Chronicles of a Sluttified Spike

“Urrrrgghhhhhh…”

Even with a fresh cup of coffee beside her desk, Twilight couldn’t focus on her research reports while hearing Spike downstairs washing the dishes. Granted, it wasn’t the noises of clanking pots and the scrubbing sponge that was putting her on edge. No, it was the fact that this was Spike’s final chore for the day. After this, Twilight wouldn’t be able to keep him in the house if he didn’t want to, and she knew he was going to leave and do… whatever he was planning to do.

Twilight tried her hardest to talk with Spike about changing his mindset, but that drake was just as stubborn as Applejack was about her farming methods. She hoped that his meetings with the therapist would shed some light on Spike’s debaucherous aspirations, but that ended up being a dead-end due to Spike being confirmed totally healthy. And even after requesting that Celestia talk with Spike about stopping his endeavors, the response she received was simply a letter saying she should respect Spike’s decisions as an adult. The Princess also added a stern warning in the letter that Twilight should stop bombarding him with extra chores, and purposely messing up the library to make him clean things up.

Even though she knew that her mentor was right, and even apologized to Spike for it, Twilight still couldn’t get over her adoptive brother/son/best friend acting so... different after meeting those dragons. Instead of the childish, innocent drake she raised and cared for, Twilight was dealing with someone who… well, technically he was the same dragon for the most part. The only difference now was that he was also a complete nymphomaniac.

Twilight couldn’t stop thinking that there was something wrong with her assistant, despite all her tests and results saying he was fine. She may have loved Spike more than anything, but the idea of him having such a lewd mindset was enough to make her get migraines from all the stress. Of course, the fact that most of her friends were on Spike’s side didn’t help matters at all. While it wasn’t necessarily betrayal, she still hated that the other girls didn’t think Spike wanting to be so promiscuous was that upsetting.

Rainbow Dash already promised Spike she wouldn’t judge him if his test results were good, and due to the pegasus’ notorious loyalty, Twilight couldn’t blame her for keeping her word. Applejack turned out to be somewhat alright with it too, mostly because her cousin Braeburn was Apploosa’s town bicycle, and she was able to tolerate that for the most part (despite some awkward family reunions); although, she did make Spike Pinkie-Promise he wouldn’t try to go after her brother. Rarity actually did almost as much research as Twilight after hearing Spike’s plans, but she focused more on the sexual aspects to help her understand the drake’s viewpoint; she was still a little uncomfortable with the idea, but she apologized to Spike and said that he had her respect. Fluttershy was downright shocked, but she stayed more neutral than anything else since she didn’t want to upset anybody. And the day after Spike’s mental health results were confirmed healthy, Pinkie Pie made him a box of cream-filled doughnuts with purple and green frosting and a white drizzle; if Twilight wasn’t around the Cake twins when she saw that present, she would’ve considered punching her friend in the face.

The only hope that Twilight had was that Celestia agreed to arrange a meeting with Spike sometime soon, although the Princess needed some time to squeeze the dragon into her busy schedule. So for now, all that Twilight could do was sit idly by and do nothing while Spike finished the dishes. As soon as she heard the last clawful of silverware drop into the drying rack, Spike called out from downstairs, “Alright, I’m done with my chores, Twi! I’ll see you later tonight!”

Twilight wanted to rush out and try to stop him, but she didn’t want to disappoint Celestia by tipping over a bookcase for Spike to clean up again. So after sighing heavily, Twilight called out, “A-Alright, Spike! Just don’t be out all night. And please be safe!”

Spike responded cheekily, “I have claws and fire breath! Hello?”

Twilight groaned annoyedly, but also knew that those features actually would be good for self-defense. So instead of keeping herself in such an uneasy mood, the unicorn decided to get up from her seat and exit the bedroom. As she reached the balcony of the second floor, she saw that Spike was just about to leave the door. “Wait, Spike?”

