Chronicles of a Sluttified Spike

It was almost a quarter to midnight, and the public restroom at the Ponyville Park ended up being the surprise hotspot of the night due to Spike’s enthusiastic beginning as the town’s much-needed relief station. Even though the ‘Out of Order’ sign was still hung over the men’s room door, the rumble of laughter and stallions’ voices could be clearly heard from outside. Inside of the cramped and musky space, there were now a couple dozen stallions either standing in wait, or watching Spike take yet another thick horsecock while tied to the urinal.

The drake heard countless grunts and voices from the turned-on ponies around him, many of whom either chuckling in amusement at his predicament or egging him on to keep going like the whore he was. Due to the thick blindfold covering his eyes, Spike had no idea how long he was tied down while being used; all that he knew was that Time Turner would be back by midnight, although he was unaware how much time he actually had left. The slutty drake felt cock after cock get shoved into his increasingly used hole over the past few hours, making it feel like an eternity of constant use and degradation that made him moan out without any shame. He didn’t know how many stallions actually rutted his poor ass, but he heard the number of voices and laughter in the restroom increase over time since he started. Spike had no idea if all of these stallions were brought here by Doctor Turner, or if the first few went to get their friends to join in. Either way, the drake was absolutely elated that his first real night as a slut in Equestria was such a success.

While gripping the rope tightly in his claws, Spike let out a muffled grunt each time the stallion currently inside his hole rammed his length in; his stomach, which was heavy with all the loads shot into him, was sloshing each time that large stallion thrusted into the drake’s cum-dripping hole. The pony was a bit husky, carrying a brown coat and blonde mane while a camera resided as his cutie mark. But because of the blindfold, all that the slut knew about this stallion was the feel of his thick and sweaty cock pounding his used hole repeatedly. There was an obscene amount of cum inside of him as evidenced by his swollen belly, which was hanging dangerously low to the bottom of the urinal. But to most of the ponies watching him get railed, the most notable feature on Spike’s body (aside from several strands of cum that were splattered on him from impatient ponies) were the dozens of words that were written on his scales with black, permanent marker.

Before going off to find his friends to bring back here, Thunderlane was generous enough to be the first stallion to write on Spike’s body, not knowing it was permanent marker. But despite that hidden detail, the drake still moaned out giddily each time he felt one of those felt tips run across his scales, making him shudder in anticipation from what was being marked on him. Of course, if he had seen how he looked, he probably would’ve been shocked at the level of degradation being written on his small, pudgy body.

Since the tally marks were being drawn and regularly updated on his left cheek, and the words ‘CUM HERE’ were written in a huge font with an arrow towards his hole on his right cheek, ponies had to be creative on where else to tag their moaning cum-dump. Many of the stallions wrote on his back, writing names like ‘Whore,’ ‘Ponyville’s Skank,’ ‘Cock Lover,’ and ‘Willing Cum Dumpster’ all along his purple scales. However, a few decided to decorate the green scales sticking from the middle of his back and head as well; since those were smaller, the biggest words used were things like ‘Slut’ and ‘Cum,’ while the rest ended up with crude drawings of penises or little hearts. His tied-up tail got quite a lot of coverage from the markers, with much longer phrases etched on like ‘Pull my tail anytime for free use!’ and ‘I love being filled with cock!’ that ran along the entire length.

However, a couple of guys decided to go especially daring and write on the dragon’s face as well. Fortunately, Spike showed no resistance when he felt those tips touch his cheeks, and even moaned out deeply while cartoonish cocks were drawn on each of his cheeks with arrows pointed to his gagged mouth. Thunderlane made sure to write the words ‘CUM SLUT’ in giant letters on his forehead, making sure to etch it in multiple times to make it harder to remove.

Of course, from the way Spike was groaning out in pleasure with his little cock still throbbing for more, it wasn’t like that name would’ve been a lie by any means. Even with his sharp fanged teeth, Spike was luckily unable to bit off the straps that held the ball-gag firmly in his drooling mouth. Because of that, the drake was completely and willingly helpless while tied down and used as a living fleshlight. He lost count of how many loads he actually took, but the heaviness he felt in his gut was enough proof that he was going to be swollen with cum by the time he was finally untied. But as the stallion’s thrusts plowed harder inside of his bound, cum-filled body, the dragon was hopeful that this experience wouldn’t end too soon.

