hungry gaze on the smaller dragon, and it didn’t take long for Spike to tilt his head in slight suspicion. “Soooo… I take it I’m tempting you again~?”

Instead of giving an honest “Eeyup” in response, Mac gave a light shrug while keeping his eyes locked on him. “A little,” he stated in a more casual tone as his brows rose slightly. “Of course, Ah doubt you can really blame me when you’re dressed like that~”

Spike chuckled as he gave a playful shrug of his own. “Yeah, I can certainly understand that…” Given his promise he made back to Applejack when he first started his lifestyle, he knew better than to try and tease Big Mac at a moment like this. However, the drake couldn’t resist turning himself around, and giving his plump rear a coaxing wiggle that made his cheeks jiggle underneath his skirt. He kept his sights pinned on Mac as he said with serious bedroom eyes, “Mnnnghhh… Believe me Mac, if I could get Applejack to undo that Pinkie Promise, I’d do it in a heartbeat~”

Instead of sighing in disappointment by Spike’s statement, Mac just smiled wickedly wide in response to it; and given how he was still in his skull-inspired face-paint, Fizzle was more than a little concerned what the pony’s expression truly meant. As the larger stallion chuckled eagerly, Spike began to look confused by the stallion’s reaction. Meanwhile, Caramel just sighed with a roll of his eyes, and a tolerating smile to his coltfriend’s behavior. He then reached into one of the pockets of his tunic and said, “Well, Spike… I don’t think you have to anymore~”

Upon hearing that, Spike turned back around as both he and Fizzle placed their focus on the tan stallion. Caramel pulled out a tape-recorder from his pocket, which was one of the kinds that had a built-in microphone. Mac kept his devilish grin as he stood beside his mate, and waited for him to play back what was recorded prior to their exit from the Apple Family home. After a distinct click of the play button, a couple seconds of faint static came out of the tiny speaker before Mac’s voice came out through it.

… “AJ, come on! Ah know you only made him do that promise because of Cara. And believe me, Ah do appreciate that. Ah really do. But he’s fine with it too!”

“Mac, Ah don’t want ya goin out there and… doin’ THAT with Spike!”

“And why not?!”

“Because he’s my FRIEND, you… you pervert! Ah can’t exactly look him in the eye if Ah knew you two were goin’ at it!”

“Okay, okay… Listen, Ah completely understand why it’d be weird. But you can’t tell me he ain’t already slept with ponies you know around town.”

“That ain’t the same, Mac! You’re FAMILY!”

“And so is Caramel! You said that yourself, remember?”

…

… “AJ, it--”

“Ah know! Ah know what Ah said, and… and Ah did mean that. Cara, you know Ah meant that, right?”

“Yeah, of course, Applejack.”

“Ah just… Ah guess it was just a bit easier to accept Spike’s escortin’ thing when it was ponies not directly related to me, okay?”

… “Yeah, Ah… Ah suppose Ah can understand that. Ah just don’t think that promise is really necessary no more.”

…

…

“You… You’re really gonna stand there and wait for me to say it, Mac?”

“Eeyup.”

…

…

“Mac, this is REALLY uncomfortable!”

“It’ll only get more uncomfortable if you don’t let me have this.”

“Mac! This is really… Ah mean… URRRGHHHH!!”

…

… “Oh, alright, FINE! If you and Cara wanna be even ‘bout this, then Ah… Ah’ll allow it, alright! You wanna screw him, be my guest! Ya happy?!”

“Eeyup!~”

“Ughhhhh…”

“Uhhhhhh… if you want, Applejack… I could get you a really good discount at my horseshoe stand next time you need an upgrade, alright?”

“Nghhh… Actually, that’ll be mighty kind of ya, thanks. Wait, what the! ARE YA RECORDING ME--”

That was when the tape ended with another distinct click, and the staticy overlay was replaced with the natural silence of the outdoors. Fizzle’s brows were raised in surprise, not expecting for the couple to actually go to such a means for the sake of something like this. Of course, considering how tonight’s sessions were for a good cause, the dragon supposed that was a fair incentive for Mac to undo a Pinkie Promise himself. While Caramel placed the tape recorder back in his pocket, Spike looked absolutely floored as he glanced up at that antsily grinning farmpony.

