Spike thought he had died and gone to the Summerlands.

As the object of all his heart’s deepest desires stood presented before him, her tail flagged to the side and glistening marehood winking at him in tantalizing equine invitation, he felt all but drunk on her vanilla scent—Prench Vanilla, he corrected himself with a grin as he stared mesmerized before her, just savoring the moment, his twin dragonhoods pulsing in time with his pounding heart. He wondered again how he could ever have been interested in Rarity when such a wonderful and matronly mare such as Cupcake had been available to him all along, reaching out for her like she was the most beautiful, delicious blue-and-pink gemstone he’d ever seen…

One he still wasn’t sure he was worthy of, finding himself almost afraid to touch her for fear that if he did, he’d climax on the spot or worse, find himself waking up from a dream he didn’t want to end.

It was an attitude, it seemed, that was shared by the other patrons of Sugar Cube Corner as well. “You lucky little…” Noteworthy had begun openly stroking himself as he sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on the scene, not even caring who was watching.

Not even his own marefriend. “Twin stallionhoods and the prettiest mare there is?” Sea Swirl was likewise openly clopping at the sight of them from the other side of the table, her cheeks as flushed as her earth pony coltfriend.

“Hey, like Rainbow Dash says… when you got it, ya flaunt it!” Spike said, leaning back slightly so he could stroke both of his own tapered and ridged draconic shafts in full view of everypony in his audience at once. His actions caused some clear liquid to dribble out the tip and Sea Swirl to lick her lips, while a little further away, Amethyst Star leaned so far forward for a better look she nearly fell out of her chair. “Just like you, Mrs. Cake…”

“You’re such a flatterer, Spike...” Mrs. Cake said, clearly enjoying the attention beneath the remains of her neighponese makeup, her cheeks flushed and showing clearly through the white powder that covered them, backing up a bit to push her femininity closer to Spike’s widened but slitted eyes, slapping his dragon stallionhoods gently with the curled tip of her tail. “Now go on, dear… your order is ready!” she reminded him. “And because you’ve been such a good customer for so long, it’s even on the house…”

“Wow, thanks, Mrs. Cake! And you know, it’s just the way I like it…” He licked his lips once, stepped forward and finally—finally—placed his paws on her hips, taking a brief shuddering breath as he grasped her flanks and began kneading them happily, feeling the tone and texture of her deliciously plump hips beneath his fingers. “With all the Prench Vanilla I could possibly want…” He breathed in her scent deeply, all but able to taste her arousal and the very heat of her body on his darting tongue.

“Only for you, dear…” she said slightly breathlessly, closing her eyes to drink in the sensations as his nose neared her all-but-frantically winking marehood, inviting his gaze and his twin organs into its depths.

“Do her, Spike…” Noteworthy implored him, his voice husky, now leaning back in his chair to stroke the entire length of his slightly mottled footlong stallionhood with both hooves. “Do her for all of us…” he added to the muttered agreement of of other patrons, several of whom threw back their remaining drink and then tossed their mugs aside with a clatter before they gathered close to watch, all openly pleasuring themselves.

“You got it!” he told them all, sparing them all a glance to take in the sight and the realization that he was having this effect on them as much as his new mare, feeling powerful and very heady for it. “Well, you heard him, Mrs. Cake. Like Trixie says, ya gotta always give your audience what they want!” He finally gave her the barest brush of his reptilian tongue against her swollen surface, its slightly forked tip flicking the prominent and still-growing nub at the bottom of her opening, knowing well its role in rutting. “And then leave them wanting even more…” He wrapped the tip of his tongue around it in a trick he’d only learned recently, snaking its slightly rough service repeatedly over her most sensitive point.

