“Fluttershy, dear?” a thin, cerulean unicorn with orange eyes and a vermillion mane called from outside the dressing room curtain, “Everything alright in there? I do hope everything fits.”
“Oh, yes, it fits just fine,” a gentle voice called from behind the curtain, “It’s just that the fabric seems so delicate; I don’t want to rip it or anything.”
“You’ve been in there for more than ten minutes, Fluttershy!” called out a rainbow-maned blue pegasus, adorned in a dress with faded blue clouds and spiral rainbow patterns across the front, as well as white cuffs along her shoulders. She laid on her back with her hands behind her head and one leg over the adjacent knee, next to five other ponies of different colors and breed. All of them wore elaborate gowns to compliment their skin tone and personality, chatting amongst themselves at the center of the room several feet from the curtain the unicorn stood near. “We’re still getting lunch before the movie; we don’t wanna be late!”
“Relax, Rainbow Dash,” an orange mare wearing the attire of a lacy long-sleeved blouse and long plaid gown replied, adjusting the ornate hand-sewn red western hat over her blonde ponytail, “We still got a few hours before the movie even starts. We ain’t in any rush.”
“Yeah, Applejack’s right!” a pink mare with a curled mane and gown lined with pictures of various candies and sweets called out, before stuffing her face with cinnamon-swirl cookies from a plate sitting in her lap, “‘Ust take ur tym an’ don’ wrry ‘bout it!”
“Pinkie Pie, we’re going to eat as soon as Fluttershy finishes changing,” a white unicorn with an indigo mane said with a displeased tone, wrappedin a mix of purple and white streams with patches of crystal gems here and there, “Are you sure that’s not going to spoil your appetite?”
“Rr u iddin’ me, Rarity?” Pinkie Pie said with puffed out cheeks, before taking a large gulp to force what was in her mouth down her throat, “This isn’t nearly enough to fill me up. This is like an appetizer’s appetizer!”
Watching from beside the group of mares sat a purple violet-maned alicorn, wearing a backless gown matching the color of her mane and covered in swirls of glitter. She smiled and shook her head while Pinkie wiped off some of the cookie crumbs that had fallen onto her own buxom above her cleavage, expecting nothing less from her sugar-crazed friend. The alicorn lifted her gaze from the mares and looked about the elaborate dress shop of Canterlot Carousel, lined with regal pillars and lavish drapes along the rafters on the second floor. She still couldn’t believe how much time had passed since the opening of the establishment, almost six years ago, and how far Rarity’s career in fashion had grown along the way. The unicorn owned a clothing shop in nearly every city in Equestria by now, each run by an apprentice she’d hand-picked herself, all of her stores making enough money that she could retire at any moment she liked if she so wished to. She knew for a fact that Rarity wouldn’t have any such thing, that the mare would continue making suits and dresses until she reached the age that her magic couldn’t hold a needle and thread steady anymore.
The group had planned today’s events a week in advance to make sure everypony’s schedules lined up perfectly, planning a trip to Canterlot to grab lunch and then see the new musical movie The Sight of Dancing. Rarity had surprised them when they’d stepped off the train by taking them on a detour to Canterlot Carousel, where her apprentice Sassy Saddles had been expecting them. The red and orange maned unicorn had revealed an assortment of new dresses for each of them, reflecting the same generosity that she had received from Rarity’s mentorship.
With their nation Equestria always facing a new disaster every year or even a few months apart, Twilight Sparkle cherished the moments of peace between times of crisis. It wasn’t since her twenty-sixth birthday a few months ago that they’d had free time to enjoy each other’s company with each of them having such busy schedules at different times. Truth be told, she didn’t care if they made it to the movie or even lunch. She could spend all day in the boutique, talking with her friends about clothes, food and life in general and been just fine.
“Princess Twilight, I know that Princess Starlight couldn’t make it here today,” Sassy Saddles began while approaching the purple alicorn, levitating a purple and gray gown with swirls of aquamarine throughout the garment, “But I wanted her to have something too. Can I ask you to deliver this to her when you get back to Ponyville?”
“Of course!” Twilight said, letting the garment drop into her arms, “I’ll make sure to stop by the castle at the end of the day. I’m sure she’ll love what you’ve done for her.” Sassy smiled at the princess, before the sound of the curtain being pushed aside caught their attention. Excitement rushed through all the mares when their gazes met a nervous yellow pegasus who had just stepped out from behind the curtain.
