Dragon Needs

by BioQuillFiction

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Drama, Spike, Sex, Main 6
Length: 36146

Spike has now become of age where he his noticing all the females around him in a new perspective. Too bad Dragons have needs ponies can't fully satisfy.

Spike has now become of age where he his noticing all the females around him in a new perspective. Too bad Dragons have needs ponies can't fully satisfy. So here's his quest to breed any mare he sees.

Warning: Some Chapters will contain rape, don't hate, I just write the fics.
Also Pregnancy, lots of pregnancy, a Twilight wandering around pregnant to learn about dragon pregnancies, and a horny teen dragon on the hunt for every mare he can see to fill.

Now containing Foalacon, incest, (To be added)

Commissioned by: Akataja

Published 2017-11-05 15:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2022-05-18 02:45:22 UTC

Chapter 1: Mother Knows Best...

Growing up among Ponies, Spike never learned much about his dragon heritage. Even after becoming friends with Dragon Lord Ember, he was still largely in the dark. When his teenage years hit, he wondered exactly what changes would transpire. It was a normal day, like many others. Spike had gotten up, brushed his teeth, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

He grabbed the mixing bowl, pouring in the flour, sugar, milk, and eggs and grabbed the beater to mix them all together into pancake batter. From there he began to cook them in small circles, another pan frying hay bacon and eggs. He found it odd, hay bacon. It was a pony replacement for the predators and omnivores regular bacon, tasting near the same as the real deal, with a lighter, crispier texture than it’s meat origins. It was a hashbrown made from hay rather than shredded potatoes, to put it bluntly, but tasted good all the same.

Once two plates of pancakes covered in syrup and a square of butter with hay bacon and eggs were made he placed them on the dining table as Twilight walked in. When spike saw her, two things came to mind, the first being that she just got out of bed, as her mane was wild and half seemed to think it was Pinkie’s as half of it was up in the air. The second...was his inability to stop looking towards her plot. He kept staring at the curves, the shape...the wiggle it made as she trotted. “Spike?” Twilight said, still half dazed.

“Huh, what?” Spike said, snapping out of his trance.

“I said are you alright, you looked kinda spaced out there.” Twilight asked, concern on her face.

“Y...yeah I’m fine. Just...spaced out.” He said, taking his seat as did Twilight. “So, just get out of bed?”

“Yeah.” Twilight said with a yawn. “Was having a good dream. So, gonna do anything later?”

“Was gonna walk around town for a while then come home and do some cleaning. What about you?”

“I’ll be heading towards town hall for a bit before reviewing some documents Princess Luna asked me to go over.”

“Taxes?”

“Yeah.”

“You know she gives you all that work so she can just play video games right?”

“Yeah, but I like to crunch numbers and she repays me in lovley dreams and rare editions of books.” Twilight admitted, taking a bite out of the pancakes.

Spike smiled and rolled his eyes. “Anything for rare books huh?”

“Not Anything but for me, crunching numbers and getting rare books for it, it’s a win win for both Luna and I.”

“Heh, true enough.” Spike said, finishing off the eggs and hay bacon and starting on the pancakes. “How long is that gonna take you?”

“It’s the Crown’s and Canterlot’s tax forms from every noble house, so most of the day. It’s just checking for anomalies and inconsistencies in the forms compared to the houses income.”

“So, talking about eighty percent of Canterlot.”

Twilight chuckled. “Probably.” Twilight said, taking the last bite of her meal. “I’m gonna clean up a bit then head out.”

“Have fun.” Spike laughed a bit as Twilight left, his eyes catching her plot yet again, each jiggle from every hoofstep making his usual purple scales turn a shade of red. When she turned the corner, her jiggling plot vanishing around the corner snapped him out of his hypnotic state. “...What was that all about?” He pondered, finishing his plate and putting both his and Twilight’s in the sink before leaving.

Once outside, Spike took his usual road through town, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight. He looked up at the sky, seeing the Pegasus move clouds around. As he walked around he kept looking up at the sky and didn’t notice until a certain pink mare bounced into him, the two tumbling over. “Oh, Sorry Spike!” Pinkie yelped, jumping off the young drake.

“Ugh, what’s the rush Pinkie?” Spike questioned, dizzily getting up.

“Just got a major shipment of party supplies. I have a lot of trips to make to get it all into my party planning cave.”

“Heh, should have guessed.” Spike said, shaking his head and clearing his vision. When his vision became focused again he looked at the pink pony, who at his teen hight stood at about his upper chest. He was Big Mac’s height, his mohawk like scales on his head down his back making him slightly higher than the red stallion. He could see most of her body from his height...and much like Twilight, his eyes caught the large, round, bouncy pink mass that was her plot. “S...so uh...You best get going.” Spike said, stepping to the side.

Pinkie merely smiled, jumping up and down the road. Spike watched...seeing her large, bouncy plot go up, and down with the motions...then...he saw her tail fly up when she went down on a jump. His eyes seeing a large, open light pink hole, with red lips open and a red nub sticking out from the bottom.

Spike’s eyes went wide, not just from the sight, but also from his body’s reaction. His penis went hard. That never happened to him before, not even when he would pee.

Not knowing what to do, Spike ran back to Twilight’s castle, a dust trail up in the air as he ran back home.

Once inside, Spike sat down on his bed in his room. It still hadn't gone done, and neither had the image of what he saw out of his head. “What is going on?” He muttered, taking a long look at his hardened penis. It looked drastically different than normal, aside from being long, at least nine inches, and hard, there was somehow, what he could only describe as a second, smaller penis somehow coming out from underneath his normal one, the second one at seven inches, both covered in what looked like spikes, but were soft, and made from flesh and not bone. Their tips looked like a sharp point, but Spike reached out to touch it, to see if it was, and it was soft, like touching the tip of a piece of hay.

...It also sent a feeling though his body when he touched it...and he liked the feeling.

“Ugh...is it supposed to be touched?” He said to himself, grabbing it in his claws, that newfound, enjoyable tingle went through him again. He then tried moving his claws up and down, still gripping onto both penisis. “OOoohhh~” He moaned, the tingle intensifying as he rubbed harder. He kept rubbing harder and harder, the feeling, the tingling, no, the pleasure, Spike realized what it was, a goofy smile as his penis felt like it was about to explode.

“Spike, I saw you run back home on my- WHAT IN CELESTIA’S NAME?!” Twilight yelled as she entered Spike’s room, seeing Spike in the...act.

Spike froze, claw still around both penises as his mother figure entered his room. “Uhhh…”

“I mean, Spike, I know you are a teenager now, but come on!” Twilight ranted. It was not even five minutes since Twilight caught him masterbating, as she explained, and even though it was natural, as she explained, it was also wrong to do. Spike just sat there, penis still hard, a boner, she also explained, still wanting attention, sensations. “What do you have to say for yourself Spike?” Twilight asked, giving him a glare.

“...What can I say?” He spoke up, turning Twilight’s expression from mad to confused. “I mean, you never gave me a talk, any warnings, and even though I talk with Ember nothing like this ever came up… I was in the blind Twilight…”

Twilight’s ears drooped. It was true, despite Equestria’s relations with dragons being improved thanks to Spike’s past actions, a lot was still unknown, including their maturity and how it affects them. She began to feel bad. She had no information about dragon teenage years, maturities, not much, just that dragons and ponies can produce offspring and that was about it. She looked at Spike, feeling guilty for being curious about his biology.

She then saw his penis, it was very different from a pony males. She’s seen them in books...and a few times in person. She wondered what it must be like, feeling such an alien appendage inside her withers… “Well...I suppose I’m partly to blame, I never warned you about puberty or...male stuff. For so long you’ve just been my little Spike, my number one assistant that...I forget you’re growing up, and you’re a completely different species so...I don’t know much about what you’re body is growing up into...But…”

Spike lifted his head, confused at seeing Twilight’s face red. “But…?” he asked.

Twilight then trotted up to him, quickly wrapping her fetlock around his top penis, making Spike nearly jump and turn his normally purple scaled face to a deep red. “I can give you a crash course in...sex ED…” Twilight said, her face turning the same red as Spike.

She rubbed his penis with her fetlock at an evin pace. It was a lighter hold than Spike’s clase did, but her fur around her fetlock made up for that and more, tickling his penis and making it feel like it was about to burst again. “I can tell from your face, you feel like something wants to come out?” She asked, a smile across her face. She saw Spike nod, his long, snake like tongue falling out. “It’s called an ejaculation. As a male, you produce something known as sperm, or cum. When it’s ejaculated into a mare, or dragonesses reproductive system, simply called a Vagina, during certain times of the year, it fertilizes eggs in their womb, and for ponies, foals grow, for dragonesses, an egg forms around the fertilized egg and then she lays it, and then cute little baby dragons like you pop out.”

Spike listened with great interest, especially about the part when sperm makes babies...something about that made him excited.

Twilight then let go of Spike’s penis, and simply played with it’s tip with her Hoof. “But sex isn’t just about reproduction, it’s also a more...personal and intimate way of having fun. So that’s why there are condoms, creams, and spells to prevent pregnancy.” Twilight said, sticking out her tongue and licking the length of both his penisis.

Spike nearly blew his cum out right then. “Gah! Twilight~” Spike moaned, his brain turning off all his other senses, at that moment, it was just him, twilight, and his penis.

Twilight giggled. “Some mares will take your penis, also called a cock, into their mouths. That’s called a blowjob. Many stallions find it pleasing, and some mares like the taste, but it helps if the male keeps good hygiene.” Twilight said as she climbed up onto him, looking Spike right in the face as she lit her horn up, casting a protection spell. “And now...for the most basic, yet fun, sex there is.” Then, Spike’s cock felt wet, tight, warm, and tingly all at once. Twilight sat on it, taking both in at the same time. “Oooohhhh~” She moaned. “Spike, they feel amazing! It’s like having two dildos in me at once!”

“A what?” Spike asked, feeling his cock ready to burst.

“Ooohhhh, I’ll tell you later, just fuck me, now! Move your hips up and down!” Spike did as told, Twilight now screaming in pleasure as Spike grunted, his cock ready to burst in her tight, hot, wet vagina. “Oh! Oh yes! Right there! Fuck my pussy! Harder!”

Spike sped up his thrusting, making Twilight’s tongue hang out like his did as she gained a goofy expression also. He kept this up for as long as he could, both his cocks feeling ready to blow.

Finally, Spike could hold it in no longer, he came, cum filling up Twilight’s pussy. Twilight gave one last cry of ecstasy, her insides filling up with hot cum, making her feel like she was melting. Both of Spike’s Penises came twice, making a mess of his bedsheets, mostly from the cum flowing out of Twilight’s pussy. Twilight finally managed to pull herself off of Spike’s double penis, making him gasp as she fell over next to him. “That...was...an A plus job Spike…” She said, breathing heavily.

Spike hugged her, feeling glad that his penis finally subsided, but a thought still remained, he wanted to not just have sex with Twilight...he wanted her to birth a child...his child...he wanted every mare to be large, fat and pregnant with his offspring. He knew Twilight would never go for it...He had to be clever. He then turned over, hugging Twilight, and muttered something that she didn’t hear. “Spike want.”

Chapter 2: Greedy Son

Over the next few days Spike had been trying his damnedest to have sex with Twilight again. He tried flirting, seduction, and she rejected him each time.

After the first week of this Twilight had begun avoiding Spike all together, worried and scared that her faithful assistant was changing so drastically so quickly.

Spike now sat in his bedroom. Ever Since his “Sex Education” He began his own research. His bookshelf, once filled with storybooks and comics not replaced by erotica of various fetishes. From erotica books to dirty magazines and even porn DVD’s. Most of his porn now included pregnant mares, and even dragonesses engaging in sex.

Today he would try again, like always. Even with Twilight avoiding him, they had to meet at meal time. There was still time before dinner, so Spike began to play one of his porn collections. “Marevana: The Series.” It was a video adaptation of a porn comic series. Lyra Heartstrings recommended it to Spike when he first entered Ponyville’s porn shop. She’s a “Resident Customer” According to the clerk. Meaning she spent most of her free time in the porn shop.

The opening scene was a mountain village, populated only by mares. Even the foals were all fillies. Then, atop the tip of the mountain, sat a castle carved from marble and cobblestone. Lines up were young mares, all virgins, lining up to the castle’s gates. The mare in the front of the door to enter was fair sized, around Applejack's build, with a large, Pinkie sized jiggly plot. There was a zoom in on her vagina, her cliterus winking with expectation and her lips dripping wetness on the floor. The doors open and a mare, covered in the whiteness of a stallions cum wobbled out. Cum covered her mane, back, and was spattered all out around her mouth, ass and vagina.

The mane waiting to go in instantly ran in, a grin of joy on her face as she saw a tall, blond coat, black mane and tale earth pony stallion who’s cutie mark was an erect penis. No time was wasted as she turned around, showing the stallion her large plot, and dripping withers.

Spike’s penis also began to harden at the pornography, he gripped it tight, and began to wank.

Dinner time came and Spike was making rice and bean burritos. Once the last one was rolled Spike walked them out to the dining room, Twilight in her seat using her magic to twittle a fork around. She was nervous, but Spike ignored this, until he saw a few burritos fly off in her aura before he was even halfway to her.

Upon seeing this Spike placed the burritos on the table, and as Twilight was heading to the door he ran, quickly pinning her head down and forcing her legs to lock, making her plot stay up in the air.

Before he could put his already hard dick inside her, Twilight’s aura surrounded Spike and threw
him against the wall. When he got up Twilight was gone. “Damn...so no rape fetish...Time to be sneaky.”

Over the next few months Spike began to play the “remorseful and sorry/guilty” dragon, being extra careful of his wording and actions around Twilight, getting her apology gifts, rare books. To Twilight, after some months, began to believe Spike was “sorry”. He wasn’t, in Spike’s mind, it was a game, a game with rules of his own making he must follow carefully.

When Spike was sure Twilight was trusting him again, he went to Zecora’s, asking for a flavorless sleeping potion, one that would not wear off until a good ten hours of rest. When asked why he explained (lied) that he wasn’t sleeping well and felt he needed something to help that. Since Zecora made it special for a drake, she explained that if a pony drank it, it would last well over a full day before wearing off. When she wasn’t looking, Spike grinned at that.

He was preparing dinner and after the meal was set, a large helping of spaghetti, extra sauce, hay bits and lots of cheese mixed in, Twilight’s favorite. As for drinks, Spike went classy. A bottle of Berry Punches and Applejack’s combination Hard Cider Wine. Aged for a year. It was strong, tasty, and fizzy. A perfect mix of Ponyville proper and Canterlot high society.

He set the tables and, on a food cart, rolled out a large pot of spaghetti that the mear sent sent the mare at the table drooling. “Smells good Spike.”

“Glad you think so.” He replied, taking out a plate and filling it to the top with the pasta. “Made it the way you like it.”

“I can tell.” Twilight said as she gazed in awh at the overfilled plate. The sound of a cork popping changed her gaze to the Hard CIder Wine he poured for her in the proper glass. “Oh, you must be sorry if you cashed out the bits for that one Spike.”

“Well, I was letting hormones and such drive me.”

“I know...and I’m sorry I still haven’t found a single thing on dragon mating habits and maturities. I sent a letter to Ember but she just replied that those are dragon land secrets. She did say if things got really bad with you, to have you sent to the Dragon Lands as quickly as possible.”

“Huh.” Spike mused, pouring himself a glass as well.

“Spike, it’s hard cider and wine.”

“Alcohol free variant.” Spike confirmed, showing Twilight the print on the label.

“Oh, well alright then Mr. One-step-Ahead.” Twilight mused, levitating her cup up to Spike, who lifted his up also. “To apologies, and mending fences.”

