Dragon Needs

Two weeks had passed and Twilight knew. She knew that strange feeling she had was the fact she was now pregnant. She knew Spike was the father too. It was unexplainable, and she figured that “food coma” she was in was his doing, somehow. When he left the castle she looked for proof, and found none. But she just knew, rather than simply following logic she followed her gut feeling, taking a lesson from Pinkie Pie and her Pinkie sense on the matter. She explained to Spike she was going to do some field studying and told him one rule. No sex.

Once she was on the train Spike laughed at that. He was going to have sex, his need to make that mares around him become fat with foal was stronger in his mind now more than ever with his finding of a pregnancy test in Twilight’s bathroom.

Before going home Spike stopped by a small supply store, buying a notebook and pen. He then made his way to Sugar Cube Corner, where he took a seat at a table near the back after ordering a chocolate milkshake and a Sapphire muffin. He sat at his table, arm around his notebook as he looked around and spotted the mares he knew, writing names.

Mrs. Cake
Rarity
Applebloom
Sweetiebelle
Scootaloo
Fluttershy
Applejack
Rainbow Dash
Pinkie Pie
Cheerilee
Mayor Mare
Starlight Glimmer
Maud Pie
Spoiled Rich (Make it REALLY dirty)
Diamond Tiara
Silver Spoon
Dinky Doo
Derpy
Nurse Redheart
Ruby Pinch
Twist
Octavia
Vinyl Scratch

He looked back at the top of his list, Mrs. Cake. He had a good view of her, angled, able to see her behind the front desk. He loved her chubby figure, making the view he had nice. He saw part of her plot, her slightly overweight belly. Spike shuttered in his seat. He remembered the day she gave birth to the twins, now Pound and Pumpkin were just four years younger than him. Pumpkin especially. She’s ten now, and while Spike is technically in his twenty’s, that’s in pony years, in dragon years he’s barely fourteen, but the aging differences between Ponies and Dragons were vast, and not well understood.

Spike gazed at Cupcake, in his mind taking off her signature apron and seeing her laid on her back on fluffy bedsheets, her hind legs open wide and her pussy’s lips wet and inflated from desire.

Spike’s member was growing hard at the thought. He was lucky to be in the back most corner of the store, if he had a more center table or even a booth his hard member would have been seen right away. While ponies are used to seeing others bits and pieces, they still took measures to keep decency, keeping tails down and such. It was a social norm that was often in the air as ponies paid various amounts of attention to it, in large cities where clothes were common, being fully nude was taboo, but in small towns like Ponyville, most didn’t care.

Spike shifted in his seat, reaching a claw down to rubbing it against his now rock hard penises. Small waves of pleasure spiked through him, but it wasn’t enough. Spike needed to be relieved, he needed to fuck. As he looked back at Mrs. Cake, he remembered he still had a fair amount of the sleeping potion left.

He sighed, stopping his half-masterbating session and looked back down at his list. So many names, and not all of them will be open to having sex. Will he have enough sleeping potion. He wondered.

As Spike looked up again to see who else will be put on his list he nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw Pinkie Pie looking over him...and at his list. “P-Pinkie?! You scared me.”

“Hehe, sorry Spike, I was just looking at you write the name of every mare that is in the store. You making a fantasy list ya horny drake~” SHe mused, a small blush going up to Spike’s cheeks.

“I, uh…”

Pinkie then giggled. “Gotta say, not too surprised. I did see you stare at my bouncy, jiggly, round plot a few months ago.”

Spike gulped. “Y-you saw that…”

She giggles again. “Yup, and I gotta say, I’m flattered.”

“What?”

“Spike, I know my plot attracts the eyes of stallions, and a few mares, just one of many ways I like to make the residents of Ponyville happy. Some I even let touch it, others~” Pinkie then came in real close to Spike’s ear/hole. Being a drake Spike had scale flapf that appeared as ears, but underneath were holes that worked as his ears. “Get to let their willies play in my slide tunnel~” She whispered, Spike’s face growing even redder.

“So, is my willie gonna play?” Spike asked, blush still on his face.

“Meet me behind the store and we’ll see~” Pinkie whispered, placing his order on the table and bouncing off, making sure Spike had a good view of her plot the whole way, his eyes glues to the pink mass bounce as it seemed to defy gravity as when she bounced down and it jiggled all around in a near circle, and when it bounced up her tails moved over just enough for spike to see the lips of her vagina...it was wet.