“H-how do I look?” Fluttershy asked, turning her head to the side. Twilight Sparkle and the rest of her friends faces all looked in awe at their friend in her new apparel. Green blades of grass seemed to grow off the sides of her yellow dress and the pattern of flower petals were scattered throughout from bottom to top of her gown. Underneath the shoulders of her top, an open space at the front showed off just the slightest bit of cleavage between the sunny mounds of her yellow chest.
“Oh darling, you look positively perfect!” the white unicorn at the center of the mares exclaimed. She and the others stood up to take in Fluttershy’s new attire, admiring her outfit from every side possible. “It’s like an absolute dream — all of our dresses are! You really have outdone yourself, Sassy Saddles.” The cerulean unicorn giggled from the flattery, brushing the fringes of her lavish black and gold attire.
“Well thank you, Miss Rarity,” she replied, “When you mentioned that you and your friends were all planning a day trip to Canterlot, I just knew I had to design something for the lot of you.”
“Well, we sure do appreciate it,” Applejack said, reaching into her bag and fishing out her wallet, “How much do we owe ya?”
“Oh no no no, Applejack!” Rarity chortled, “I couldn’t possibly ask my friends to pay for these. I’m more than happy to pay for them all myself; full price, no employee discount, thank you.”
“Miss Rarity, you can’t be serious?” Sassy asked with a wide-eyed look of shock, as the white unicorn levitated a checkbook out of her own purse along with a pen to jot down the total price for the outfits, “All of them together at retail price would cost a fortune. I’m perfectly fine making these dresses just to stay in practice, you needn’t worry about it.”.
“With the number of shops throughout Equestria under my name, and more on the way, a fortune is exactly what I’m making, darling. Sassy, you’ve put in so much hard work for not just these dresses, but keeping this particular shop running in tip-top condition for more than half a decade now. Think of it as an extra large tip for providing such excellent service to all of your customers,” Rarity said with a wink. The pinkish magical aura of her white horn manipulated the pen to rapidly fill in the blank spaces of the check, ending with a signature that lifted her quill up like the baton of a composer. Taking care to gently tear the paper from corner to corner out of the checkbook, she turned the check over and presented it to Sassy. The thin unicorn gasped out loud after the olive glow of her own magic took hold of it, once she’d seen the amount of bits the check was worth.
“That… I…” Sassy stammered, her head swaying from side to side as the light of her horn fizzled, “...Thank you so much!” she finished with a dazed smile, before fainting onto the floor. The check she’d let go of floated through the air from side to side before landing face down onto the bottom of Sassy’s knee-length skirt. The six ponies in front of her looked at the unconscious unicorn for a few seconds, before Pinkie Pie gasped out loud.
“Low blood sugar!” she screamed, sprinting toward where she’d sat previously and picking up the plate of cookies she’d been munching on, “Stand back, she needs Cookie to Mouth resuscitation! Clear!” she screamed, before cramming a cookie into the unicorn’s mouth. The other five ponies looked between one another with nervous glances, trying to decide which of them should stop Pinkie Pie before poor Sassy woke up with more cookies in her mouth than she could handle.
Walking through the large and regal city of Canterlot, Twilight felt a tender warmth spread through her heart when she looked upon the town she’d called home almost a decade ago. Despite some advancements in technology and changes in management, most of the elegant city had remained just as it had when she and Spike lived here. They’d just passed Joe’s Donut Shop, one of Spike’s favorite places when he was a little drake. She’d remembered the first time he’d ever tasted the sweet confectionary, the way his green eyes had shimmered after taking his first bite and how he’d devoured half a box in an instant, including a fair portion of what Twilight had ordered for herself. Impressive as his appetite was during his childhood, his eating capabilities had only grown more intimidating over the years.
Before her thoughts could dwell further on Spike’s growth, the sight of the new sign above Cinnamon Chai’s Tea and Cake Shop brought her back to the present. On the other side of the street they walked, she noticed the Lunar Harp, where she and some old friends had shared an awkward dinner with Moondancer long ago. Twilight realized that with the appearance of numerous restaurants on either side of her, they had arrived at Restaurant Row, the area where all of Canterlot’s chefs fought to establish their place of business. While they’d agreed to get dinner before the movie, Twilight didn’t remember anypony mentioning a name of a restaurant just yet.
“Well then, ladies, shall we find ourselves a quick bite to eat?” Rarity asked, “I was thinking we might enjoy a quaint meal at — ”
“THE TASTY TREAT!!” screamed Pinkie Pie, jumping on Rarity’s back with one arm around her shoulders and pointing down a small hidden alley. Nestled between two larger buildings stood a smaller establishment, the walls lined with flowery swirls and the portrait of an elephant with a spoon in its trunk over the door in the shape of a sideways eye.