“To mending fences.” Spike said as they clinked glasses.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Who could be here at this hour?” Twilight wondered.

“Oh, must be that rare, first edition book, Highlights of The Crystal Empire.”

Twilight gasped. “How?! Where did you find it?!”

“I asked Shining Armor for a favor.” Twilight then hugged the drake before dashing off to meet the delivery pony so to see the book herself. “Thank you Derpy Hooves.” Spike muttered, quickly running to the kitchen and grabbing the sleeping potion, pouring some of the sleeping potion into Twilight’s drink. With that done, he mixed it around to be safe and took his seat, quickly hiding the potion back in the kitchen. He then sat back in his seat as if he never left.

When Twilight came back she was already two pages into the book, which Spike swiped from her aura. “Hey!” Twilight wined.

“Dinner first, books after.”

To that, Twilight began scarfing the food down. Spike’s eyes went wide at that as she, in less than two minutes, ate at least a pound and a half of spaghetti. She then chugged the Cider Wine. “Book please.” Twilight said with a foal like eagerness and smile.

Spike stared at her for a moment, then chuckled. “Fine, but you owe me dinner for this.” Spike said, handing the book back to Twilight.

“Deal.” Twilight said, yawning as she took the book. Spike smiled as she turned around and began walking to the door. As she made it to the door, har aura around the book faded, the book falling to the ground as she did, a light snore telling Spike she was out cold.

“And there’s my cue.” Spike said, getting up out of his seat and lifting up Twilight and her book. He carried the two to her bedroom, where he placed the book on her nightstand, and Twilight on her bed, laid on her back, mind legs open wide.

Upon seeing her exposed neither's, Spike’s member grew hard instantly. Taking some tips from his many pornographys, Spike got on his knees, sticking out his long snake like tongue and got it close to the lips between Twilight’s thighs. Then, with instinct and practice, Spike licked the tip of his tongue across her lips. Twilight shivered, but Spike knew it was just a reaction, the potion would keep her under for a full night and day, even with the little bit he poured in her drink.

He licked again, this time going deeper. Again Twilight shivered, though she also gave off a faint whinny. Spike examined the taste on his tongue, it was watery in texture, heavy with mare musk, and slightly sweet. He grabbed both legs with his claws, and dug his mouth into her lips, spreading them wide as Twilight screamed in pleasure in her sleep.

At this Spike began to tickle and taste every inch inside Twilight’s pussy, it growing wet, she even panting in her sleep.

Soon Spike’s tongue found her Uterus, Twilight’s body shaking now at the contact. Spike began rapidly tickling it, his snake tongue flicking it fast, Twilight’s sleep panting growing, getting faster and faster every other flick of Spike’s tongue. When Spike felt Twilight’s legs began to try and open wider in his grip, Spike smiled, slowly pulling his mouth and tongue out of Twilight’s now soaking wet pussy. Licking his lips clean, Spike then placed the long tip of his dick at the open lips of Twilight’s neither's.

He then took a moment to gaze upon Twilight’s body. Her thin, well framed body was something worth admiring, but he envisioned her body as what could be...what will be. Stomach large, well rounded out. Fat with foal, as the saying goes. He then insirted just his top long dick’s tip into her, Twilight giving a whinny of pleasure as a goof grin came across her sleep potion affected muzzle.

Wasting no time, Spike rammed his dick into Twilight’s pussy, Spike moaning as Twilight gave her own moan. Spike then felt his split off second penis feel something other than the wet, warm embrace of Twilight’s Foal pipes. It was hot, tight, and rough. He looked, eyes wide at what he saw. His second penis was in Twilight’s ass.

He relished in the heat, tight feeling of her backdoor. Feeling both her warm, wet tight pussy and her hot, tight backdoor was flooding his brain with pleasure, and desire.

Wasting no time, Spike began to thrust, digging his second split off penis as deep into Twilight’s ass as possible while his upper main penis rammed Twilight’s Uterus with the full weight of his body with each swing.

Twilight, even in her potion induced sleep, had her tongue out, drool falling out and pants of pleasure escaping her mouth. Spike wondered what she must be dreaming, her reactions are like that of sleep talking/walking almost.

Spike began thrusting faster, and upon seeing her cliterus pop out, moved a claw down to play with it. This sent Twilight’s sleeping body over the edge, her back now arching and she even began to sleep talk. “Yes...Yes BBBFF!”

Spike paused for a moment…”So...she dreams about having sex with her own brother...but wouldn’t have actual sex with me...Oh you are so having twins.” Spike grumbled, taking both psnises out of her and aligning them and thrusting both of them into her again, this time his second split off penis entering her now flooding pussy as well.

This slightly stretched her pussy, and it make Twilight sleep talk again. “P-Princess! Why did you take the strap on out of my ass?”

Spike chuckled at that. He always figured Twilight must have had a crush on the Princess. He shook the thought out of his mind, quickly thrusting faster and faster as his pick began to feel the pressure of cum ready to hose Twilight’s womb. As Spike held back his release, he began thrusting harder, faster, and finally, the pointed tip of his main penis poked the uterus and into the womb. Twilight screamed with ecstasy, Spike releasing his main penises load directly into Twilight’s womb, and his second penises load in her pussy.

Both screamed with pleasure. When Spike felt his penis go limp, he pulled out, seeing no cum came out and gave a satisfied nod. He noticed she now had a small bulge in her stomach and patted it. “You’ll make a good mother Twilight.” He said, lifting Twilight up and onto a nearby chair so he could change the sheets.

Twilight awoke feeling hungry, and...different. She couldn’t put a hoof on it, but she just felt different. “Morning.” She looked to her side, seeing Spike there, reading her book.

“Spike...How did I?”

“I think eating all that food so fast put you in a food coma.” Spike lied.

“How long have I been out?”

“Just a day.” Spike said, closing her book and putting it next to her. “Good book. Though, the chapter about how they pave the roads and make them look crystal I could have done without if I was writing this book.”

Twilight chuckled. “I’ll be the judge of that. So, I miss anything?”

“Your friends came by to see what was up, but I explained to them that you just ate yourself into a food coma. They tried to wake you up but finally Applejack said you’ll just finish sleeping all the food off and wake up soon.”

“Heh. I’ll eat slower from now on...are you sure that’s all that happened Spike?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I just feel...different. I can’t explain it though.”

“Well if it doesn’t pass I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

Chapter 3: Pink Plot Plopping

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.

Chapter 4:The Lier and the Lyra

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.

Chapter 5: Incest. Lots of Incest.

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.”

Chapter 6: Double A'Round An Apple Blooming

It wasn’t a week til Mr. And Mrs Cake came to Spike saying she was pregnant. They agreed to help in Spike in teaching him some foal raising tips, considering the results came back she had twins again. Spike took the lessons gratefully, knowing none of the mares with his offspring would let him avoid caring for them when he could.

Moving Next on their plan, which Pinkie now had a scale model of Ponyville and figures of everypony to boot. Applebloom, Applejack, Fluttershy and Scootaloo were up next. Fluttershy will be a bit hard, considering she’s happily dating to Big Mac for a year now, but try for foals of their own still.

Scootaloo would be easy, they would just say Rainbow has sex and she’d be on board and impregnated in seconds.

Spike made his way to her farm, wondering how she’s been doing. It’s been a while since Spike saw her around town. He figured the farm was just busy, but as he walked to the farm he realized more and more that it was almost a month since he had seen her. Even during Zap Apple Season she was seen around town more often than not, getting her work done early in the morning to leave her afternoons free for friends and social activities.

He arrived at the farm, more productive since Fluttershy has been visiting almost daily, bringing her animal friends and making a deal that they get apples from a rarely harvested area of the farm as payment for helping out. Scootaloo helped out too, always glad to be working with her friend since her gym teacher job at Cheerlie’s school if put til summer is over. Either way, this was a mission Spike was on his own for, well, not entirely.

Pinkie had a few favors from some ponies on the weather team, and got a massive storm scheduled for just later today. It would keep him there with all the Apple mares, exactly where he wanted to be. His mind flooded with the mares. Saddened by the passing of Granny Smith. At least she died peacefully, and with family. His mind quickly wandered to happier thoughts. Namely, of Applejack and Applebloom. Applejack was in great shape. She’s a fully grown fertil mare, and all those years of apple bucking has given her hips and a plot worth a gaze. Applebloom wasn’t too different. Her frame was smaller, but her hips were not to be overlooked. They were ample, not as firm as her older, stronger sisters, but that made them bounce more than hers, and for that, drew just a few more eyes whenever she walked or ran. Spike should know, he often looked at her while she bucked the apple trees. Thinking back, it wa before he discovered his lust, and remembering their bounce and recoil from the impacts, made him want her even more.

Speaking off…

“Birdhouses, bread boxes! I got em’ all here at Sweet Apple Acres scrap wood shop!” THe red manes apple cheered. Spike remembered the day she got her cutie mark. It was the best day of her life, and a grand party. Pinkie made sure it was a night never forgotten, for the children. The adults were all so hung over, it was the first time he’d seen Twilight so hungover, she didn’t even want to read. Her cutie mark was one of three. When she began her wood workings and was fifteen, last year in school and over the years got better and perfected her craft. It wasn’t as if the Apples lacked the resource. They had so many trees, if they didn’t chop a few dozen every now and then their orchard could almost rival the Everfree. Her cutie mark, a shield of three colors with an apple in the middle, bounced along with her flank as she showed her wood works to passing ponies. Most smiled, they admired her craft, and why not, it was superb work, especially for such a young mare. Sadly, that was the problem.

Applebloom was young, and in a town like Ponyville, experience was the key to success. She’d sold apples with her family her whole life, and alone on several occasions, which she did fine with, but wood carvings, no matter how good they looked, the Ponies of ponyville didn’t have any interest with the new commer.

As the last pony passed Applebloom, she huffed, dropping her hoof carved birdhouse. “Awh fuck.” She huffed in frustration as Spike came up to her. “How am I gonna show these ponies I make good quality stuff?” She was steaming. Spike saw this clearly.

“You alright?” Spike asked as he approached.

When Applebloom saw him, her anger wavered for a half hearted smile, trying to impose her family taught manners upon herself, out of respect. “Oh, hi Spike. I just…”

“Slow day?”

“I only made one sale, and it was to Fluttershy when she came over to visit Big Mac.” She sighed, eyes barely open, head held low and ears drooped down in defeat and frustration. “She’s still here too, which means she’s either helping him, or helping him.”

Spike nodded. It was no secret about the eldest Apples relationships. Big Mac and Fluttershy, after the apple stallion’s painful breakup with his first love Sugar Bell six years back. Fluttershy was there to comfort him, and from that comfort, love grew, and soon blossomed. Now, the big lug’s heart was mended, and stronger for all it’s past pain. Fluttershy became braver for the relationship, not wanting her new found beloved to know the pain of heartache again. She was protective of him, which Big Mac liked, and sometimes joked about.

Applejack was in an unexpected relationship. Burnt Oak. The two hit it off after the young Apple mare went to him multiple times to talk about her father, to hear the stories she never got to hear from her dad's own lips. It was no secret she was into older stallions, that much was clear given her past relations, but even she didn’t see a relation with her fathers best foalhood friend coming. Still, all it took was some stories, a few too many bottles of hard cider, and a heat filled night of passion to kindle a romantic flame. Most didn’t seem to mind the age difference between the two, anypony who knew either of them would just think it was about time they found someone.

“Ah. So, how is everyone? Aside from in a relationship.” Spike questioned, hoping he could somehow steer this conversation into something he could exploit. It was selfish, he knew this, but his primal urges kept his conscience silent in this moment, as well as his past actions.

“Doing fine. I guess I just wished I’d be making money my own way by now.”

“Oh?”

“Everytime I come out here, the second somepony seems I’m a’ struggling’ with something’ they tell me I should ask my sister or brother for help. The whole point of my cutie mark means I can have some form of independance from my family, not, I mean. I want to be with them, stay and help them of course, but I want to be able to also know I can take what I can do and use it elsewhere, and help them at the same time.”

“So...you want to know that you can make it on your own...but want to know you can make it on your own to help your family?” Spike simplified. He summoned up years of helping Twilight study for Psychology lessons and tests to determine her meaning.

“Yes, exactly.”

“Why? What brought this up?”

“Well, I know helping the farm and helping sales means money to pay bills and buy things we can’t grow or make here, but that’s why I wanted to see and try to sell my woodworks. Expand a little, at this rate, Burnt Oak might move in, same with Fluttershy. Big Mac and Applejack even talk about making a little area for her animals to live in, help protect the farm, live off the parts of the orchard we don’t typically touch cause of lack of hooves on staff or other. And Burnt Oak, if he moves here, can cut down the trees too old for growing apples and we can plant some new ones, and he’ll be selling lumber while Shy tends her animals, and they can help with the farm in ways that ponies can’t. Like eating nasty critters or bugs. Big Mac already does all the heavy lifting and moving of supplies, and since Granny died Applejack’s been looking after the paperwork side of the farm, with help from the Mayor, and keeping all that afloat. It just feels like I’m the only one not able to help in my own way. I can’t lift lots of stuff like my brother, can’t understand the desk stuff like sis is able. Not good with critters, less you count Winona, and while I can chop wood, it takes me an hour to chop one tree while Oak can chop one down in ten minutes and saw it up for sale in five. I guess I’ve just been feeling useless and wanted to show what I can do can help pay the bills.” The young mare finally finished, turning her hoof in the dirt in uncertainty and shame.

Spike grinned. His better half pleading to him, begging him not to do what he had planned with a friend, to such an old friend. It fell on deaf, primal ears as he proceeded to speak of other means of making business. “Well, there’s one way that always makes money.” He spoke, keeping his tone friendly, yet plain, all while keeping a stable expression of sincerity.

“Wait? Really? How?” Applebloom asked, a small, foolish spark of hope breathing in her mind.

“Well… Pinkie, Lyra nad I can all agree that...sex sells…” Spike said, keeping his sincere face, but changing his tone to that of a false worry for her answer and response. False, because he knew at this point, he could talk her into it.

“Sex… Wait, you mean sell myself?!” Apple Bloom said in shock, a mix of fear, rage...and temptation in her mind. “Spike, I...I can’t It’s not right and I’ve never even had sex before and...and… I mean, I don’t even look pretty!”

“You kidding?” Spike interrupted, actual sincerity flowing into his voice as some part of his conscious took over. “You’re hot! You may be smaller than your sister but you’re far more bouncy and cuter than her! You’re nice and always fun to be around, and you’ve never noticed but I’ve heard Sweetie Belle say she sees been jealous of your plot.” By the time Spike finished, realizing what he had said, both parties were a blush of red and embarrassment. “I...uhhh…”

“How much?” Applebloom asked. Her head facing down towards the ground as red matching her mane covered her face.

“Wait, what?”

“How much...should I get paid if I...decide to do this?”

“Oh, um…” Spike thought, trying to find a reasonable price in his head. Quickly, he pulled out his special pouch of gems. Normally when he was younger, he’d eat gems, but as he grew he needed something more in his diet, and Twilight got him special meat supplement vitamins and shakes. They tasted alright, and with them he no longer needed to actually eat gems, unless he wanted to of course, for a snack or like candy. When this occurred Spike learned of the exchange rates for gems to bits. Currently, Spike had ten rubies, and two emeralds. Rubies went for about fifty bits each, at the cut he has them at, and emeralds as large as the two he had with him were a hundred. In total, he had about seven hundred bits in gems. A hefty sum for any pony, and more than enough to pay for a months worth of bills for an apple farm.