It worked on her just as well as it worked on the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “Ah!” she cried out, her hind legs partially buckling beneath her as Spike caught her and held her up so he could continue to pleasure her, bringing all his acquired expertise at oral stimulation—a rare talent among pony stallions, if not human ones, from what he had heard—to bear on her, driving her to even higher heights of pleasure. “Spike, th-that’s…” She couldn’t immediately go on, amazed at not just his effortless skill, but how she was reacting to it, feeling like she was but a young filly experiencing her first time all over again…

Which in some ways she was, never having enjoyed a drake’s company before! “That’s just the start…” he finished for her, licking his lips happily as he savored the taste of his new favorite mare, vowing to repay her in full for all the kindness and free food she’d given him over the years. “Don’t worry, Mrs. C.; there’s plenty more where that came from!” he told her as he gave her several additional licks all along the swollen and slightly darker lips of her marehood, his narrow tongue even managing to slip inside her repeatedly, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her and causing her to gasp repeatedly.

“Oh, Spike!” she said breathlessly between licks, realizing not even her husband’s oral technique had ever been so good, feeling nothing more than a momentary pang of guilt at the thought of him or that no pony would ever be good enough for her again.

“Now, why don’t you do that to me, Notey?” Sea Swirl asked in an almost forlorn tone as she watched the other mare get pleasured, a growing puddle beneath her.

“Well, uh…” he didn’t immediately have an answer, suddenly wondering that himself—stallions generally didn’t, as excepting colt-cuddlers, oral was something generally reserved between mares—but to see it now, it all looked and smelled so good! “You bet I will now!”

“So how are you so good at this, Spike?” Amethyst asked him, leaning in ever closer as she was now pleasuring herself with a construct created from her magic, her pinkish horn glow illuminating all of them.

“Lots of practice…” Spike replied with a slightly muffled voice, feeling a fleeting moment of guilt of his own towards the CMC but his thoughts not lingering on them more than briefly, now shifting his paws inward to pull her marehood lips slightly outward so he could see into her glistening depths, which to Spike was reminiscent of a glittering gem cache and allow his tongue more room to roam within her… which he did quite readily, pushing ever deeper, not immediately noticing his tongue was slowly lengthening but greatly appreciating the depths he found himself able to plumb her with them.

“With who?” Raindrops asked, her wings almost painfully rigid as she watched, now rubbing up against Amythyst, who immediately generated a second construct they could share. “Rarity?”

Spike hissed slightly at that, showing some suddenly more-pointed teeth. “No. And I am so over her…” he told them. “It’s her loss, because all I want or need is you, Mrs. Cake…” he told her before burying his muzzle in her nethers completely, eating her out with abandon as the others cheered their approval, and Mrs. Cake herself moaned, writhed… and finally came with a surprisingly demure cry as she collapsed to the ground, several spasms racking her body as a gush of spurted liquid coated Spilke’s head and face to announce her pleasure. “And I want you bad…” he told her as he happily licked himself clean, still the gentledrake he fancied himself as he gently lowered her hindquarters to the rug beneath them, the other patrons waiting until he was finished to congratulate him and Noteworthy to clap him on the back, the tip of his own drooling organ almost scraping the ground beneath him.

Spike spared him but a moment of surprising interest, tracing the outline of the single equine organ that still dwarfed his own before his attention turned back to Mrs. Cake. Under normal circumstances he might have been squicked at where his thoughts briefly went, but now…?

“Then you can have me, Spike…” Mrs. Cake said in a daze after she came back around, her deep pink eyes opening back up to reveal… they’d gone slitted like Spike’s! Spike himself saw them but was beyond caring, all but falling into her curiously reptilian gaze, having gained an inch of height and size on his own dragonhoods as he felt a surge of strange but very pleasurable energy run through him when she climaxed, not caring at that moment about anything but her pleasure… and his own. The latter had still not been fully realized, but he wouldn’t satisfy until hers was. “Whenever and however you wish…” she promised him, not resisting as he immediately took her up on that offer to gently, but insistently, roll her over, not stopping until her belly and full teats were in full display.

“Whoa. You’re gonna take her on her back, Spike?” Sea Swirl asked, suddenly sitting bolt upright.

“How kinky!” Raindrops added, stealing kisses with Amethyst.