“Ooh, ooh, let’s go there! Saffron Masala makes the best stuff ever, and she’s quick too! Aside from cupcakes and other sugary stuff. Ooh, but she also makes delicious desserts too!”
“Pinkie!” Rarity exclaimed while struggling to keep her footing underneath the pony’s weight, before Applejack stepped in to pull her off and allow Rarity the chance to fix her ruffled dress, “I was hoping we could dine somewhere a little more refined.”
“Refined-schmined,” Rainbow Dash interjected, “We’re running late because we had to stay and make sure Sassy woke up. I’m not waiting for an hour to get some snoody bite sized portions; I want some grub, and fast!”
“Well, I know we’re running short on time, and indeed Tasty Treat’s menu is — well, tasty,” Rarity admitted with reluctance, “Talented as Saffron’s cooking abilities are, the effect it has on a lady is, well…”
“Is what, Rarity?” Applejack asked with raised eyebrows and a smug grin, receiving a look of appalment from Rarity in return.
“You know what I’m talking about, Applejack.” she hissed.
“‘Fraid I don’t, Sugarcube. Maybe y’all should tell all of us what effect the food has, in excruciating detail?” While Rarity’s jaw remained open in disgust, the mares around her all stared on, biting their lips to hold back their building laughter.
“Fine,” Rarity relented, her cheeks turning a light shade of red, “We’ll eat there and deal with whatever backfires our meals give us.”
“Hee hee, ‘backfires’!” Pinkie Pie giggled, “Because something’s gonna fire out from the backs of us!” That was the straw that broke the humorous backs of everypony besides the unicorn. The other five mares lost control of their mouths and laughed loud enough to draw the attention of the citizens passing them by, before they followed the white unicorn into the restaurant.
Twilight rose her hand so that her thumb could wipe a tear from her eye after laughing so hard. She knew full well the kind of after-effect Rarity felt so uncomfortable talking about; something a lady such as herself would rather than die than ever admit that she did, despite knowing that every mare on the planet did it all the same. Twilight and the other four mares, however, had spent most of their lives eating food less “refined” than what the prim and proper unicorn, helping to build up their bodies to tolerate raucous ingredients than she could. Still giggling to herself somewhat, Twilight followed her friends into the exotic restaurant, eager to see Saffron Masala once again and enjoy a unique meal different from any other part of Equestria.
A short ride aboard the Friendship Express had brought Twilight and her friends from Canterlot back to their home in Ponyville, letting them all unboard along with the small crowd within the train car. Still adorned in their gowns that Sassy Saddle had made, the six mares made their way out of the train station, heading for the edge of town. Over the horizon of the small buildings, Twilight could see the large crystal Castle of Friendship that overlooked the town, the tree-shaped fortress that had appeared out of the ground so long ago after they had defeated Lord Tirek. On one side of the castle hung a banner that showed a purple star surrounded by five smaller white ones; an exact replica of the cutie mark on Twilight’s haunches. Another banner hung from the opposite side of the castle, showing the insignia two magical swirls leading down to a star on the bottom. The castle housed the mystical table that held the Cutie Map, responsible for sending distress signals to the mares when a friendship problem needed solving somewhere in the world. And for a number of years, she’d learned to call the giant fortress home.
“Starlight still liking her new castle?” Applejack asked, staring toward the fortress in the distance.
“She seems to,” Twilight replied, “When I dubbed her the Princess of Forgiveness years ago and gave her her own set of wings, she seemed more ecstatic about it than me when I got mine.”
“You sure took your time giving them to her,” Rainbow Dash chimed in, “I mean, you hadn’t even lived here for a full year before Celestia made you a princess.”
“Well, that was kind of some hesitance on my part. I worried that if I made her a princess that I’d have to actually send her away to have her own city to rule over. But when I went to go ask Celestia her advice, I remembered that she and Luna ruled alongside each other in Canterlot. I mean, if they can co-rule one city, there’s no reason Starlight and I can’t do it too.”
“And I think it’s wonderful that you gave her the castle in your place,” Fluttershy said, “It’s too bad that she couldn’t join us today; I really think she would have had fun trying on her dress and watching The Sight of Dancing with us.”