“You… You actually…”

Before Spike could regain the composure to finish his clarifying question, Mac nodded his head while his eyes narrowed even more. “Eeeeeeyup!~”

Spike looked utterly bewildered for a couple seconds, almost as if he was unsure whether or not this was a really good dream. But after coming to terms with the very welcome truth of the matter, the slutty drake was quick to start grinning just as wide as Big Mac was. “Hole… Lee…”

Mac then reached a hoof back underneath his cape, and pulled out a large burlap coin-purse that looked like it weighed several pounds. Without hesitation, the stallion began to empty out the contents into the Tip jar; Fizzle’s eyes went as wide as his open muzzle as he saw the cascade of golden bits raining into the jar, and rattling loudly when they clinked against the hollow glass interior. Spike’s ears twitched upon hearing what had to have been at least fifty bits from Mac’s donation; however, his eyes were locked solely onto Big Macintosh as his grin widened eagerly, and his skirt grew a very noticeable tent at the front.

“Ohmigosh,” he muttered while smiling ear-to-ear, looking like he just experienced a second Hearth’s Warming. Meanwhile, Mac tossed the now empty bag aside after leaving a big enough tip to completely cover the bottom of the jar. While that donation was more than greatly appreciated, the drake shivered in pure excitement before he said in a quivering voice, “Oh, man… Mac, I’d honestly pay you to suck you off right now~”

Mac looked mighty pleased with such a statement as his grin showed more teeth; however, he still stepped forward as he got closer towards the drake. “Ohhhhh, that won’t be necessary, Spikey Wikey~”

Spike wasn’t even strapped into the stocks yet, but he was already growing antsy while looking the stallion up and down. Meanwhile, Fizzle shuddered with a pleased smile upon seeing how elated his mentor looked; considering how long that drake wanted the burly hunk to plow him senseless, he couldn’t blame Spike one bit for already drooling as his eyes darted down between Mac’s legs. The stallion’s thick, meaty cock was already slipping from his sheath at a steady rate, and was able to be seen past his cloak as it started to slap the underside of his muscular barrel. Spike may have gotten some good views of that cock before when he and Fizzle had fun with the couple, but the drake still looked utterly mesmerized by such a dauntingly delectable helping of hot, Equestrian-grade cockmeat.

Mac stood upward with his forelegs braced on top of Spike’s stocks, which helped to emphasize that monstrous cock that was now standing more openly before the drake’s elated face. With the way that thick, marbled marvel of a stallionhood was hanging lewdly with the occasional twitch of Mac’s arousal, it was kinda shocking that Spike didn’t immediately lunge towards it like a moth to a flame. Meanwhile, Mac only smirked cockily while braced in a good position, and spoke more confidently with assistance from his ghoulish costume. “Soooo… Since Ah gave a mighty generous donation, would’ja mind if Ah made a request for ya?~”

Spike was too enamored from the sight of Mac’s now available cock to really listen to what he had to say, but he still nodded his head antsily before glancing back up at his face. “S-Sure, Mac! Wh… What were you wanting?~”

Big Macintosh’s smirk remained as wide as ever, and he leaned forward while against the stock as he narrowed his eyes on the promiscuous drake. “Well… Since Ah’ve been wantin’ your little ass for while, Ah was hopin’ to ask this before the fundraiser officially began…”

While Mac leered more openly towards the drake, Caramel was quick to throw a bag worth of bits into the jar as well. It wasn’t nearly as much as Mac’s, bit it was enough to catch Fizzle’s attention before the stallion came up to nuzzle the dragon from the side. Meanwhile, Big Mac kept his eyes glued on Spike as he studied that growing blush, and the way the drake’s eyes were pinned down at his erect cock. The drake let out another shaky breath, and showed little resistance as he asked, “Wh… What were you wanting?~”

Since that question was asked in such a genuinely overwhelmed and aroused tone, Mac didn’t try to beat around the bush with his answer. “Ah want first dibs, Spike,” he purred in a low and sultry tone of voice. “Ah wanna have you before anypony else tonight. And Ah want both holes~”