Spike looked up at Applebloom, her head now up and looking at him, red as her mane would be an understatement for how much her blush dominated her face. “I have seven hundred bits in gems in this pouch, but It's just because of-”

“My virginity?” She asked, Spike nearly falling over upon hearing those words. He didn’t expect that reply, but decided to go with it, nodding in agreement. “Fine...I guess after that… what’s a good price?”

“Uhh...I guess depending on client and your...own skills… fifty or a hundred?”

“Alright...come on then.” She said, packing up her wagon.

“Wait, now?”

“Well, it’s gonna rain soon from how the clouds look...odd, swore the schedule was sunny for about three more days?” She questioned, putting her carvings and tools into her wagon. “If We hurry we can… make a sale as soon as we get to the house.”

“But aren’t your siblings and their…?”

“When Burnt Oak and Applejack go at it they lock the door, and Big Mac and Flutters typically use the barn. So I think inside will be alright, and if they ask… I’ll just say you were helping me pack and ya decided to stay since Twilight’s out of town and it’s creepy in that castle a’ yours… speaking of, why is Twilight gone?”

“Not sure.”

“Huh? Must be a princess thing I guess.” Applebloom sighed, Spike helping her pack up her wears and the two headed into the farm. Sadly though, the rain started, and Spike and Applebloom had a whiles away from the home and despite the hurry, they had to take shelter in an old put house. It was oddly large for an outhouse, the abode was old but in decent shape and there was even a large wooden tub built into the wall behind the divider between the abode and it.

“Why is this...like a wood made bathroom?” Spike questions, finding the set up a tad strange.

“Granny said this was because they only had a wash bowl for washing clothes and dishes, so grandpa built their first outhouse with a bathing tub built in. Applejack likes to keep it as it, preserve some apple family history.”

Spike nodded, taking a seat atop the now sealed up latrine and sighed. “So, how long until the rain lets up?”

As if the weather team heard him, a loud thunder rang as the outhouse was lit up by a lightning bolt. “Something tells me a while.” Applebloom replied sourly. “Dang it, it’s dark.”

To Spike, the room wasn’t too dark, but dragons have eyes attuned to adapt to such environments, while ponies did not. Being able to see, he decided to look into the tub, only to discover the bottom was gone. “Does this place have termites? The bottom of the tub is gone.”

“Nah, happened before I was born. Big Mag broke it when he was a baby, what I was told anyhow. Hehe, bucked it so hard the bottom completely came off.” Applebloom laughed, earning a chuckle from Spike as well.

Spike thought for a moment, before an idea came to mind. “Hang on, can you give me your bow?” He asked.

“I’m selling you my body and virginity so why not.” Applebloom replied with some annoyance in her tone, removing her signature bow and handing it to the drake. Spike then broke off a piece of the two-by-four wood that made up the tub, and wrapped the top around the wood plank, then, hacked u a large spit wad onto it. “Spike, what are you-?” Before applebloom could finish, Spike breathed fire, creating a makeshift torch and sticking in into the semi muddy and watery ground below. “Wow.”

“A dragon's saliva becomes like lighter fluid when we want to breath fire, makes it burn hotter and ignite things faster. It’s part of our natural magic so it goes back to just being spit in our mouths when we aren’t ready to breath fire.”

“Wow… how’d you learn that?”

“Was in one of the few books about dragons in the Canterlot library, back when Twi and I lived there. Let me tell you, most of those books were all about how dragons breathe fire and how hard their teeth and hides are and such. One was about spells that are effective against them, to restrain or...ya know… not a one of them talks about culture or stuff like that so… I just read what I could understand at the time and that was that.”

“Oh…” Applebloom said. With sme warmth and light, the two sat in silence as the rain outside their small shelter banged and bashed at the aged, yet holding wood of the old out house. “So…. you ready?”

“Ready? Wait, you mean right now?!”

“”Yeah...I mean, it’s not that bad in here, light from a fire, warmth too, and it will...pass time until the rain lights up a little so we can make a run for the house.” Applebloom then proceed to lay on her back, keeping her head and face looking towards the door, away from Spike’s gaze. Not that he noticed, Spike too enchanted by the features of the untouched youngest apple. Her lower lips were firm, the same color as her fur, and faint shades of pink shined through it’s sliver. A worthy treasure for a young dragon starting his hord. “Well, come on then…” Applebloom said, her face red with embarrassment and regret filled her voice.

Spike wasted little time, getting on all fours above her and lining his already hard member into its target. Applebloom took a short moment to gaze down, and her already red face became a cherry red, seeing Spike's rather alien sex organ. “S-Spike… you got uh...two?” She asked, worried the two penisis would not both fit, or worse, she’s lose vaginal and anal virginities this day.

“Heh, yeah. So far everyone says it feels great.” Spike said with pride. He figured since this was her first time, that Applebloom isn’t quite ready for both, so, he only slid in his bottom penis, leaving the top one to rub against her lower belly. It was rough, very unlike with his prior experiences, but he found the harsh sensation rather enjoyable. Unlike Applebloom.

With every thrust Spike made, Applebloom let out a small yelp of pain. She wasn’t moist down there, she wasn’t enjoying it. It hurt her, both physically, and emotionally. Thoughts about her own self worth and if this was all she was good for to earn money. Tears began to fill her eyes, but Spike was oblivious, enjoying his own ecstasy and pleasure above his ‘partners’. Spike then grabbed Applebloom by her flank, the mare giving an audible gasp from the sudden grip as Spike raised her up, making her sit atop his penis as he sat atop the latrin.

Rythmithicly, Spike thrusted upwards, Applebloom clutching onto him to try and have a means of relief from the scratching pain between her neithers. Spike kept his grip on her flank, moving them up and down, squeezing them til they refused to squeeze any more within his grasp, their soft, ample form taking all his palm and claws length and strength to grab and support. He was careful though, knowing that if grabbed to hard that he might cut her with the tip of her claws. Unlike most dragons, spike’s claws were only sharp at the tip, rather than like a cats and such that their sharpness ran the length of the claw itself. It was both an oddity, and a rather helpful feature of his unique dragon anatomy.

“Grah!” Applebloom let out, feeling something drip out of her neithers. At first, she thought Spike had cam, but, in fact, when she looked down, she saw bits of blood trailing down the drak’s legs from her withers. If it wasn’t for that the sudden, and worrying lubrication made the pain greatly lessen,she would have demanded the drake stop, but she needed to prove she could earn money for her family, however dirty it was earned.

Spike felt the blood flow over his penis. He knew immediately it was expected when a mare was in heat, or new to sex, but no one told him it also happens when the mare is dry, for one reason or another and her inner walls where not moist enough to smoothly allow intercourse. This added to his experience though, making his tip slide ever more inside the youngest apple. Both parties let out a goran, Spike from the heightened pleasure, and Applebloom from the sharp poke at the very end of her inner tunnel.

Spike felt wave after wave of pre cum building up within himself, while for Applebloom, every thrust was like something was trying to punch it’s way into her belly with a sharp and dull needle tip. She could no longer grip and bear it as her tears began to flow more like the rain outside. Suddenly, Spike grabbed her waist, a relief to her flank, but then began to move the young apple up and down his member. In his strength, Applebloom could only mover her upper hooves to her mouth and use them to cover and bit on as Spike was getting close. Her legs were spread so wide open they began to get sore and ached. Both from the strain of the long time in the same position, and from the repeated impacts of Spike’s own thighs.

The pressure in Spike’s second willy was spilling into his first, the two bow squirting pre both inside Applebloom and onto her belly. The pressure was about to burst, and Spike’s thrusting quickined even more so. Finally, Spike gave Applebloom one last slove down from her lower barrel. Applebloom felt impaled, like a spear tip was about to stab into her as a sticky wave of hot cum flowed into her womb. She let out a gasp, the sensation so alien and uncomfortable to her that she left her mouth open wide as Spike’s other member let loose a long, high shoot of jizz, at least a quarter of it shot directly into her mouth, and the rest around her lower lip and stomach.

Physical exhaustion filled Spike as he lifted Applebloom off his lower penis, his still hot cum spilling out from her neithers and back onto his member, and sliding down his thighs and dripping onto the floor. Once she was back on the floor, Applebloom gave a single sniffle, finding it hard to sit or even move her hind legs from a mix of a jelly like sensation in them, and the sharp stinging pain inside he. She looked down between her legs, seeing a mix of Spike’s cum, and her own blood spilling out onto the floor beneath her. She sold her virginity, something every mare only has one, can only give to somepony once, and she sold it, to a foalhood friend of hers. She could never give it to somepony she’d grow to love, Finally, her tears could not be held back any longer, and she wheaped openly.

Finally out of his short afterglow, Spike noticed Applebloom’s cries. She was rather silent about her weeping, but his heart heard it like the winds of a hurricane. ”What...what did I just do?” Spike thought to himself, answering his own question immediately. He had hurt a friend. He sighed. He didn’t want to hurt any of his friends or family like this. He began cursing his almost instinctual desire for breeding. Slowly, he stood up, and took a seat next to Applebloom. Before he could get a word in, she spoke first.

“I-I’ll do whatever I can for ma’ family Spike...even if all Ponyville will ever see me good at is whoring…” She said softly through the tears and then grabbed Spike’s gem pouch, breaking it’s lace around his neck and holding it between her hooves. “Heh...heheh...finally earned my share of keeping the farm…” Even though she had a smile on her face, her tears of sorrow and regret, of pain and innocents lost, lever left.

Hesitantly, Spike began to speak. He was worried about how she’s speak to him now. A friend? Or a potential customer? Or, perhaps as a mare on the verge of breaking completely. “Applebloom?” She didn’t reply, too fixated on the gems between her hooves. Whether that was to rid her mind of what she, what he had her do, or she was trying to convince herself that, what he had her due was her calling. “I...look...I’m sorry…” Gently, Spike wrapped an arm around Applebloom, keeping his motions steady and calm, as not to trigger a negative reaction with her, or worse, a desire for another deed, for more money. Soon, Spike was hugging her firm, yet gentle, trying to snap her out of her self-put trance. “You can do lots of things, Applebloom...it was just a dumb idea.”

“It payed at least…” Applebloom spoke, slow and low toned, but it was a bit of worry taken off the drakes shoulders. “More than I can say woodworking has ever done for me.”

“Well...if you really want to earn money, honorably, than… Here.” Spike said, reaching under a loose scale just at the base of his tale, and pulling out a small scroll, and handed ot over to Applebloom.

She opened it. “Keep fridge stocked, dust high shelf books, dust los shelf books, keep books organiz- Spike is this a to do list?” Applebloom asked, pulling away from the drake and reading the small scroll with even smaller written text, making in total three columns of thirty on the small paper.

“Yeah. Things Twi and I usually do around the castle. Most of its dusting, sweeping, and mop the main halls and the rooms we use, the empty ones we just leave till we figure a guest might be staying over and clean it up the day before.”

“And why are ya given me this?”

“Cause, cleaning a whole castle seems more of a job than prostitution, plus, there’s only a small two bars at most here in town you’d be able to find business, and word would travel fast. Can’t have Applejack finding out huh?”

“So...you’ll pay me to to this to-do list till Twilight comes back from wherever?”

“You’re one of the few ponies I feel I can trust to not break anything and you’ve been in the castle enough times to know the layout. That, and I know Twilight won’t be mad when she gets back. Well, mad at me most likely, but not you.”

“And...how will you even pay me?”

“Gems and bits. Twilight is a princess, and before back when we were in Canterlot, Celestia had a small trust fund for me that I was able to claim about a year ago. It’s three thousand bits, plus an extra ten thousand in special gems. She actually planned on me eating them but I grew out of that when I got older. I’ll have one every now and then, like chips or candy but not as much as when I was little. She figured with that when I was old enough I could start my own hord like a proper dragon but… I dunno, being high up in some dark mountain cave just… looking at gold and gems just isn’t as enticing to me as it was when I was little. Plus, Twilight when she became a princess gave me a monthly allowance of five hundred bits and ten gems, mainy from Rarity who gave them to her for me anyway, so last time Twilight calculated my amount in savings Celestia gave me, my allowance, of which I only ever spend like fifty bits worth a month, and I only eat like...maybe five or ten gems a month now… I think she said about one hundred and forty seven thousand, three hundred and sixty five bits in gems and bits together. At the beginning of spring though.”

Applebloom just stared at the drake, that much money even existing failing to register in her mind. “W-what would ya be payin’ me weekly?” She finally spoke. In stutters.

“Well, I payed you like seven hundred bits so...a hundred fifty a week should be more than enough. A four week month will get you… six hundred bits a month.”

“T-That’s more than the farm makes in sales a month! Ever during cider season!” Applebloom explained, breathing fast before leaning against Spike. “I think ah feel dizzy…”

“Heh...didn’t think I had so much huh?”

“I forget you have royal connections.” Applebloom said, laughing and earning a chuckle from Spike as well. “Heh… With money like that we can pay off the farm in under ten years.”

“Ten ye- wait I thought the princess gave you all the farmland?”

“She did, but when mom married ma’ dad and the pears moved out, they bought the land. Unfortunately, some greedy noble in charge of such things declared that merching the properties into one would mean some big business words and basically said we had to pay both our farms worth, and the pears farm. Granny agreed, a lot like Applejack and I in terms of bein headstrong, and since then the Apples have been paying a monthly mortgage of a hundred bits, but some stuff about taxes makes it only that we pay 75, and a hundred is typically all we can afford to pay a hundred so there’s some left over for things like new tools, food stuff we don’t grow, and water and electricity bills.”

“That’s just messed up.” Spike said.

“Well, this all happened before even Big Mac was born, so we just accepted it as part of the responsibility.” Applebloom finished, realizing that, without her knowing, she had a hoof on top of Spike’s belly, just above his double penis. She stared at the alien appendage for a time, her face growing a devious smile, and an equally devious blush to match.

“Uh, Bloom?” Spike asked.

“Now that I have a good look at it-” She said, slowly moving the tip of her hoob wetween his two members. The sensation made them stand at attention like small royal guards. “I can think of lots of ways these can be fun.”

Before Spike could counter however, Applebloom moved fast, and Spike was now staring into her still leaking neithers, the sent of his own cum, the coppery sent of her blood from earlier, and a much more familiar, and welcomes scent. The scent of a mare’s juices, juices of a mare ready, and wanting. Applebloom for her part began something Spike did not expect. The tip of something soft, moist, and warm slid up his primary member, from its base to it’s tip and then began down again. “A-are you gonna blow me?!” Spike questioned in surprise.

“Eyup.” The filly said simply. “But I’m not gonna swallow it. I want these, back in.” She said, never letting her tongue leave her desired part of Spike.

“B-but aren’t you...ah~ Sore back there?”

“I’m feeling better now~” She said, now swishing her own saliva around in her mouth, and once she felt it was enough, pressed the top and bottom of her lips to Spike’s member’s tip, and went down. And down.

“Aaaaaahhhh~” Spike maoend. When Twilight blew him, she didn’t go that far down, nore war her mouth this wet and warm. Spike felt her begin to reach his second penis, and to his surprise, he felt her open her mouth again, and wrap her upper lips around his second member, and trace her tongue between the two from within her hot warm maw.

Spike’s eyes shot open wide. Twilight certainly never took both into her mouth at once, nor had any other of his prior experiences. She was slowly bobbing up and down his members, her saliva coated tongue switching between each member in evenly paced intervals. It was rhythmic, and Spike could feel the pressure build again. A smile came upon Applebloom's cock filled lips. She could feel Spike wanting to cum again, the hardness of his members increased as Spike gave a small thrust into her open throat.