“Yep! You got it, colts and fillies! We’re gonna do it human-style!” Spike announced with another lick of his lips as he placed his paws on her belly, moving to knead her swollen teats even as his thoughts cast back to the human versions of his friends he knew on the other side of the portal, wishing he could do this with them. He’d only been able to nuzzle theirs occasionally in his canine form, which was certainly fun, though to his delight he found Mrs. Cake’s almost exactly the same size, shape and texture as theirs except they were still laden with milk for her twin foals…

A milk he immediately began partaking of, reaching down with his muzzle to suckle her in an act that, coming from an egg and a non-mammalian species as he had, he had never gotten to enjoy, wishing not for the first time that he’d been born a pony. But then again, if he had, he wouldn’t be able to use his sharp teeth, talons, tongue, and twin organs to good effect!

“Oooohhhh…” Mrs. Cake all but melted at that. She had heard talk from Twilight once that human teats were an object of desire for their stallions, but she was now getting a very vivid illustration as to why as the milk she kept for her infant twins—and once in a while for Mister Cake when she needed relief and they were feeling particularly randy and kinky!—was suddenly delivered to Spike, whose soft kisses and slightly rough tongue she felt keenly against the sensitive skin of their engorged mass as he drank from one while fondling the other, then switched, her body responding by wriggling and writhing repeatedly as she tried to force her tingling mammaries up into his waiting maw, delighting in the feel of his lips, tongue and increasingly predatory fangs against them, making them feel exquisitely engorged and heightening her sensations even further. “That’s so…”

“Hey, don’t be greedy, Spike, save some for us!” Noteworthy pled, but Spike now had a mouthful of warm, creamy milk and didn’t reply, gulping down all he could.

“Oh, don’t worry, dears, I’ve got plenty!” Mrs. Cake said without thinking, suddenly wanting to feed everypony there! “But he gets his fill first…” I could be mother to Spike… mother to everypony… the disjointed thoughts crossed her mind as impossibly, she felt a second climax nearing from stimulation to her teats alone, only barely aware of a sudden sound on the stairwell announcing another pony’s return.

“Honeybunch…? What’s all the commotion down here? And why does it smell like...” Mister Cake called down only to trail off and his jaw to fall open as he beheld the scene from the bottom of the stairs, watching as Spike spread his wife’s legs and stepped forward to place his twin dragon organs directly between his wife’s teats, their unusually large mass nearly engulfing them directly except for his heads. “Honey? Spike? Wh-what are you doing?”

The entire room froze, but for only a moment; the fleeting moment of chagrin both Spike and Mrs. Cake felt rapidly subsumed by the act and the sensual compulsion that had already nearly consumed them.

“Oh, hello, dear! Spike was just about to show me how humans mate!” She looked up at him, finding she could now somehow see the very heat of his cheeks, then back down at some amazement at her state and the fact that Spike wasn’t stopping… and she wasn’t stopping him!

“Yep! It’s okay, Mister Cake! It’s just she’s been so nice to me over the years I really wanted to pay her back! And for your first human mating lesson, here’s a little something the human guys call paizuri…” Spike announced as he began grinding his twin organs between her increasingly large milk-laden teats, thrusting them in and out while pressing the mass of her soft and pillowy mammaries against the sides of shafts, their ends now drooling steadily on her belly as all present watched in amazement, none more so than than Mrs. Cake, who stared in disbelief down her own belly, not just at the act or that her own husband was watching, but at how incredibly good it made her feel...

“Aren’t we there yet?” a nervous Sweetie Belle asked Scootaloo, who was only going at a third her usual speed as she pulled them along the wagon, picking her way along the darkened Everfree Forest trail to Zecora’s house. “Pick up the pace, Scoots! I don’t wanna get caught out here!”

“Hey! I can’t see out here any better than you! Do you want the wagon to take a spill over a root or vine while you’re in it? If I can’t see the path, I gotta take it slow!” An annoyed Scootaloo answered, her wings buzzing, taking the time to buckle on her helmet a bit tighter.

“And if we get ambushed by Timberwolves out here, it won’t matter!” Sweetie Belle replied tersely, wishing Spike was there with them, both so he could light the path and for the fiery deterrent he could give to any of the magical woodland creatures who might menace them. “Can’t we just light a lantern?”

“No!” Scootaloo answered in as sharp and harsh a whisper as she could. “If we do that, then anypony could see us coming a mile away! We don’t want to attract attention in the Everfree at night!”