“Mmmmmngggg!~” Shutter Speed was starting to live up to his name as he rutted the drake at a faster pace. With his brown cheeks beginning to grow a fair shade of red, it was clear that he was going to unload inside of Spike vary soon. The stallion’s muzzle wrinkled when he heard a few groans and slapping noises from behind him, knowing that a few of the guys were jerking off to the sight. Nevertheless, the pony kept his focus on the slut wrapped around his cock, listening to the noises coming out of the drake’s muffled mouth to help him get closer to orgasm. Spike may have lost count of how many times it happened, but his heart still thundered in anticipation when he felt that stallion’s flared head throb inside of his deepest depths. “Hnnnggg!!!” Shutter Speed winced as he pounded the moaning whore with a few last hard, banging thrusts. “H-Here it--MMMMGGG!!!”

Before he could finish, Shutter Speed’s cock throbbed deep inside of Spike as he unloaded several spurts of his hot, thick cum into him. Even though Spike was already bulging like a water balloon due to how many loads he took, the drake still let out a blissful moan at feeling another blast of warmth resonate in his marked and willing body. He could feel how strongly that cockhead pulsated in his torso, driving the dragon close to orgasm himself while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. By the time Shutter Speed was finished, Spike’s head leaned forward against the cold porcelain of the urinal as he panted heavily. Despite how tired he was, the drake smiled when he heard another round of cheering from the crowd of horny onlookers behind him.

The drake’s hole became immensely looser since the beginning of the night, so Shutter was able to pull out with surprising ease while shuddering in post-orgasmic pleasure. Spike groaned out as well, his face reddened while thick rivulets of cum already began to seep out of his opened hole. Meanwhile, one of the unicorns lit his horn to float a pen towards Spike’s rear, adding another tally mark to his left cheek that made him moan softly. While Shutter Speed went to clean off his cum-slathered cock at the sink, a new one quickly stepped in to take his place at the slut’s post. This pony, who was a rather tall and skinny pegasus with a blue coat and a puffy white mane, looked quite pent-up by the deep blush on his panting face.

As soon as he mounted the drake, and hurriedly prodded his well-endowed stallionhood against that heavily-used hole, Spike could tell that the guy wasn’t going to last very long. After shoving his head in with one push, the pegasus’ cockhead was already starting to throb at feeling how wet and tight the drake’s body was. A few of the stallions in the crowd started to cheer him on, hyping the pony to finish by shouting things like, “C’mon, buck him hard!” and “Make that slut squeal!”

Spike gripped the rope as he let out a giddy coo through his gag in response. Luckily, the pegasus’ thick length was enough to make the drake shudder just as much as the teasing statements from the crowd. He felt the stallion’s member thrust in and quickly fill him again, making his cum-swollen body slosh around underneath the blushed drake. Fortunately, the pony didn’t take too long to get used to Spike’s warmth around his cock before beginning his frantic thrusts into him.

“Mmmnnnn~” Spike was panting rapidly through his nostrils as he felt how quickly the stallion was rutting into him. More cheering could be heard from the turned-on onlookers staring at the slut-drake, clearly okay with the idea of him being more than some librarian’s assistant now. As the thrusts continued more primally, Spike openly yelled out in deep pleasure each time he felt the head of the pegasus’ member sink into him at full-hilt. The combination of Spike’s slutty noises, the teasing and cheers from the crowd, and the thick scent of musk and sex lingering in the air, proved too much for the stallion as he groaned out in premature release.

Spike felt yet another hard pulsation inside of his body, which caused his own cock to twitch as he felt the pegasus unload a thick volley of cum to flood his insides even more. The stallion leaned right in top of the drake during his fur-tingling orgasm, gasping and spasming against Spike’s scaled rear while his stallionhood remained buried inside that cum-stuffed body. Spike’s face was a deep shade of red, making it apparent that he was about to blow his own load at any moment. Of course, his heart thundered at hearing more of those stallions behind him speaking to each other.