The drake paused and looked up at her while a backpack hung from his back. Even though a million ideas and questions were rushing through her head (particularly what Spike had in that pack), the mare paused for a few seconds before sighing. Despite her growing tension, Twilight decided to let it pass and say in a sincere voice, “Just… just know that I love you, alright?”

Happy that she didn’t try to tip over another bookcase, Spike smiled back at her gratefully. “I love you too Twi. And don’t worry, I’ll be back before morning.”

And with that, Twilight watched with a skewed smile as her assistant left the library to do Celestia-knows-what. Since the sun was coming down outside, Owlicious began to awaken from up in the rafters. By the time the unicorn silently went back to her desk to continue her work, the owl flew down to sit on the perch next to her chair. After looking around to make sure only Owlicious was present, Twilight floated out a flask from underneath her desk to add to her coffee. She made sure to give her nighttime assistant a small shush with a hoof over her lips, not wanting her daytime assistant to know.

As the sun set behind him, Spike was looking downright giddy while walking the near empty streets of Ponyville. It’s only been a week since his final visit to Doctor Time Turner, but he was happy to hear that the stallion didn’t chicken out on his end of the deal. Even though he didn’t tell every stallion he knew about Spike being open for business, he did help to spread some rumors that got to a few interested ears. From what the Doctor told him during a brief visit to the library, he admitted apprehensively that he mentioned the drake’s ‘maturing mindset and libido’ to a few of his clients dealing with relationship and intimacy issues; even though Turner couldn’t give a specific number as to how many stallions he chatted with, Spike had a feeling that it was more than the Doctor was letting on.

The last time he went with Twilight through town to get groceries, Spike noticed a few stallions staring at him briefly while walking through the market. He wanted to make sure it wasn’t just coincidence, but Twilight kept him from buying any popsicles or lollypops. So now, after an arduous week of arguing with that prudish unicorn and completing all of his chores, the drake really needed a night to indulge. And as luck would have it, Time Turner was able to help Spike by spreading another rumor just for tonight.

The dragon walked past the clock tower, seeing that it was a quarter to eight; and considering how the public park was only five minutes away, Spike was happy to know he had more than enough time to prepare. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like many ponies noticed him when he arrived at the park, nor when he went towards the public restroom near the far end. Without a single pony in sight, Spike snuck inside the men’s room to make sure it was clear. Luckily, the bathroom was just as empty as it was clean, obviously visited not too long ago by maintenance.

After looking around outside once more, Spike grinned devilishly and pulled the first item from his backpack: An authentic-looking ‘Out Of Order’ sign. He hung it on the front of the door before returning inside, hoping that it would keep any non-interested ponies from stumbling in to see what’s going to happen. As his smile grew, the drake pulled out a few more of his necessary items from his pack to prepare himself:

A bundle of rope, several black markers, some lipstick, a blindfold, a large jar of lube, and a ball-gag (courtesy of Rarity as a small gift to show she respected his decisions).

He also had a few other items in his backpack for afterward, including some cleaning supplies in case anypony made a mess. He may have been a slut, but he wasn’t going to force others to clean up after him. After making sure he had everything ready, Spike picked up the surprisingly cheap lipstick from his pack to make a quick, easy to clean marker over his spot. The drake made a quick look-around to see where that spot would be, and decided on the most open area of the restroom: the line of urinals along the wall.

Since they were all cleaned and unused shortly before he came in here, Spike wasn’t too grossed out when he climbed on top of the middle urinal and wrote the words ‘FREE SLUT FOR USE’ on the tiled wall above it. He also drew a large arrow pointing downward, just to add an extra bit of emphasis that made him giggle. After wiping down the porcelain with a rag and some cleaner, Spike placed them back in his pack and put it out of sight. He heard the door open just before he could grab his other items, and turned to see the Doctor himself enter the restroom.

“Oh, hey Doctor Turner!” chirped Spike happily as he looked past the stallion. “Sooo… is it just you right now?”

