Author's Note

Special thanks to Elsaack for the revival.

Chapter 8: Sleepy Time

Spike sighed as he sat by the window and watched the rain fall. The storm had picked back up and even began to produce some lightning. He wondered why the Pegasi scheduled such a storm. He was in the guest bedroom for now, Applebloom, Applejack, and Scootaloo were all probably asleep, leaving just Big Mac and Fluttershy awake. And soon it will only be Big Mac awake once that special tea of hers took effect. He thought about the last few months all the mare’s he’d fucked and impregnated. Just today he’d added two beautiful young mares to his herd of mothers to be. He thought about the events to come. He would be a father, a father of so many younglings.

”Hehe~ Mac, you’re such a tease!” Spike could hear the muffled voice of Fluttershy through the wall.

”Well what can ah say? Ah married a lovely little mare, who has my foal inside her. Can ya blame me for getting aroused?” Big Mac spoke.

“Surprised they are still up. Thought Fluttershy would be out by now.” Spike said to himself, keeping a low voice and listening in on the two through the wall.

”Are you gonna, you know…do me while I’m asleep again?”

”Heh, you know you like it too. Every morning after you sing so lovely in the bath.”

There was a faint flutter of giggles. ”You know me too well, just be gentle, okay honey? The baby is five months along and the doctor said if we were to keep up our sex lives it has to be gentle, or we might risk the baby’s safety.”

”Ah will Shy, now take your tea, and in the morning ah promise to make your bath with that lavender bubble bath ya love so much.”

”And little bits of rose petals floating in it?"

"Of course love."

There was the muffled sounds of laughter and some kisses before things became silent. Spike sat in thought. He wondered if after all this, would the mares he laid be like how Fluttershy is with Mac? He imagined how far along Twilight must be, larger and round. His first time was with his mother/big sister figure, and now she carries his brood. The thought got Spike erect, but also made him wonder where she was these last few months. Most likely looking for answers regarding halfbreeds, dragon courtship, and all that before confronting him about this self imposed task Spike created for himself.

He knew Twilight pretty well, and thinking back realized the reason she gave him a first hoof experience in sex was probably due to her own repressed sexual urges and fantasies. Her private collection, which she’d kept in a securely locked room in the basement of Golden Oaks and now in the Castle of Friendship hidden in the tallest tower, locked behind chains, spells and with enough alarm spells to make a fly think twice should have tipped Spike off much sooner In life.

After a while, Big Mac entered the room. "She's asleep Spike." He said with a smile.

"Perfect." Spike spoke with desire evident in his voice.

Spike carefully followed Big Mac to his and Fluttershy’s room. The mare laid blissfully asleep on the bed, sheets pulled back giving Spike a lovely view of her gravid figure. She knew what was coming, so she had made sure to fall asleep on her back, her large, rounded belly glowing heavenly in the light of the lantern. Her front hooves crossed innocently over her sleeping form, but her rear legs rested spread wide open, giving all in the room a view of her marehood, a lovely light pink slit that glistened with anticipation. Spike’s members were already as full mast as he was taking in the view. Sleepily, Fluttershy gave a lustful moan, sweet naughty dreams already taking form in her mind, making her pussy wink in excitement.

Spike nearly rushed atop the mare, ready to plow and flood every hole in her gorgeous sleeping form with his seed. But Big Mac held the drake back with a hoof on his tail, making him yelp. “Easy there partner, don’t go rushing in, she’s a sensitive mare, and pregnant. Ya gotta go easy, slow-like to make sure she enjoys the play as much as you will.”

"Right…never been with a pregnant mare before. Can't be as rough as when I'm with Pinkie or Lyra,or…any of the rest." Spike thought, looking back over to the sleeping mare. "And…how do I do that?"

Big Mac smiled. "Come on." He said, walking Spike over to Fluttershy. He set his front legs on the bed next to her, leaning in and giving her belly a gentle kiss. “Ya have to make sure she is really enjoying it.”

“I’ll make sure she enjoys every moment of it.” Spike nodded with a smile, his heart winning that battle against his instincts.

“If ya make her cum first, she’ll be even more sensitive for ya. And even in her sleep, she’s a moaner.” Mac said with a laugh. “Go on, give her a taste.”

“Hope she’s ready for this.” Spike licked his lips in growing lust.