“Man, I hope this isn’t a one-night thing. This line is taking forever.”

“You kidding? I bet this whore’ll be back here once a week!”

“I just wish there were more mares who did stuff like this.”

“Eh, they probably wouldn’t be as tight as this kid.”

“Plus, I doubt we can knock him up.”

“Are you sure about that? I don’t know shit about dragons.”

“I know he’s better than my ex!”

“I bet the Wonderbolts would get a kick out of this!”

Spike smiled with a muffled sigh while hearing everyone, loving all the attention he was receiving from them. He was worried that his first night being bucked would be met with a lot more opposition, mostly since most of Ponyville still saw him as a little kid. But after tonight, the drake knew that he was going to be seen in a more mature light from most ponies. Instead of just some dorky assistant, Spike could be seen as someone who can make others happy; in a way, he’d kinda be like Pinkie Pie if she offered blowjobs under the counter.

In a way, Spike felt like he was just adding to the tasks he usually did to help others and make them happy. Yeah, he was good at cleaning and cooking, and also being a dependable friend, but now he had a means to help ponies with more personal needs that others wouldn’t attempt. Sometimes when a special party or inspiring speech aren’t enough, maybe something as simple as a blowjob could be enough to brighten someone’s day; and if Twilight and the others aren’t comfortable with offering their services to fulfill that need, then maybe Spike could prove himself to be more essential than they think. It might not be an easy thing for others to understand, but if this restroom full of happy stallions was enough proof, then Spike was more than willing to do what he could to make his vision a reality.

Just as the pegasus began to pull his cock out of him, Spike heard the bathroom door open once more. He groaned out through his gag, thinking it was another prospective stallion wanting to plow his ass and fill him even more. But instead, it was Doctor Turner who arrived to see the aftermath of what he helped make. As soon as he entered the restroom and saw the size of the crowd, as well as Spike’s swollen and heavily-written body, the stallion’s jaw dropped in absolute shock.

“G-Great whickering stallions!” After a few seconds to blink repeatedly, Turner looked around and added with a small shrug, “Umm, literally.”

When the Doctor’s presence was known, about a third of the crowd waved to him and shouted at the same time, “Hey, Doctor Turner!” The tan stallion blushed profusely with a hoof over his face, but he still heard one of the stallions say, “Thanks for the present, Doc!”

An uproar of laughter erupted in the restroom after that, and even Spike giggled a little through his gag while someone added a tally on his left cheek. Meanwhile, Time Turner nervously chuckled in return before clarifying, “W-Well, I… I can’t necessarily take the blame for any of this, gentlecolts. Th-This was mostly Spike’s idea.”

He motioned over towards the drake, who nodded his head strongly. “Mmhmm!”

“But, ummm…” After looking at his watch, Time Turner said towards Spike before anyone else could get a turn, “just so you know Spike, it’s almost midnight.”

“Hmmph?” Spike seemed a bit surprised that four hours already passed by, even though his arms felt pretty numb from being tied up for so long. His blush deepened as he squirmed in his seat, his drooling hole puckering while he groaned softly. Time Turner walked up to the urinal, and noticed that the drake was trying to move the gag around in his mouth. After whispering to ask Spike if he wanted it off, Turner went to get the strap undone after the drake nodded his head. As soon as the gag was removed, Spike gasped deeply before moving his jaw around. “Ohhhh... Oh, sweet Celestia…”

“Shit, is it over already?” asked a voice from the crowd.

“Dammit, I only had one turn!”

“I never even got a chance!”

“Gentlecolts, please!” said Time Turner sharply to the crowd. After a majority of them turned silent, the Doctor looked back at Spike and asked quietly, “So, what were you wanting to do? You’ve already been here for four hours, you know.”