Despite how intimidating Mac’s cock may have looked (especially to Fizzle, who gulped nervously to such a measure), Spike couldn’t have nodded his head quicker if he tried. With the way his smile was practically welded across his dolled-up face, the drake looked absolutely giddy by that measure while squirming with his claws cupped over his tented skirt. “O-Ohhhhhh Gods… Mac, I… Y-You have noooooo idea how much I want that~”

Mac merely chuckled to such an impulsively said statement, and kept his grin as he asked, “So… is that a Yes?~”

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!!~” Spike quickly scurried up towards Mac, his emerald eyes glimmering in anticipation as they peered down at that waiting cock that was hanging lewdly between the stallion’s muscular legs. The drake didn’t even think about strapping himself into the stocks, and instinctively got himself on his knees underneath Mac’s daunting build. A shaky breath escaped his mouth as he got in close to that tantalizing cock, with the heat of Mac’s musk strong enough to feel against his scales when he got less than a foot from it. Even though he fantasized about getting Big Mac’s cock more times than he could count, nothing could’ve prepared Spike for the blissful reality of the moment as he felt the grass beneath his knees, and savored that heady scent of the stallion’s musk wafting into his heightened senses.

Of course, the sound of Mac’s sly chuckling from above was an even better addition to the experience. “Heh heh heh… You’re lookin’ mighty impatient for it, ain’t ‘cha?~” he said in a teasingly cheeky tone of voice. “Well, Ah ain’t even gonna think of stoppin ya~”

“Thankyou!” Spike moaned in a dire tone as he put his claws out, and shuddered hard upon feeling that rigid shaft in his grasp for the first time. Spike may have been a professional when it came to servicing guys, but he looked absolutely enamored by that meaty stallionhood by the way his eyes became half-lidded in ecstasy. While he held onto that formerly forbidden cock with both claws, the drake couldn’t resist pressing his snout in hard against that sweaty shaft to get a proper whiff of Mac’s titillatingly masculine scent. The overbearing bitterness of the pony’s musk made Spine moan out like a mare in heat, and all that makeup on his face did very little to mask how hard he was blushing in pure contentment. Without even pausing to get his bearings straight, Spike instantly opened his mouth wide as he closed his eyes, and began to drag his tongue up Mac’s shaft to taste him for the first time.

Fizzle may have had Caramel brushing up against him promiscuously, but his eyes were glued onto his mentor’s blissful expression while moaning from the strong flavor of Mac’s cock. Given how he had the pleasure of servicing Mac before Spike had, he couldn’t blame the slutty drake at all for looking so turned-on from the very first taste. Of course, given how small Spike was in comparison to himself (and especially compared to that rigid stallionhood), the sight of that dolled-up drake trying to tend to a cock almost two-thirds his size made Fizzle shiver with a blushed look of envy. Of course, the only indication the cheerleader could give to that feeling was the heavy blush spreading across his face, and the way his skirt was tenting upward between his legs.

“Mmmmmm… C’mon, Fizzle~” purred Caramel as he got up close to the dragon’s ear and grinned sultrily. “You can watch those two from the stocks~”

Even though the sight of Spike tasting that meaty cock was hard to look away from, Fizzle shivered needily as he complied to Caramel’s request. Fortunately for him, the stallion’s assurance proved to be right as he got himself in place. While Caramel helped strap Fizzle’s wrists into the holes of the stock and lock him securely, the dragon moaned through a bit lip as he got a prime view of his mentor indulging with that cock with such a deep sense of rapture. By the time Spike had finished licking most of that veiny shaft, and worked his mouth down towards that crowned cockhead, the little drake couldn’t have looked more in his element if he tried.

“Mnnnghhh!!~” Mac’s face scrunched inward as he tensed up against the stock he was leaned against, and his hind-legs buckled from the tantalizing feeling of Spike’s mouth slathering all over the tip of his cock. The little drake was moaning lewdly as he coiled his reptilian tongue several times around the head, ensuring that every drop of Mac’s potent precum wouldn’t go to waste. He may have tasted a ridiculous number of cocks over the past couple months, but Spike couldn’t recall many with as strong of a heady flavor as Big Macintosh’s. Without even thinking, one of Spike’s claws pulled away from that thick shaft to pull up the front of his mini-skirt, and yank his little cock out from his panties to stroke impulsively. By the time Fizzle was fully braced in his bindings and ready for Caramel, Spike’s lips were wrapped around Mac’s cockhead tightly enough to make the red stallion spasm with a randy groan of pleasure.