“Yes, such a shame Starlight was busy with Trixie and Sunburst today, I agree!” Rarity interjected with an uneasy smile on her face, “Much as I’d love to stop by and see it for myself, I think it’s time we part ways. The Sight of Dancing turned out much longer than I expected, and Opalescence tends to get cranky if I’m even a minute late feeding her.”
“Really, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash asked, “From the looks of it, I’d say you’re less in a hurry to feed your cat, and more in a hurry to ‘let the dogs out’.”
“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity screamed in anger, “That is so —! Ohh…” Rarity stopped herself and shut her eyes, baring her teeth while she hunched over in discomfort, “You know what, never mind. Adieu to you all,” Rarity said, before sprinting away from the laughing mares in the blink of an eye.
“Heh, poor gal,” Applejack chuckled, “Guess that spicy stuff don’t sit well with her, does it?”
“I don’t get it,” Pinkie Pie said, looking toward the direction Rarity had run off to, “I’ve never had any tummy troubles when I eat at Tasty Treat.”
“That’s because you’ve spent your whole life eating all sorts of things, Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash explained, “You’ve probably got an iron stomach by now.” At Dash’s comment, Pinkie Pie let out a gasp of surprise.
“I do? Whoa, I didn’t know that eating a bunch of food could turn your stomach into iron! That’s so cool!” Pinkie Pie rose her right hand and tapped it against her stomach, eliciting a metallic clanking sound much to everypony’s surprise. “Hey, what do you know, it worked! Welp, I’m gonna go fortify my iron stomach with whatever leftover goodies the cakes didn’t sell today. Laters!” Pinkie said as she bounced away from them. Twilight turned toward the remaining mares to question the logic of what she’d just heard, just to see them shaking their heads toward her. They were right. After so many years of knowing Pinkie, she remembered not to question such things.
“Well, I guess that’s it then,” Applejack said with a tip of her hat, “Glad we got to spend the day with ya Twilight; sure is fun to get together when Equestria ain’t in danger.”
“Say hi to Spike for me,” Fluttershy insisted.
“Yeah, same here,” Rainbow Dash agreed before using her wings to take flight, “See you around!”
“Bye everypony! Stay safe!” Twilight said as they all departed. Rather than walk toward her home like the rest of her friends, she decided to take the easy way and teleport herself there. With a violet glow of her horn and a soft pop in the air, Twilight rematerialized to another part of town, turning around to gaze upon her home, just a short distance away from the Castle of Friendship.
A large tree two stories tall stood in the center of a few neighboring buildings, a number of windows sticking out from the shrubbery at the top, and a door with a candle insignia at the bottom. The Golden Oaks Library, Twilight’s first home in Ponyville, once destroyed by Lord Tirek during his raid for power throughout Equestria, restored to its former glory like nothing had ever happened to it at all. It had taken her up until two years ago to figure out the right combination of spells, but she had impressed even herself with her discovery. By using both a basic vegetation growth spell she’d learned in her youth, and a DNA restructuring spell, she had managed to resurrect her first home in Ponyville where she’d made so many precious memories. Even after so many years of it’s restoration, Twilight still found herself filled with joy at the sight of its form. She’d never stopped appreciating the sight of her old home back in one piece, and would always remain grateful for its return.
While Twilight was filled with sentiment, another sensation filled Twilight’s insides and urged her to stop admiring her home from the outside and step indoors, out of everypony’s sight. Walking through the door and locking it behind her, Twilight leaned her back against the wooden surface and sighed. She’d enjoyed her outing with her friends just like she always did. However, she’d woken up later than she’d meant to, which meant she’d had to rush through the bathroom to get herself ready to meet them on time. And as Rarity had mentioned earlier in the day, what they’d eaten at the Tasty Treat had indeed started to take its own effect on her. It didn’t anything close to the urgency that Rarity had displayed before sprinting off, but with two hours of the movie followed by the train ride home, she definitely started to feel some discomfort in her bowels underneath her elegant attire.
Rather than give her innards a push to rid herself of the airy pressure building underneath her tail, Twilight’s eyes drifted upward toward the ceiling in the direction of her bedroom. Since the first floor filled with books and tomes had no other occupants at the moment, she assumed Spike had to be upstairs lounging about. Clenching her muscles of her flanks, she stepped toward the stairs, climbing upward until she reached the second floor, filled with the same amount of books as the floor below her.
“Spike?” she called out loud, looking across the shelves for any sign of someone else.
“Up here,” a deep voice called to her from above. Twilight turned upward toward the loft where her bed was located, seeing just the top of Spike’s green scales peeking over the edge.
