Heroes In Their Clutches

The not-so-little-after-mere-months-in-Ponyville green and purple dragon closed his eyes to shield from blown-in droplets, and pushed the door open. The sound of the bell ringing was drowned by the rush of cold air on his face, the increased volume of the rain, and the words “Spikey-Wikey” in the distinct voice that was music to his ears. Spike smiled a subdued smile that wouldn’t come across as creepy even before he opened his eyes again, so grateful for this opportunity. Sure enough, he saw the fair coated, fairer faced, immaculately sculpted Rarity standing outside. She was dressed is a transparent purple raincoat that protected a dark, form-fitting short-sleeve shirt and one of her signature cutie-mark skirts of a darker purple. Her hood wasn’t up, and instead her silk smooth purple mane was protected by a purple umbrella that hung over her shoulder.

“Rarity!” he said cheerfully, stepping aside and gesturing into the library just like a real butler. “Come on in! Throw your wet clothes anywhere. Applejack-”

“Hey Rarity!” the orange-coated, voluptuous but muscular farm-mare called from the floor above. “C’mon up here! We’re toastin’- *giggle* we’re cookin’ yer marshmallow kin!”

Spike looked back from the stairs at Rarity, who had just stepped inside and was closing her umbrella and wiping her purple rain boots, and couldn't help but snicker. The white unicorn responded with a cold glance that shut Spike up quick. With a deft lean-to and pull, he finished the wind’s job of closing the door and bolted it.

Rarity shook her wet boots off and into the pile with Spike and Applejack’s clothes. Her umbrella and raincoat soon followed. Spike tried not to stare at the long white legs, partially exposed cleavage and perfect ass under the skirt, and walked past to lead her upstairs.

“Yeah, Applejack just got here, and we’re roasting marshmallows,” he stepped onto the stairs and turned around. Getting another wide glimpse at his love who was now smiling again made his luck even less believable to him. “Marshmallows were the first thing on Dusk’s list, so it really sucks he couldn’t come.” As if. He’s in Canterlot making little alicorns with possibly both the sun and moon, and I’m just here getting facetime with the actual prettiest filly in Equestria: more than a fair trade in my book. “You can come on up and eat them if you like, or I could get you something else…” his eyelids dimmed and pupils turned into solid red heart-shaped masses. “Absolutely anything you want.”

“Hot cocoa,” she replied casually, snapping him out of the trance she either hadn’t noticed or had noticed many times before and knew how to handle. Spike shook his head and let her walk past him. “It was soooo dreadfully chilly outside,” she hugged herself and shivered in demonstration, then turned back to the dragon with her own dimmed eyes. “Would the tiniest cup of hot cocoa be too much of an imposition, Darling?”

Spike’s purple face glowed with happiness, then he dashed up the stairs past Rarity without a word. He passed through the brief dark area at the top of the stairs and emerged on the second floor, where all lanterns had been extinguished and the spacious room was illuminated only by moonlight and the warm glow from the fireplace. He glanced over at Applejack, who’s coat color matched the fire’s, sat comfortably on the numerous surrounding pillows. The orange farm pony kept her hat on, but her drenched orange shirt was draped over the back of a nearby chair. She averted her eyes from her darkening marshmallows to smile back at him.

“Cocoa fer me’d too’d be mighty nice. Thanks, Spike.”

Spike made another quick dash to complete his journey into the library’s tiny kitchen to the side. With the deftness of a seasoned bartender, he yanked a drawer open with one claw and a cabinet with another, setting three empty mugs and a small bag of particulates down on the counter. Dusk must’ve used up the last bag and bought a whole new one, because the bag was a different color, but still felt like cocoa and was in the right drawer, so he pulled the string to open it and absent-mindedly shook a few teaspoons into each mug while looking at the faucet which he then flicked the handle to start running. He heard behind him Rarity and Applejack meet by the fireplace and start an idle conversation. About what, he couldn’t hear clearly, but them saying it when he theoretically could meant they were comfortable, which was A. a clear step up from last time according to Dusk and B. something he could help with by serving and listening. He’d always noticed that despite being the only known dragon living among Equestrian society, he had a calming effect on ponies, which was how he’d subtly endear the love of his life to him. He couldn’t keep ladies waiting though, so he set down the bag and grabbed the handles of all three mugs with one hand to run them back and forth underneath the water.