Spike took his spot at the end of the bed, gently taking one of Shy’s legs in each paw. He breathed in deeply her scent, musky in response to her wet dreams, sweet yet citrusy. Finally, he reached out with his long snakelike tongue and licked the edge of her vaginal lips. Fluttershy’s sleeping form gave an unconscious shiver, worrying Spike a bit.

“Heh, don’t worry, she does that. Normally she’s a light sleeper, but that tea get’s her real deep into it. You don’t have to worry about waking her up.” Mac said.

“Good, cause I’m gonna get real deep in her.” Spike punned badly due to feeling a bit awkward despite his excitement.

Carefully, Spike gave another lick, this time along the middle of the entrance to Shy’s moist caverns. He heard her shudder, and finally got her flavor on his tongue. A light musk with a faint berry taste. He moved in more, getting his lips almost right on top of Fluttershy’s and slid his tongue inside, slowly letting it explore as far back as it could go. The whole while Fluttershy was moaning, her face lit up into a cherry red blush as she began breathing heavier.

Spike’s tongue felt around the walls of Fluttershy’s foal tunnel as it traveled deeper in, savoring the flavor inside. Finally though, as Spike’s tongue was reaching its limit in length, it hit something firm but still soft and fleshy at the end. Fluttershy moaned out fairly loudly in response, her lips forming a pleasant smile as her breathing kept a fairly quick pace.

“Get her nice and wet now, take it slow and steady.” Mac informed him while giving Fluttershy a nuzzle along her neck.

Spike only nodded given his tongue was still firmly inside the pregnant mares ever moistening nethers.

Slowly, Spike began making clockwise licks inside Fluttershy’s tunnel, her moans and gasps increasing as she clenched around Spike’s tongue. Spike was a dragon though, even though his tongue was thin it was strong, and he pushed back, making her marehood stretch and release more juices. Soon they were leaking out and onto the sheets. Grinning, Spike pressed his lips against Fluttershy’s vaginal lips, kissing her and slurping up a mouthful of her mare cum.

In response Fluttershy moaned louder and began panting harder. Her tongue stuck out and drool forming along the side of her mouth. He removed his tongue, swallowing what he took in. “Nice job, but she ain’t cum yet.” Mac said.

“I’m not done yet, not by a long shot.” Spike said with a cocky grin.

With more oomph, Spike pressed his lips against Fluttershy’s marehood and sent his tongue into her, pushing against the end of her tunnel with force. The sleeping mare nearly screamed out in pleasure as now he began licking her inside with far more vigor and speed than before. As he did this, he saw her winking clit right in front of his nose and grinned, pulling his lips off ofher and then using his upper lips to press down on the small winking bulb.

Suddenly, Spike’s head was trapped in the pregnant mare’s legs as she came right into his mouth, sweet liquid euphoria flooded his mouth and down his throat. At least what didn’t spill out into the sheets. After some time, Fluttershy loosened her legs and Spike pulled away, taking in a breath of air.

“Not bad, huh?” Big Mac asked. “Cums a lot for a mare her size.”

“Oh yeah…” Spike panted at the scent of Fluttershy’s musk in the air.

“So, ready for the main course?” Mac asked, his wife’s cherry red face panting happily,still surprisingly asleep. That tea of Zecora’s was strong.

“I’m more than ready.” Spike licked his lips hungrily at the thought of the main course.

Spike stood up against the end of the bed, his dual cocks ready as he carefully pulled the mare to him, taking her rump in his grip. The mare squeaked. Carefully, Spike put both rods into the mare, sliding into the presoaked tunnel. Fluttershy made something akin to a laughing, purring sound as Spike slid in, his longer top penis barely reaching the end of her insides as the lower one stretched her entrance nice and wide. Spike felt her soft and velvety depths. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.

“Keep it slow, alright? Trust me, learning to pace yourself in this makes all the difference in her enjoyment, and yours.” Mac said.

“Kind of...hard to.” Spike growled, continuing to fight back the instinctual urge to roughly breed the sleeping mare.

“Ah know. So just count. Five second to pull out, three to push in, alright?”

“Easier...said than done…” Spike growled, biting his lower lip to keep his mind clear enough for the count. “Damn...dragon instincts…” He grumbled.

As Spike struggled, he tried to focus on other things. Thinking back to his childhood. How when he threw a tantrum as a toddler, Twilight held him in her magic until he counted with her from one to ten until he calmed down. It often worked then and Spike had ended up doing it on his own much of his life whenever angered.