“Ah, there you are,” Twilight called up, making her way toward the small flight of stairs leading around to the loft above her, “I’m guessing since you’re up here, you’re done with all your chores?”
“Yup. Got finished with the last of ‘em about two hours after you left. Floors swept, books and shelves dusted, dishes washed and all the plantlife watered.”
“Wow, I’m impressed. You didn’t waste any time getting them done.” When Twilight reached the top of the stairs, the full view of Spike came into her vision, causing her to lower her eyelids into a sultry stare. “I see you’ve made yourself pretty comfortable.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at her from the beanbag chair he sat on. Aside from the copy of power ponies in his claws hiding his collarbone, not a shred of clothing covered the tall dragon lounging in front of Twilight’s bed. The alicorn’s eyes scanned up and down his scaly form, still amazed at how much he’d grown in the past six years. His growth spurt had begun about four years ago and petered out last year, adding on several feet to his once tiny size. Twilight and the rest of her friends ended up having to crane their necks when they looked toward his face while standing, and he even managed to stand eye level with the height of Princess Celestia herself.
Despite his gain in height over the years, his overall build was a striking contrast to the typical bulky form of most dragons his age. His arms and legs remained slim and slender for the most part, with just a slight bit of toned muscle in his biceps and forearms. The front of his body remained impressively skinny, despite how much he tended to eat in a day, leaving him with a flat tummy that many mares in Ponyville envied. Underneath his trim waistline however, Spike had an unusually wide set of hips and rounded glutes, giving his overall figure a rather petite and feminine build for a nineteen year old dragon. Though his body overall appeared rather girly, a hefty pair of balls the same color of his underbelly and a darker coral penis hung along the front of his seat. Vastly different from the smooth surface of a stallion’s shaft, Spike’s had a number of ridges and bumps along the side, with a tip in the shape of a spear at the very top.
“Wow, nice dress,” Spike commented, prompting Twilight to spin around and show him a front and back of her new gown, “Did you get that from Canterlot Carousel?”
“We did! Sassy Saddles made them all when she heard we’d be in town. She’s come a long way since opening that store in Canterlot. She impressed us all with what she’d done, even Rarity seemed surprised at her craft.” Twilight’s eyes moved back to Spike, noticing not only the large stack of comics to the left of his plush seat and the pitcher of water to his right, but also the darkened round patch on the rug in front of his feet. “I’m guessing you haven’t moved from that spot since you finished taking care of the library today?”
“Sure haven’t. Felt like having a lazy day today. Didn’t feel like going clothes shopping or watching any musicals. Speaking of lazy, I’m gonna take a second to do something else without getting up.” Spike let the comic in his claws fall against his body over his belly button. Following a deep breath of air that filled his lungs and rose his chest up, Spike’s mouth closed while the slightest bit of tension appeared in his face.
Twilight’s eyes moved downward to his groin, seeing his penis flex just a bit, before a stream of yellow liquid began to spurt from the pointed tip. While Spike let out a satisfied sigh along with the expulsion of fluid, it shot out at a downward angle and landed on the rug in front of his feet, right on the dark patch Twilight had noticed earlier. She watched his toes curl from the sensation of his urine leaving his body, adding more moisture to the rug and making the dark patch grow in diameter. After half a minute of the low patter of his urine hitting the rug, the arc began to lose force and died down into a feeble dribble down his scrotum.
“Haah… better,” Spike sighed, reaching his right claw down and giving his shaft a shake to loosen what drops of urine still clung to the tip, “Anyway, did you have a good time with the girls?” Ignoring the tingle building within her loins and the poking between her cheeks, Twilight snapped her attention back to Spike’s face.
“Oh, it was lovely,” she replied, stepping somewhat closer to him now that she had no fear of her clothes getting wet, “After Sassy gave us our dresses, we were all starving, so we stopped by the Tasty Treat to grab some lunch before the movie started.”
“Tasty Treat, huh?” Spike asked as Twilight untied the sash at the back of her waist, and slipped her arms through the straps of her gown to reveal the blue bra supporting her b-cup breasts, “The stuff’s really good there, but doesn’t it give you gas?”
“Among other things,” Twilight replied, pushing her dress down her small abs and slim waistline to reveal her solid panties stretched around her hips, matching the color of the bra she wore.
“You busting to take a dump then? You said this morning that you wanted to, but didn’t have time since you woke up late.”