He immediately heard popping and fizzing noises coming from all three mugs, and looked down into them to see an orange liquid bubbling up from the bottom of the mugs. Normally he would have just rolled his eyes at his adoptive brother’s habit of leaving spell ingredients with food ingredients, but out of anxiety for the night he thought he’d suppressed so far, he panicked, working quickly. He turned his claw over to dump out all the mugs at once, then swapped them to his other claw so he could open and pull the real chocolate particulates out of the drawer. He felt his every heartbeat as time ticking away and patience lost in his love and her friend as he filled the cups up again. This had to be a perfect night for the both of them or he was fucked.

“An’ the next thing on Dusk’s list was scary stories,” Applejack continued, taking a final sip from her cocoa, then nearly choking and spitting it back up in laughter at what she was about to say. Rarity, thankfully, came to the rescue and finished the story.

“So I told a story about rude ghost, and Applejack told a story about a prissy ghost *unlady-like snort*...”

“And Dusk still couldn’t take a hint?” Spike smiled, leaning closer to the fire.

“NO!”
“NO!”

Both fillies blurted in unison, looked to each other, and then had yet another giggle fit. They were talking about the worst sleepover of their lives to add joy to possibly the best that was taking place in the same house, with the same weather outside. Neither of them had anything against Dusk Shine, especially after he put up with their behavior last time and invited them over again, but his little brother, who they hadn’t given too much consideration ever before, was proving a much better host. He’d lit them a fire that put Granny Smith’s winter ones to shame, made them the sweetest hot chocolate they’d ask for 50 more cups of if they had no pride, and was now just sitting there, backlit by the fire, smiling that sharp-toothed but still perfect smile, and listening. Like a husband.

“You know, Applejack,” Spike said, snapping the orange farm pony out of… something. She didn’t remember anymore. “Hiding your true feelings behind a ghost story wasn’t very honest.”

“Ah, hell,” Applejack blushed and looked away. “Yer right: ahm a naughty, naughty filly who should’a rucked with Nightmare Moon instead.”

Spike chuckled, but Rarity’s eyes narrowed on Applejack as the unicorn finished and set down her cup.

“Undoubtedly,” Rarity said with a smile, and then to Spike’s surprise, crawled the distance between them and leant up against the fireplace by his side. The dragon’s heart rate increased and the anxiety from earlier started to resurface, but he kept it under control; this was just a game they were playing, and he’d been closer to her warm body and flawless coat and mane before. “Spikey-Wikey,” she looked to him and began, while he kept his eyes focused on Applejack, who was still sitting there happily, and had just set down her own empty mug, to try and keep his cool. “How do you think naughty little Applejack should be punished for not living up to her element?”

“Uh-whuh?” Spike finally looked to the white unicorn’s perfectly sculpted face. This was still clearly a game, but Rarity was now talking just like Celestia did whenever she and Dusk shooed the dragon out of the room. He felt his face warming up, and not from the fire, so he quickly turned back to Applejack and tried to defuse the situation. “Uh, I don’t know. Uh, Applejack, would you mind doing the dishes in the morning?” Spike half-cringed saying that, feeling guilty for asking anypony, much less his guest, to do his job for him, but it was the only thing he could think of. Sadly, the two sexy fillies proved far more imaginative.

“Oh come the hell on,” Applejack groaned while smiling and rolling her eyes.

Rarity’s soft fingers took Spike’s chin and turned him to look at her.

“Now you’re being the naughty one, Spike. First you’re letting off no good, dirty-rotten liars just because they attract you, and before long you’re rampaging through towns and kidnapping princesses.”

Spike’s blood ran as cold as that of the reptiles he resembled.