“I-I know,” said Spike in an exhausted whisper. He then groaned out as his he felt his cock pulsate in need of some release. The drake was breathing heavily as he asked Turner, “How… How many are left…”

“Ummm…” Time Turner made a quick glance back at the full restroom before stating honestly, “Well, it’s quite a lot.”

Spike moaned out hungrily, trying his hardest to keep from telling the stallion to keep him here all night. Even though he absolutely loved the idea of being an all-night cum-dump, the drake remembered promising Twilight he would be home before the morning. And given his work schedule tomorrow, he knew he’d be in no shape to help reorganize the library’s Donkey Decimal system if he was up all night taking cock. Plus, he didn’t want to overuse the Doctor’s generosity by extending the favor any more than he already had.

But still, the fact that there were so many pent-up, needy stallions left in this restroom made the dragon hungry for more. He may have not known how many were here specifically, but he was going to be damned to let his first night end up being a disappointment for any of them. So after a deep breath, Spike motioned for Doctor Turner to bring his head in closer. And when the stallion did, Spike whispered into his ear discretely. Turner’s eyes eventually widened in surprise, which left a few of the remaining stallions to chuckle with growing grins.

“Ho boy,” said Thunderlane cheerfully, having already plowed the drake three times since the night started. “I have a feeling this is gonna be good~”

Spike giggled when he heard that and replied cheekily, “Well, it might be~”

“Hrrmmm…” Time Turner seemed a little uneasy, but he could tell from the dragon’s knowing grin that this was something he wanted. So after a brief sigh, Time Turner went to grab Spike’s backpack and pull out his buttplug. Even though the sight of that made a few of the stallions groan in disappointment, none of them tried to stop the Doctor when he went to sink the plug into the drake’s cum-dripping hole. Spike moaned out deeply when the plug was inserted, stretching his hole and ensuring that all those loads of cum would stay firmly inside. The dragon could only imagine how much it'd all slosh around inside of him on his way home~

But before that would happen, Spike knew that he had to end his night properly. To ensure every stallion left satisfied, Spike started to grin when he felt Doctor Turner untie his tail and wrists from the pipe. As soon as his bindings were undone, the drake breathed out happily and rubbed at his wrists a little to make sure they weren’t hurt. He then groggily got himself off the urinal with the help of Turner, who also helped to get him seated on the tiled floor in front of the crowd.

Even with the blindfold still on, Spike was grinning wide as he felt the countless pairs of eyes on him. Now leaned back against the tiled wall, Spike’s chest and protruded belly were completely exposed with absolutely no writing on them. However, Turner picked up one of the permanent markers and went in to whisper, “So, what do you want me to do?”

Spike made another discrete whisper into the Doctor’s ear. With an eager smile, the drake leaned back and sat in wait while the stallion apprehensively wrote in large letters on his scaled torso. As soon as he heard Time Turner recap the pen, Spike said thankfully, “Thanks Doc. I think I’ll be good for now, so you can go home.”

Doctor Turner nodded with a skewed muzzle, deciding now was as good a time as ever to make his leave. “Well, let me know how this goes, alright? I’ll see you later…”

While the Doctor sighed with an uneasy expression and left the restroom, Spike took a breath as he laid in front of the crowd with a waiting grin. He wish he was able to see their faces, but he heard a few excited groans when they read what was written on Spike’s chest and stomach with an arrow pointed upward: ‘CUM ON MY SLUTTY FACE!’

“Ohhhh, man!” Thunderlane was the first to step up, although a few others stepped beside him less than a second later while he stroked. “Spike, I really hope this isn’t the only night you’re doing this!”

Spike moaned out when he smelled several of the stallions’ cocks up close, and heard multiple hooves slapping against their bodies while jerking off just inches from his face. Just imagining how many stallions were stroking in front of him was enough to make the drake start rubbing at his own member as he shook his head. “N-No, it’s not!” he moaned out while laying in anxious wait. “I’m a-always gonna do this! A… A-Any time you want~”

He heard one of the stallions to the side groaned deeply from hearing that, and the drake was rewarded when he felt a couple ropes of fresh, warm cum that splattered across the side of his face. He used his reptilian tongue to try and lap some of it off, but a few drops still fell onto his marked chest and began to roll down his scales.

