Dragon Needs

The plan was set, the stage was set, and Lyra was confirmed Pregnant, which she didn’t mind. She figured she could use that as an advertisement expandment to reach out to pregnant mares. A market that, to her, was a very shallow pool, since they feared her products might harm the foals they were carrying, this was not true, and now she had the perfect chance to show them so, she just had to wait til she showed, three to four months.

Pinkie and Spike were now about to act on the plan. It was simple really, on Sunday’s Sugar Cube Corner opened an hour or so later. The reason was simple, to clean the oven. Mr. Cake always did this, so Pinkie would, with great ease, seduce and, if she wanted, which she was, give him a tease of a blow job.

Pinkie went into her position, in the kitchen with Mr. Cake, who was preparing a new batch of hay and oatmeal breakfast cookies. Spike decided to take a small peep show, watching as Pinke easily seduce the older married stallion, watching as he opened his crotch to her, a dick longer than his, that made Spike envious, emerged from Mr. Cakes crotch, Pinkie cooing to it and, gently stroking it with her hooves. He looked like he wanted to pop then and there.

Spike made his way up the stairway behind the counter, to the living area of the Cakes home, and as he passed a room, he overheard a rather interesting conversation between two specific twins.

“Are...they supposed to be like this?” Pound Cake’s voice spoke from behind the door.

“How the heck should I know?” Pumpkin's voice replied with a annoyed yet also...not quite worried, more curious tone, Spike figured. He had some time to act, so he opened the door just a crack, and saw the twins there. Young, barely teenagers, and they were looking over their sexual pieces. “I just learned about Heat last year.”

“Think colt go through something like that?”

Spike tried his best to hold a chuckle. He was still rather new to sex itself, but thanks to Lyra’s sex shop and Twilight's books on the large variety of sexual organs, he learned that males do not get a Heat like mares and other creatures do.

“I dunno. Mom and Dad had a hard enough time explaining a Heat to me.”

Spike saw and read porns with this exact situation. He began to wonder if he could make it play out any similar. He opened the door, the twins yelping as the surprise. “Spike! Wha, what brings you here?” Pumpkin asked, she and Pound trying to play it cool.

“Guys, I heard everything.” Spike said, the twins gaining some...rather adorable looks of worry.

Pound Cake gulped. “Y-you did?”

“Yeah, and it’s natural. Heck, till several months ago I didn’t really know much anything about sex.”

“Sex?” They both said in unison.

Spike gave them a deadpan look before a grin covered his face. “Well yeah, as I heard you already know what your Heat is Pumpkin, so how's about I show you and your brother what sex is?”

They both looked at each other before looking at me. “Will it be hard?” Pound asked.

Spike chuckled. This is too easy. He thought. “Depends~ Now, Pound I want you to sit up and lean your back against the bed.”

“Um...Okay?” Pound said, getting up and sitting with his back against the edge of the bed. “Like this?”

“Yes. Now, open your legs.”

“B-but my-”

“I know, trust me.”

“A...Alright.” Pound said, spreading his legs open, showing his package. His balls were small, but his dick was two inches while limp. Spike wondered how big it would grow.

“Good. Now Pumpkin, go stand over in front of your brother and kneel your muzzle to his face, but keep your flank raised high.”

“W-w-what?! That’s grose! He pees from there…”

“Just trust me, this is the only way you both can experience sex at the same time. You will be giving your brother what is known as a Blowjob and I will be inserting my penis into your mare bits.”

“Wait...sex isn’t just one thing?”

“Nope” Spike said, taking the moment to close the door. “It’s many actions that all result in both or more parties physical pleasure.”

“So...It’s fun?” Pound asked.

“Yeah. Gross fun.”

“Well...alright.” Punkin said, hesitantly walking over to her brother, and lowering her muzzle to his penis. She was grossed out, and Pound was a mix of scared and excited. His penis twitched.

“Eep! It moved!” Pumpkin said, now scared.

“It does that.” Spike said, grabbing Pumpkin’s flanks in his claws tightly. She yelped, her muzzle touching her brother’s penis as she did. Two things happened. One, Pound Cake’s penis grew to a very enviable ten inches, and Pumpkin now had her brothers penis in her mouth, the taste new to her...and desirable.

Pound cake saw his sister sucking on his penis like a lollipop...and found himself moving his upper hooves to her head to keep her there.

Spike grinned, his plan went off without a hitch, and now, his reward. He spread Pumpkin’s flanks apart, revealing her lightly dripping marehood. His own members were hard, and he inserted them without warning.

The shock of the new sensations sending waves of never before experienced pleasure though Pumpkin’s neithers and core, sent her moving forward. Pound moaned, his sisters muzzle now touching his balls, the whole of his shaft in her mouth and his tip passed the entrance to her throat.

Pound blew his first load ever down his sister’s throat and the feeling was speechless.

While pound was lost into his first ever orgasem, Spike began pounding Pumpkin Cake, her nethers soaked and squirting as orgasm after orgasm came from the Roughness of Spike’s thrusting.

Spike loved this, but knew there were bigger fish, their mother, to be precise, and came. His cum flooding the small, tight confines of Pumpkin Cake’s young neithers, the mare yelled in ecstasy, muffled by her brothers slowly limping cock still in her mouth. Spike pulled out, and Pumpkin dropped to the ground. Finally, her mouth released her brothers not limp member, with a low pop. “Best...Lesson...Ever.” She said, panting from the afterglow of her orgasms.