“Uh,” he gently took Rarity’s hand and tried to move it away. “I don’t think it’s naughty to be merciful.” What was wrong with them? They had always been the teasing and joking types, but never like this. They had to realize how uncomfortable this was making him, right?

“Uncomfortable” became an understatement a second later, as the moment Spike moved her one hand away from his chin, Rarity used her other to grab his crotch through his loose shorts. The young dragon’s eyes went wide as saucers and his lips puckered tightly, as his shorts did a little to protect him.

“Don’t expect any mercy tonight, darling.”

“Rar-mmmm!” Spike started to squeak out, but was cut off when the white mare lurched her head forward and forced her tongue down his open mouth. And before he could do anything but nearly choke, she used both her hands to push him down onto his back on the pillows so that she was completely on top of him.

This was it; his dream; to kiss Rarity on the mouth, but this was nothing like he imaged; no romance, no heart just force and violation.

He moved his hands to push the crazed mare off him, but without pausing her tongue dance, Rarity’s horn glowed and his wrists were forced down.

“That’s it, Rarity! Give lover-boy a good snoggin’. Git’im nice and warmed up.”

Spike looked to his left to see the mare he had, until that point, been expecting to pull Rarity off him, calmly walk up beside her them and begin undoing her shirt.

Sweet Celestia! They’re really going to do this! What’s wrong with them?! It’s like their in heat, but that’s not supposed to happen for months. What’s happened to them?! Is this some kind of nightmare?! No, it- Rarity’s lips are too real, and Princess Luna would arrive and save me even if she’s spending the night with Dusk. Is it something in the air? Is it something they-

Spike realized what was going on just as Rarity’s lips left his. Dusk had been working on experimental potion for a while now. Dusk had been handling the project mostly alone, but against the dragon’s better judgement, he’d asked what it was about.

Dusk, never once to pass up the chance to talk about science, had launched into a long lecture about recovered scrolls and incomplete chemical formulas. All Spike’s bored brain had been cared to make out from it was that it was an attempt to replicate the legendary love potion, using what was known about estrus cycles to fill in the gaps.

Dusk was working on some kind of potion related to a mare’s estrus cycle, and he’d just fed residue of it to them in their cocoa cups. He looked up into Rarity’s eyes, and there was no reason, no generosity, and indeed, no mercy in them. Just pure, animal lust, and Spike’s own reflection.

The young dragon wanted to scream: wanted to get every pony possible in there as soon as possible to hopefully protect him from this imminent violation. He wanted Rarity, but not like this. She- they both needed help! Dusk needed to be here to cure-

A cure. Dusk said there was no cure. All he said was that in previous animal test subjects, the only ones that retained their sanity were the ones that…

Applejack dropped her shirt, revealing a lacey-orange bra, stood by his head and looked down at him with a devious smirk as she began undoing her pants.

Got release.

Spike’s entire groin went cold and a lump formed in his throat. He felt guilty even considering doing that to them, but then the invisible force around his wrists ceased long enough for Rarity to quickly roll his skinny body over to its right. He was too afraid and cared too much for the girls to struggle, but now all he could see were Applejack’s bare feet, and his ass and tail were now far more exposed, compounding the sense of vulnerability that had his heart racing. If he was going to shout and breath fire and swash his tail, not was the time to do so.

“Okay!” he had shouted out loud enough to give the crazed mare’s pause before he really knew what he was doing. “Oh-okay! We can do this! I want to do this!” his words were starting to sink in, but he knew what he had to say next. “Let’s- I-” his voice trailed off. “Please be gentle.”

Applejack’s pants dropped to her feet and Rarity’s telekinetic grip on his wrist reaffirmed itself while her hands quickly pulled his shorts and underwear down and off his legs, leaving him fully exposed.

“Not on yer life, sugarcube!”

“You’ve lived a sheltered life under Dusk and Celestia, darling. It’s high time that you were taught true friendship!”