“Yeah, well it ain’t like your wing buzzing won’t attract attention anyway!” Sweetie Belle shot back irritably, still wearing a cardboard costume done up to make her look like a robot. “Seriously, could you be any more loud?”

“I’m doing the best I can! You wanna walk the rest of the way, Sweetcheeks?” Scootaloo threatened, calling her friend by the nickname Spike had for her.

“Guys, y’all need to chill out. We ain’t gonna get there any faster by fightin’,” Apple Bloom replied, trying to be sensible one, still in the remnants of her scarecrow costume. “Granny Smith made sure there weren’t anypony following us. We all need to stay calm and get there in one piece.” In truth, she was afraid too, and still more than a little freaked over the revelation of a family curse; one that she in all likelihood shared, wondering how she was ever going to tell her friends or if they’d even accept her afterwards.

“Oh yeah? And given how bad her eyesight is, how in the hay could she tell?” Scootaloo asked suspiciously, thinking Apple Bloom had been acting strange ever since she got back. “So you gonna tell us how you two got away back there or not?” She asked as she resumed their journey with as much speed as she dared, but as bumpy as the ride was over the rough ground, she worried even that was too fast.

“Just… later, okay?” Apple Bloom responded in a subdued tone, not yet ready to accept what had happened and what she’d learned. Granny Smith had been very careful not to give herself away as she let her granddaughter lead them to the CMC’s old HEDGE clubhouse, where they found the other two fillies huddled. She transformed herself back before appearing to them, proceeding to repeat the same instructions she’d originally given Apple Bloom—get to Zecora’s and stay there until she went back for them.

The other two fillies were no more happy about that than Apple Bloom, but acceded, having seen what her big brother and sister had turned into. To say nothing of FLUTTERSHY! Apple Bloom shivered again, still unable the shake the image or desire of herself orally pleasuring her thestral stallionhood—and how weird was that to even think?—or even being rutted by it, being pinned on her back and taken by the long shaft that was at least slightly more tapered than the pony norm.

She was hardly a virgin; none of them were after the past few months with Spike—Celestia knew they’d run through probably half the Pony Sutra book Spike had slipped out of Twilight’s library by now! But she reacted to the idea as if she was, finding it somehow almost unbearably erotic and enticing to think about; she’d been in a constant state of low-level arousal ever since the encounter with the corrupted threesome at the farmhouse even despite the danger they were in. Or is it because o’ that…? the odd thought crossed her mind.

“Fine. You can have your secret. But how can you stay calm after all that?” Scootaloo challenged, looking back at her in the gloom; Apple Bloom could just barely see her pegasus friend’s head turning to face her.

Because somepony has to, she didn’t say. And because if Ah think about it too long, reckon Ah’m gonna freak worst of all… “Because Ah know everything’s gonna be fine,” she lied, grateful the darkness hid her reflexive swallow and badly forced grin. “We just need to get to Zecora’s place. She’ll probably be home by now, and we can hide out with her. We’ll be safe from the Timberwolves, and with all her potions, she might even have to way to fix all this!” she said hopefully, wondering if she could be cured of her potential curse before it ever manifested.

“Yeah…” Scootaloo was at least momentarily mollified, resuming their journey down the path and to their collective relief, before long, the lights of Zecora’s home were in sight.

“We’re here! And she’s there…” Sweetie Belle announced in relief, feeling some tension start to drain away as she and Apple Bloom removed their helmets and piled out of the wagon inside the perimeter of her compound, relaxing as they passed the barrier where her various alchemic wards were placed to prevent passage by Timberwolves and other undesirable forest denizens. “Let’s go inside.”

“Right…” Apple Bloom immediately agreed as Scootaloo left her scooter still hitched to the wagon and fell in behind them, waiting as Sweetie Belle knocked with some urgency on the door.

They heard hoofsteps coming to the door, but it did not immediately open. “And who are you, that would come here so late? To be in the woods now is to sorely tempt fate!” Zecora’s voice warned from the other side, an odd undertone to it.