“T-Tell your friends!” Spike said in a hungry moan as he felt himself getting close. Meanwhile, he felt another strand hit his chin and on top of his chest. “I’m… I’m up for it anytime! Just… just find me and ask~”

After two different voices moaned out at the same time, Spike felt several more ropes of cum hit his face from a couple directions. Spike’s mouth opened wide as he breathed in shakily, loving the feeling of being seen in such a highly sexual light. Right now, all these stallions were openly jerking off to the sight of him, and to the words coming out of his slutty little mouth. As soon as one stallion finished over the whore’s scales, two more stepped in to unload in his place. Meanwhile, Spike was jerking his little draconic cock even faster in dire need.

Thunderlane, who was leaned forward with one hoof against the tiled wall, used his other hoof to stroke his throbbing stallionhood pointed right at Spike’s open maw. “Oooohhhh, I hope you mean that~” putted the pegasus while the head of his cock began to dribble out a copious amount of pre. “Because I have some buddies in Cloudsdale who would love to buck you senseless!”

Spike groaned and said in a hiccuped gasp, “Hnnnggg, I dooooo!! I… I want you to tell them all!~”

As soon as he finished that statement, Spike felt a heavy surge of Thunderlane’s seed shoot straight into his mouth. Even with his precise shot, the pegasus still ended up landing his remaining spurts over the dragon’s blindfold and top scales while he let out a shuddering groan. Meanwhile, Spike felt himself reach his peak as he closed his mouth, allowing him to savor the taste of that thick, strongly bitter cum before swallowing with a heavy gulp.

Spike wasn’t sure if it was because he did it in front of everyone, or if his swallow was just that audible, but that action was enough to make several of the guys shoot their loads at the same time. The drake had no idea how many stallions it was, or how many ropes of cum splattered all over his face and chest, but the feel of being practically showered in cum was enough to set off his own orgasm as well. Clenching his eyes shut behind his blindfold, Spike gasped with his body spasming as he came powerfully for the last time that night,

Every orgasm that Spike felt since he started felt absolutely incredible, like his body’s way of rewarding him for a job well done. But when he came from being covered in so much thick, potent seed, it felt like a million little jolts of pulsating pleasure shook every inch of the dragon’s scales from top to bottom. His own load wasn’t nearly as large or voluptuous as any of the stallions in front of him, but it still shot up far enough to make a few of the guys cheer while watching him get increasingly glazed. For the last few minutes spent being ejaculated on, Spike just laid back with a long and lingering groan as his mouth hung open in post-orgasmic bliss.

His body felt numb for a while, and all he could do was lie tiredly and hear numerous stallions come to climax in front of his tagged and splattered body. He felt the hot, gooey ropes land all over him, including his stretched-out belly and on the green scales on his head. By the time the last few stallions were able to finish, Spike looked like he was being glued to the bathroom wall in some sort of half-finished changeling pod of milky-white ooze. But despite his extremely messy finish, Spike still smiled weakly as he heard those last few satisfied groans from stallions before they left the room.

Spike had no idea how long he laid in the bathroom by himself after everyone else left, but it was long enough to make the motion-sensor lights turn off by the time he finally removed his blindfold. For a brief moment, the drake was worried he got rutted blind, but that fear was luckily extinguished as soon as he jolted up from the floor and tripped the sensors. Of course, that relief quickly turned to a painful wince when Spike had to cover his eyes with his claws from the sudden intrusion of light.

Nevertheless, it was about a quarter past one by the time returned back home. Most of that time was spent cleaning up his messes in the bathroom, while twenty minutes more were spent looking at himself in the mirror and stroking himself to how he looked. So much about his appearance turned him on so much: the countless words marked on his body and face, the vast amount of cum that coated most of his scales from top to bottom, the way his body was just oozing with the remains of all the guys he just pleasured and assisted. He even ended up masturbating while rubbing at his protruded stomach that was stuffed with cum, but he ended up not being able to spurt out much due to his balls being completely drained.