Spike used their bedsheets to wipe himself dry. “Work hard enough at it and you can go more than just once after climaxing.”

“How many can you go?” Pound asked.

“So far, three.” Spike said, finishing drying himself off and tossing the sheets over the twins. “Take a shower. Take it together and you might have some fun with that.” With that, Spike carefully exited the room and made his way to where Mrs. Cake would be. When he arrived though...he heard crying. He walked in, and saw Mrs. Cake crying into a pillow. “...Mrs. Cake?”

She jumped up, startled. “Spike?” She sniffled, fixing herself up and sitting right on the bed. “What, what brings you here deary?”

“Just...said hi to the twins. Why are you crying?”

Mrs. Cake was hesitant, but sighed. “I...caught Carrot Cake with Pinkie… She was giving him a blowjob and he was just...so into it…”

Uh oh… That tease must have gone on longer than planned. Damn, didn’t know Mr. Cake could hold out for so long.

“I mean, I knew he fantasized about it.” That caught Spike’s attention. “Fantasizing is one thing, but actually doing it...We’ve been married for twenty four years and...and…”

Spike sat on the bed next to Mrs. Cake, placing a claw on her back. “I guess...it’s hard. I mean, he’s been loyal to you for that long and, well, no pony is perfect. Pent of emotions or desires. A moment of weakness you can just...forget everything.” Damn...is...this what Twilight thinks of me right now...I mean, I went through so much trouble to get her pregnant and...damn...am I still me?

“I...I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t fantasized about other ponies either...even...even you Spike...:”

That snapped Spike out of his thoughts. “Wait, what? Really?”

“Well, when you were little you were so cute and then you grew up, got a bod and...I’ve always had a thing for bipeds…” She admitted with a blush. “Maybe...Since Carrot...we…”

“You wanna get even?” Mrs. Cake didn’t answer. She jumped Spike, planting a deep kiss on him while her hips were working some sort of dance over his member, and it was enjoying it. When the kiss broke, Spike lightly bit her on the neck, and grabbed her large, fat, round, jiggly plot.

“Guha. Spike. Yes. Screw me like a common whore.” Spike actually stopped and stared at her for that. “Heh, sorry, I talk dirty when I’m having sex…”

His member grew hard fast, and he wasted no time putting it inside Mrs. Cake’s experienced foal hole. She had foals already, and Spike most likely just impregnated Pumpkin Cake is she just recently had a heat, and once a mare has given birth, the heat is lessened greatly, but she remains fertile long, long after. “Wow Mrs. Cake, you’re pussy feels really good.” Spike said, Mrs. Cake doing all the work while he just squeezed her plot.

She giggled. “Why thank you Spike. It...Owe~ Feels nice to hear it from some pony, er, body else other than Carrot to be honest.”

“And your plot. So big, so soft.”

“Like it? Ever since I grew into it I felt it’s been my best feature.” She said, licking Spike’s chin playfully. “I won’t lie..Gah! I had a dragon style dildo before I met Carrot….Oh My Stars the real thing feels so, so much better!”

Mrs. Cake was slamming her large, bouncy plot on Spike’s dicks, the force of each slam growing more so slightly, and Spike was loving the sensation of a mare with a plot and knew how to use it. Pinkie has a big plot, but Mrs. Cake easily was near twice as big as hers.

Spike was actually trying to hold it in now, Mrs. Cake’s relentless assault on his dicks only getting more intense at the minutes began to pass. Mrs. Cake was a wet one though, which explained Pumpkin, soon the whole of Spike’s neithers and the bed coverings under them were soaked, drenched in Mrs. Cake’s pre cum. Her pussy’s lips were swollen, and her clittoris was winking as fast as SOS lights.

Finally, Spike needed to cum, but he wanted her to cum first. He gave her plot a tight, rough squeeze, and reached hit two longest claw tips to her anus, grabbing an end from each, shoved them in, and stretched them apart.

Mrs. Cake screamed in pleasure, her climax hitting, delivering a final soaking spray of cum onto Spike, who, in turn, shot her full or his dragon seed, the heat making Cupcake moan for a time as her climax was reaching its peak, she fell on top of his chest, painting with a smile of pure bliss across her muzzle. “Thank you...Spike…” She muttered.

“Um...Hi Dear.” Spike and Mrs. Cake jumpped up, Carrot Cake and Pinkie were standing at the doorway, Pinkie with cum on her lips and hooves rubbing her neithers, and Mr. Cake with a sad look on his face.

“Honey! We, Um...You saw…?”

“Yes...and I know you saw me and Pinkie…”

Mrs. Cake got off of of Spike, an audible pop as she got off of him, cum dripping out of her neithers. “Yeah...I was just...crying and Spike came and saw me...we talked and...things quickly lead to another…”

“Heh, I know… Look, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t.”

“Wha?”

“Look. I get it now...Temptations and desires. I always figured when you find the one you love that all goes away but...It doesn’t. Hun, like you fantasize about younger mares, I fantasize about other stallions...and a mare or two...but even after this...what Spike and I did...after what you did, I’d be a hypocrite to say I don’t still love you.”

“I still love you too hun. Always have.”