She slid off his cocks with an audible pop. Saliva and pre cum coated Spike’s members. There was a small line of saliva still linking Applebloom’s lips to Spike’s members, and she, as loud as she could, slurped it up like a spaghetti noodle, all the while keeping a goofy, yet prideful and lust filled grin. “Now now Spike, you’ve been having all the fun. Mind if I have a go?” She didn’t let Spike reply, rather, she immediately moved him to the aged wooden floor. And Spike found himself next to their makeshift torch for light. The shadows and lights from the fire made the already stunning and beautiful mare more radiant and stunning. Spike was speechless.

Raising her hips up, she hovered the entrance to her now soaking and willing foal hole, above Spike’s pleading members. All Spike could do now was pure in ecstasy as she slid both his hardened, pre lubed members into her catacombs. Applebloom almost cried in bliss. She felt so full, so warm, and her body demanded it’s fires to be drenched. She moved her hips up and down in fast motions, slamming herself down on each drop to stretch and fill her needy pussy. Spike gained enough sense to take some action, grabbing Applebloom’s plump, squeezable flanks, and began moving them up and down while gripping them as tight as they’d squeeze.

Rather than an embarrassed ghasp, a pleasured moan escaped Applebloom’s lips, her tongue hanging out as heavy pants where her only means of breath, like Winona on a hot summer's day. Brisk thrusts came from both parties, each thrusting faster, harder. Fluids drenched the floor as both parties where reaching climax. Grunts, moans, fluids and other related squishing noises began to reach their peak. Finally, with Spike’s strongest thrust up, gripping Applebloom’s flank tight and keeping it down, and Applebloom shoving as much of Spike’s twin members inside of herself as possible, they climaxed.

Spike’s cum quickly flooded the inside of Applebloom, and squirted out into the floor like spray paint. Applebloom had never experienced a climax brought upon by another, and the sensation of Spike cumming and her own climax was bliss unlike any known to her prior in any capacity. She arched her back, leaning back so much it looked like her back was going to snap in half. She sling shotted back up proper, and wrapped her hooves around Spike’s neck, pulling herself down to him and giving the drake a sloppy, noisy, and tongue filled kiss as the two slowly calmed down from their climaxes, and began to enjoy the passionate kisses while in afterglow.

Time passes as the two cuddled, still enjoying the afterglow in it’s ending session. “So, how was that?” Applebloom asked, she wrapping a hoof around her swollen, semen filled insides. Spike kept his arm wrapped around her upper barrel. It was a nice moment of bliss.

“Amazing…” Spike hummed in a low, happy tone.

“We can’t tell Sweetie Belle though.”

“Hm?”

Applebloom rolled her eyes, an annoyed, yet humored smile crossed her face. “You dunce. Sweetie’s had a crush on ya for years.”

“Wait, what?!” Spike said, sitting up in surprise. “I never...noticed.

“How could ya? Everytime you where over there you only ever gave eyes to Rarity.” Applebloom’s words cut a line of guilt into Spike. He knew it was true, and he hated himself for it.

“What about Button Mash? Didn’t she like him?”

“Yeah, as a friend, and they still are. Thing is, Button’s gay, he and Rumble hooked up like a year ago.”

“Wow...I am so out of the loop.”

“Yeah, no kiddin… Speaking of… I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be having one with all that...jizz in me now. Hehe.” Applebloom said with a chuckle, blush, and scratched herself behind her head. “Half dragon, half Apple? Gonna be the best Apple Bucker this family’s ever seen.” She cooed, rubbing her still rather swollen belly.

“Heh, guess so.” Spike said, wondering if Sex with friends was alright after all, given everything has worked itself out, though, almost went south fast. Perhaps as long as both where willing, accepting, and had a certain amount of respect and friendship, and love, between them, relationships with friends could work out. Friends with Benefits, Pinkie called it. The rain began to lighten up, and Spike and Applebloom decided to book it back to the castle, rather than Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom was a mess, and if Big Mac, or her sister saw her like this, she’d be grounded til she was a great grandmother. “I guess once you clean up you can start early.” Spike said, helping Bloom dry off after an extra steamy shower.

“Hm?” Applebloom said. “Oh, right. Maid work. Sure, where’s the cleaning stuff?”

“Broom closet down the hall. It’s one of the few doors we labeled.” Spike said as Applebloom nodded. “Though I think I need to restock it. I know for a fact there’s enough to mop and dust with, but dish soap and laundry detergent are almost gone.”

“How? Either you nor Twilight wears clothes that often?”

“Yeah but Twilight likes to change her bed sheets every three days. Some hygiene thing I thin- Wait…” Spike thought back, remembering that every second day at night the door to Twilight’s room when he moved into his own would be locked, and he’d hear her crying inside. “Oh… Well… anyway yeah. Other than that it’s mostly sweep, mop, and dust/whip stuff down since there’s not many rooms we use. Also, do not go into Twilight’s lab. Lots of crazy stuff there that might hurt you.”

“Alright. Dang, moping this whole place is easy an all day or a two day job huh?”

“Actually no. Twilight enchanted the mop to, once wet and touches the floor, can mop one area but also mop wall to wall in a line, like, have the mop in the middle of the floor and the magic makes the whole floor from wall to wall left and right get moped in like...the main hall takes me about half an hour to mop up. So the whole castle I’d say is like maybe half a day or less.”

“Wow, that’s helpful.”

“Yeah. I’ll head out to Barnyard Bargains and get those cleaning supplies, you take a nap or start working. Your choice.”

“I might just take another nap. You really made me sore in m’ah rear.” She laughed with a sly, pervy blush. “I can get started when I wake up. You’ll be back here by then?”

“Should be, unless the rain starts hitting hard again, then I can just wait it out for a while.”

“Okay then.”

“Help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen, this storm might last a while.”

“Okay, thanks.”

With that, Spike headed out, taking an umbrella that, in the light rain of the moment, provided enough shelter. Spike went and grabbed some spare bits from his bank account before heading to the store, and purchased the items needed, as well as a, on him, medium sized ‘backpack’. Ment for bipedal walkers rather than ponies. He placed the items, his remaining buits, and a few snack items he got for himself inside before racing though the rain as it began to pick up again. Spike made it to Sweet Apple Acres. Once there, he wiped his feet on the floor mat to take off as much mud as possible, then entered. He was immediately greeted by Big Mac, who was with Fluttershy, huddled together on the couch. “Oh, Hi Spike.” Fluttershy said, the first to noticed his entrance.

“Hey Fluttershy, Big Mac.” Spike replied with a wave.

“Where’s Applebloom?” Big Mac asked.

“Oh, she told me nopony wanted to buy her wood carvings, sucks cause they look awesome, so I gave her some work at the castle so she can earn some bits.”

Fluttershy and Big Mac nodded. “That’s nice. She’s been wanting a way to make bits on her own to help out here also.”

“Yeah. So, you two look really happy, given the weather. Something good happen?”

“Shy here just finished her pregnancy test.” Big Mac said, hugging Shy tighter.

“I’m gonna be a mother Spike. Isn’t it wonderful.”

Spike was a mix, he wanted to knock the shy mare up, but, at this moment, he was a friend first, and a horny dragon second. So, he gave a genuine smile. “That’s amazing! I heard you two were trying for one, so good you finally where given one.”

“Well, it looks like this sudden storm is gonna be going on for a while.” Big Mac said. “You can stay the night in Bloom’s room if you need to.”

“Oh. Thank you. I already told Applebloom to help herself to whatever and spend the night if needed at the castle.” Spike admitted.

“Thanks for lookin out for her Spike. Have some Apple cobbler in the fridge then head on up for a shower and get some sleep.”

“Oh, thanks. You heading to bed soon?”

“Not yet. My favorite show is gonna be on.” Fluttershy said, Pike noticing the TV was on in the corner, the volume was just muted. “I love late night Animal Rescue shows.”

“Of course.” Spike said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

Twilight was in FIllydelphia’s Top most library on biological hybrids and species. There was lots here, even some on pony dragon hybrids. What she wanted to find.

Clockwork, the bastard child of a dragon and a powerful unicorn he captured then raped, was the first account of dragons and ponies having a successful impregnation and birth. His birth was like that of any other foal, though the ends of his hooves bore small claws that grew more so over time, and while he walked like a pony, his fur contained patches of dragon scales, mainly in vital areas that if injured would be deadly to ponies. His bones were far stronger and his skin a whole inch thicker than a ponies. His heart beat at twice the normal speed and while he could not breath fire, his dragon magic, being that of a dragon of light, dragons known for their illusions and ability to reflect light in a way that makes them appear invisible, he was able to mix that with his unicorn magic and created many of the illusion and even some of the first shapeshift spells to ever exist.

He disappeared after he turned two hundred and thirty. While he loved longer than a pony, he didn’t live as long as a pure blooded dragon, aging slowly over the years. Physically he was in his late thirties when he vanished. Rumors speak of him using his spells and natural abilities to escape Equestria and return to the Dragon lands, his other ancestral home. He would be almost five hundred now, assuming he is still alive.

That was all the book had, and while it was a bit helpful, it wasn’t what she had hoped for. As she skimmed through a book on similarities between the dragon races, something caught her eyes.

Most to all of the dragon races tend to eat meat come their time of maturing and their sexual activities peak. Some dragon races even hord gems and treasures to feed their young then lure travelers to their caves to kill and feed them to their maturing young. While no recent accounts of such deeds has emerged in the last seven hundred years, they still require meat at some point of this process. A lack of this at all during this time so far seems to result in a stunt in growth and inborn magics.

Twilight’s eyes widened. Spike can’t eat meat...well, she knows he takes those special pills now but...he wouldn’t eat meat, right? He grew up around ponies. The closest thing to meat Spike has ever eaten is eggs. As Twilight read her mind began to worry. Most of the different races of dragons are told through their inborn magic, and there were a few known races, some legendary, but she never was able to tell Spike’s race of dragon. Is he one of the more harmless ones, or one of the more...legendary and bloodthirsty ones.

She needed a calmer, she needed food also. She left the desk, habbet taking over as she put every borrowed book, read or not, back and left the library to acquire some food. Her cravings have shifted now to… quesadillas… She hates them, and a small childhood incident involving a fresh one and some hot, runny cheese made her avoid them whenever possible, but her pregnancy cravings rivaled her immature fears. At least the hay and applesauce she puts in them makes it look less of one and more of a mushy mess with cheese.

Author's Note

Not Dead, please enjoy.

Chapter 7: To F*** A Chicken Near An Apple And Butterfly

Chapter 7: To F*** A Chicken Near An Apple And Butterfly

Spike took a shower. He then took a few moments to explore his room for his night. Fluffy quilts rested on the bed, homemade pillows, and an old, sturdy bed frame. Spike sat on the mattress. It’s firm yet soft. He remembered his old blanket and thought fondly of those years. Things were so simple, so innocent. Before the discovery of porn, puberty, and the soft, tight, wet pussies of mares. Truly simpler times. He got up, seeing the rain had surprisingly lightened up. “Looks like things are going to get much better.”

As he looked outside, he noticed something odd. There was a faint light within the barn, bearly visible from the side window… and also, even stranger, Scootaloo, peeking inside.

“Wonder what Scoots wants…” Spike muttered as he moved over to the window to see what she’s doing. “I wonder…” Spike hummed to himself.

As he peered at the window he noticed she only had one hoof keeping her up on the windows edge. As he looked closer, he spotted her other hoof… between her hind legs. His interests were taken… and his new target was found. He smiled perversely as he carefully made his way outside, the light rainfall like a cold shower on his scales as he sneaked up to the orange teen pegasus masterbating in the rain, at what though was another question he wanted to know.

Spike licked his lips. “Oh, so someone wants some fun.” He muttered with a grin.

Slowly, he got closer, the sounds of herself muffled moans, muffled by the pressing of her own lips. Spike couldn’t even see her juices running, the rain washing them away as they trailed down her hind legs.

Before taking opportunity, Spike peeked inside, and his eyes went wide. Within the bar, that faint light by lanturn glowed up on Big Mac, and Fluttershy, the two having rather heavy, married, already pregnant sex together. The situation aroused Spike moreso. Scootaloo masterbating alone was quite the view, but with a private, unseen show, well, he couldn’t resist. Slowly, Spike reached up, wrapping a claw around Scoots mouth, and another taking a handful of her small, yet firm and tone flank. Shocked, and aroused, Scootaloo’s response was a mix of a yelp and a moan all together. She saw her assailant, relaxing a little but still surprised. “Spike?” She whispered. “When did you get here?”

“Just now.” Spike whispered. “So...who you watching?”

Her face lit up with red blush. “Uhh… my… parents…” She admitted, Spike was surprised she admitted it so freely, then again, it was clear she was caught red hoofed, or rather, more appropriately, red lipped.

“Oh? How long have you seen then?” He whispered.

“Uhh… as in recent time or… in general?” She asked, Spike teasing her foal hole with his tips The blush on Scootaloo’s face nearly eclipsing her orange coat.

“In general.” Spike said, enjoying the feel of her nethers and equally enjoying the blush.

“Uh… since I was fourteen…” Scootaloo is the youngest of the CMC, despite many believing that honor going to Sweetie Belle. In fact, Applebloom is twenty, Scootaloo nineteen and Sweetie Belle at twenty one next month. So five years? Naughty filly. Spike thought, grabbing the bit of flank he has in his other claws, surprise Scootaloo hasn’t asked for him to stop.

“And have you fantasized...about being in their position?” Spike asked, wondering how far he can push it before she says no.

“Heh… well, sometimes.” She said, the tone in her voice letting Spike know she was enjoying the sensations. His teasing her vag with his penis tips, and the groping of her flank. “At first I just ran when I saw them… at it, tried to forget. I told Rainbow Dash about it and, she gave me the talk, and said it’s natural for fillies my age. Though I did leave out that it was Big Mac and Fluttershy I saw. She then told me about times she had sex… and I figured, hey, if she does it then, I guess it is okay… but I never g-woah~” She was cut off by her own moan, caused by Spike beginning to insert his penis tips into her, slowly, stopping only when the tip was halfway in. “Woah… and I was thinking hooves would feel no different~” She said blissfully.

“Oh you have no idea how good this feels.” Spike grinned. “And I’m going to show you how good it feels.” He said while pushing more of his dick into her.

As he slid more of his members into her, Spike held his claws over her muzzle, muffling her moaning so their private show wasn’t interrupted. Looking back into the barn, Big Mac wasn’t holding himself back, his own member, to Spike’s jealousy, rather dwarfed his, easy a full seven inches longer than his and half an inch thicker. Spike was amazed Fluttershy’s occupied foal hole was even able to contain the whole monster, her pussy wet and spread open wide as it continusly rammed her.

“Damn…” Spike muttered, surprised at how Fluttershy’s taking it. “Surprised she isn’t split in half.”

“Heh, she’s had a few years of practice…” Scootaloo muttered within her own ecstasy. “First time they did it I remember she couldn’t walk for half a week, now she can take it up to four times a day…” Finally Spike hilted Scootaloo, and she was shuttering. The pleasure making her hips shutter and vibrate slightly. “Oohh that feels nice… soo much better than hooves…”

“I know right.” Spike muttered while gripping her flanks, loving the feeling of puss wrapped around his dick. “It feels amazing.”

To Spike’s surprise, Scootaloo placed both hooved on the ground, and then bent down, face near the floor. “Rainbow Dash said this was a good position for a… better experience… And for most first timers. Mind uh, doing that rocking motion Big Mac does? If just having it in there feels this good… I wanna feel it move~” She bogged, slightly moving her flank side to side, Spike’s members tingling with anticipation from her movements.

“With pleasure.” Spike growled lowly as he started to thrust into her virgin depths, giving her exactly what she wanted.