“Gnnnahhhh!!~” Mac’s hooves were gripping the wood of Spike’s stock tightly enough to make his forelegs shake. However, the strain of arousal he was experience did very little to cover how gratified his shaky smile appeared. While the horny little slut used one claw to stroke his own member, and his other to pump Mac’s meaty shaft while he sucked on the tip, his ears twitched upon hearing Big Mac’s quivering voice. “Unnnffff!!~ Sp-Spike, you… You better not stop--Annnnghhh~ Oh, buck yeah…”

Spike may have wanted every drop of the stallion’s undoubtedly hefty load inside of his other end for a proper breeding, but he couldn’t deny such a dire-sounding request after such a long wait. He could feel multiple random spurts of Mac’s pre hit the back of his throat, and his moans came out deeply muffled as he tried to swallow each load while continuing to suck that monstrous head. Each delicate stroke of his claw across that smooth and rigid flesh was accompanied with a strong pulsation, indicating that he was working just as well as his costume would implicate. He wasn’t able to get a good look at Mac’s balls from the position he was in (not to mention how much of his backside was covered by that heavy cloak draped over him), but he could sense just how badly those two plump, virile orbs were trying to pull upward while hanging low between his legs.

Meanwhile, Caramel huffed with a smirk as he got up close behind Fizzle’s presented stance. The dragon trembled with a bit lip as he felt the stallion’s hot breath hit the underside of his tail, and could only imagine how close that muzzle was from his puckering hole. Even though the sight of that pink and petite entrance made Cara shudder in delight, he couldn’t help asking his coltfriend coyly, “Geeze, Mac~ I wouldn’t have thought you’d use your first load for a blowjob~”

“Ahhhhh!!~” Mac’s head lurched downward with another strong moan. His hips bucked sporadically from Spike’s mouthwork, but the only response the drake gave was a gurgled grunt as he continued with his work. Given how eagerly he was sucking that cockmeat, it was doubtful Spike had the same complaints Caramel did. By that point, several smears of Spike’s lipstick could be seen draped across the sides of Mac’s cockhead, as well as faint kiss-marks along the length of his shaft. But despite how much the slut was dirtying his cock with makeup, Mac didn’t sound the least bit upset as he growled in response, “Ah… Ah ain’t gonna waste my first load in his ass!~ Ah… Ah’ve waited long enough, and Ah’m wanna make my first fuck count!~”

Spike’s mascaraed eyes widened sharply, and his heart shot up to his throat as he realized what Mac was planning. Given how quickly most stallions shot their load the first time, Spike knew for a fact that the second one was usually the longest. And considering how dauntingly big Mac’s cock felt around his claws, he could only imagine the amount of damage that stallionhood could leave his hole by the time other stallions showed up. However, despite knowing the risks that could come from his plan, Spike could only roll his eyes back and blush profusely as he silently accepted such an idea. His claws pumped both of their cocks even harder, and his mind began to swim even deeper into the debauchery of what he was likely to experience very soon. Strangely enough, one of the first thoughts to slip into his mind while driving Mac closer to the edge wasn’t anything visual; instead, all that the slutty drake could think back to was an old Ponish saying he read in one of Twilight’s crusty old books: Hliet Foresettan Pliht.

Or as it’s known in Equestrian, Reward Prefers Risk. For example, the risk of having his hole outstretched by Mac’s cock was nothing compared to the reward of such a long-anticipated climax.