“Eh, somewhat,” Twilight said, stepping toward her closet to hang up the outfit she’d taken off. Slipping a hanger underneath the shoulders of her dress, Twilight felt her rectum twitch the slightest bit from the pocket of air inflating behind the sensitive fleshy orifice. “I can feel it in there poking at the back door, but it’s not anywhere near desperate. It’s not like that one time I’d been constipated for three days and then everything inside me wanted out all at once during Flurryheart’s Braytism. That was a nightmare.”
“Oh man, I remember that,” Spike chuckled, watching Twilight step back in front of him and reach behind her back to unhook the metal clasps of her bra, “I kind of noticed you seemed uncomfortable the whole time, but I never would have guessed that was the issue if you hadn’t told me later.”
“Yeah, I’d felt it knocking at my back door right when the ceremony had started, and had to fight it for the rest of the time at the front of the chapel. I felt myself crowning when the priest was pouring the water over Flurryheart’s horn, and touching cotton by the time the ceremony had finished. I was pretty close to crapping my pants in front of everypony, and worried that every newspaper in Equestria would use that for their headline the next day; I don’t know if I would have lived that one down,” Twilight joked, slipping the straps of her bra down her shoulders and tossing it away. Her hands massaged the surface of her soft purple breasts and darker purple nipples to relieve some of the tension they’d carried from so many hours of constraint. “Luckily my bowels have gotten a lot stronger over the years of being a dignitary. Lots of practice holding it in for hours while putting on a brave face for other ponies sake. It’s just something that comes with princess territory; I’d imagine Celestia, Luna and Cadance all have equal dexterity in the matter, probably even more than I have.”
“So, you’re just gonna hold onto it for a while then?” Spike asked.
“I think so,” Twilight answered, while she turned her back to Spike and slid her panties down past her waist. The thin undergarments unveiled the smooth and curvy purple globes above her thighs, a slight jiggle noticeable once her underwear tugged past the outermost curve. “But there’s something more immediate I need to get rid of first.” Leaning over with bent knees and sticking her rear end out, her tail lifted up to show off some of the dark purple flesh of her anus while Spike leaned forward and looked on with interest. Just a foot away from the dragon sitting below her, Twilight’s face tightened up as she strained just a bit. “Hmmph…”
Plrrrrrrp-pt-pt The abrupt and deep sound of Twilight’s anus emitting the foul wind stored up in her cheeks rang throughout her room. The force of the gust from her behind had enough strength that it blew through the hairs near the end of her tail, and even made the spines on Spikes head sway the slightest bit.
“Holy toledo!” Spike chuckled as Twilight sighed and shook her hips, her pronounced anus pulling back following her expulsion, “That was huge! I can already smell it from here. What the heck did you eat?”
“Spicy curry with a side of refried beans, and some broccoli soup,” Twilight giggled with pride. Spike emitted an impressed whistle and waved the invisible fumes around his face, the length of his erect coral penis pointed right at the purple rump that had released the smelly wind into the air. While Spike caught whiffs of it from afar, she could smell it even more from up close. It carried a warm and bittersweet scent, with a hint of spiciness, just the way food from Tasty Treat tended to make her emissions smell. With her nostrils breathing in the stink of her flatulence, the lips of her pussy began to wink in slow, drawn out pulses.
“Dang, that’s a lot of fuel for your butt. Did you stock up on purpose?”
“Ehh, maybe,” Twilight admitted, her face turning a light shade of red, “Wasn’t planning to before we stepped in, but once I looked at the menu and remembered the effect it has on us, I figured I might as well go all out.” Twilight rubbed her hand against her stomach, feeling some of the pressure make its way down south, before sliding it across the smooth, round surface of her right butt cheek. She could still feel a bit of warmth from the potent cloud she’d expelled, feeling a bit of excitement knowing she had plenty more inside of her to unleash later on.
“Nice! So, what are you gonna do in the meantime?” Spike asked. Still looking over her shoulder, Twilight took some keen interest in the rod standing over Spike’s balls and the length flexed upwards by the tiniest bit conveying his interest in the sight before him.. Tempted though she was, she thought it best to wait until what she had cleared out what rested within her colon.
“I think I’m gonna take your cue and do some reading,” Twilight answered, her horn lighting up with magic as she hovered a collection of pillows from her bed onto the floor on the other side of the wet rug. Kneeling down and plopping her stomach and chest onto the plush surface, her horn levitated a large box from underneath her bed, containing a collection of small, paperback books.
“Oh-ho-ho,” Spike chuckled while he watched Twilight sort through the number of stories within, “The erotic stuff, huh?”