To stop herself from letting out a loud ecstasy filled moan’s and yelp’s, Scootaloo but onto her front hooves, moaning as Spike started off slowly. Spike now had both flanks of hers in his claws, and was pondering on using this grip to harder ram himself into her later on, or just grope and add to the pleasure. Which though was a genuine question. Spike kept a bit low, but peaked inside as he slowly entered and partly left Scootaloo’s caverns, the moister from her masterbation having moisened her tunnel up perfectly. And she was so tight, MUCH tighter than Applebloom was. Spike chalked it up to her being a pegasus, and having a smaller frame than Bloom, who had hips and a flank built for foal birthing. And the vag to go with it.

“So...tight…” Spike growled, pushing in and out a little faster as he enjoyed her tight nethers.

Scootaloo, for her part, was enjoying it also. The heavy panting, like a hot dog panting with its tongue out, as she also had. He Also noticed her hind legs and front legs were stretching, and therefore tightening, giving him the most depth he can reach into Scootaloo’s caverns, her vaginal walls also then began clamping on Spikes members, as if trying to pull them in and keep them in, adding to the experience for both.

Inside the barn, Spike saw Big Mac was not thrusting much faster, he could hear Fluttershy moaning as she seemed to orgazem before her spouce. He then saw Big Mac pull out of Fluttershy’s foal hole, finally getting a real good look at the monster he’s carrying. He then saw Sluttershy lie on her back, and as if from one of Lyra’s porno’s, got a perfect view of Big Mac inserting his tip into her tail hole… and saw it hilt to his large sack. “Umph.” Shy moaned.

Surprised by the sudden development, Spike unconsciously slammed Scootaloo onto his penis as he was thrusting inwards. “Ho-!” Scootaloo cut herself off before Screaming, the two then shuttering. This time, Spike hit the entrance to her womb. Scootaloo’s ;egss nearly gave out at the sensation, and Spike now wanted more than ever to cover the entrance to her foal factory with his seed. With a groan, and a grunt, Scootaloo managed to speak. “K-keep-g-g-oing~” She moaned, her mind held in the clouds in ecstasy as she spoke that, breaths heavy, face now beet red and tongue hanging out, drooling with lust and the need for relief.

Spike happily responded to her moans, thrusting more and more into her depths, his instincts to breed his bitch clouding his mind. As he kept an eye on her adoptive parents, it seemed Shy was more into the Anal than the vaginal, as Big Mac was somehow thrusting even faster than he was in her other hole. Or perhaps it was due to the foal she was carrying? Spike didn’t ponder much on it, and noticed how Big Mac was biting down on Fluttershy’s ear. He’d seen the same done in many of Lyra’s porns, and wondered why stallions did that. He then leaned down, his belly now covering, just about eclipsing her backside, and carefully bit her left ear tip with his lips, his real teeth might hurt, and he didn’t want her in pain.

Scootaloo then, to Spikes pleasure and surprise, began thrusting herself against his rim. “Hm, faster, faster damn it something it building and wants out~” Scootaloo whispered. This action made every thrust tap the doorway to her foal factory, and Spike was unsure how long he could hold out.

“Alright.” He growled while thrusting into Scoots faster and harder. “Getting...close…” He groaned, trying to keep his voice low as he kept ramming himself into Scootaloo.

“Gah!” Spike looked up, seeing Big Mac had finished up INSIDE Fluttershy’s tail hole, and as he pulled out, furst a large gush of his cum poured out of her gaped anus, then slowly became a trickle. “Omph… gonna miss that when the foal comes along.” Shy spoke, nuzzling her mate.

“You got Pinkie, think she’ll be okay to babysit while we, eheh…” Big Mac asked.

“Hm… I guess she would, gives us some alone time, maybe give the little one a sibling...or two...or three~” Shy cooed softly into Big Mac’s ear.

Big Mac perked up, as did Spike. She wants lots of foals, and Spike wanted to help in that department. “Eyup!” Big Mac said, the two chuckling as he helped her clean up.

Spike then went back down, now fully focused on Scootaloo, who, judging by the look on her face and the increasing wetness of her cavern walls, was ready to orgasem herself. “Agh,so close~” She cooed.

Spike growled and thrusted as fast as he could, groaning as he hilted himself deep in Scoots. “Gonna...cum…” Spike groaned, wanting to breed his bitch just like the others. Spike slammed into Scoots one more time, hilting himself deep in her nethers

Finally, his last, rapid thrust ended with the both of them hitting climax. Scootaloo about buried her face in the wet grass to keep quiet. Spike’s members filled her foal factory door with his cum, and it quickly flooded her tunnel. Soon a small stream of dragon cum was stealing out of the young adult pegasus. Carefully Spike pulled out, and with oe last moan and coo of pleasure, she collapsed. Spike joined her as he saw that Big Mac and Fluttershy were leaving back to the house.

“Well...how was that?” Spike asked Scootaloo gently.

“That… was...amazing.” Scootaloo said through weighted breaths, a smile on her face as she turned around, giving a hug to Spike. “We should do this again sometime, heh, somewhere private where we can be as loud as we want to be~” She said, giving a peck under Spike’s chin.

“That would be amazing.” He chuckled, nuzzling and cuddling up to Scoots since it felt right.

He’d done it with the others, Pinkie, Lyra, but this felt…. True, somehow. As the twy laid in the rain, their moment was interrupted by the appearance of heavier rainfall. “Shit!” Scootaloo yelped, she and Spike making a B-line for the house. Once inside they quickly made it to her room, where they dried off with dirty bed sheets and a single towel. “Heh, So, does this make us… Friends with Benefits?” Scootaloo asked, drying out the inside of her ears.

Spike took a moment to think about that, while his head was full of joy that he had more pony poon to plow openly...his heart felt like there was something more to it. “Well…” Spike started. “Maybe...we could be...something more?” He asked, blushing and not fully knowing what to truly say given what they just experienced and the sudden war in his mind and heart.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I…” Spike sighed out. “I don’t know…” He muttered while putting a claw up to his chest. “But when we were done...it felt...right to be there with you..know what I mean?” He asked, not really knowing much about relationships to begin with besides what he saw from the Cakes, Shining and Cadence, and sometimes when he went out to the park where he saw blooming couples enjoying the day together.

“Well, that did feel nice.” She admitted.

Spike smiled, glad to hear she enjoyed it. “I’m glad you liked it Scootaloo.”

“Heh, well, I’m gonna take a nap.” Scoots said with a yawn.

“Alright.” Spike nodded.

“If you wanna sneak in during the night… I won’t mind~” She teased, pushing Spike out of her room and closing the door.

Spike chuckled a little bit. “Alright.” He muttered with a smile as he headed back to his room, having enjoyed his time with Scoots.····

As Spike was heading back to his room, he was stopped by Big Mac. “Hey Spike.” He said. “Some weather huh?”

“Yeah, it’s really pouring out there.” Spike said honestly.

“Yeah, supposed to be pouring all night. Least I hear the Thunder isn’t gonna be that bad… Spike, I know ya was spying on Shy and I in the barn.” Spike tensed up.

“Who me?” Spike asked nervously. “That could have been any other purple scaled dragon.” He lied terribly.

“You’re as bad a lier as Applejack. Besides, you kept your face hidden… but your green spine scales were showing clear as day.”

Spike sighed out, knowing full well he was caught. “Sorry…” He said while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“And I know Scootaloo was there too… and that ya gave her her first screw then and there.”

Spike blushed brightly. “I thought we were being quite….” He muttered worriedly. “But...please don't kill me.” He said in a rush, thinking Mac would probably do bad things to him because of this.

“First off, ya tried, but between your spin scales and Scootaloo’s little yelps, I put two and two together. Shy didn’t hear ya cause she was caught up in her own bliss… heh, and Spike, ya didn’t find it odd that I seemed to give ya’ll the best view when I switched to anal on her?”

“I just...thought Fluttershy was into that?” Spike said sheepishly.

“Nah, she’s too timid… though I can’t say it wasn’t me that put on the show, against her knowing about it.” The stallions grinned, getting a surprise from Spike. “Listen, stallion to...drake, growing up on a small family oriented farm is good, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but… it’s not exactly good for… sexual expression. Sugar Belle and I used to do all kinds of craziness, but then she dumped me. Shy took my heart, and I know she’s not the… kinky type. She’s too timid. So I keep my own urges to just what she’s okay with, though every now and then that itch just comes up.”

“And...what does this suddenly have to do with me?” Spike asked curiously.

“Well, giving you that show was… fun, but I’m here to offer something… that should interest a horny Drake like you… I mean, ya got my adoptive daughter… and my little sister.” Spike flinched.

“Did she tell you?” Spike grumbled. “And...what is the offer?”

“Nope, saw her walking in here. That walk and the fact when I saw something white stuck to the end of her tail, I knew what, or rather who you were doing before Scootaloo. I’m here to offer you to sleep with my wife, while I watch.”

“Excuse me what?” Spike blinked. “I...I think I misheard you, what?” Spike said, really shocked to hear such a thing coming from Big Mac of all people.

“Like I said, I got a lot of kinks, and one of them Sugar Belle and I did was watch one another fucking someone else.”

“Oh...oh boy.” Spike said honestly. “Does...Fluttershy know about this?’

“No, just to get her into anal and blowjobs was hard enough, she’d faint at the thought of this. But you don’t have to worry about that, when Shy hit the five month mark the foal would wake her from all their kicking. So Zecora made her a safe potion to help her sleep without it possibly harming the foal. It knocks her out. Nothing wakes her up till eight hours later after she drinks it… not gonna lie, took advantage of that and gave her a little snoozing bone, course I did tell her about that, but she didn’t mind. Said that as long as I told her in the morning she’d be okay with that. Course I never told her… everything, but that’s another story. I figure since you’re currently on a sex binge, you’d consider it.”

“Uh...yeah.” Spike said, not believing this would happen considering what he’s done so far. ”Weird...are all the couples in town into consensual cheating?” Spike thought to himself. ”I mean...this also technically counts as rape...eh fuck it.” Spike thought to himself honestly.

Author's Note

And it's back. Surprised? So am I. My muse it on and off these days so I actually had help writing this with a friend of mine and since this is commission work I am splitting the payments with him.

Chapter 8: Sleepy Time

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.

Chapter 9: A Diamond in The Milk

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Chapter 10: The Diamond Lust

Author's Note

Finally back with this one. Will be semi regular, can't promise when it will update but can promise it will be updating again.

Chapter 10: The Diamond Lust

Arriving at the bakery, Spike surveyed the shop. Spotting many ponies milling about and socializing as part of their daily routine. Upon spotting Pinkie, the bump Spike gave her clearly showing on her normally thin frame, he approached. Seeing Spike, Pinkie let Mrs. Cake know she would be absent for a moment and left upstairs to her room with Spike following.

Once inside with the two seated at her couch. "So, how's the quest going Spike?" She asked, giving the drake a soda and cupcake.

“It’s going...quite well.” He said honestly, taking a bite of the delicious confectionary. “Just...need to finish the last bit of it with...the most important mare of all.”

"Finally gonna go after Rarity then, huh?" Pinkie asked, a sly smirk as she rubbed her belly lump. "Surprised you waited this long honestly, though having experience under your belt is best before going after your dream mare."

“I have to be the best I can be to please her.” Spike said honestly. “I just...hope I can accomplish it…” The dragon said quietly, taking a quick drink of his soda.

"Oh, you've come a long way since then, Spikey. Granted, it actually hasn't been that long, you've learned a lot about the art of making love. Well, how are you planning on approaching her?"

“No idea…” Spike sighed out. “I could ask her out on a date, try and wine and dine her...but that sounds too cheesy at this point…”

Pinkie chuckled. "Well that would be right out of her romance novels. Though you'd best first charm her before anything. Given she's known you since you were little, gonna have to use some charisma to show her you aren’t little anymore."

“And I have all you lovely mares to prove I’ve got charisma in spades.” Spike smiled.

"Heh, to be fair though Lyra and I more or less gave you freebies." Spike huffed at that. "Look, we both know how you get around her. All tongue tied and blushing red like a ruby. You need practice…and maybe some help for things to go perfect."

“Alright…” Spike said, curious where she was going. “I’m gonna need some help…”

"I can help you practice with some lines and possibilities for your conversations with her, but also I'll need to make a pit stop at Zecora's for some…extra help."

“What would we need at Zecora’s?” Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Only a little guarantee Rarity’s gonna carry her own little baby half dragon~" Pinkie teased. "A simple fertility potion."

“Well...would certainly be interesting.” Spike said honestly. “And...well making sure she has my kid now would be...even better.”

"I can pop by real fast to grab one and til I get back you can try and write out several pickup lines to start off with."

“Please…” Spike nodded. “I’d rather not flounder like a fish out of water.”

"Then get to thinking. I'll be right back." Pinkie said, quickly taking leave while Spike put pen to paper and began to write out his options. He had read a few of the romance novels Rarity favored most and remembered a few lines from them.

Almost an hour later, Pinkie came back with two bottles. One was pinkish, the other a lime green. "So, how's the lines going?" Pinkie asked.

“I’m trying not to be cheesy as shit...but it’s not possible.” Spike groaned, as he handed over the two pages he’d managed to write for Pinkie to look over.

Picking them up, Pinkie browsed the various phrases. "Heh, yeah… though, this one isn't so bad. 'Shall we take a stroll and partake of the coriander?' that's not too bad."

“That was my best one too…” Spike shook his head.

"You do know that coriander is typically associated with lust right? It's a fittingly symbolic one-liner."

“Hopefully she won’t think I’m coming on too strong.” Spike said nervously. “But...well it’s worth a shot.”

"Knowing Rarity she'll get the reference, probably blush and such but be flattered nonetheless. Maybe save it as a closing line though, opening with it would be a bit too direct and strong."

“Yeah, best keep that for the right time.” Spike nodded. “And now to...think of how to get her to drink the potion.”

"Oh, leave that to me." Pinkie said with a nod. "Rarity is at the spa right now, once she's done there she always comes over here for an after spa treat. Typically she orders a muffin and mini pie but I'll give her a fruit smoothie, while she sits and talks with you~" Pinkie said. "And before she can even refuse the drink I'll be sure it's her favorite, Coconut Raspberry with a bit of lemon and salt. She can't resist those."

“Geez, you sure planned this out.” Spike said, honestly surprised at how detailed Pinkie's ruse was for a spur-of-the-moment plan.

"Yup. I spike—hehe—the smoothie with the potion. Also this one is for you." She said, giving the lime green bottle to Spike. "It's also a fertility potion but special for dragons. Zecora basically guarantee that heat or no, these two potions drunk before sex would help even an infertile pair have a baby."

“That’s amazing to hear.” Spike smiled happily, thinking that out of all the mares he’s lusted after, he really wanted to have a kid with Rarity the most.

"Yup. Honestly I'd be amazed if she only ends up with one foal. She might get twins, or more! Maybe. Zecora was explaining how the potions work but all that went a bit over my head."

“I don’t want her to get hurt because of it though.” Spike said nervously, having read up that too many foals can hurt the mother.

"I doubt she will. Hang on, maybe Zecora gave me some instructions." Pinkie said, sifting through her saddlebags. She picked up, pulling up a small folded paper. "Here we go." She said, giving it to Spike.

“Thank you.” Spike nodded as he took the piece of paper and unfolded it, curious to know what Zecora had written down.

Potion of Fertility (Female Brew)

This potion of pink will alight a mare's need, making her ready and raring to breed. Her heat will begin with no hesitation, and her eggs more easily fertilized by a male's insemination.
Beware good mare, that of this potion you do not take more than this weekly share. Too much can cause a lust unshrouded, and leave a mare with a womb quite crowded.