“Well, yes,” admitted the pony in a bashful voice. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly with a hoof. “B-But, I did tell as many of the stallions as I could that this place would be open to visit by eight, even with that sign out…”

Time Turner’s words trailed off as he looked over at the urinal stalls and saw the sign Spike made in lipstick. “Are… are you seriously going to use a bloody urinal for this?”

“Why not?” asked Spike with a shrug. “I just cleaned it, and it’s not like I’m wanting to be anonymous about this. I’d rather do it in an open place instead of a single stall through a hole. Besides, they’re at perfect level for a guy’s cock!”

“I… suppose you have a point there…” Breathing out with a hesitant huff, the stallion glanced back at Spike and asked, “So… what was it that you asked me to come here early for?”

“Well, I need somebody to tie me up~” Spike tossed Turner the rope before going to climb on the lid of the porcelain. He got himself as comfortable as he could while seated in front of the urinal, making sure his ass was sticking out at perfect level for any guy who entered after Turner. Spike then looked back while lifting his arms up to where the pipe and knob were. “So… yeah, I kinda need help with this.”

“O-Oh! Ummm, alright…” Time Turner seemed nervous about helping his former client with something so debaucherous, but he couldn’t necessarily complain after rutting the drake just a week ago. So instead of trying to keep a moral high-ground, the blushed stallion complied with Spike’s wishes and went to tie his arms to the pipe. Despite having hooves instead of claws, Turner did an impressive job with binding the drake’s wrists to the pipe with no give whatsoever. “Uhh, is it too tight?”

“No, I’m good,” said Spike cheerfully before blushing. “But, ummm… could you also tie my tail up too? I don’t want it getting in the way.”

Turner bit his lip, but still complied while holding the remainder of the rope. Fortunately, the drake’s slick scales were rigid enough to keep the rope’s grip while tied to the middle of Spike’s tail. The Doctor pulled up the remaining rope around the pipe and tied it securely, keeping Spike’s tail lifted up and leaving him completely exposed for anyone to see. After making a few strong squirms to test its strength, the dragon shuddered with an eager smile as he realized how tightly he was restrained. “Oh, man… this is gonna be interesting~”

“I bet it is,” agreed Time Turner as he glanced over at the door. “So, is there anything else you need? Because I have dinner plans at eight.”

“Oh, you do?” asked Spike in surprise. “Alright then, just put the gag and blindfold on me and I’ll be good. Thanks.”

Turner nodded, and quickly went to get Spike’s remaining items. However, after the blindfold was wrapped over his eyes by the pony, the drake blurted before the gag was over his mouth, “Wait! I…”

“Yes?” asked the Doctor with a hint of concern. “Is something wrong?”

“N-No, not really. B-But, ummm…” With a nervous bite of his lip, Spike blushed a little deeper as he said, “Before you go, you could… w-write something on me with those markers if you want…”

Turner paused and looked over at the markers Spike placed in top of the urinal. “Ummm… like what?”

Spike’s nervous grin widened before answering, “... s-surprise me~”

After looking back at his watch, Time Turner shrugged and quickly gagged the dragon. “Well, okay then…” He snapped the strap of the ball gag to the back of Spike’s head, and then uncapped one of the markers to write on Spike’s exposed and waiting rear. The drake could feel the soft tip of that pen brush over his scales, making him naughtily wonder just how ‘permanent’ those permanent markers really were. Of course, he made sure to scratch that detail off the pens beforehand, just so ponies wouldn’t be too shy to use them on him~

After adding his contribution to the drake, which was just a line near the top of one cheek and the words ‘Loads Taken’ written above it, Turner recapped the pen and placed it back where it was. “Well, I really need to get going now…” As he went towards the door, he paused for a second and looked back at the bound, gagged, soon-to-be cumdump in wait. Hoping to help the drake not get in any trouble, he quickly went back to pick up the lipstick and add in addition under his Free Use sign, ‘(Don’t Worry, I’m Above Age)’. Satisfied with that addition, he put the lipstick down and asked, “Is there anything else you need?”