Spike quickly ate his muffin and drank his milkshake. Once he paid and left a tip he grabbed his note book and left the store, walking around back. Since Sugar Cube Corner was rather open, the back was open as well, only a waist high, for spike, metal fence where some simple trash cans were as well as one large green dumpster. “Pinkie?” Spike asked.

“Dumpster~” Her voice chimed, Spike following it.

The Dumpster was moved out some, one corner providing cover, the other was wide open, though two of the normal sized trash cans were moved there. Spike carefully walked passed them. Behind the dumpster was a rather fluffy blanket, with the pink mare laid on her back, legs open wide with an unopened condom packet on her belly. “Wow…” Spike said, surprised she is so ready.

“Take your time Spikey~ Pro tip, the longer you hold out, the better it is for both.” Pinkie explained as Spike picked the condom up. Thanks for porn, and Lyra, he knew how to put them on, even though he had a split double penis.

As Pinkie hummed happily, expectantly, eyes closed, Spike quickly used a claw to poke a small hole in the top of it, quickly putting it on, his tip of his top, long most penis stick out just enough. Enough to feel the breeze, but not enough to be seen. Not unless she looked up close, but she seemed to only want it far below her eyes. “Alright, I’m ready.” Spike said, letting his penis be on display for the pink mare.

“OOooohhh. Never been fucked by a dragon before. Hey Spike, do you know where Twilight went off to? She left without saying goodbye.”

“Oh, she’s just doing some traveling.” Spike said, getting on his knees and placed both claws on each side of the pink mare’s head. Her breath trembled. “Can my train doc at the station?” Spike asked, a sly, pervy smile across his face.

“Doc and get to work.” Pinkie said, her shudder never leaving her breath.

Spike, deciding to take Pinkie’s advice, decided to do a few moves he saw in his pornagrophy. He inserted the tip, just the tip and played around along her lips. Pinkie moaned, Spike soft point tip creating a tickling sensation along her opening. Her clitoris winked, and Spike’s tip rubbed it making Pinkie gave a moan/hiccup sound that make Spike smile a bit. Her clitoris kept winking, and every time it was out when Spike’s tip rubbed it sent Pinkie into a moan/hiccup. It was like when she was being eaten out, a sharp tipped tongue rubbing or going over her winking popper just felt so exciting.

For Spike, this movement gave his tip a tickle that went down his shaft into right into his balls. Drake testicals were inside, protected by a thick layer of skin and scales, so feeling this sensation so deep inside his groin was...Breathless.

After a few moments Spike stopped his tracing of Pinkie’s nethers, placing his tip into the center of her opening and went in, slowly. Unlike Twilight’s vagina, Pinkie’s was slightly loose, and smaller, but it stretched like rubber. “Ooohhh Pinkie.” Spike moaned, the stretch in Pinkie’s pussy making her inner walls grow tight.

“Hehe, like? I asked Zecora for a potion that make my pussy lose and small, but stretchy and gets tighter as it stretches. My pussy is like a balloon!” Pinkie said with giddy.

Spike had to admit, the feeling was different from how Twilight was, very different. It started off loose then grew tighter the more Spike’s member entered. Like putting on a glove that was a hoof size or two too small. He slowly pulled out, his members tingling as the tight embrace around them left. He could feel her pussy shrinking back to normal as he pulled out. Little over halfway through pulling out Spike rammed his penises back in, making the pink mare giggle.

He pulled out again, and like before, about half way out, he rammed it back into her needy pipes. Spike kept repeating this slow take out-fast input method, each time it felt like Pinkie’s pussy got tighter with each thrust back in.

Pre from Pinkie was starting to leak out, a small puddle already soaking her lower backside. When this smell reached Spike’s nose, it made him feel proud, joyis, and right in his actions.

Spike sped up, keeping a medium pace. “You, Ooh, Know Spike, Ooohh, There’s more you can. AH, do.” Pinkie said in between grunts of pleasure.

“Like what?” Spike asked, the pink mare wrapping her top legs around Spike’s necks, lifting herself up and planting a wet, messy kiss, her tongue invading his mouth.

Spike, eyes wide with surprise, let it happen, Pinkie’s tongue feeling it’s way around his mouth, from each of his sharp teeth to his snake like taster. Pinkie then grabbed his tongue with hers, and pulled it into her mouth. Now it was Spike’s toun to explore.