Potion of Fertility (Male Brew: Dragon)

For an anonymous dragon Ponyville is quite the hike, for sure this must be for Spike. Worry not, my lips are sealed. By me, your coming tryst will not be revealed. This potion will make your seed abundant, and an increased speed of your swimmers will see them meet your female's egg triumphant. With this brew's effect your testicles will refill quite rapid, loads copious and frequent will ensure her loins will not long be arid. A drink before an encounter most erotic will see your lovemaking that night abundantly episodic.

“Oh boy...Rarity is gonna have one amazing night from all this.” He said in anticipation.

"I bet. Better down it now, Spike. Takes ten minutes to kick in and lasts a whole day. I'll head down to the kitchen and get Rarity's regular order and the smoothie ready. Just hang out in the dining room until she gets there."

“Alright.” He nodded as he took the male brew and uncorked it as he downed it readily.

He savored the taste. It reminded him of lemonade but not as tangy.

Heading back downstairs, Spike sat at a table, eagerly waiting for Rarity to enter through the doors. Pinkie gave him a milkshake and sapphire donut to snack on while he waited.

As time passed Spike felt the potion begin to kick in. He felt rather… needy, the familiar drive in his nethers joined by a new sensation of a pressure building in his testicles. He had never felt that before and overall it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but he just knew once he blasted the built up load into Rarity's wet, needy foal tunnel, it would be his best climax yet. He wished he had this potion with his prior sexual escapades.

“Oh yeah...it’s gonna be one wild night…” He muttered to himself, grinning at the thought of ravaging Rarity.

As Spike tried to make sure the potions effects didn’t cause any unwanted public displays, his eyes finally landed upon Rarity. The mare’s curvaceous figure was as beautiful as ever, the sight of her large plot swaying and jiggling with each step made Spike’s potionenhanced members twitch with anticipation. He watched as Pinkie Pie gave Rarity her order, motioning over to Spike and when Rarity saw them Pinkie gave the drake a wink before rushing back to the kitchen.

With a smile Rarity sat at the boot with Spike. “Hello Spikey. How are you today?”

“I’m doing great, been having a lot of alone time since Twilight left for that trip.” He admitted.

“Yes, I do hope she is alright though. We haven’t gotten so much as a letter from the poor dear since she left. I wonder what was so important that she’d hurry off and leave without so much as a goodbye?” Rarity asked, while Spike smiled as he watched as she took the straw into her soft lips and began to suck in a first taste of the thick potion-mixed drink. “Hmm?” She exclaimed, looking the drink over. “Tastes like Pinkie Pie added…lemons into the mix. Not too bad honestly, but I would like to know beforehoof next time.” Rarity said, returning to the smoothie.

Spike gave a mental sigh at that. He’d hate for her to have wasted the potion because of a slightly different flavor. “Heh, must just be trying new recipes.” He said. Taking a bite from his Sapphire doughnut. “So, what are you going to be doing later today?”

“Oh, the usual, working on orders and such. Thanks to my new shops and helpers I can focus on the custom orders for ponies who commission clothing. While making clothes for everypony is grand and the shops help with that, I just love the one-on-one work with customers the best.”

“Ah. Any big orders lately?”

“No, but I have the regulars. Actually, I did get an order for a dress from a Griffon of all creatures.” Rarity informed, her fruity drink now halfway gone. Spike listened to her, but kept watching to ensure she finished her entire drink. “It’s not all too different from making a dress for a pony but it has been interesting. It at least gave me a template to work with in the event others of her species wanted one.”

“Was it someone we know?”

“Friend of Gabby’s I believe. Grutha I think her name was. Sweet dear, with Griffonstone rebuilding she was able to set up a shop for her homelands exotic wares here in town.”

“That’s good. Rainbow and Pinkie Pie told me about how the city looked horrible when they first visited.”

“True, but Grutha tells me it at least resembles a propper town now, most buildings are all repaired or entirely rebuilt and the roads are finally fixed. Even managed a proper bridge across the gorge for non-griffon trade and travel.”

Spike nodded, watching as her cup was now just down to one last good sip to finish it off. “Will you be needing any help later?”

“Hmm…” Rarity thought, ignoring the last quarter of her drink. “I suppose if you don’t mind I’ll need help moving some fabrics from the basement up to my workshop. My current piece is for Prince Rutherford. He asked for something to blend both Pony and Yak cultures as a symbol for our friendship.”

“Wow, sounds important.”

“Indeed, he plans on wearing it whenever somepony of importance visits Yakyakistan or whenever he plans on visiting Equestria.”

“Well, shall we head on over to your shop? I imagine such a project needs no time wasted.”

“Why Spike, you are absolutely right.” Rarity said, getting up from her seat. “Come now, we have work to be done.”

With a nod Spike finished off his gem doughnut and followed the mare, staying behind her and her swaying, bouncing plot. The view was magnificent, only obscured by her curly tale that just managed to hide the delicious gem nestled between those pillars of soft, jiggly flesh.

"Oh! Almost forgot." Rarity said, rushing back to the table and quickly finishing off her potion-spiked drink on one go. Her cheeks hollowed out as she quickly sucked down the last remains of the smoothie. "Hate to be wasteful." Rarity said in a sing-song tone before rushing back over to Spike and out the door.

“No, no need to be wasteful.” Spike agreed with a growing grin.

The two arrived at Carousel Boutique with only a few minutes of walking, and by then Spike could clearly tell Rarity was already falling under the potions effects. She was quite flustered by the time they stepped into her shop. And once inside Rarity tried cooling herself off by turning the AC up and drinking a cold glass of water.

"Sorry for the delays Spiky, my head is just positively buzzing it seems. Feels as if I've— Well, nothing a lady should say amongst company." Rarity informed.

“Any way I can help?” Spike asked with practiced innocence.

"Oh, well, ummm…I need to clear my head some more. Oh, it's too soon for this. I don't have the pills…" Rarity said, muttering the last bit to herself. "If you'd be a dear and bring me something chilled? I just need to cool down a bit and with luck I can get started."

With a nod Spike headed towards Rarity's kitchen. He grabbed an old reliable of her's, ice cream. She's always kept a fair stockpile ready for any occasion. Of course he also reached into the fridge, finding a bottle of Sweet Apple Acres special hard cider. The kind not meant for foals. He poured the contents into a large cup and readily gave the two to Rarity.

Without hesitation the mare began to inhale the ice cream straight from the carton and gulped down the hard cider, not even noticing or perhaps even caring how strong it was. The sight of her unexpected gluttony doing something for the horny drake he couldn’t describe.

Unfortunately for her, Sweet Apple Acres special cider had the alcohol content equivalent to a bottle of whiskey, and meant to be taken in shots.

As Rarity finished gorging on the ice cream Spike noticed the cider was quickly working itself through her system. Her potion-addled and now drunken mind losing most of her usual sophistication and upper-class mannerisms. "Hehe, Always good to eat my, my…hehe, oh my. I thinks you gave me the hard cider Spi-(hic)-ky." Rarity slurred, her accent waxing and waning.

“How are you feeling, Rarity?” Spike asked politely.

"Oh, I feel—I feel really hot, Spiky." Rarity admittedly, her mind was such a mess she clearly no longer cared for subtlety. "Like, like when I’m in heat. Oof—it was—it was hard walking home. Kept gazing at everypony, kept smelling things. Lovely, musky things. Hehe, oh my. I'm getting a tad needy it seems."

“And how may I help with your neediness Rarity?” Spike asked readily, wanting to hear her say it before he fulfilled her obvious desire.

"Oh-oh well that’s qu-(hic)-ite kind of you Spiky. I'd-I'd hate to be a bother. Normally I'd be better prepared for this but-but, heh, butt. I've got a big one. Wanna know a Secret? My mother taught me a spell, Looooong time ago. Puts all the fat from sweets and such into the right places." Rarity said, giving her own rear an unladylike, audible slap that sent Spike's nethers on the alert. "It's hard being a lady. Sometimes I just want to-to go wild, show off what's on me and enjoy all those unladylike feelings I get from having this ass of mine."

“You can do that with me, Rarity.” Spike said, already loving everything he’s both hearing and seeing. “I can let you go as wild as you want.”

"Oh-oh Spiky, that's so nice of you. Hehe, you know I have noticed as you grew up." Rarity said, nearly making Spike do a double take on what he heard. "And not just grow tall but I've also seen how strong you've gotten too. That dragon strength must have multiple…uses?" She asked, giving Spike a set of needy hungry eyes that nearly made the drake pounce on her like prey.

“Believe me, there are many uses.” Spike growled happily. “And all for you.”

"Oh Spiky~ Come here and make me feel like a mare." Rarity declared.

Spike didn't need to be told twice. All too readily he pounced onto Rarity, holding her close as he planted his lips to hers. She, of course, tasted of ice cream and a hint of cider, but also of a prime diamond. Cool, refreshing, and a tad minty.

With an all too eager grab, Spike took as much of Rarity's plot that could fit into his hands, squeezing the soft, ample flesh. It was everything he imagined they'd feel like and more. The sensation of Spike's hands gripping her rear sent Rarity into a moaning frenzy, all the while keeping her lips on Spike's, her tongue tasting and feeling along his teeth and tongue.

The heat between Rarity's legs met the hard eager flesh of Spike's rods. She chuckled, finding their shape and texture against her marehood strange but equally exciting as she began grinding her dripping marehood against the drake's members.

Spike struggled not to immediately ejaculate from the sensation. He broke the kiss, wanting to save the best for last. "Ooh, Spike, what are you-" Rarity spoke, her words dying on her lips as Spike kneeled down, placing his lips to her nethers. His tongue, long and snake-like broke between her vaginal lips, exploring her marehood in a sensation Rarity could not explain nor wanted to. She just wanted to experience it.

"Aaaahhh~!" She cried in bliss, feeling her marehood touched and prodded in ways no pony tongue could ever deliver as Spike tasted all of Rarity's inner chamber. Wall to wall, leaving no spot unmolested by his tongue.

"Oh-oh Spike I-I'm going to- Aaaaaaahhhh~!" Rarity cried, a release of pressure spewing out her marehood and down Spike's eager maw as he drank all of her climax. When it ended, Spike withdrew his tongue, licking his lips as Rarity eyed him, huffing deep breaths as her white fur failed to hide a deep crimson blush. "More, Spike. More~" She begged.

“So my lady asks,” Spike started, lining up both his cocks to both of his horny unicorn’s needy holes. “So she shall receive.” He growled, thrusting hard into the needy mare.

Rarity's eyes widened. Having something inserted into her marehood was not unknown to her, but the texture, shape and overall feel of Spike's cock was alien to what the fashionista was used to. It hit nerves and rubbed in a way that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Plus, having her rectum, a part of her sexual unused and neglected, suddenly widened and filled with the same sensation drove her to new levels of pleasure.

Rarity's mind went blank as she was processing the dual feelings. Her body clenched in automatic response.

Slowly, remembering his lessions with Big Mac, Spike began to slowly pace and thrust in, then pull out of his dream mare. Feeling her vaginal walls and anus clenching his cocks so needily was making it difficult for the drake to hold back the desire to blow or go rougher.

"S-Spike." Rarity finally spoke, regaining some mental functions and sobering just a tiny bit. "B-bedroom." She moaned.

With a nod, Spike began the unnecessary, yet all too enjoyable task of walking while rutting Rarity from the downstairs boutique to her upstairs bedroom.

The stairs were quite the challenge, but Spike walked slow and steady, letting his natural walking take the place of his rutting as Rarity moaned and eeped with each step up the seemingly endless stairs.

Finally though, they made it to the second floor and once inside Rarity's bedroom, Spike locked the door and gently placed Rarity and himself onto her bed.

"Mmgh, oh Spike~" Rarity moaned.

“Not going—unf—too rough am I?” Spike grunted, reaching down and groping his mare's bountiful ass.

"Fuck me harder~" Rarity begged, wrapping hooves around Spikes neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

As she did, Spike obliged, thrusting as fast and deep as he could. The bed creaking as springs were rapidly pressed.

Rarity could taste her own marehood on Spike's lips, on his tongue and teeth, and she enjoyed it. She kissed him deeper, clenching with all her might around his rods, letting go of ladylike decorum. For once, she wasn't Rarity the lady, she was Rarity the mare, and as a mare, she wanted—needed—Spike to ravage and senselessly rut her into her bed's headboard. She wanted him to break her bed, leave her sore in the morning and most of all to feel him pump hot, sticky loads of semen into her marehood, into her rectum. Then, if he was still able, again down her own maw. Just as Spike drank all her climax, she wanted to guzzle his.

Spike was getting close now. Closer than he was wanting, but he wanted to add to Rarity's enjoyment before he blew. Spike moved his tail, a fast whipping motion that he used to give her buttocks a hard slap, then swinging back around and slapping her other side as well.

Rarity lost it, feeling her rump so roughly treated, smacked and groped red and tender, sent her mind into pure bliss as she found new strength to clench harder on Spike's cocks.

The drake blew his loads, deep into Rarity's marehood and anus.

The mare's cum chamber filled almost immediately, soon overflowing with Spike's semen as it began gushing out.

Her rectum, despite being new to the treatment, welcomed the hot, throbbing load into its depths. Not a drop escaping as Rarity's abdomen began to swell.

By the time Spike finished and pulled out, Rarity was gasping, her vaginal lips gaping apart showing their creamy filling, letting semen pour out as her anus still clenched its meal tightly inside.

“W-wow…” Spike panted heavily. “That…that was…” Spike was honestly speechless at how great it felt to claim her so thoroughly.

Rarity took several deep breaths, gathering the energy she needed before acting.

With a grunt she pulled herself up, surprising Spike as she scooted back on her bed, a trail of spunk left behind on her sheets she then happily collapsed forward upon. The weight of pressure not on her abdomen let her anus's grip slip, causing a large rush of Spike's semen to spill out. First in a powerful splatter now reduced to a light trickle.

Without a word, Rarity opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out like a dog as she licked from tip to base Spike's top cock.

The sensation brought Spike back to full mast. His testicles feeling like more than enough was left to give to the hungry mare.

“Eager for more, my sexy unicorn?”

Rarity just nodded, her tongue trailing up and down Spike's top cock. The taste of his semen, salty and musky, mixed with the taste of her own marehood, a faint sweetness, was like ambrosia to Rarity. Once the cum was cleaned off Spike's top member she moved to his second, slightly smaller one.

Part of her mind was repulsed by the idea of tasting something that had recently violated her rectum. That part of her mind was properly tossed out the window by hormones and booze as she leaned in and licked it. The taste of semen was of course present, but the taste that could only be her own anus surprised Rarity. It wasn't vile, nor what she was expecting. It tasted a little like her marehood. A different kind of sweetness and more…unexplainable.

She greedily licked the second cock clean as well. Once both were clean and at full mast, she opened her maw wide, and greedily took both members into her mouth.

Spike grunted, holding himself up by holding onto Rarity's back as the mare carefully sucked and used her tongue to caress and feel both Spike's members within her maw. Careful not to let either one out of her lip's grasp.

“Gods Rarity, you’re amazing…” He groaned happily, not believing how great she was at sucking him off.

Rarity, in an act of lust and greed that surprised Spike, wrapped her hooves around his torso, pulling the drake in enough to press his crotch firmly against her muzzle. The tip of Spike's upper, longest member entering the back of Rarity's mouth and meeting the greedy throat its next load would be traveling down.

Spike groaned in pleasure, not wanting to let Rarity have all the fun he grabbed hold of her flanks and rapidly spanked and squeezed the jiggling, soft, malleable lumps of flesh.