“Yup!” Twilight responded once she made her selection and shoved the book back under her mattress, “Nothing like letting off some steam after spending a day in a fancy dress in Equestria’s most uppercrust city.”
“I think you already let out some steam right in front of my face,” Spike said with a grin. Twilight stuck her tongue out at him, before turning away to lean over the pillows and read from her book, her spry, purple buttocks and violet tail pointed in the direction of the large dragon behind her.
Finally comfortable in her position on the floor, Twilight’s eyes scanned over the cover of the book she’d selected: A Heart Set Ablaze, an erotic romance story following a male pony who finds companionship in a male dragon much larger than he, and in a strange turn of events, ends up in an emotional and physical relationship with him. The book had turned a number of heads upon its release; not so much for its touching on interspecies relationships, since Equestria had seen a fair number of ponies and other sentient species involved with one another. The controversy came from the fact that dragons were known to eat ponies, and much of the population saw writing the story as playing with fire (in a different way than the main pony protagonist had done in the story). Many of them feared that if the dragons to the East caught wind of such a story, that it might cause them to respond with violence. Twilight held no fears whatsoever for any such possibilities. Not only did she believe that dragons wouldn’t have any interest in starting a war over a book, but even in the case that they did, she figured most of the dragons in their native land couldn’t read anyway.
Rather than read the story from the beginning, as she’d done more than five times now, Twilight decided to skip ahead several chapters. Past the point where the stallion on his boat had accidentally wound up sailing to the dragon isle and met the one friendly dragon who had no interest in eating him, and past the sequences where the dragon had flown to Equestria in order to seek out the pony he’d saved. She’d decided to read the segment when the stallion had made his way into the cave the dragon had taken residence in, spending an evening in his company as good friends, interspersed with cautious descriptions of their hidden sentimental feelings for one another
Similar to the rising tension between the characters in her book, the swelling sensation between Twilight’s purple cheeks returned, with just a fraction of the intensity from moments ago. The alicorn carelessly arched her back downward to tilt her rump upward while the dock of her tail lifted away from the tight pink hole, before giving herself a small push through her sphincter.
Hffffff
“Hoo…” Twilight sighed, her tail giving a flick through the air at the end of her airy expulsion. She relished in how warm the gust had felt exiting her hole, feeling similar to the comfort of sitting near a warm fire during the frigid weather of Hearthswarming.
“Whoa, nice,” Spike commented from several feet behind her, “That was a windy one. Not very loud, but still, pretty powerful.”
“No kidding. Sounded like a deflating cushion, huh?” Twilight’s tail began to flick outward toward Spike, through the invisible fumes of her combustion and pushing it through the air. “Here, don’t let me keep it all to myself. I’m willing to share.” Spike tilted his head up and sniffed the air, before shaking his head and chuckling.
“Yikes! That’s ripe!” Spike laughed while waving the air in front of his face, “Oh, hold on, I think I got one of my own.” Letting his comic book rest against his chest again, Spike pulled his legs up so his heels rested against the round and shapely cheeks of his posterior, poking it outward a bit more. With a claw lifting his shaft up, he had given Twilight a clear, unobstructed view of the tight coral flesh of his anus, just a shade darker than that of the scales on the underside of his tail. “Nngh…”
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“Aw, boo!” Twilight giggled while a disappointed look came over Spike’s face following the feeble bubble that had slipped out of his hole, “That was weak!”
“It felt bigger…” Spike grumbled, shooting Twilight an exaggerated sneer, “I thought having that leftover hayburger and basket of deep fried gems would have had a bigger effect on my stomach. Guess it’s not as potent as the stuff Saffron makes over at Tasty Treat”
“Yes, I’m quite fortunate that Pinkie made such a scene over wanting to go there, instead of the place Rarity wanted to. I wouldn’t have had anything worth expelling if that had been the case.”
“No kidding. Rarity’s got good taste in decor, but her dining preferences — oh wait, hold on,” Spike said, before his face tightened up again.
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“Haaah...” Spike said with a grin, while Twilight’s eyes opened wide toward Spike’s flexing hole, “That’s more like it! I knew I had something bigger in there. It was just hiding for a bit.”
“Oh yeah, those are the blasts I’m used to,” Twilight said, the lips of her pussy winking a bit while a drop of wetness seeped out and down the crease in the middle, “The ones that I can hear from another room when you’re just letting them rip.”
“Not that you’d know. I mean, you always seem to be in the same room when I’m playing the butt-trumpet.”
“What can I say? I’ve got an ear for music.”