Pinkie giggled, Spike tongue felt very different than anything else Pinkie has had in her mouth. Spike, having more flexibility with his own tongue, had it slither around Pinkie’s flat teeth. He rubbed and stroked her teeth, cheeks, and her tongue. He wrapped his snake of a taster around her flatter, wider one and the two wrestled. Spike’s had flexibility, but Pinkie’s had size and strength.

While the two battled for dominance in their mouths, and Spike was losing, he was winning down under. Pinkie’s pipes leaked with pre, her entire lower backside soaked in her own pre, the scent of mare cum starting to overpower the garbage smell.

Spike’s base began to build with pressure, and he sped up. His medium pace escalating to a quick thumping, each spal of his waist against hers giving a wet, squishy sound with each rapid thud. Spike then grabbed Pinkie by her plot, squeezing tight as he raised her up some, the two now upright as Spike kept thrusting. Pinkie now breaking the kiss to give faint moans of pleasure.

Spike saw in most of her porns the stallion bit the ear of the mare as they fucked. He knew with his teeth he’s pierce her ears, so he bit her ear with his lips. Pinkie gasped, Spike feeling her nethers practically shower his loins in cum. The feeling was bliss, Pinkie arching her back as her orgasme reached total climaxe, the dam breaking as more cum came out of the pink mare’s foal pipes.

Spike managed to hold it in, though his member throbbed, each thrust threatened to make his dam burst.

Pinkie, Breathing heavily, managed to turn an eye, seeing Spike’s face and knowing he was trying to hold it in. For the first time, Pinkie came before her partner. A good twenty years of sex experience, and he outlasted her. She smiled, managing to pull herself back up to him. She nuzzled against his neck, and gave a playful lick.

That small, playful lick was the crack that broke the damn. Spike moaned loudly, white hot cum spewing into Pinkie’s marehood. Pinkie arched again, panting as her insides were flooded with white heat and leaked out in a steady stream. She panted heavier than before. “Heh….guess...the condom...broke…” Pinkie said, still panting.

“Yeah, broke.” Spike said, smiling as he hugged the pink mare.

As Pinkie was coming down from her ograsme, her expression went from silly, to mad. “Hey! It’s heat season! You knocked me up!” Pinkie said, pointing/shoving a hoof into his nose. “I can’t throw everypony in Equestria a party and take care of a foal, drake...Droal!”

“Pinkie, calm down.” Spike said, trying to calm the angry pink mare.

“How? You. Knocked. Me. Up!”

“Pinkie, the condom broke, there’s not much to be done about that.” Spike defended/lied.

Pinkie huffed, crossing her legs. “I’m still super mad! I mean, every heat season most mares in town are really good about not getting pregnant save for those who want to, and now, at the beginning of the season, I’m the first to get pregnant! And our Droal will be one of a kind and lonely cause it’ll be different…”

Spike scratched the side of his head. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. He thought, placing a claw on Pinkie. “You’re right, the F-Droal will be unique, and alone. So different...Why should it though.”

“Huh?” Pinkie asked, giving a side glance to Spike.

“Take me for instance, my whole life I’ve grown up with ponies, I know so little about my own kind and now, this baby will be a mix, even more lost. I felt alone often, the only dragon in all Equestria. So, maybe with Heat Season still here, there can be more like it.” Spike said, moving his claw from Pinkie’s shoulder to her belly.

“Wait...are you saying if I help you find willing mares who want to birth a new race...the Droal won’t grow up alone?”

“Nope, they’ll have each other, their loving mothers...and father.”

“So...you want to knock up more mares so this baby won’t be the only one of it’s kind?”

“Yeah.”

Pinkie thought it over, a hoof scratching her chin. “Well...herds are still legal, and it’s not like one stallion, or drake in this case, hasn’t fathered more than one foal in a heat season...Alright, I’m in!” Pinkie said, her expression returning to her normal cheery self.

And now the real fun begins.

Twilight was showing, it was small, tiny, but it showed now. She looked over every book in every library and private book collection in Canterlot, still finding nothing about Dragon mating and birthing, and just legends about dragon-pony hybrids. A month had gone down the drain finding just legends. With all of Canterlot read and nothing found, Twilight packed her things and was on the train to FIllydelphia. They had a well renowned collection of hybrid lore.

As she sat in her seat, reading over the few notes of info that seemed relevant, she also levitated out a hayburger, though, along with it’s normal fillings, was stuffed with mashed potatoes and cotton candy. She just thanked the stars her pregnancy cravings didn’t have her trying to munch on gems.