Spike soon began thrusting into Rarity's maw, humping her muzzle as he groped her rear end.

Rarity accepted both the flank grabbing and oral thrusting with vigor, using her tongue to caress and lubricate Spike's cocks with every thrust while also kissing the base of them each time it slammed against her lips.

Spike soon let loose another climax, this one having both his rods shoot their loads down Rarity's throat.

The fashionista managed the first gulp, and the second with a noisy chug. But at the third, her lips failed her as the seed began to leak out. First a little, then it flowed out despite her rapid swallows. Her belly rapidly swelling again as her stomach filled with dragon sperm.

Despite her efforts, she could not swallow it all, and pulled Spike's member out, letting the fresh, hot semen spray her face, get into her mane, staining it white and dripping down her nose, mouth, chin, and neck.

“Good girl.” Spike smiled.

Despite her mouth overflowing with cum, Rarity managed to look up at Spike, giving a grin. "Woof~" She said, forcing what semen was left in her mouth down her already packed stomach. After a few breaths to collect her thoughts, Rarity spoke again. "So, round two, Spiky?"

“All for you my wonderful lady.” Spike said warmly.

The two were more than eager to return to their sloppy love making. Time passed and day turned to night. Yet even under the moon's lights neither were using the bed for sleeping that night.

Chapter 11: A Princesses Lust

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Chapter 12: Rock Candy

Spike awoke in the morning with a yawn. He smacked his lips as he stretched and felt joints pop and muscles stretch and flex. With a smile he got up and began his day. It had been many months since he began his sexual conquest of Ponyville’s mares. And he made sure to leave each and every one he laid with carrying his foals.

He began his day making breakfast, devouring his meal of eggs, toast and gems before heading outside to greet the day.

“Ah, another day in paradise.” Spike sighed happily.

He looked around as he walked, seeing many of the mares in town he’d slept with now showing small baby bumps and others with larger, more prominent bellies. He smiled, feeling proud of his work and the looks many of the mares were giving him. All either happily smiling at him or giving him a grin, silently asking for another night like their last.

He would have to check with Pinkie, who seemed to keep a list of mares who wanted another roll in the hay with him. However, today he wanted to check in on Rarity. It had been three months since he finally slept with her, three months since she became pregnant and only three other sexual encounters since the first. That was far too little for the crowning jewel of his conquests.

He arrived at Carousel Boutique, seeing the clothing store was a little…unkempt. Some dust was on the windows, a few bits of tall grass and weeds marred the normally well manicured lawn in front. It immediately made Spike worry. Rarity never let anything get even a little untidy.

Spike walked up and knocked on the door. “Rarity? You home?”

He didn’t get an answer. Checking he found the door open and walking inside he saw the store looked alright, but still no sign of Rarity. He walked upstairs and caught the whiff of… chocolate. Chocolate, doughnuts, ice creams, and other sweet treats.

“Uh…Rarity?” Spike called out worriedly. “You home?”

He made it to her bedroom door, and after a moment, opened it. Rarity’s room was…messy. Various clothing and sewing supplies were on foldout tables, another table held various bits of food, mostly sweets, and drinks. A mostly full trashcan took residence next to the food table, and finally there was Rarity herself.

She was sleeping on her bed, but her belly was HUGE. She looked eight, even nine months pregnant. Her rear also looked much larger, softer too, and because she was sleeping on her back, Spike got an unhindered view of her teats, swollen and actually leaking their lactose.

“Oh boy…” Spike muttered in awe at the filled out mare and her lactating teats.

He enjoyed the sight for a time before shaking his head. It had been two months since he last saw her…at all, actually. He chalked it up to her being busy working on dress commissions and him being busy rutting mares all over town. Carefully, Spike walked up next to Rarity’s bed, going to try and wake her up.

“Hey Rarity.” Spike said softly, gently rubbing her hoof like she enjoyed. “It’s time to wake up.”

She gave a light snort before blinking. “Hmm, Sweetie Belle, is that you?” She asked sleepily. “How long was I out?”

“It’s Spike, and…I’d like to ask you the same question.” The dragon asked worriedly.

“Hm?” Rarity said, blinking rapidly before turning her head and seeing the dragon. “Spike!?” She yelped, and proceeded to try and roll onto her side to cover herself. It reminded Spike of watching a turtle trying to roll over. Eventually after several tries she settled back onto the bed and huffed, already out of energy. “Do you mind…helping me up?” She asked.

“Sure.” Spike nodded, helping the poor pregnant mare onto her hooves. “So, what’s all this about?”

“Oh, well, as you can see I’m…rather pregnant.” She said, taking careful steps once Spike helped her onto the floor. “The doctor said they…lost count at four.” She said meekly.

Spike’s eyes widened at hearing that. “Oh…uh…” Spike started to wonder…just how many of his kids will be running around at this point…as he stared at her belly and felt like the ramifications were finally coming back to haunt him. “Well…I’m here to support you, Rarity.”

“Hm, well, that is very kind of you Spikey. I’ve been working, living, and eating all from my bedroom. Doctor says I’m only going to get bigger. As is I have trouble moving and Sweetie has been very helpful with shopping and managing the store. They say I shouldn’t move much as I get further along. Probably will even need a…C-Section” She frowned, walking over to the food table and began biting into a pastry.

“I understand.” Spike nodded. “Is there any way I can help out and make this…all easier Rarity?”

“Oh that’s kind of you to offer but…I don’t know Spikey. I’ll just be…busy until I have to be in the hospital. With how big I’m going to get they'll want me to stay in the hospital to make sure both me and the babies will be alright. Until then I’m trying to make as many orders as I can and Sweetie can hopefully sell the excess to keep the boutique open while I’m away.”

“If you need the fund’s to keep this place going, I can easily help.” Spike said. “Twilight’s a Princess and get’s ‘Royal Allowances’, which is more bit’s than she has any reason to use, so she gives me a pretty good amount of bits that I can spend on anything I want.”

“That’s kind Spikey but…honestly that’s only part of the reason. The other is…I’m scared.” Rarity admitted. “I’m huge Spike. I look like I'm ready to pop and I’m not even close to ready to give birth, I have more babies in me than most mares ever have in their whole lives, and to top it all off,” She said, finishing off her pastry and then began eating another. “I’m getting so fat!”

“Hey, you're not fat.” Spike stated simply. “It’s a new fashion trend, haven’t you ever heard ‘thick thigh’s save lives’.” Spike said happily.

That managed to make the fashionista chuckle lightly. “I appreciate the effort Spike but honestly, I’m bloated, I’m leaking milk, and I’m sure my plot is not as nice as it was three months ago. Not to mention that once the babies are born my body will…not be the same. Doctor’s said the scar will be fairly visible, and mares in my family don’t lose the foal weight, even with diet and exercise. My figure will be ruined!” Rarity said, tears flowing as she began eating more of her snacks.

Spike gently took Rarity’s face and pulled it towards him so she could face him fully. “Rarity, I like big flanks, and I cannot lie.” Spike started. “It doesn’t matter to me what scar’s you have, or how big you get, I’ll always love you my wonderful unicorn.” The dragon smiled warmly.

“That’s nice of you to say Spike but honestly, after this pregnancy, all I’ll have is my pretty face.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that your body needs to look perfect for me to love you.” Spike told her bluntly.

She looked up at the young drake, lips stained in custard and chocolate and tears in her eyes. “You-you’re just saying that…”

Spike decided to throw words out the window and go in, planting a firm, loving and passionate kiss on the lips of the love of his life, wanting to prove that what he said was true.

Rarity accepted it, feeling wanted, needed as she did her best to wrap her hooves around Spike’s body.

She rapidly lost track of time in the passion and only broke from it when Spike picked her up with little effort. “Oh my! You can lift me?” She asked.

“I’ve had a lot of practice moving things for Twilight.” Spike said readily. “I’m really strong, even if I don’t look like it.”

“I…see…” She said, blushing red. “Well, if you still want I could use help moving around.”

“Anything for you, my lady.” Spike answered warmly.

And so, Spike spent the next few hours helping Rarity. Running to her main workroom and back to gather fabrics and threads, bringing down freshly made clothes and occasionally feeding her, something Spike found he seemed to enjoy.

Rarity adored the attention, feeling beautiful for the first time in months. "You've been such a help Spike." Rarity said as the final batch of dresses were placed on hangers with her magic.

"Always happy to help." Spike said proudly. "You feeling better?"

"Very much so, yes." Rarity said. She was back on her bed, laid down and exposing herself in a way that Spike noticed easily and readily. "If you would be so kind as to help me with one more thing?"

"Always for you Rarity." Spike smiled warmly.

"Would you mind…making me feel as good as you did the night these foals you put in me were conceived?" She asked with a meek, needy tone that Spike loved.

"With pleasure." He growled, getting on top of the heavily pregnant mare, and started to prod against both her holes with his twin battering rams. "Though, I won't be as rough as before…don't want to risk any of our babies." He admitted, gently putting a claw on her ever growing belly.

With a slow, steady push, Spike inserted his rods into Rarity, stretching the mare again and making her moan in bliss.

Rarity loved this sensation. The night Spike knocked her up, made her feel like nothing more than his personal broodmare was the best night of her life. She loved every cum-drenched, semen-filled sloppy second of it. The feeling of going from a prim and proper lady to his personal cum dumpster left her feeling blissfully satisfied in a way Rarity had never felt before.

Slowly, Spike thrusted, keeping an even pace as he gently caressed and massaged Rarity's foal filled belly. The mare cooing and moaning in bliss. While she wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by Spike again, she knew her foals’ safety went above her own desire.

Spike was happy, wishing he could plow Rarity harder but didn't want to risk harming her or the foals. He settled for this slow paced lovemaking, ever glad Big Mac taught him how to go slow and careful. The minutes ticked by in a slow but steady fashion, each one made Rarity feel more and more sensitive to Spike's thrusts. Climax came repeatedly, Rarity blissfully enjoying the passion Spike was gifting her. She had never orgasmed this many times in one session before, and Spike hadn't even cum yet.

The drake was careful to hold it in, wanting to give Rarity a full hour's worth of pleasure before he filled her again.

The drake fulfilled his goal, a full hour and twelve orgasms from Rarity later he finally let loose the stream of hot dragon seed from his rods. The sticky batter filling Rarity's holes and leaking out their edges.

Before she could say anything, Spike pulled out and then kneeled down, looking at the still leaking mounds of Rarity's teats. With a grin he happily kissed each, her milk squirting into his maw. It tasted sweet, likely from all the sweets Rarity had been eating recently, and with greedy abandon Spike began sucking from them.

Rarity was caught off guard, but enjoyed the sensation. The bizarre sexual arousal made her bite down on her own hoof as she felt another climax building.

Spike drank from both, taking long sloppy sucks on each teat before moving to the next, chugging mouthfuls of Rarity's milk til her teats no longer had any to give, having shrunk slightly but still swollen and large as they knew there were foals on the way and they would need even more milk.

Spike gave a satisfied burp.

"Delicious." Spike smiled happily.

Rarity breathed rapidly, catching her breath from the prolonged sexual encounter. "Oh-oh Spike~" She said, a satisfied smile on her lips. Spike laid down next to her and the two shared a kiss, Rarity enjoying his long, reptilian tongue and dancing hers around his sharp predatory teeth. When the kiss ended she got close to Spike, as much as she was able. "This was wonderful darling."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it my princess." Spike said warmly, cuddling up to Rarity more. "So, I was wondering…all things considered…do you want to move in with me?"

"Move in with-" Rarity said, almost managing to sit herself up, only to collapse back down into Spike's arms under the weight of her unborn children. "Oof! Spike, darling I…I'd love to. Truly, but what about the boutique? I mean, running the dresses from the castle to here would be a lot of excess work, and what about Twilight, what will she say when she sees me there? Or if? She has been gone quite a while and frankly it's rude she hasn't even sent a single letter."

"We can move the shop to the Castle if need be." Spike answered. "Sure this place would be a bit empty, but we're going to need a lot more space." he said, gently putting a hand on Rarity's bloated stomach. "And while I can completely agree it's both rude and a little concerning she hasn't sent anything…I still trust her."

Rarity sighed, thinking the idea over. "Well, less stairs and easier access to Ponyville General from Twilight's castle. I suppose I can relocate until after I give birth and renovate the boutique. Gonna have to make the shop and living area much larger."

“Thanks Rarity.” Spike smiled. “It’ll all work out, trust me, there’s plenty of space in the Castle for everything you need and more.”

"Well, it will be an adjustment but it will only be temporary Spike. Just until the boutique is renovated and I give birth." Rarity stated. "Now…mind helping me to the shower? I could use some help bathing~"

“I’m here to serve my princess.” Spike said warmly, nuzzling Rarity happily.

It took a few days but all of Rarity's design and sewing equipment, as well as all her personal effects, were now in her own apartment within Twilight's castle. It was a first floor suite with its own bathroom, close to the entrance and the kitchens and other common rooms. Next door to that was her makeshift sales floor for her boutique.

Sweetie Belle spent the day helping too, though Spike found it odd she gave him strange looks from time to time.

With everything set up all that was left for Spike to do was to pass out fliers telling ponies about Rarity’s new business location.

As Spike went about, posting and passing out fliers-

"YOU!!" Spike turned, seeing the face of the local candy maker Bon Bon, looking at at him with an unbelievably pissed face.

“Uh…hey Bon Bon…” Spike said nervously. “W-what’s the matter?”

"YOU. KNOCKED UP. MY. FIANCE!" She yelled.

Spike quickly remembered she and Lyra were dating…and that he actually hadn't seen Bon Bon since he began his sexual adventures.

Before he could say anything in his defense he suddenly found himself on the ground with the air driven out of lungs. Bon Bon had tackled him and was now dragging him by the ear frill, one of the few sensitive parts on a dragon's body, by her teeth. The pain was definitely bad, and it ended only when she threw him into what he quickly realized as he looked around was her candy shop. As he got up, he saw Bon Bon lock the door and close the curtains, Spike wondered if this was how he died.

“So uh…” Spike gulped. “Why…are we here, why did you lock the door, and are you going to kill me?”

"You knocked up my fiance. The mare I love, and apparently have been rutting her for the past three months! I should flay your scaled hide and use it for decorative table cloth!"

Spike flinched as she stomped closer, closing his eyes and awaiting for the end to come at the hooves of a candy maker…only for nothing to happen. He opened his eyes, and saw Bon Bon now wore a normal, if annoyed, look on her face.

“Uh…why aren’t you trying to skin me alive?” Spike asked nervously.

"Believe me, I'd love to, but I swore an oath to protect the royals and you are one by definition. Even if your skull would make a nice teapot." Spike gulped. He took a moment to process that. Oath? Protect the royals?

“Wait…hold up. What?” Spike started. “Uh…aren’t you a candy maker? I mean…I can understand you being violently pissed because I…fucked your fiance for months. That she asked for, by the way.” Spike brought up, hoping at least that would soften the blow a bit. “But…how does any of that mean you have to protect the royal’s like a guard would?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look, I'll be honest because you are by definition a royal and technically the only and or last of your specific species of dragon and therefore an endangered species."

What? Spike thought.

"So I'll tell you the truth. Bon Bon is my alias in civilian life. My real name is Sweetie Drops. I'm an agent for a special group of monster hunters and warriors that Princess Celestia has used to defend Equestria from bad guys and monsters LONG before Twilight and the elements came around."

“Alright…so first off, awesome,” Spike said, honestly super stoked to hear that there was a badass monster hunting team. “Two…what do you mean I’m the last of my species? And three…what?”