After she spoke, Rarity stuck out her tongue and licked her comparatively cold tongue vertically up the soft, unscaled flesh of his asscrack under the tail that had instinctively peeled up and out of the way. Spike’s eyes went wide and his body tensed, but he forced himself to adjust to the feeling quickly enough. He hated the sensation of his body being dragon-handled and violated like this, but he told himself to suck it up.

C’mon, Spike. This is your fault for giving them those cups. You’re lucky it wasn’t poison or something. And if you think this is bad, how do you think they’re gonna feel in the morning… or whenever they finish? Take some responsibility and make sure they don’t end up doing this to somepony who doesn’t deserve this.

As Rarity finished her first full lick, Applejack kicked her pants out of sight and began sitting down backwards on the pillows. Even though he was most definitely a virgin, Spike knew where this way going and the basics of what to do, and tried to think up something to say that would make this feel more natural.

“Applejack, I- uh”

“Now ah don’t want no stupid apple pie jokes, k darlin?” she cut him off as she sat down and spread her legs so her feet were on either side of the dragon’s head, and her glistening, hairless pussy was inches from his mouth. The smell of arousal almost made Spike gag, but he was too hypnotized by the puffy orange gash in front of him to do so, especially after the farm mare started using her right hand to poke and rub it and really got the spring flowling.

“I can feel that you like what you see, Spike,” Rarity suddenly spoke, snapping him out of his trance, and allowing him to feel the thick, sensitive rod of flesh now underneath him. He kept his head fixed forward though, not wanting to disturb what the girls had set up. “Don’t worry. We’ll give your baby dragon plenty of attention later, but for now…”

Applejack gave one last sly smile and her snatch one last rub, then scooted herself forward on the pillows, wrapping both her long, smooth, but muscular legs around Spike’s head until his mouth was pulled up against the wet wall of her pussy. And before he had even a nanosecond to adjust, Rarity had already forced her surprisingly long and muscular tongue deep into his ass so that he could feel it tickling his prostate.

‘It’s lickin’ before dickin’. Eat!”

Spike closed his eyes - whether to protect them from fluids to to try to avoid looking the girls in the eye during this, he wasn’t sure- and obediently stuck out his tongue into the hot mess that was Applejack’s crotch to begin feeling around. The farm mare’s honey had a slight sweet or tanginess to it that overpowered his taste buds at the same time her smell clogged up the nose he was forced to breathe through. The sensory overload was not helped by Rarity squeezing both his asscheeks hard and swirling her tongue around inside him. It took him some time to actually find Applejack’s pussy without without the use of his vision, but judging by her moans and spasms as his tongue searched her soft, sticky flesh, she didn’t mind.

Eventually, Spike found the mound with the gash on top of it, and now that Rarity was concentraging on his bung hole as opposed to her magic, he gripped the outsides of her thighs to steady himself while the fashionista was tearing his ass apart. He considered following Rarity’s example and plunging right in, but he couldn’t risk going too fast and them not getting the release they needed. So instead he continued licking, up and down her gash, over and over, each time making her spasm and squeeze her legs a little tighter. In the back, Rarity abruptly changed from clockwise to counter-clockwise, which briefly shocked him enough to open his eyes and see Applejack laying back in absolute bliss, her large tits heaving under her bra. Figuring she was sufficiently warmed up, and feeling that his own unusual orgasm was not too far off, Spike decided now was the time to strike.

He closed his eyes again and forced his own tongue deep between her gushing folds, causing her to moan loudly while her legs’ grip around his head was temporarily loosened. Before he could do anything else though, Applejack recovered and started squeezing so tight Spike thought his head might pop. His eyes were shut, but he could picture the angry, intense expression on her face.

“You do good in there, lover boy, and inexperience ain’t no excuse. Slip up, an’ you’re in for a spankin an a peggin ya won’t soon forget!”

At her companion’s words, Rarity pulled her tongue out to speak herself, leaving Spike feeling strangely empty.

“Our dear Applejack is a bit crass, but she does raise a good point. We are not some common horses, Spike, we’re your brother’s friends and the elements of harmony. If you’re going to be ours from now on, we expect quality performance.”