“Alright…” Spike started as he softly held Fluttershy, counting to himself as he started to pull out and go back in. “I...think I got it…” He said, finding his slower pace. The sensation was far better than rapid, forceful rutting. He better felt every inch of his rod rubbing against the insides of Fluttershy’s wet tunnel rather than his usual wild thrusting in an attempt to reach her furthest inner depths.

As Spike kept his measured pace the juices flowing from Fluttershy’s neithers soaked the sheets at the end of the bed. Tomorrow they’d definately need replacing, maybe even the mattress washed too. Big Mac was enjoying the show greatly, giving his wife gentle kisses across her lips, cheeks, and neck, adding to the mare’s enjoyment. He moved down towards her belly, carefully and lovingly rubbing it and planting kisses across the rounded form where his foal grew.

Spike couldn’t take it anymore, in a more forced rut deep inside Fluttershy, a load of his hot cum flowed from his dual members into her needy nethers. As fast as it was pumped in the overflow leaked out, dripping down the sheets to the floor where a healthy mix of Fluttershy’s own sexy juices puddled. Panting, Spike pulls out, the flow of his cum now like a dam bursting as the hot white cream escapes the mare.

Spike took a seat, resting on the bed near Shy's head. Taking his chance Big Mac got up behind Shy, his own hard member twitching as he kept it just a few millimeters from the wet and creamed entrance to her pussy. "Might as well, while she's still tender and lubed up." Slow and steady, Big Mac inserted the tip of his member into his wifes well fucked foal hole.

The sleeping mare twitched and made the noises of a filly whose mind was drowned in enough pleasure and hormones that all she craved was more. Reaching the hilt, Mac sighed as his sleeping, twitching wife enjoyed the larger, familiar newcomer to her insides. Spike knew while he was good, Mac was the expert.

Slowly, like how he told Spike, Big Mac began thrusting in and out, five seconds to pull out, which still left a little over half his rod inside the mare, and three to force it back in, each time Spike could tell, the sensation was one Shy enjoyed and craved. He was a little jealous, Big Mac’s equipment being larger, wider, thicker…But, he had the advantage of having two, while one was smaller by a little bit, two meant he could rut two holes, or pump much more cum into his mates.

Spike decided to watch, seeing the large stallion gently, yet firmly rutting his sleeping wife. Drool poured from Shy’s mouth as Big Mac reached deep inside her post fucked pussy. “Heh, wow, I’ve rutted her after cumming inside her before, always makes her loose and wet, but wow. Fuckin her after she’s been rutted without having to do it beforehoof, feels just as great and I still have all my energy.” Mac said, grunting as his pace sped up. Not by much, now four seconds pulling out and two pushing it all back in.

“Heh, happy to help.” Spike said, looking at Shy's face. Her face was so flushed her coat looked red, the smile on her lips wide as her mouth was open, drool and pants mixed with moans and squeals of delight and pure, unfiltered bliss. “Hey, does she…work her tongue when she’s out cold?”

Big Mac laughed. “Instinctively. Took my by surprise the first few times but damn is it nice. I usually leave that last to clean up, so help yourself.”

Nodding, Spike got on his knees, his members soaked in cum, his and Fluttershy’s. Carefully he brought them closer to the wide open maw of hers, and once the tips entered them her lips closed around them, sucking as her tongue left no surface of his members unlicked, cleaning the cum off of him. Spike’s members grew hard instantly as he pushed both in, forcing his hilt against Fluttershy’s muzzle.

The sleeping mare’s tongue was fast, faster than he imagined possible for a mare unconscious. Muscle memory is a hell of a thing. All too soon both of his members were cleaned of cum but now were soaked in spit, Shy’s mouth keeping them inside while her tongue caressed both like it was massaging them, somehow knowing just where to lick and where to stroke along them.

Spike didn’t last long, not knowing exactly what to do so he left his rods inside the mare’s mouth, letting her work them over until he climaxed again, pumping her maw full of cum. Her cheeks puffed out some and a little even leaked out the edges of her mouth, but rapidly her swallows downed the flood of cum into her gullet, cleaning the last of the newly released spunk off Spike’s rods yet again before her lips loosened and Spike could pull out.

Spike backed up, getting to the floor and taking a seat. “Wow…Just, wow.” He breathed, not believing the experience he just had.