So while Spike continued to get a head-start on that plan going into fruition, Fizzle quickly cried out the instant he experienced his own form of oral stimulation. Caramel closed his eyes as he groaned blissfully, and dragged his tongue across the cheerleader’s clean and puckering tailhole. The taste of the dragon’s backside tasted oddly salty, almost like a mineral deposit; however, the tan pony didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as he bore his muzzle in deeper, and wrapped his lips around that pucker to keep licking. Fizzle gasped a couple times back-to-back while spasming in his bindings, clearly not expecting his first patron to be a rimmer. But judging by the way his cock twitched repeatedly beneath his skirt, and the way his muzzle hung open as he shivered from that tenacious muscle, it was clear that Fizzle wasn’t against Caramel’s tongue-lashing by any means.

“Ahhhh!!~ Aaaahhhhhh… O-Oh! Oh, Caramel~”

Since he was braced into his stocks tightly, Fizzle fully bent over with his chest on top of the wooden beam as he embraced the start of their little Fundraiser. Neither he nor Spike had any idea how many ponies would actually show up, but he was grateful that both of them were servicing a couple of lustrous stallions as soon as the sun was disappearing over the hillside. Not to mention, the added appeal of Nightmare Night made the raunchy spectacle all the more appealing to any stallions who were to walk in at that moment. With Caramel’s green tunic standing out prominently beside Fizzle’s pink and white cheerleader outfit, and Spike’s slutty attire being seen in full view beneath Big Macintosh’s ghoulish black costume, the entire scene somehow looked more colorful -- which is saying a lot considering how Equestria was composed of technicolor ponies.

“AAAAHHH!!~” Mac gasped sharply as he began to thrust his cock against Spike’s open mouth, not caring about that smearing makeup as he groaned out intensely. “Mnnnghhh!!~ Ah… Ah’m almost there!~”

Spike pulled his lips from that massive cockhead with an audible pop, and moaned out as he pulled his claw out from underneath his skirt. His hips writhed needily from the lack of stimulation on his own end, but his expression looked unbelievably aroused as he took that stallionhood with both claws to start pumping vigorously. While the stallion moaned out even deeper and squirmed from Spike’s long-anticipated treatment, the slutty drake looked up at him with a half-lidded gaze and said dreamily, “Wh… W-Where do you want it, big guy?~ In… In my mouth, or on my face?~”

“Aaaahhhh!!!~” Mac’s eyes clenched shut as he convulsed even harder against that stock, barely able to stand upright as he was brought closer to his first peak of the night. Even though the sight of such a scantily clad and eager dragon between his legs was undoubtedly perfect, the farmpony could barely focus on it as he carried a strained and needy expression. “Ah… Ah wa… A-Ah want ya to swallow it!~”

While Fizzle moaned profusely in his bondage, Caramel pulled his tongue from the dragon’s tailhole to say with a smirked huff, “Typical~” He then quickly lunged back in, eliciting another shrill cry from Fizzle without any objection.

Meanwhile, Spike instantly complied to such a lovely request, and quickly shoved his mouth back over that meaty crown as best as he could. Mac’s cock may have been too big to actually suck with his little mouth, but the drake was nothing short of diligent as he stroked that monstrous length with both his claws at the same time. His eyes clenched shut, and he took a deep breath of that strong musk through his nostrils in anticipation for Mac’s creamy load. Fortunately for Spike, that breath was taken just in the nick of time as he felt that shaft throb intensely, and heard that overbearing moan from up above. “Aaaahhhh!! AAAAHHH!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!~”

Fizzle may have been whimpering in titillation by Caramel’s rimming, but his eyes tried to strain open as he witnessed the other stallion’s climax. Despite how quickly Big Mac’s first orgasm may have arrived, Spike wasn’t one to complain as he felt that final surging pulsation of the stallion’s shaft around his eager claws. Mac’s hips thrusted in hard against the little drake’s mouth, and a surge of hot cum struck the back of his throat like a tidal wave. The strong bitter flavor of Big Macintosh’s cum, combined with the syrupy-thick consistency, caused Spike’s eyes to clench tightly shut as he groaned from the sheer volume that practically exploded inside of his mouth. Fortunately for both him and Mac, the intensity of the stallion’s first cumshot wasn’t enough to quell the fire of desire burning within the slutty drake; not did it keep his heart from racing steadily as he immediately began to swallow every mouthful he could.