Spike firmly shook his head, eager to get used already. “Nuh. Uhm fuh.”

“O-Okay then,” said the stallion while making his leave. “Well, good luck! I’ll be back at midnight like I promised!”

After nodding thankfully, Spike heard the door open and close as he was left alone in the restroom. Feeling the tight bindings around his wrists and tail, Spike shuddered as he realized how helpless he really was right now. At any moment, some random stallion could come inside and see Spike tied up against the urinal while advertised as a waiting cum dumpster. Even though there was always the risk of somepony entering and freaking out at the sight, that worry just made the drake’s heart race even more in guilty exhilaration. Fortunately, he hoped that the sign out front, along with Turner telling some select stallions about his predicament, would be enough to ensure his night wouldn’t be interrupted.

Spike had no idea how long he was bound up before hearing something, but his cock twitched in eager wait while hearing a couple guys’ voices outside.

“... Wait, is this supposed to be it?”

“Doctor Turner said this was the place. Didn’t he mention there was a sign to you?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting an Out of Order one. Do we still go in?”

“Only one way to find out…”

Spike shuddered in anticipation as he heard the bathroom door open, having no idea who it was that’d see him like this. His ears twitched at the clopping of hooves against the tiled floor, followed by one of the stallions shouting out, “HOLY SHIT!”

Thunderlane, despite being told about a “certain unnamed dragon willing to offer relief services” from his therapist during his session the other day, had to do a double-take at the sight of Spike tied up with his ass completely exposed. He blinked a couple times before glancing back at Caramel, who looked just as shocked at seeing the drake’s willing predicament. “Is… is this for real?” murmured the grey pegasus towards his friend.

“Mmmhmm~” muffled Spike from the urinal, who made sure to give a teasing butt-wiggle to whomever was looking at him in this state. He heard one of the stallion’s hooves clop a little closer towards him, making his heart flutter at the thought of someone staring at him in such a helpless and depraved position. He also heard the other voice whisper back at the first, “Wait, what are you doing?! That’s Spike, isn’t it?!”

“So?” asked Thunderlane with a smirk back at Caramel. “It’s not like he’s doing this against his will, is he?”

Spike shook his head firmly. “Nnn-Nnn~”

Despite that response from the drake, Caramel felt really apprehensive about bucking someone he knew personally. Especially someone who his boyfriend played O&O with. But for Thunderlane, his smirk only widened as he saw how prepped and ready the slut really was. “Wow…” He carefully placed one of his hooves on Spike’s back to feel his scales, which caused the dragon to let out a weak, muffled moan. Thunderlane’s blush deepened when he saw Spike push his rear out a little more, his hole puckering in need of something to penetrate it.

While Caramel looked away and rubbed one of his forelegs awkwardly, Thunderlane bit his lip as he stared down at Spike’s willing display. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” said the pegasus with an impressed shake of his head, “but... I’ve had fantasies of bucking somepony in a position just like this.”

Spike’s ears perked up at hearing that confession, and he smiled wide enough to make him begin to drool through his ballgag. Meanwhile, Thunderlane now had both of his hooves on the drake, rubbing his back and feeling how smooth and slick those scales were. The grey stallion’s cock started to grow out of his sheath as he heard Spike moan out for more, helping to make him feel less hesitant about the thoughts running through his head. The pegasus glanced up at the sign above the urinal, noting the addition Turner wrote before huffing, “Oh man… this is way hotter than it has any right to be…”

Spike could hear Thunderlane’s breathing grow heavier, with puffs of his hot breath hitting the back of his neck. He could also feel the warmth of the stallion’s body while so close to his backside, especially near his tail while Thunderlane’s cock grew harder by the second. The drake couldn’t see the lustrous grin that was growing across the pegasus’ face, but he could tell the guy was getting wound-up by the tone of his growling voice.