Big Mac laughed, thrusting faster til he rammed hard into Fluttershy, pumping his own large load into the mare’s already flooded tanks before pulling out and taking his cum covered rod to Fluttershy’s mouth, earning the same level of cleaning Spike received. Spike was amazed Fluttershy’s mouth could take him all the way to the hilt. Mac groaned, enjoying it. And like Spike pumping his load down her throat, and given the length Big Mac had that was quite possibly exactly where his tip was pumping down, before pulling out. “Heh, told ya.” Big Mac said, finally taking rest and laying next to Fluttershy. “Heh, thanks Spike. Been wanting that for years.” He said, wrapping hooves around Fluttershy’s belly as the sleeping mare cuddled closer into the large stallion.

Spike nodded. “Happy to oblige. If we can we should definitely do this again.” He said, taking his leave, but not before taking one more look at the two. The bedsheets were horribly stained and covered in cum, same as the floor. Yet like his blissfully unaware wife, Big Mac paid it, or the smell, no mind as the two now enjoyed one another's company.

With a sigh Spike closed the door behind him, walking to the guest room only to stop at the door emblazoned with a familiar shield with a wing and lightning bolt on it. Slowly, he opened the door, seeing the large bed with fluffy sheets. In the center was the purple mane and orange coat of Scootalo sleeping peacefully. Big beds are meant for two, Spike thought. So, might as well.

Slowly entering and closing the door behind him Spike got next to the bed, lifting the covers and getting inside. As Spike got comfy he nearly yelped at the young mare’s voice. “So how was my mom?” Before Spike could reply, the Pegasus spun around, latching all four hooves around his body and keeping him there. “You smell like cum.”

Nervously, Spike chuckled. “Heh, that obvious?”

“That, and the moaning was much louder tonight compared to other nights.” Scootaloo said, resting her muzzle against Spike’s chest. The drake tensed, but soon found himself wrapping both arms around Scootaloo, gently pressing her against himself. She spoke again, slightly muffled by his chest, “So, who was better?”

Spike thought about that. He’d had sex with many mares, and each one was a unique experience. Pinkie was fast, wild and definitely not an experience one would forget. Lyra who was not as creative as Pinkie Pie but just as experienced and perverted. He hadn’t gotten a chance to really get to know any of the other mares that well yet. Applebloom had certainly gotten into it after he popped her cherry, Mrs. Cake offered ample soft curves to squeeze. Twilight had been an outpouring of sexual energy the first time, and even asleep she had been vocal in her enjoyment.

Scootaloo was inexperienced, and let Spike do just about all the work, but her tight grip around him was amazing and could easily last a few rounds before growing loose and soft. Fluttershy was experienced, soft yet still firm and tight until the first few orgasems, and her mouth play. Well, that was another area Spike would love to explore, and maybe help teach Scootaloo about.

“Hard to say.” Spike said. “Comparing sex partners to me is like comparing gems. Yeah some taste better than others but they all have their own flavors, textures and consistencies that make each unique and enjoyable in their own way.” Spike said.

Scootaloo laughed. “Cheesy scaredy cat.” She laughed. “Know any good teachers? Not my parents?”

“Pinkie and Lyra.”

“Good, cause next time I’ll make you enjoy me way more than any other mares you’ve been with.” Scootaloo said, resting against him.

Spike soon joined her, enjoying the now quiet night as the events of the day finally took their toll and he fell into blissful slumber.

Twilight huffed. Her trip to Manehatten was so far a failure. All she discovered here about Dragon mating habits and rituals was that female dragons are picky about their mates but once they make a choice viciously lay their claim to the male. The male at this point becomes violently protective of the female, feeding her high grade metals and gems to help form the eggs shell before they lay them. After that the two spend the incubation period for the egg to hatch hidden away in their hordes, protecting the egg and making sure conditions were just right.

“Oh, Princess Sparkle!”

And then there was Gaillard, a griffon. He is a nice Griff, but he kept distracting Twilight from her research, taking her to sightsee or would ramble on and on about his travels to far off lands and exotic places. She didn’t understand why she kept listening to him or letting him drag her along to places. The princess first encountered the avian feline while looking between the various libraries of Manehattan. He spotted her going between them and was intrigued to meet an Alicorn, and a princess. At first she tried to ignore him, blushing every time he popped up, but while she tried, she failed to keep him away.