“Gnnaaaahhhh!!~” Mac kept straining hard as he bucked his hips a couple more times against Spike’s face, savoring the feeling of those slutty lips suckling his cockhead and helping to drain his hefty balls of his seed. Each time his balls rode upward to help accentuate his much-needed release, it delivered another volley of his hot, thick cum directly into Spike’s mouth to be swallowed as promised. Fizzle was barely able to focus on the two while Caramel’s tongue plunged deeper into his tailhole, but it felt like Big Mac’s orgasm lasted for at least a minute or so with the aid of his mentor’s mouth and claws. The pulsations of the stallion’s shaft could be seen between Spike’s twitching claws, pumping his potent load directly to where it belonged for so long. By the time Mac finally looked finished, albeit while sighing heavily and shivering from the intensity, the slut was holding onto that cock for dear life while taking multiple heavy gulps.

Spike had no idea how long he spent underneath that studly stallion while dressed like a hooker, but he felt like each second was well-earned from how loudly Mac moaned throughout the entirety of his work. Finally experiencing the taste of Big Mac’s cum made his heart flutter in elation as he tried not to whimper between swallows, and his little cock throbbed hard beneath his skirt from the sensations creeping up his spine. Each swallow of that stallion’s uniquely wonderful cum came at a steady rate, with the drake’s throat seen repeatedly convulsing from the constant bulges that traveled downward. But despite how hard the drake tried to swallow every drop, a couple thick rivulets of Mac’s cum still seeped out from the corners of his mouth while his cheeks were puffed out. Of course, given how suggestive the rest of his costume looked, Spike was sure the addition of Mac’s secretions only helped to make him look sexier for any guys who came next~

By the time he was finally able to swallow as much as he could in his mouth, his expression looked joyously content when he finally pulled his lips away from Mac’s twitching cockhead. Several strings of Spike’s saliva combined with the stallion’s cum clung between them, while the drake’s emerald eyes opened halfway to stare dreamily at that lovely prize. He sighed blissfully before licking his lips with his reptilian tongue, with the taste of Mac’s last couple drops making him shudder like nothing else. He knew that Mac was likely going to be the first of many, many cocks to come that night, but the dragon couldn’t help taking a moment to appreciate just how tantalizing the farmpony really was after so long. Without even thinking, Spike closed his eyes before leaning in, and giving that glistening cockhead a sweet little kiss as thanks; when he pulled away, a notable imprint of his lipstick could be seen right on top of it as proof of his accomplishment.

By the time the drake was finished with his oral, Caramel had finished his rimjob intensely enough to make Fizzle slumped over his stock with a shaky groan and a notable trembling of his knees. Of course, the tan stallion kept his eyes on the other dragon as he noticed how he looked, which made him chuckle sultrily and say, “Heh~ I know, right? I was just like that the first time I sucked Mac’s cock. You’re a really lucky drake~”

Spike exhaled deeply once more as he nodded his head, needing a moment before he turned back towards Caramel with a blushed smile. The dragon’s makeup was notably smeared in a few places, but he still looked lustrous enough to make Caramel grin in slight envy of his coltfriend. Meanwhile, Spike replied to the stallion’s statement with a genuine tone of voice. “Don’t sell yourself short there, Cara. It’s obvious that you’re the lucky one here~ Ain’t that right, Big Mac?~”

Mac was hunched low over Spike’s stock, with his muzzle almost touching the grass on the other side. But despite how drained he may have looked (both emotionally and literally), he still looked back at Caramel to nod his head and smile weakly. “Eee…. E-Eeyup~”

“Daaawwwww~” Caramel looked rather touched by Spike and Mac’s sentiments, and smiled warmly while still behind Fizzle’s presented stance. Since the dragon was now properly lubed-up by his saliva, Caramel didn’t want for Fizzle to settle down before hopping on top of his back. Fizzle gasped as he pulled his head back up, but didn’t try to resist Caramel mounting him while he was in his stocks. Instead, the dragon only quivered with a strained smile while hearing Caramel say, “So, Mackie~ You wanna get Spike bound up so we can fuck them together?~”

Big Macintosh’s face lit up rather quickly, and he nodded just as hard as Spike did beneath him. “Oh, you better believe it, Sugar~” Fortunately for Mac, Spike was just as spry as he was as he pulled himself up from his knees. By the time Big Macintosh got himself back on his hooves and was able to stand securely, he saw Spike opening up the stock to get his wrists in place.