“I hope you like sloppy seconds,” said Thunderlane while looking back at his timid friend, “Because I really want first dibs on this ass~”

Spike shuddered giddily and moaned through his gag. Meanwhile, Caramel just stood awkwardly by the opposite wall with a conflicted look on his face. Even though he was recommended to come out here by his therapist and his boyfriend (stated as a means to overcome his fear of monotony in a monogamous relationship), this was definitely one of the last things he expected to see. However, that didn’t change the fact that despite his mixed thoughts, seeing his friend lube up his now fully erect cock behind a presented dragon (who he could’ve sworn was underaged) was making his own member start to slip from its sheathe. Regardless of how awkward it felt, the tan stallion stood idly by with a bit lip while watching Thunderlane mount the dragon at the urinal.

“Mmmmph!” groaned Spike with an elated blush across his cheeks. He hasn’t even gotten his first penetration yet, and his draconic cock was already throbbing when he felt that muscular stallion lift himself up and press his barrel against the drake’s back. His hole was completely unobstructed while waiting, puckering in need before the pegasus’ cockhead pressed up against it. Thunderlane closed his eyes and tried to focus with his lips pursed shut, knowing that it’d be tricky to line up his thick stallionhood against such a small, undoubtedly tight hole.

The drake’s eyes were half-lidded behind his blindfold while bound in position, wanting nothing more than for that rigid, meaty cock to fill him up completely. The head of that stallionhood felt just as thick as Time Turner did, but he could tell it was someone different by the unique, slightly spicy musk that the pegasus was giving off. Even though part of him wished he knew who it was, Spike’s heart raced at the thought of not knowing who was going to use him like a cumrag. A hundred guys could come in to pound at his needy hole without him knowing a single face or name, but every single one of those stallions would know it was Spike who drained their balls and loved it.

“Hnnnngh!” Thunderlane gritted his teeth as he pushed the head of his horsecock against Spike’s hole, forcing that tight ring of flesh to begin stretching open. Fortunately, the drake’s recent session with Time Turner made it so his entrance was a little easier to stretch out than before. Of course, the pegasus still felt more than a little resistance as the thick crown of his head crammed its way through. Spike’s wrists struggled hard against the bindings, but were luckily tight enough to restrain him as he moaned out from the cockhead going in with a wet, heavy pop.

Thunderlane shuddered from the sheer tightness of the drake’s hole gripping his flared head. “Mmmmmghhh~” He paused briefly to breathe out and look down at Spike with an impressed grin. “D-Damn, dude! You… you’re a bucking trooper, aren’t you?”

Spike giggled a little between moans through his gag, happy to hear that kind of compliment from his first stallion. He nodded his head and let out a sultry “Mmhmm~” while relaxing his muscles to take in the rest of that large, throbbing cock.

Caramel, who was now leaned against the back wall on his hind legs, was blushed profusely with one of his hooves stroking at his own member in shameful arousal of what was transpiring. He bit down on his other hoof while watching Thunderlane readjust his footing behind the waiting drake. The tan stallion’s eyes were half-lidded and strained as he teased his cock, but he couldn’t look away from the look on Thunderlane’s grinning face when he said, “Man, I hope you’re not gonna be this tight the next time I rut ya~”

“Mmm… Mehh Nethuh~” muffled Spike in anticipation, his claws gripping the ropes as tightly as he could. That brief pause before Thunderlane began pushing in was only a second or two, but it felt like an eternity to the slutty dragon before he moaned out from that thick, hot cock sliding inside of him inch by inch. The sounds of Spike’s muffled moans and Thunderlane’s strained grunts echoed sharply in the restroom, helping to mask the whimpers and slapping noises coming from Caramel stroking his cock. Due to Thunderlane’s much-needed lubrication, he was able to slide his horsecock deep inside the drake’s depths with much less resistance than Doctor Turner had.