"We classify dragon species by three things: their body structure, the color of their scales, and their wing type. You are a bipedal purple dragon with no wings. There are fossils of your species from before the three tribes united. The fact you even exist is a miracle. The only dragon we think is the same general species as you is Lord Ember, and she's got wings and is blue, plus she's half mountain dragon cause her dad is former Dragon Lord Torch."

“Huh…” Spike said dumbly. “Cool, I guess.”

"Anyway, back on topic…I am extremely pissed you knocked up my fiance. I know I told her when I left a few months back the mission was dangerous and that I couldn't be sure I’d come back, so I told her she could fool around while I was gone. I can't fully fault her cause I know she's such a pervert and Stars know that's part of why I love her." Bon Bon huffed. "I gave her a free pass for one free affair if she wanted, not three months worth but—Agh! I swear that mare has me wrapped around her hoof. Either way, I can't be completely mad at you. Thanks to your sexual misadventures her sex toy shop has been making way more bits than it was before. Practically started a Ponyville sexual revolution."

“So that’s why…” Spike said in realization. “So uh, I will admit, she is one of the more…’wanting’ of the mares that tend to ask me for some action, she did mention that you gave permission so I wouldn’t feel like complete garbage for breaking up a couple, and cause I always ask for consent first.” Spike explained, wanting to make damn well sure this super agent knew he wasn’t some monster. “So that beg’s some questions, are you here to just rant at me? Or did Lyra somehow convince you to ‘take a wild draconic ride’ as it were?” He asked, knowing Lyra through his many round’s with her, she probably would tell her fiance to have at it.

"Before I answer that I'd like to point out the hypocrisy in your statement as I know you didn't ask Twilight for her consent when you knocked her up. Nor Rarity with the fertility potion." Spike's eyes went wide. He had almost forgotten about that bit with Twilight… and he did feel guilty about the fertility potion with Rarity.

“I…” Spike wanted to argue, trying to think of a way to not have her see him like some monster that just used those two. ”I…” Spike sighed, looking down sadly. “I really am a terrible person…” He grumbled. “It’s funny…everyone else asked for it…but…the two I trust most are the one’s I hurt the most by my own dumb desires.”

"Well Twilight didn't know much about sexually maturing dragons and how strong the initial lust-need is upon it happening. As for Rarity, yeah that's all you." Bon Bon said, making Spike feel terrible. "On the plus side you definitely woke something up in Twilight given how her trip is going, and Rarity is happy."

“I mean, Rarity being happy about all of this both softens the blow, and helps me so much mentally, but what’s happening with Twilight? Why hasn’t she sent me a letter at all and…how do you know any of this?”

"If I told you how I get my information I'd have to erase the last twenty four hours of your memories. Standard protocol." Bon Bon said. "As for Twilight, looks like she's had her own sexual awakening if her new kirin and griffon lovers are anything to go by."

“So that’s why I felt…’bested’” Spike growled.

"To be fair that griffon has three inches on you in length and two in girth. Then the kirin has two just like you cause they're part dragon so, yeah."

“I’m still only a teenager, I still have a whole lotta room to grow.” Spike countered. “Plus…I don’t even know what kinda dragon I am, or how big I actually could grow.”

"Well I can tell you based on fossils of your species, adults of your specific breed didn't get that much taller than you are now, but you will get some more bulk muscle-wise."

“Well, that’s at least something.” Spike grumbled.

"Yeah. Now, to answer your question, regrettably…"

"She wants you to have a go with me?" Spike asked, wanting to know what the confectioner and secret agent really wanted.

"Basically, our plan for when we'd have foals was that they'd be from the same father, and we'd try and have them fairly close together. While I'm not as into penis as much as Lyra's skanky bisexual ass, I will admit…exotic races are a bit hot for me."

"Alright." Spike nodded. "Need any help setting the mood?"

"No, just let me do this on my terms, alright?"

“Take your time.” Spike nodded.

Bon Bon walked up to Spike, slowly placing a hoof on his neck.

Pop!

Spike felt his body go limp as he hit the floor. Panic immediately set in. "On relax, it was a nerve strike, the paralysis will only last two hours." She said, splaying him out flat on his back.

”That doesn’t fucking help at all!” Spike said in a panic.

"I said I wanted to do this on my terms." She said, "Yeesh, Lyra doesn't whine when we do this."

“This is a first for me, the fuck do you want?” He countered.

"Simple. I enjoy being the alpha in sex and having my way with my lover, but so do you given how assertive you’ve been, so for me to get what I want without any…interuptions, I figured I'd temporarily paralyze you so I can have some fun my way." She said, fixing up Spike so he was flat on his back, arms wide open and legs spread just enough. She walked down to his crotch,

Pop!

Spike felt her do something down there and immediately felt his members at full mast. "Wow, I think I can see why Lyra is a regular for you now."

“Uh…how?” Spike asked nervously.

"You’ve got a perfect curve on your—Oh you mean the sudden boner. Well if you grew up with dragons you'd know there's a special nerve ending around the crotch that when applied with just the right amount of pressure brings the male's members into full attention. There's one for females too but that one triggers an instantaneous reproductive response from her. Basically you push that nerve on them and they'll be ready to breed immediately." Bon Bon said as she walked behind her candy store's counter.

"Right then." Spike said carefully. "So, what else do you have in mind?"

"One second. Where did I put it?" She said rummaging around out of Spike's view for a while. She finally came back with a few jars and a bottle of edible chocolate lube. "Okay, guess it's time to start." Bon Bon said. She opened one of the jars and pulled out what appeared to be a ball gag. She placed it in Spike's mouth and then began to strap it around his head. Spike was surprised. The ball gag was actually candy, a large jawbreaker it seemed.

Once that was on him she took the bottle of chocolate lube and covered his members and crotch in it, then gave a slow, experimental lick from base to head, making Spike moan a bit.

"Okay…that's new." Spike thought, not really having done much food play, or BDSM all things considered.

He did enjoy the taste of the jawbreaker ball gag, and with his body limp he felt the sensation of his members being licked and lubricated was far more potent than normal.

Once Bon Bon licked and coated every side and inch of his members she ended her oral work with a light kiss on his heads. "Let me guess, it feels more intense than normal?" She asked with a smirk. Spike managed a nod. "Perk of the paralysis. While you can't move it puts your senses into overdrive, your sense of smell, taste, hearing, and of course, touch are all cranked up a few notches." She informed, now eye to eye with Spike.

"Mmm…" Spike tried to say something through the sweet ball gag.

"Just sit back and let me do all the work." Bon Bon said as she climbed on top of Spike, readying herself as she slowly sat down, letting the tips of Spike members spread her vaginal lips open and slide in effortlessly thanks to the lube. Soon she carefully had both of his rods inside her foal tunnel. "And now…"

Spike suddenly felt the walls of Bon Bon's tunnel tighten, gripping his rods with an intense pressure and strength he’d never felt from a mare's pussy before. He moaned, the tightness mixed with the natural silkiness and lube made his pre cum pump out on instinct. "Like? Learned back in my rookie days how to make the best use of all my body's muscles at will. And once I met Lyra I applied it to other muscles~"

Spike wanted to thrust into the wonderful depths, but his body was still under the paralysis and so he helplessly moaned at her actions.

Without a word, Bon Bon began the slow action of pulling herself up and slamming back down on Spike's crotch. All without loosening her grip on the dragon's cocks as she had him right where she wanted.

Spike was slowly losing his mind, loving the enhanced sensation the paralysis gave him on top of Bon Bon's ironclad vaginal grip on his cocks. A part of his mind wondered if this was similar to how he made the mare's feel. If so he wouldn't mind if Bon Bon did this to him every now and again.

Spike let himself melt into the pleasure Bon Bon was giving him. It was different, being on the receiving end of the effort. Bon Bon slammed down on Spike's rods with all her body weight.

Spike climaxed. Pumping both his rods hot loads into Bon Bon's ever tight pussy. Before he could even sigh in pleasure, Bon Bon hit that special crotch nerve again and he felt his members pulse back to full mast. "Not bad, but this paralysis lasts about two hours, and I plan on making use of all that time to ensure I'm pregnant just like Lyra~" Bon Bon said, smirking as she looked down at Spike. "Tell you what, finish off that candy ball gag and I'll let you eat my ass out. Lyra finds it pairs well with many of my edible toys and lubes~"

Spike tested the jawbreaker for a moment, using his expert tongue work and newly enhanced sense of taste to see if he could just chomp down on the thing and get it all done, all the while giving a demonstration to how good he could work his snake-like tongue.

The minutes passed and sooner than he expected, Spike managed to lick a small hole he could slip his long tongue out of. "Oh, you must really want to taste my ass don't you~" Bon Bon said, working Spike after his fifth orgasm thanks to her knowledge of his unique dragon pressure points. "Such a perverted lizard. You and Lyra are two of a kind~"

Spike rolled his eyes a little bit, but was still ready to eat her ass like a champ.

The last hour of the paralysis soon wore off, Spike finally able to move his arms and legs. He finished off the candy gag with a satisfying crunch.

Smiling, Bon Bon finally released her grip on Spike's cocks, letting them pop out of her cum flooded pussy along with a continuous stream of the drakes sperm. She moved the jars and lube next to Spike and turned around, resting her flank on the drakes torso. Giving him a lovely view of her anus and cum stuffed baby-maker leaking a stream onto him, but he didn't care. "Go on then, you want to and I'm actually wondering how deep that tongue of yours can reach~"

“Alright.” Spike said, reaching up and grabbing onto Bon Bon’s toned flank and rear before diving straight into it, letting his tongue do its magic on the candy spy’s ass.

He gave it a taste. It was salty, likely from the sweat and musk of their two hour sexual escapades. He happily gripped her flanks as his tongue tasted and circled the ring of flesh before pushing its way in. To his pleasure Bon Bon moaned as the tip of his tongue snaked its way inside the candy mare's rear. Spike had honestly never seen how deep into a mare his tongue could reach.

His lips met her anal ring, forming a kiss as his tongue continued to trail deeper into Bon Bon's colon. When his tongue reached its full length, over twenty inches when stretched out, was as far as it could be inside the candy mare, moving and convulsing around. "Oooohhhh fuuuuu~uuuck!" Bon Bon moaned, blushing for the first time their entire session of erotic love making.

Spike grinned at that, lightly squeezing the mare's flanks as he got to work eating her out like she oh-so wanted.

After several minutes of getting accustomed to her natural flavor, he finally slipped his tongue out and began looking through the edible options he had.

Lubes of various flavors, ranging from sweet and tangy to sour and salty. Toys made from gummies, jelly beans, and bubblegum shaped like dildos and beads for pleasing pussies, while Bon Bon took a few that looked like they were meant to be used on cocks.

Spike stuffed the candy mare's ass with an edible toy, drowned in the flavored lube and slowly but eagerly ate her sweet-filled ass again til nothing was left.

When it was all finally over, Spike's stomach was bulging slightly, Bon Bon's anus was gaping wide, coated in saliva and the few remains of various lubes. The mare herself was breathing heavily as her face was now crimson red. "That was…waaaaay better than I was expecting." Bon Bon breathed.

"Always happy to satisfy a lovely mare." Spike said happily.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Bon Bon said, managing to get herself up and off of Spike. "Your actions on the other hoof…well, I might have Lyra and I request your service again every so often."

"Bet she'll try and drag you to me by the end of the week." Spike chuckled.

"She better not. It's gonna take me a while to make all those edible toys and lube you ate." She chuckled. "You best go home and shower. I'll do the same."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna need to drink a whole lotta water to recover from all that." Spike nodded. "Well…it was fun Bon Bon."

"It was. More than I expected." Bon Bon said with a nod. "In terms of males I'm fine sleeping with, you're on that very exclusive list."

"Cool." Spike nodded, getting up and stretching a bit. "Well, normally I spend time cuddling…but for next time I suppose."

"Sure. Next time you, me, Lyra, a sticky, messy bed and lots of empty edible lube bottles."

"It's a date." Spike joked with a warm chuckle.

With that Spike bid Bon Bon a goodbye for now, and seeing that Celestia was setting the sun he rushed home to the castle. Once there he took a much needed shower and with that, climbed into bed, in Rarity's room.

"You were gone for a while Spike. Something happened?" Rarity asked as she felt the drake grab hold of her soft frame from under the sheets.

“Uh…Bon Bon got back and…at Lyra’s suggestion, decided to ‘take a draconic ride’ as it were.” Spike said honestly.

To his surprise, Rarity chuckled. "Another tally on your list then?"

“Yeah.” Spike nodded. “But even if I can have all the fun with all the lovely mares in Ponyville, you're always my number one.”

"That's kind of you darling but I know about your regulars. Mare's gossip darling and when a mare has a good night with a stallion they love to tell with all the details. Especially when said stallion has fathered almost half of Ponyville's next generation of residents."

“Well…I do get around.” Spike said sheepishly. “And many did ask for it.”

"I'm aware. I suppose it doesn't surprise me too much. Ponies are herd creatures. While herd marriage might be rarer and largely out of practice, many mare's have taken up a more modern herd system compared to the old one."

“Fair enough.” Spike nodded. “I…probably should know what modern herd system’s are because of Twilight…but for some reason it’s blanking to me.”

"Well it's actually quite simple darling. See, the old herd system mainly revolved around one stallion in a marriage to multiple mares. The modern version mostly just removes the marriage part. Lots of mare's want to share a stallion but modern marriages are more based on having a head mare with other mare's being homemaker's while others work and take other roles. By removing marriage the herd can still be a herd, and Celestia apparently approves of it because she set laws in place that a single mother only pays half her taxes until the foal becomes an adult. They also get a lot of benefits in regards to paycheck, healthcare, retirement, tax refunds, all those things. On the father's side, so long as the father willingly wants to be present in the child's life he will too receive those benefits so long as he and the mother have joint custody with the child. This law also states that in the event one of the parents die they still have a parent to live with and care for them in case no other immediate family is available for taking the foal in."

Spike took a deep breath. “Alright…so I’m going to need at least another job and…Celestia’s royal coffee reserves…”

"Considering you get a crown allowance I doubt that will be much of an issue."

“For work yes…for the amount of coffee I will need to help tend to every single child of mine…Celestia’s gonna have a rival in the ‘who can drink more coffee’ contests.”

"You mean other than Princess Luna?"

“Exactly.” Spike sighed. “Curse you endangered dragon hormones!” Spike said dramatically, raising a fist playfully in the air and shaking it at the ceiling just for theatrics.

"Endangered?" Rarity asked, now wide awake and managing to turn herself over to look at the drake. "What do you mean Spike?"

“So uh…” Spike scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know any important details, but apparently someone I talked to that’s…lets say an expert, doesn’t know what species of dragon I really am…but that I’m the the only living example of my type, based on my size, the fact I don’t have wings, and just…me being me.”

"Oh Spike…" Rarity said, giving him a hug. "I…how could that be possible?"

“No idea.” He sighed. “Celestia probably just…gave a fossilized egg for the unicorn foals to do a test with…then Twilight showed up and, well, did her thing.”

"Well, given your ‘escapades’ you won't be the last of your kind for long, and if you were to have little eggies with some lucky dragonesses you really won't be any more."

“If I ever get that lucky…the only dragoness that would have the slightest bit of interest in me is Ember but…again, I’m me.” Spike motioned to himself. “I’m not really ‘special’ to a dragon all things considered.”

"Well maybe once she hears about your situation, you will be." Rarity said, managing to give Spike a kiss on his chin. "Perhaps we should talk more tomorrow. For now I imagine Bon Bon left you tired if you've been out all this time."

With a nod and a smile, Spike kissed Rarity on the cheek and settled into the comfortable big spoon around his gravid mare.

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