Scale to the Wrist to the Claw to the BEEP!
Turbo Jerking
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Ever since the discovery of Mirror Pool (AKA the pond able to duplicate shit), it's ability to produce an endless line of clones has weighed heavy on your mind. An infinite amount of clones means an endless amount of possibilities: an army, a workforce, a nation based on a single subject, the source of it all.
Power is not inherently good or evil, but its wielder makes it so.
Does spawning a thousand clones, all linked to a single sensory source, coming together to jerk each other off, constitute evil?
Dunno. You tell me.
“Quiet! I said be quiet!'
The chatter rebounded off the walls of the cave, echoing down it seemingly endless length. From a hole in the ceiling, a faint, aquamarine light shone down on the thousand teenage dragons (over eighteen so pls no sue) conversing among themselves. They stood in an open and wide area, able to house them all with space to spare.
At the front of this space, a dragon stood atop a rock overseeing the rest. He was taller and darker (one for distinction from the rest and two to fulfill his need for superiority), and filled his lungs with air.
“SHUT UP OR NO ONE GETS JACKED OFF!”
Everyone shut up. Few cried at the prospect.
“Thank you,” Spike said, feeling all eyes on him. He put his claws behind his back. “Now then, today we'll be jerking each other off, and everyone will enjoy the combined sensation of doing so. If all goes according to plan, no amount of lube, porn, or an actual marefriend will compare to the following euphoria.” His eyes swept across the crowd. “Any questions?”
A claw raised from the far back. “Ah, yes! I-If you're going through the effort to spawn all of us, why not just spawn mares for each of us? If we're all going to collective feel the act of everyone here, shouldn't it be to the best possible extent?”
“Ah! Good question.” Spike held out his claw. “But, pray tell, how would we convince a mare to walk with us, nonetheless, follow us into a dark and damp cave?”
The claw in the back lowered. No more questions were raised.
“Alright then. Dragons... formation!” He shot his claw into the air with three digits pointing out, every dragon shuffling below him. After a few moments, they formed the tightest circle possible, then looked back up to their master. “Now sit down and cross your legs!”
The dragons did just that. The floor groaned from the collective thuds of dragon butts. Each crossed their legs, looked left then right to confirmed their brothers did the same, then back up to their leader.
“Now then, gentle-drake, unsheathe your cocks!” Spike blew forth a green fire between two of his digits, manipulating the stream of flame so that, once it all had burned out, a perfectly detailed nude smoke drawing of Rarity floated upward; the outline of her pussy was accentuate by the light.
“C'mon now!” he yelled, hopping down from his rock, feeling his cock flop around with his motions. He sat down at the absolute front of the circle, something his inferiority-complex made him astute about. “Raise claws... link arms!”
Once again, the dragons followed the orders, limb intertwining with limb, the motion shooting parallelly through the circle, the chain meeting and forming at the other side. Once the brother in arms was satisfied, they looked back to their host.
“This will sound, like, totally gay,” Spike began in a voice as brave as he could muster, “but I need all of you to grab your cocks, and to do so with both your claws.” He gripped his cock with both claws; Spike greatly enjoyed leading by example. “It will feel weird at first, but the momentum won't carry as well if we don't use both.”
On both sides of Spike, each dragon gripped their dick with both claws, the chain shooting down the circle once more in a fluid movement. Each grimaced as they did so, the expression shared by their partner, which, in reality, instead of helping, just made the whole ordeal feel worse and even weirder.
“Trust me, boys, this will feel awesome!” Spike exclaimed louder than he should, hoping the spark of energy would fool everyone out of the present awkwardness, including himself. “Now the, commence preparation for circle jerk!”
Like a monk, each dragon hunched over slightly, closing their eyes and monitoring their breaths. They unintentionally reached Nirvana in preparing, but no such state could compare to the sensation of jerking off a hundred time in the same session.
“Three seconds to circle jerk!”
Everyone was still.
“Two seconds to circle jerk.'
Everyone held their breaths.
“One second to circle jerk!”
Everyone felt themselves go hard.
“Commence... circle jerk!”