Spike shuddered at the feel of so much of that length filling his body at once. His ballgag slobbered in drool from how long his mouth hung open while moaning out in hungry need. When Thunderlane finally got himself in up to the medial ridge, he was already feeling close from how tight and warm the drake felt wrapped around his cock. Of course, it was hard to think of finishing too soon when the bound and gagged dragon looked way too irresistible. The stallion could feel every anxious shudder from Spike’s body reverberating through his cock, and he could only imagine how much more intense it was going to be as he started to pull back.

Caramel’s face was a deep red while watching the spectacle and panting heavily. He watched his friend make that first hard, heated thrust into the dragon, and he bit down on his hoof hard enough to risk drawing blood when he heard Spike’s deep, slutty moan of approval. His eyes darted between the strong, muscular legs of Thunderlane’s as they strained during those first beginning thrusts, and the blindfolded and gagged drake’s face who was drooling and heavily blushed from feeling that cock ram into his body so powerfully. As he heard Spike’s moans grow louder from Thunderlane repeating his motions over and over, the tan stallion was a little unsure which guy he was more jealous of.

Thunderlane was starting to pant through his nostrils like an enraged bull, his teeth gritted while grunting during each strong thrust into Spike’s tight and hungry hole. Even as he started pounding into the drake harder, all he heard in response were heavy, loving moans underneath him. He pinned his hooves against the wall while strengthening his stance, making him able to thrust at an even faster rate to turn those deep moans into eager squeals. He wasn’t sure how much the little dragon could actually take, but he couldn’t care about limits too much when Spike’s hole clenched around his stallionhood tighter than any fleshlight he ever owned (and subsequently broke).

After months spent unable to get any real pleasure due to his intense physical prowess, being able to rut someone who was able to take his eager thrusts made the pegasus moan out in sweet relief. Meanwhile, Caramel wasn’t sure how long he was going to last while watching Spike get intensely railed by his friend; he knew it’d be a waste to just finish right now without doing anything, but it was hard to just watch the action without letting go of his throbbing, leaking cock. Of course, due to focusing solely on how hard that drake was getting pounded by the panting Thunderlane, Caramel almost didn’t hear when the door opened.

“Dude, I’m sorry I got us late!” said the light blue stallion with a shaggy, darker blue mane while looking back at the open doorway. “I had to make sure my instrument case was locked.”

The stallion, who Caramel knew as Noteworthy, quickly froze and stood with a dropped jaw when he stepped into the bathroom first. While he stared in stunned silence at Thunderlane bucking the bound and obviously willing drake, the stallion barely registered the unicorn who walked in after him. “Seriously, I really doubt anypony would steal yo--WHOA!!” The second stallion, who had a deep powder-blue coat and a puffy silver mane, looked just as surprised at the reveal of Turner’s rumored slut as Noteworthy did.

Even with the signage above the urinal, as well as the sounds of Spike’s obvious moans of pleasure, the unicorn looked over at Caramel who was struggling to pull his hoof away from his cock. “Wait, is… is he--”

“Sh-Shut up, Pokey,” moaned Caramel while continuing to watch the action in front of him. His breaths were coming out as heavy and rapid as Thunderlane’s, who was leaning forward at the stall and resting his chin on Spike’s back while rutting him. The slapping of his thick, heavy balls against the dragon’s backside were echoing in the room at a steady rate, playing almost like a tempo alongside the other grunts and moans emanating in the restroom. By the time Thunderlane felt himself reach his peak, Noteworthy and Pokey Pierce became silent as they watched with wide eyes and growing blushes.