When he actually glanced back at his plugged-up rear, Spike shuddered in immense pleasure and shock when he counted twenty-nine tally marks.

The bathroom looked just as immaculate before as it did when he left, but the smiling drake himself was still covered in body-writing and half-dried cum when he ventured outside. After all the time he spent letting himself get used and filled by so many cocks, Spike felt absolutely no shame when he walked (or more appropriately, wobbled) back home with his things in his backpack. He didn’t even try to sneak around or stay out of sight, and just strolled back to the library under the street lights like it was the most casual thing in the world. Even if somepony did see him looking more tagged and cum-coated than the walls of a dingy bar’s bathroom stall, he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest; in that moment, all that mattered was the pride the dragon felt at completing a successful night, and establishing himself as the town’s premiere slut.

Of course, despite his cheerful attitude, the tired dragon made sure to reenter the library as quietly as possible. Twilight Sparkle was passed out at her desk, unable to finish any work after finishing her “coffee.” Nevertheless, Owlicious was still up, and was looking at Spike with VERY wide eyes as he wobbled to the bathroom like a pregnant-looking cum-rag. Spike noticed the owl’s shocked stare on him, and giggled with a “shush” motion towards the bird. “It she asks where I am,” whispered the drake up towards Owlicious, “tell her I slept in the bathroom. Goodnight!”

With that, the drake retired for the night in the locked bathroom while sleeping in the tub.

“Urrrgghhhhh… Never. Again.”

Twilight may have read countless books about how a hangover actually felt, but she had no idea it would be this unpleasant (especially after getting drunk one time). Her head was pounding, her stomach felt like it was going to hurl without anything inside of it, her breath tasted awful, and her eyes were unbelievably red and struggling to adjust to the morning light. But worst of all, despite her reasoning for adding that much alcohol to her coffee the previous night, Twilight wasn’t able to successfully ignore thinking about what Spike may/may not have done. If anything, getting drunk just made her more paranoid, as well as extremely sick and feeble.

If she was able to think coherently without a major headache by the time she got her lists reorganized, the unicorn made a mental note to throw out her flask and bottle of whiskey. Not only was it a complete failure of a way to ease her discomfort, but it was a really stupid plan in retrospect. If Celestia knew what she did, she would probably smack Twilight over the head. Even though that mental image was terrifying to think about, the mare also knew that it’d most likely be well-deserved.

Nevertheless, Twilight tried to enter the bathroom to wash her face, but couldn’t open the door since the knob was locked. Realizing she could hear running water from the sink, she knocked on the door and asked groggily, “Uhhh… Spike? Are you in there?”

“Y-Yeah!” blurted the dragon through the door, although his voice sounded a little panicked. “Uhhh, Twilight? I think I need to ask for a favor.”

Twilight blinked a couple times, needing a second to catch the franticness in his voice. “Ummm, what kind of favor?”

“Can you go find Rarity for me?” Spike asked while sounding a bit worried. “Like, now? I need her to get some things.”

Twilight groaned and rubbed her eyes, but she knew she was most likely going to need to leave the house anyway to get some hangover cures from Zecora. “Ummm… Okay, I was gonna get some stuff anyway. What do you need from Rarity?”

Meanwhile, Spike was breathing heavily with a bit lip while looking at himself in the mirror. After over half an hour of constant scrubbing, the words scribbled on his forehead just barely faded. And since he hadn’t even tried to get the rest of his body-writing erased yet, Spike was legitimately scared when he answered Twilight outside the bathroom. “Well… I might need a few bottles of hoof polish-remover…”

Seeing how many degrading words and phrases were on him, Spike winced and cursed himself for being so turned on by this mistake. “... or maybe some cover-up that matches my scales.”

A few seconds of silence passed, and Twilight could be heard sighing sharply. “Okay, fine,” said the hungover unicorn before walking away. “Just do not tell me why.”

“I won’t,” promised the drake as he looked down at himself in a mix of arousal and regret. “Believe me, I won’t.”