With that, Rarity put her tongue back in. Thanks to all her residual saliva around his anus, and his being more used to it, the entrance was much smoother this time, and the appendage and the stimulation her ministrations gave him actually felt somewhat welcome inside him. But that only served to show him how close the raging hard on underneath him was to blowing, and so he knew from experience with his hands that he had to finish with Applejack while he could still concentrate.

Following Rarity’s example, he began first by rapidly pistoning his tongue in and out of the farm mare’s cunt, then swirling it around. Judging from Applejack’s moans and spasms, both were received positively, but her pleasure level seemed to plateau after some time.

He thought back to the anatomy books and erotic novels that Dusk shouldn’t have left lying around the apartment if he didn’t want his little brother reading them, and so began searching with his ministrations. It wasn’t long before he found the engorged bug and gave it a few pokes before putting his lips around it.

Applejack began squeezing and relaxing her legs with his every suck, showing the heights he was driving her to. Her snatch was now gushing like a fountain, into his mouth, and he did his best to drink up what he could of the strange tangy-liquid while still suckling her cunny as passionately as he could.

Rarity, or rather her tongue, soon caught up with the increased pace, and Spike had to struggle and dug his claws into Applejack’s thighs to stay focused under the onslaught of anal pleasure.

Within seconds of the young dragon getting one final moan and a tidal wave of juices splashing over his face, the stimulation to his prostate hit the max, and he spasmed as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced went off underneath him and shot between the pillows.

It was coming out of him so fast, and it felt incredbible, but not in a good way. The onslaught of pleasure racking his body felt totally forced and unnatural, and he hated every secone of his pleasure.

In the time that both of them were cumming at once, Spike thought he was in an ocean of bodily fluids; one he could drown in, he realized, as it had been quite some time since his last proper breath.

By the time he felt his mental coherency returning, Spike, and the pillows underneath him, were a warm, wet, and soon-to-be sticky mess. Applejack finally slackened her legs enough for him to escape, but instead of going up for air, he simply slumped his face down underneath her, and slowly breathed in the thick air down there, partially because he was tired, partially because it was what he deserved.

He’d drugged them, and turned them into parodies of their former selves because he was a moron. Once all the juices had gone down, a larger lump formed in his throat. What would Dusk say when he found out? How would Celestia feel, letting such a lethally stupid and immoral dragon be her pupil’s #1 assistant?

He had to hold back the accompanying tears, though; the girls had to think he was enjoying this, because after the potion wore off, it would kill them to know how violated he felt, even if he didn’t deserve their sympathies. This way, the whole situation was just one of those comical misunderstandings they went through in their lives, that usually ended up teaching them something about friendship.

“Whoo-ee!” Applejack shouted with surprising energy, snapping Spike out of his slump while his face was still in the soaked pillows. “You’re a natural, Spike! I’da liked you to have drunk it all up, but that was still plenty fun.”

Spike slowly pushed his head up from between her legs, and looked at Applejack with dimmed eyes. The fully-awake sultry smile she gave back made his heart sink, as he realized that that they were likely far from finished.

“But my Celestia,” Rarity said behind him, and Spike turned his head around to see her pushing back up from his ass with one hand, and rubbing her crotch with the other. “Now I’m all worked up!”

Applejack tucked her legs out of the way, and the fashionista turned him over again before he could react.

Even though the room was rather dark, it still took his eyes some time to adjust. When they did, Rarity was once again clambering over his crotch, virtually panting with excitement. Her horn glowed blue, and Spike felt his slowly sheathing member caught.

“R-rarity-” Spike began, but he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish. He couldn’t beg her to stop, because as previously stated, she wouldn’t and the guilt that would come later would be too much for her, but she was about to steal his virginity away in the throes of an artificial heat. How would their relationship- what little one they already had- ever recover?