“Mmmmnggg!! I’m… I’m gonna…” The heated slaps of his balls against Spike’s ass increased tenfold, with the pegasus’ teeth gritted tightly while rutting the drake senseless. Thunderlane’s rapid, primal thrusts in and out of the slut’s hole left Spike squealing through his gag in a mix of shock and pure, unbridled elation. He may have had no idea who was plowing him like an animal in heat, but the drake hoped that this wouldn’t be his only turn tonight. With sweat beading ober bis brow and his face growing redder by the second, Thunderlane didn’t care how many other guys were in the restroom as he felt himself about to burst. With his final few thrusts, he drove his cock in as hard as he could while throwing his head up and groaning out, “Mmmmnnnggg!!! TAKE IT YOU BUCKING WHORE!!!”

With his animalistic energy coming out in one primal burst, the pegasus roared out in sweet release while his cock throbbed deep inside the slutty drake. Every single nerve in his body tingled to make his fur stand on end, electrifying him through each hard pulse of his stallionhood inside of Spike. The others could see how hard the muscles on Thunderlane’s hind-legs spasmed, undoubtedly pumping every drop of his load while he moaned out in immense relief. Even as he reached the end of his climax, Thunderlane’s last couple of thrusts were particularly hard as his voice turned to a weakened creak.

During the majority of Thunderlane’s contribution, Spike cried out through his gag at the feel of that stallion’s flared head throbbing hard inside his body. The drake savored the feel of that vast amount of hot, creamy cum unloading inside of him. The feel of that thick pool of horsecum pouring out was enough for the drake’s own cock to spurt out sporadically, conveniently shooting several ropes into the urinal he was perched against. Of course, the drake knew from the sounds of other stallions in the room that this wouldn’t be the first orgasm he was going to receive tonight.

Thunderlane groaned deeply while coming down from his much-needed orgasm, feeling the last few drops of his seed weakly dribble out inside of the drake. While he stayed buried in Spike, the pegasus almost didn’t notice that two other stallions have entered the bathroom since he started. After a small jolt, Thunderlane looked to see that Noteworthy’s face was more red than it was blue. Pokey Pierce’s bottom lip was bit down hard, with his hind-legs closely together in a weak attempt to hide his physical reaction to such an eagerly finished show.

Before either of them could say or ask anything, Caramel’s voice cried out meagerly, “I… I really need you to pull out!”

Thunderlane looked behind him to see the tan stallion panting like a mare in labor while eyeing the drake with desperate, hungry eyes. He wasn’t stroking himself anymore, but he was still holding his cock tightly as it throbbed like a hose about to burst. “P-Please! I… I’m just about to--”

Despite still being mostly-erect, the pegasus was quick to comply when he saw how close his friend was looking already. As soon as he pulled his entire length out in one motion, leaving his cock sloppily coated in his own milky white seed, it resulted in Spike emitting a shuddered moan in shock while struggling in his bindings. Caramel nearly pushed the pegasus aside to mount the drake himself, acting more on desperation than anything else. Thunderlane and the other stallions all looked rather surprised at seeing such a meek stallion pounce on Spike like a hungry beast, but none of them spoke up either.

Spike let out a surprised, but still very eager moan at feeling the new stallion straddle himself on top of his back. However, that moan quickly turned to a muffled yelp as Caramel’s cockhead rammed against his sloppy hole at nearly full-force. It took less than two seconds of pushing before the pony shoved the crown of his member inside, leaving Spike’s body to shiver from such a forceful entry. In the time it took the dragon to emit a strained, long-lingering groan from the back of his throat, Caramel only needed five good thrusts before he came inside of him as well.

“MmmmmnnnnnNNNGGGGYAAAAAHHH!!!”

Caramel had his eyes tightly shut as he cried out during his pent-up orgasm, his balls slapping against the dragon as he shot rope after rope of his thick and gooey cum inside of Spike’s used hole. The stallion wanted to feel ashamed for doing something so depraved without his boyfriend around, especially with one of his good friends, but his mind felt completely blank while unloading each heavy spurt of his seed into the slutty drake. His horsecock was nearly pouring out while he rode that deep, mind-blowing climax that shook his entire body to the core, with each involuntary thrust being driven by the shaky cries coming from the gagged whore underneath him.