“Alright, I’m ready~” the drake piped excitedly as he smiled wide up at Mac in anticipation. While his thick tail wagged back and forth from underneath his skirt, Spike made sure to add with a motion of his head, “The lube is right by the stool, so go nuts!~”

“Ohhhhh, you know Ah will~” purred Mac as he closed the stocks over Spike’s wrists, and made sure he was comfortable before locking it shut. Despite having just came a minute or two ago, Mac’s cock was still hanging half-flaccid as it swung between his legs with each step he took. Spike bit his lip with an eager grin upon seeing that, only able to imagine how much he’ll be stretched out by that meaty gift of the Goddesses. Even though he could hear Fizzle’s startled groans from behind, Spike’s eyes never looked away from that hunky farmpony as he went to get the jar of lube meant for both of the dragons.

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Fizzle squirmed with a shamefully wide grin as he reeled his head back, and arched his back from Caramel getting prepped already. The stallion may have not been nearly as hung as Mac was, but Caramel’s cock was still thick and rigid enough to make the dragon moan as the underside of the shaft rubbed up hard against his slickened hole. Meanwhile, Caramel grinned through gritted teeth as he slowly teased that hole with his stallionhood, letting the thick sheen of spit he left on Fizzle’s scales smear against his cock to get it lubed and ready. The slutty cheerleader may have wanted to moan out for that pony to penetrate him already, but he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the appeal of being thrusted into such a submissive position like his mentor was. “Ohhhhhh… Oh, mmmmphhhhh~”

“Mmmmm… You like that, Fizzle?~” Despite wearing such an unintimidating costume for Nightmare Night, Caramel felt particularly confident in his tunic while mounting the dragon beneath him. He struck one of Fizzle’s cheeks hard with his hoof, which made the cheerleader shriek girlishly and shudder within the stock’s tight grasp. Of course, Fizzle quickly moaned after that initial yelp before hearing Caramel add, “Yeah, that’s what I thought, you little slut~”

Fizzle blushed hard with a prideful smile as he groaned hard, and shivered in delight at being called that. He may have known he was just as much of a slut as Spike for a while, but it was still satisfying for him to know that others saw him in such a way as well. While his draconic cock throbbed hard enough to leave a little stain of precum underneath his skirt, the dragon moaned out in bliss, “Ohhhhhh… Oh, yeaaaahhhh~”

Upon hearing such a sincerely grateful reaction to Caramel’s teasing, Big Mac couldn’t help huffing with a smirk as he walked back towards Spike with the lube. “Heh~ Ah think he likes bein’ called that as much as you do, Spikey~”

Spike may have been bound into the stocks rather securely, but he could still shrug his shoulders while he stood in a presented stance with his tail lifted high. “Hey, what did you expect? He did come to me to learn how to be a slut. It’s nice to receive that kind of confirmation sometimes, you know?~”

All that Mac could reply with was a quick “Fair enough,” and a shrug of his own, before he reached in with both hooves and yanked down Spike’s panties to his high heels. The drake groaned with a content shudder as he gritted his teeth, and exhaled shakily to the fact that Mac was staring right at his ready tailhole. He heard Big Mac let out a soft chuckle upon noting Spike’s readiness, and waited a second before saying kindly, “Well, Ah suppose Ah can’t blame him for wantin’ the best slut there is to show him the ropes~”

Spike smiled wide to such a ‘compliment,’ and nodded back at him confidently. “Absolutely~”

Just as Mac uncapped that jar, and began to smear some of the clearish-yellow gelatin on his cock with a hoof, Spike and Fizzle’s focuses were interrupted when they heard a couple hoofsteps near the entrance. The two were able to see a few stallions coming up through the line of metal gates, all of whom dressed up in lavish costumes in the spirit of Nightmare Night. Spike beamed at the sight, and shuddered in anticipation as he said with an eager purr, “Mnnnnghhhh… It seems like the kids in town aren’t the only ones getting a good treat tonight~”

Author's Note

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