“Don’t worry, darling,” Rarity assured, and replaced her magic on his naturally-lubed cock with both her hands. “I’ll do all the work,” she began squeezing, pumping, and rubbing his head, and that combined with the excellent view of her perfectly-rounded tits, quickly brought her erection back in full. “You just be a good little fucktoy and cum when appropriate.”

Spike was about to ask her how a virgin like him was supposed to have any control over when he came, especially with her promising to do all the stimulating, but Rarity dropped herself onto his rod, shutting him up quickly…

Or at least replacing his question with a loud gasp as he slowly slid into the tightest, wettest, warmest heaven that ever existed between a mare’s legs. His eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out; he thought he was going crazy. He thought of this every night since coming to Ponyville, but never dreamed it could be this good. This all still felt wrong, but Celestia, he didn’t know how he’d ever come back out.

In his ecstasy, he hadn’t noticed that Rarity too, was driven to new heights by suck a thick, fleshy member, and also needed some time to take it all in. Being far more experienced though, she recovered quickly enough though, and gave Applejack a smile before she began slowly using her legs to push up and down.

The new stimulation of being slowly milked like he was enough to gradually bring Spike back around, and saw the topless unicorn pushing to his top, squeezing his shaft pleasurably as she went up, then rolling her eyes back and again enveloping his length in the super-soft chamber of pure bliss.

He knew that she had promised to do all the work, but he couldn’t help himself, and placed both his hands on her thighs, winding them around to feel her large, fleshy ass, just to have something to hang onto.

It wasn’t noticeable from pump to pump, but Rarity’s pace was slowly increasing, her tits jiggling more and more as she milked him faster and faster. Every time she went up, he couldn’t help but yearn to be inside her again, and likewise, her expression gradually shifted from one of whimsy to one of a pleasure induced stupor, as Spike could never understand how marvelous he was making her feel just by being hard, warm meat.

Spike’s exhaustion, combined with the amazing feeling of Rarity’s pussy, naturally meant that his orgasm didn’t take long. He didn’t even try to hold back, not that he knew how, and simply closed his eyes to let his load release into her with an audible *Splort*.

He opened his eyes though, when he heard Rarity screaming in a high, but not remotely unpleasant-sounding scream, and saw her squeezing her own breasts until they might burst with milk right before he felt a waterfall further coating his cock. It turned out the feeling of hot seed filling her body was enough to send Rarity over the edge shortly after him.

Even with what he was feeling in his crotch, Spike still had enough coherency to be worried. There were dozens of spells to be used the morning after, and hundreds of ones for birth control, but Rarity didn’t have a coltfriend to his knowledge, so she might not be on the latter, and the window for the former could well pass while she was still under the influence of the drug. Not to mention, he doubted such spells were tested with dragon sperm.

Both their streams slowly dried to a halt, and they both took long, deep breaths before looking each other in the dimmed eyes.

“My, my, Spike, you’re certainly a dragon where it counts. I don’t think I’ll ever be content with a stallion ever again.”

Spike laid his head back on the pillows. Rarity eveidently wasn’t remotely worried about having a foal, and while she was hardly a model of sanity at this point, he took that as a good sign. He still couldn’t get the various images of dragon-pony hybrids or Dusk’s possible reactions to learning such a fact out of his head, but after the two best/worst orgasms of his life, he was too tired to worry about it that much for the time being.

There. You’ve both cum. Now fall asleep and we can get you both looked at in the-

“Move over, prissy ghost!”

Spike snapped his head up to see that Applejack had gotten up from behind him, and was now forcibly removing Rarity from his softening dick. Rarity did not resist, so it to slide out of her and fell back into his stomach in a pool of their combined juices. The naked fashionista stepped back on still surprisingly strong legs, and let Applejack take her place, straddling the young dragon.

“Mah turn here with cutie pie!”

As Applejack grabbed Spike’s dick to again stop it from going back into its sheath and begin pumping it to get it hard again, Rarity put her hands on her hips.

“There’s no need to be impatient, Applejack darling. After all, Dusk won’t be home until noon tomorrow, and it can’t be any later than 8.”

Ah, fuck.