If Spike hadn’t have just came from the first stallion’s load, the second one would’ve made him shoot out like a fountain over the urinal he was perched on. His cock throbbed painfully, despite having nothing left to release. But despite that discomfort, the feeling of so much hot, potent horsecum gushing inside of him made it worth the pain. The dragon moaned out heartily, helping to shadow the strained wheezes escaping from Caramel’s blushed muzzle.

“Sh… Shit, dude,” muttered Thunderlane with a blush heavier than his friend’s. Even though he tried to sound normal, it was hard to hide how turned-on he was from seeing his friend rut Spike so eagerly. “I… I guess you really needed it, huh?”

Noteworthy tried to chuckle weakly, but it only came out as a tiny huff while he stood with a twitching erection slapping his barrel. Pokey Pierce looked equally as anxious, even though he was trying not to show it by biting his lip really hard. The unicorn even had to look away to keep himself from doing anything impulsive when Caramel finally began to pull out.

Thankfully, the second stallion pulled his cock from Spike’s hole at a much slower and more manageable pace. The dragon was able to breathe through his gag, but still shuddered at such a thick member coming out and leaving him empty inside. The tan stallion slumped down on the tiled floor while panting heavily, looking quite spent after such a short amount of bucking. Caramel’s stallionhood was just as messily coated with cum as his friend’s, but there was still enough inside of Spike to start dribbling out of his exposed, stretched-out hole. While little rivulets of the milky white fluid oozed down his scales, Spike’s used entrance puckered in desperate need for something new to fill it.

Noteworthy and Pokey Pierce were temporarily frozen while hearing Spike moan out through his gag for more, undoubtedly not getting enough from just two stallions flooding his body with their loads. But before either of them could decide who would want sloppy thirds, Thunderlane quickly stepped in to reach for something. “Wait a minute! Before I forget…” The pegasus picked up one of the permanent markers and uncapped it. “Let me just add to the tally…”

Spike widened his eyes behind his blindfold after hearing that. He may have had those pens out for added fun, but the idea of tallying his progress never even crossed his mind. The drake let out a deep, elated groan as he felt the pen-tip in Thunderlane’s hoof drag two lines on his left cheek. A naughty smile spread across Spike’s drooling face, which was accompanied by a blush as he felt something else being written on his right cheek too.

Thunderlane smirked in satisfaction after writing the words ‘CUM HERE!’ on the drake’s rear, with a helpful arrow pointing right at his gaped and drooling hole. “Mmmm…” The pegasus may have been spent at the moment, but he narrowed his eyes devilishly as he looked down at Spike’s body with a newfound wave of… artistic potential in his debaucherous mind. “Heh heh heh… I hope there aren’t any places off limits to write on you~”

Spike moaned out especially deep from that statement, and shook his head firmly in response. “Nnn-Nnn!~”

The drake’s enthusiasm was too much for Pokey Pierce to take, who was the first of the two new stallions to go up and get in position. Thunderlane stepped aside politely while the unicorn approached Spike’s backside, and heard the door open just as Pokey went to mount the moaning drake. “Oh, hey guys!” piped the new faces he saw at the door, knowing they were here for the same reason he and others were. “Come on in!”

A dirty smirk was spread across his muzzle by the time the three new stallions got over their shock at seeing Spike and hesitantly entered. After looking back at Spike, who was bracing himself from Pokey prodding his hole with his surprisingly massive length, Thunderlane grabbed the other pens that were placed at the top of the urinal. “Hey guys, catch!” shouted the pegasus while tossing the new gawking stallions the markers. “It might take a while, so feel free to think of something to add to this bitch!~”

Thunderlane then went back to grin at the blushed and currently-penetrated drake, and chuckled evilly before deciding the next place to write on Spike…