Every dragon, every claw, every digit, began to rub up and down the rod of their cock, delighting in the tingly sensation after being repressed with too much suspense. True to his word, everyone felt the efforts of their brother, some cumming then and there.
Those few, my friends, is what they refer to as 'dragon bitches.'
“C-C'mon!” Spike shouted, voice hitched by his ministrations. “E-Even if you've finished, don't b-break the chain!'
Those few, set on the path of redemption, returned to jerking their limp dicks. It was frivolous, to be sure, but anything to help out their common dragon. These efforts were not in vain, for, as the momentum of the combined jerking traveled faster and faster around the circle, the dragon found themselves jerking off at speeds never before thought possible.
“This is it, boys!” Spike moaned, yet kept his deep bass pitch about him. “We've reached stage two! J-Just a little more, and our claws will jerk by themselves!'
Left and right, dragons were cumming, some sperm shooting so high, it hit the smoke Rarity floating above. Those brave souls, the ones who had finished and their cocks now hurt, continued to rub through the pain to keep the speed rising. Their balls, which was accustomed to many sessions in the same like, churned seamen faster that ever forced before.
“W-We're reaching it!” Spike moaned like a little girl. The pleasure awash his need to please. “T-Turbo jerk is almost here. Keep at it!”
They kept at it. They kept jerking, the momentum of each jerk connecting to the next arm, with quicken the next jerk and made the one after that even faster. Soon enough, the energy itself was jerking the dragons off, growing even faster because of it.
“Turbo jerking! I repeat, we have turbo jerking!” Spike threw his head back, letting his eyes close to indulging in the bliss fully. “I've never felt anything so perfect in my life. The greatest sensation, enjoyed with clones of myself—the best friends I could have ever asked for.”
Each man wept at the comradely, loving their brother as much as they loved themselves, which was really the same thing at the end of the day. Soon, more and more dragons began to finish, but those who had before felt ready to go again.
A strange phenomenon was about to occur. One that would terrify the nation for the next hundred years.
The speed of the turbo jerk never declined, due to the will of each dragon to satisfying themselves, and thus, their brothers. When one set of dragons came, the next set was ready to go again, a series that continued so the stream of cum never ceased. They'd become a process, a machine, one that had picked up such speed, which the circle itself began to rise.
Each dragon did not see the ground begin to grow smaller. The pleasure overrode the sensation of their butts leaving the stone, as they passed through the hole in the ceiling, and began to fly across the world like a UFO.
Villages knew what was to come, merely cum. Fillies and colts pointed up to the sky, and by the time their parents looked up, it was too late to avoid the talk of the birds and the bees. The cocks were stretching out due to their use, growing bigger with every stroke, their globes of seamen as it rained from the sky to those down below.
The dragons were unaware of the mayhem they were causing, only the pleasure so good, that it felt like they were flying. This continued for quite some time and places, Ponyville and Canterlot the most displeased, a flying circle of dragons jerking seamen over your home, not a fine way to start the morning at all.
One the “what the fuck is that” and the “how the fuck are they doing that” to “why the fuck are they doing that”, a myriad of unicorns and pegasi (but no earth ponies, because they're useless) came together to ask instead “how the fuck do we stop them from painting the world white?'.
At 0600, a thousand unicorns were informed by the pegasi that the Turbo-Jerk was flying their way. With horns charged, they opened fire on the dragons, the magic being deflected upon contact with their scales, though the impact made them jerk even faster. Before anyone could realize the grave mistake they were making, Armageddon occurred.
A green glow manifested at the center of the Turbo-Jerk, growing larger as they went even faster, collecting the magic fired upon it. It grew to a size of a protective bubble around its owner, becoming bigger and brighter, blinding all those present, until the speed of light was attained by the dragons.
A blast of green magic shot across the land, decimating everything within its vicinity, destroying species after building after nation, reaching the bottom of the world, which proceeded to explode from the devastation.
The Turbo-Jerking dragon flew off into space, the bubble supplying them with the oxygen they needed, flying past planets and stars, slicing them in half by just their passing.
And then Spikes came.