“Zecora! It’s us!” Apple Bloom called out somewhat frantically. “It’s me, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo! Something’s gone wrong! Mah kin have become monsters! And Granny Smith told us to hide out here ‘til she came fer us!” she said in a trembling voice.

“Monsters, you say? Now that seems unkind. But perhaps you just need a chance to unwind,” she answered slightly nonsensically, causing the three to glance at each other in confusion—they were usually pretty good at interpreting her rhyming speech, but none of them had any idea what she meant. “Come in then, and all will be well. And perhaps I can draw each of you out of your shell…” she trailed off in a voice Apple Bloom could only describe as slightly salacious as the door latch was released and swung open to show the inside of her home, somewhat more dimly lit than usual even though there was an active cauldron burbling in the center of the main room.

Despite their unease, they quickly went inside, chalking it up to her having made things more atmospheric for Nightmare Night, which they knew she did good business during, sighing with relief as the door was shut behind them and locked. But their relief quickly turned to fear when Zecora spoke again, stepping forth into the light to reveal… a very un-pony set of fangs along with tufted ears of the thestrals, her stripes muted against a much darker-colored coat. Her altered form rendered her all but invisible in the low light except for her bright white teeth and green-glowing eyes, which shone quite clearly as she snuffed the lights, licking her lips as she considered the three visitors who had just walked willingly into her web.

“For Queen Eclipse warned me that others might come. And directed me to give a welcome that was second to none!” she grinned, showing her teeth as she tossed a small vial in their midst. They barely had enough time to register its presence or the potential danger they were now in before it broke against the stone floor, in a burst of vapor that even the barest whiff of caused both intense and irresistible arousal and a series of vines to spring out of the floor along cracks in the stone, snaking around their limbs even as it pulled them up and spread them wide.

“What’s happ— mmmPHF!” Scootaloo found her muzzle swiftly filled by a rapidly thickening tendril whose end quickly turned into a large bud which quickly bloomed into a brightly-colored but rather obscenely shaped and surprisingly solid flower, its scent and sweet nectar immediately causing her to suckle it.

“Z-zecora, no!” Was all Apple Bloom managed before a vine likewise found her muzzle and plugged it while the remainder of them began removing her costume none too gently, ripping it apart from the inside and exposing her adolescent body inch by inch.

“Holy…” Sweetie Belle was last to be silenced, but having gotten the biggest lungful of Zecora’s creation right when it burst, she was also the least resisting, watching in amazement as the alchemic creations snaked all over her body and began tracking along the inside of her thighs, coming inexorably closer to invading her most private areas, mentally urging them forward as they triggered a fetish she didn’t even know she had. But there was nothing in the pony sutra book about… THIS! She mildly protested as to her great frustration the tendrils teased but did not enter her.

Zecora looked very gratified by their reactions, letting their predicament sink in for a few seconds. “My mistress is mighty and to me gave her trust. She told me that to snare others more swiftly was an absolute must! Task me with doing so alchemically, she did. So of all inhibitions, let us now be rid!” She before downing a second potion, this one glowing blue.

“So relax, my fillies, and do not resist. In fact, I’m afraid, I really must insist!” she grinned as the magical liquid took effect and an oversized zebra erection sprung up between her legs, causing their eyes to go wide and adolescent marehoods to begin arousing in anticipation, multiple sweet scents filling the air as the earlier potion took full effect on them. “Fear not, young friends, for what you gain is no curse. I will share my queen’s blessing, and you three shall be but the first!”

Mr. Cake watched dumbstruck as Spike openly pleasured himself against his wife’s belly in a means he’d never even imagined or dreamt of in their own increasingly rare rutting sessions, which took a proverbial back wagon seat to running their store and raising their foals.

Either due to the unlikeliness of the scene or the heavy-cream smell of multiple mare arousals in the air, including the well-known vanilla scent of his wife—it had always been their little joke that her essence was in fact Prench Vanilla, given the Prench maid outfit she sometimes wore for him—he stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs behind the counter as Spike—Spike!—turned his wife into his plaything while the other patrons watched with incredible eagerness, as openly aroused by the whole scene as Spike clearly was…

As increasingly, he was…?