Starting with helping the pregnant mare gather books and bringing her food when she’d forget to leave for meals. It wasn’t long til he was able to occasionally drag her away from the books to museums, tours of factories and, of course, the sea. He learned quickly the sea air helped her dreaded morning sickness, which she was very thankful for. He even managed to get her to let him help bathe her once.

The moment he started talking she’d listen, but she’d get stuck on his intelligent, predatory eyes. His sharp, glossy beak, his talons, so rough and sharp yet gentle when he took her hoof or rubbed her back. His feathers, so well kept they reflected the sunlight and accentuated his toned, well built figure, the figure of a predator. The body of a lion and an eagle, something so alien yet so…fascinating, to the alicorn. “Yes Gaillard?” She asked, eyes locked on his.

The Griffon chuckled. He knew that look, many a Pony mares found him desirable, most didn’t know why and others knew exactly. Twilight, he knew, fell into the prior category. She practically molested him with her eyes but was in denial. He enjoyed it and would tease her about it often. He was not a picky griffon, a willing mate was a willing mate. Pony, Griffon, Minotaur, Changeling, male or female, he was adventurous in many things. Twilight, a stunning and petite Alicorn, her manner prim and proper but her swelling belly advertising hidden passions. In this mare, he saw an adventure.

“It is time to get your head out of these books and back into the world, a princess like yourself must see and explore the world. Broaden your horizons, gain some street smarts to balance out all those book smarts,” He took her hoof, the Princess quickly turning a deep red shade. “Make some…treasured memories.”

It was a full five minutes before Twilight pulled herself away, but wished she didn’t. His touch filled her with…excitement. “Gaillard, I need to learn more about this. Ponies and Dragons, I need to…understand exactly what it is…what will this foal be. There’s so…little to go off of. I know halfbreeds are uncommon but, I had no idea they were this rare research-wise.”

Gaillard sighed, in the weeks he knew Twilight since she arrived in the city, she was driven by worry and fear. She needed to live, to know that all things in life work out in the end. He smiled, knowing just what to do. “Then, my sweet, why not go visit the Kirin village? Ever since your friends gave them back their voices and helped establish trade to their kingdom I have heard many a story from tourists and travelers that they claim to descend from generations of Dragons and Ponies mating into a new race.”

Twilight looked up at him. Her books were going nowhere…but that would make sense. From what Applejack and Flutershy told her, the Kirins were basically Ponies, but their backs, and the middle of their muzzles were covered in scales similar to those of Dragons, and their horns were often compared to the horns some dragons grow. Add to this their affinity and resistance to fire, they very well could be the product of such interbreeding.

“I…never thought about it. So little is known and their written language is different…but spoken language isn’t. Yes. Yes, I can ask a Kirin and if this is true then it means I can learn about how Kirin babies are born to ensure this foal is born safely.”

Gaillard smiled, knowing that this bit of information would calm many of her worries. Twilight, to his surprise, hugged him.

As she did, Twilight squeezed around Gaillard tightly, the scent was like nothing she’d experienced before. Musk, but also a warmth, his feathers perfect against the cold of the high flying altitudes. He smelled strongly masculine and she breathed in deeply, shuddering lightly as she exhaled.

Gaillard smiled, knowing this hug, that shudder and blissful smile. This was the hug of a mare who was attracted to the exotic, the different and even dangerous. As a Pony, a prey race, desiring him as a predator.

He chuckled, patting her head. This snapped the pregnant, hormonally horny princess out of her stupor.

Twilight laughed, her blush again a deep red. “Hehe, well, I, uh…Thank you, Gaillard, I’ll be off them.” Twilight said, quickly taking leave.

As she exited the library she could hear the scrapes and taps of sharp, well kept claws against the ground. She shivered at the sound, knowing Gaillard was following. It was a sound she knew all too well since she arrived in Manehattan and it was a sound she actively looked out for… and was happy to hear. She said nothing, letting the Griffon follow her. She unconsciously added more of a swing to her hips. After all, a pregnant mare should never travel alone, a pregnant Alicorn princess should definitely never travel alone. For protection.

As Gaillard followed behind the princess, the faint scent of a fragrance he knew all too well flowed right into his nostrils. The scent of arousal, and as a Griffon of opportunity, he would follow that scent anywhere. Especially the mate giving it off.