Dragon Needs

A day had passed since Spike knocked up Pinkie. It would be a time before she showed, but her heat feeling already being gone was a sure sign that Pinkie was already pregnant. The two managed to set up shop in the basement of Lyra’s sex shop. While the shop was only open when she wasn’t off to play her lyre at concerts, it kept her more afloat than her musical career sometimes. While the basement was used for storage everything was still in boxes, so it was easy to move things around and set up a table. Pinkie used her files on everypony she has ever thrown a party for to help set up both a scale model version of Ponyville, and to help determine who would be the best candidates for Spike’s “mission”.

“Okay, so I took your list and remodeled it, expanded upon it and made it better all in all.” Pinkie said, pulling out several files, each containing a mare within Ponyville’s picture, and their names. “Easiest, aside from me~ is Mrs. Cake.”

“Wait, really?” Spike asked, confused.

“Lyra told me about the porns you bought, and the most recent ones. So, I figure we can black,ale Mr. Cake.”

“How? Aren’t they like, the perfect couple?”

“On the surface Spikey, you forget, I live with them. Mr. Cake is a good husband, but he has weakness like any other.”

“...Are you saying…?”

“Yepper pepper. He thinks I don’t know, but I know all of what he does around me when he thinks I’m not looking.”

“...Like?”

“Like his cupcakes to me~”

“Huh?”

Pinkie giggled. “Every so often Mr. Cake gives me a special cupcake. Bakes it himself. He says it’s for doing a good job, but I know the taste of sperm when it hits my tongue.”

Spike’s eyes shot wide open at hearing that. Mr. Cake would shoot his own cum onto and/or into her cupcakes. The mear thought, the mental image of Mr. Cake jerking off till he came, making sure every string and drop landed on the cupcake, then watching Pinkie eat it...his member grew hard in under two seconds. “Wha-what else did he do?”

“Oh so much. Sometimes when I’m in the bathroom pooping I hear this light tick. Turns out, there’s a hole just above the pooper. The room above that is the Cake’s bedroom, there’s a rug covering it, right at a corner. Hehe. Also, he watches me sleep. At first it was just creepy but I got into it, he often jerked off over me and when he came it was always into either my toilet or into a cup, probably to use for a cupcake to give to me.”

Spike was now full on masterbating now, imaging Pinkie asleep in bed, and replacing Mr. Cake with himself in the scenario, cumming as hot thick strings of his Droal batter covered the pink mare as she slept. Pinkie merely chuckled as she saw this, pondering her options. She could suck him off, let him cum all over her belly like how she figures Mr. Cake wants to do, or let him fuck her foal pipes again...or maybe her backdoor. It had been a while since she last had it stretched out.

As Spike’s needs grew he began to wonder if he sould grab Pinkie now and screw her like yesterday, or something. All he knew now was, he needed to screw.

Pinkie noticed this, and decided to play it out a bit longer. “Cum is rather tasty. Mr. Cake’s cum, like any, is salty but also has a slight vanilla aftertaste, and a texture like that goo the comes in some candy. Other cum I’ve tasted have similar tastes, save for Big Mac’s, his cum tastes like apple sauce at the end. Texture is around the same as applesauce too. Compared to most mare cum stallion cum is always thicker, though, Vinyls mare cum is thicker than any other i’ve had, mare cum usually has a water texture but hers is more of a flat soda texture. Taste is nice too, most mare cum tastes like either salty water or sweet-salty water, her’s tastes like cider for some reason, it’s good all the same, hehe, makes me understand why Octavia stays with her.”

As Spike was about to pounce on Pinkie, who had hooves open for the drake to do so, the door leading up to the main shop here. “Hey, don’t mind me I’m just picking up more Chocolate flavored lube for the-” Lyra walked in on Pinkie and Spike, the two a leg's length from one another. Spike and Pinkie both exchanged glances, a knowing nod they shared as Pinkie pounced first, tackling and dragging Lyra next to the table. “Hey!” Was all Lyra could say before Pinkie raised her plot over the mare’s face, sat on her, her lips pushed open and stretched by Lyra’s muzzle. Pinkie went down rather far, her pussy eating nearly half of Lyra’s face before she went up and down, using the mare’s face and muzzle like a dildo, which, ironically enough, were in a box in front of her.

“Her lower half if all yours Spike!” Pinkie said, lust and heat echoing in her tone as she rode Lyra’s luzzle. She opened one of the boxes in front of her with the dildos in it, taking a large, thick griffin style one and pouring almost a whole bottle of lube on it, then shoved it all the way up her poop shoot, her anus stretching out and swallowing it without hesitation or resistance. Spike’s member had never been harder when it disappeared into the endless abyss that seems to be Pinkie’s anus.

Spike didn’t need to be told twice. Using two claws, he placed one on each of Lyra’s vaginal lips. Lyra’s legs twitched, trying to close. Spike used his free arm and a leg to spread them open wide. He then used the claws he still had on her vaginal lips and used them to spread them open. Lyra’s legs twitched like mad, her top legs trying to lift Pinkie’s bottom off of her face. Her whole head was drenched in the pink mare’s juices, and Spike saw some juices of Lyra’s were starting to drip.

Spike would normally go for a little foreplay, tickle her a bit, maybe even lick her, but his dick wanted a release, and it wanted it now. He then used both arms to hold her legs open and rammed his penis into her snatch. Lyra yelped, her voice muffled by Pinkie’s ever wet and stretchy pussy, sent vibrations into her womb, making Pinkie moan in ecstasy.

Spike pushed more into Lyra’s foal pipes, not pulling out and ramming back in, just pushing in, even though he was already hilted, be kept pushing in, trying to get in deeper. As Spike kept applying the force into her nethers, Lyra’s withers reacted by soaking, and therefore lubing their connected crotches, allowing him to get in just a few more millimeters. As this happened Spike noticed that Lyra was no longer trying to take Pinkie off of her, but in fact was not holding her down, and occasionally spanking her. There was now a puddle of Pinkie’s mare cum under Lyra’s head on the ground.

As she spanked the pink mare’s thick, jiggly flank, Spike saw her layers of fat move like when you drop a pebble into a still pond. Spike came right then and there into Lyra’s foal maker, cum spilling out of her snatch. As Spike pulled out, happy, but not quite satisfied, he heard the loud scream of Pinkie cumming, her juices squirting out like a hole in the side of an inflatable pool. The muffled cries of Lyra were shot into Pinkie’s womb yet again, making the pink mare’s orgasme last that much longer. Finally, Pinkie, panting like a dog, even having her tongue out, shakily stood up. Lyra’s face was as soaked as the rest of her head if not more.

She was also panting, tongue out also, eyes looking around. “You know...If you wanted to...Fuck...You just...had to ask…” Lyra said in between huffs.