It was only then he realized he was quickly growing quite rigid himself, his equine erection expanding steadily until it reached its full proportions. Every breath he took, every whiff of vanilla and other odors he caught, and every moment he stared at the strangely erotic scene only served to heighten his arousal further, and soon he was just as rapt an observer as the rest.

“But… this…” some part of him still tried to weakly protest even as he found himself compelled to slowly walk forward, through the swinging gates of the counter and out into serving area where Spike had his wife laid on her back on the plush carpet in the waiting area, barely even noticing Amethyst’s aura releasing his knot on his apron as he approached, letting her and everypony else see the full dimensions of his stallionhood. “This isn’t…” he couldn’t finish the sentence as Spike’s groping paws squeezed more milk out of his wife’s unusually swollen teats, not just to lubricate already-slickened shafts further but to simply see how far he could now spurt it.

The answer was a considerable and surprising distance, which he used to indulge his audience with a few squirts in their direction, aiming her milk at their muzzles. “That is so hot, Mrs. C…” Spike told her again, but the matronly mare’s only reaction was to moan as she reached climax for a second time from mammary stimulation alone, something she—and all watching—hadn’t even thought was possible! “You’re the most beautiful mare in existence…” he said, kissing each of her teats—her mark of motherhood—in turn.

She responded to his flattery and stimulation with an arched back and a single shuddering breath that turned into a long and contented exhale of surprisingly hot breath; for a moment Mr. Cake thought he saw and smelled smoke come out of her mouth. “That’s my mare!” Spike told her, relenting his actions long enough to allow her to fully enjoy her climax and then climb back down off her high… but only partially. He still hadn’t come himself, as intent on her pleasure as he’d ever been with the CMC, even though the pressure in his loins was steadily building, as was his own desire for release and to take her fully.

“But… she’s… my mare…” Mister Cake said in an almost forlorn tone, despite his twitching organ, barely even aware of Amethyst and Raindrops moving to flank him, not resisting as they began nuzzling his hanging apples from behind. And yet, for the first time in his increasingly altered state, Spike took that as a challenge, pinning the other male with a slit-eyed stare. He was now standing at least two inches taller than he had before and had gained nearly as much length on his twin organs; there was also a curious itching starting to develop on his upper back in two places. He vaguely remembered Ember mentioning that had happened to her once a century earlier but couldn’t remember the context or much care about it at that moment.

“She’s mine now…” Spike informed him in a tone that sent a tingle down his spine, a callback to some roleplay he and Mrs. Cake had done in the past and made his stallionhood only twitch even harder. “Everypony here is mine…” he addressed all in the store, and nopony said a word of objection as he puffed some green vapor into the space, adding some spoor of his own to the various arousal odors in the air, a sharp-smelling smoke that only made thoughts even more heady for the non-dragon denizens, and somehow drew them even more strongly towards Spike.

“Now, now, Spike, there’s enough of me to go around…” Mrs. Cake played peacemaker as she rolled back over, still a mother even as she was ready and eager for more.

Her voice was enough to make him relent, causing to slump slightly, though he never lost his excitement. “You’re right, Mrs. C. I don’t wanna be greedy like that other time. Friendship is sharing, so I will… on one condition,” he announced, an odd gleam in his eyes growing as she turned the face the pair, presenting his noticeably enlarged organs to the pair.

“And… wh-what’s that?” Mr. Cake asked somewhat shakily as after a couple lungfuls of smoke, he found his eyes fixed not on his wife, but impossibly, on the young drake’s exotic equipment.

Spike instantly noticed, and grinned, showing his sharpening teeth again. “Like Twilight always says, sharing is a two-way street. So if you want to share her, you have to share me, Mister Cake…” he informed him with an evil grin, indicating what he meant by standing back up, now nearly as tall as the larger stallion as he presented his two milk-slickened organs, one pointing at husband and wife, crossing his arms over his larger chest and waiting. “Ember says that dragons keep harems as well as hoards, and if you’re gonna be part of mine, you gotta earn it, you know…” He puffed out more smoke as the itching on his back grew, watching and waiting as the pair gave each other but the barest glance before moving forward to obey, their heads lowering slowly towards his waiting dragonhoods…

Within moments, husband and wife were pleasuring his twin organs at once, his hands on the back on their heads holding their unresisting forms in place. As he threw back his head and rumbled happily in a deeper growl than he’d never made before, he was surprised to feel one final, fleeting moment of regret for his actions; for forsaking the CMC, for what he was doing and potentially doing to the Cakes…

And then he opened his eyes to see both husband and wife servicing him, and all was forgotten, subsumed by an all-consuming need to make them his. He was only barely aware of the cheers and commentary of the other patrons, who were demanding their own turns; even Noteworthy was repeatedly licking his lips and drooling as he watched the scene. But all he cared about then was completing the act, of finally climaxing after an entire evening of endless arousal and claiming the two earth ponies as his own.

“Oh yeah…” was all he managed in a suddenly deeper voice as he began thrusting in and out of their muzzles with increasing urgency, a wisps of smoke coming out his nose and adding even more enticement to the very air around them, Mister Cake’s initially somewhat tentative efforts now as enthusiastic as his wife’s, orally pleasuring him with equal abandon as Amethyst and Raindrops moved to do the same to him and his wife from behind.

Still feeling somewhat possessive, Spike might have objected to that but was beyond caring as his all-but-overwhelming urges drove the act to completion. The itching in his back grew as the pressure in his loins built, and then he arched his back and breathed fire into the air as he came with a surprisingly loud roar. He climaxed into their waiting mouths just as a set of dragon wings sprouted from his back, flaring forth as he filled the muzzles of his first mare and stallion with his seed, not letting them go until they’d swallowed every drop he could offer...

Not until he had made them his own.

Finally, at least momentarily spent, he let them go, sitting back heavily and only barely aware of his new appendages. The two earth ponies likewise stumbled backwards, speechless as they sensed a surge of magical energy go through them imparted by the act and dragon seed Spike had delivered. They collapsed. They shuddered on the floor. And when the surge had passed...

“Oh my…” was all Cupcake could say as she stood back up to find herself breathing green smoke of her own out around the edges of her suddenly altered teeth and tongue, the former sharp and the latter more narrow and darting, having a taste for sapphires as well as sweets.

“H-Honeybunch…?” Mister Cake’s eyes had gone slittled like Spike’s and his wife’s, suddenly finding himself seeing heat as well as light, and then looking down to realize…

He suddenly had two stallionhoods, a second rapidly growing to take its place beside his first!

Author's Note

Welcome back to the story!

First and foremost, let's address the elephant in the room--the CMC/Zecora sequence. Whether I detail what follows in Zecora's home or not is completely up to you, folks. I personally don't consider it foalcon because the three are adolescents now; they've all had their first heats and are certainly no stranger to sex in this story. In my headcanon, ponies get sexually active a lot earlier than humans, not just because of their estrus cycles but because they're culturally more permissive. But if the idea makes too many people uncomfortable, I won't do it; I'll just show the aftermath instead. It will all depend on the feedback I receive, so sound off in the comments if you do/don't want to see it. I'll probably also make a blog post for the purpose of collecting feedback this weekend.

But that was a sideshow here; don't let it detract from Spike! Our formerly baby dragon is growing up before our eyes. If one of the main thrusts of the curse is to bring out more predatory attributes in order to facilitate spreading itself faster, then for Spike, that means an accelerated adolescence of sorts to turn him into a far larger and more mobile drake. What does this mean for the Cakes and the others there? You've already got some major inklings of it!

This is the first of a series of shorter chapters focused on a single scenes broken by a single interlude, focusing on the corruption/corrupting of the remaining major characters. Next up is Rainbow and the Weather Teams, followed by Rarity and company, at which point the stage will be set for Starlight vs. Eclipse, beginning the climactic phase of the story (no pun intended! Really!) Yes, I could have continued this chapter as there's more to come with this scene, but it felt like a full chapter and that this was the right place to leave it off.

Thanks as always to my prereading crew of AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire and Denim_Blue. And if you like, be sure and hit my Patreon tip jar!

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