“So do I. But yours is more of a french horn, I’d say.”
Biting her bottom lip, Twilight bounced her eyebrow up and down with pride. The resurrection of the Golden Oaks library years ago had brought them both a new level of comfort, not just from nostalgia of the environment, but by lowering their standards for appearances around one another. When the library was closed on the weekends, and Spike was either out of the house or sleeping upstairs, Twilight had made a new habit out of reading her books on the recliner on the first floor without a shred of clothing on her body. Just the simple act of reading while her naked purple figure rested on the cushions felt so liberating. During one of her reading sessions, she’d felt the annoying poke behind her butthole signaling that she should consider making a trip to the toilet in due time. Feeling no desire to get up, Twilight instead leaned her backside away from the head of the couch and let her smooth purple cheeks hang off the seat and over the floor. With a firm push, the alicorn had evacuated the nagging feeling out of her butthole and produced a somewhat large brown pile onto the floor. Twilight had become so lost in the combination of relief and the rush of doing something so uncouth, she’d not heard the footsteps coming downstairs. A small whimper caused Twilight to look up to the top of the stairs and notice Spike, staring down at Twilight’s naked body, with two fresh logs of droppings on the floor near her. Had Twilight not been in such a hurry to teleport herself and the pile of brown away from Spike’s sight, she might have noticed the large tent in his pants as his mind processed what he’d just seen.
Twilight had made a point to never mention the event again, to pretend it had never happened, but the following day would ensure it was never forgotten between the two of them. She remembered walking into the kitchen, hearing the noise of running water and clattering dishes, and being met with the sight of Spike in front of the sink washing the dishes. What caught her by surprise, however, was the fact that he stood there without any clothing on himself, giving her a full view of his slim waist and large, round buttocks underneath his thick tail. Spike looked back at her like nothing was out of the ordinary, giving her a lustful grin before bending his knees and lifting his tail. Twilight witnessed in shock the sight of his anus flexing and opening, letting a thick brown log slide out and plop down onto the floor, while the dragon himself emitted a blissful sigh. Rather than feel repulsed at the act, Twilight instead found herself aroused for some reason by how casually Spike had taken a dump right in front of her, pushing it out onto the floor just like she had, without any concern for breaking a social norm. The tingle in the alicorn’s loins swelled with intensity and Twilight gave into her lust. She pulled him out of the kitchen and onto the couch, where everything afterward became a blur of frenzied tossing and turning until both of them covered each other in a mess of erotic juices.
Since then, the two of them had lost most if not all interest in wearing clothing when they had the library to themselves. They’d also all but forsaken the use of their own toilets, instead opting to let their urine dribble out of them or push their processed meals out onto the floor whenever they felt the urge make itself present, making sure to do so in the view of one another if they were nearby. They’d also made no attempt to hide how much arousal they felt when watching the other relieve themselves, and had lost count of how many times they’d engaged in sexual romps following a much needed leak or dump (or usually both). Twilight had felt surprised at the new kink she’d discovered about herself and Spike, but given how long they’d repeated the acts in different ways, she didn’t regret it in the slightest.
Twilight resumed reading her novel, falling upon the moment when the dragon made the bold move, confessing that he felt a stronger bond to his male companion than what he thought two males should feel. Even without any explicit details of male dragon and pony exploits taking place, Twilight found the sexual tension between them most enticing. Her right hand moved under her chest against the pillows, remerging between her thighs and sliding along the surface of her moist pussy lips. Her middle finger started from the top of the slit, closest to her tight butthole, and inched its way downward toward her clitoris. She gave the small button a gentle push, bringing forth a gasp from the soothing rush coursing through its sensitive nerve endings.
“I know that sound,” Spike said as he put his comic to the side, his eyes fixed on the sight of Twilight’s fingers tickling her vaginal lips, “Guess you’re getting to the good part of your book huh?”
“No, I’m still at the setup. It’s just that I’m so… mmmf…”
Praaap
“Ah… comfortable,” Twilight finished, moving her wet fingers up to her butthole and pushing against the surface while the warmth of her fart still lingered nearby.
“Can’t blame you. Laying down buck naked, reading a steamy novel and letting your farts rip without a care in the world. Can’t imagine a more comfortable image if I tried.” Spike kept his eyes on the princess in front of him playing with her nethers, while his right claw slid down his stomach and past his waist. His touch reached underneath his ballsack, lifting the hefty orbs up for a moment before slipping away from them and to the base of his shaft. The length of flesh had already begun to rise from the sounds coming out of Twilight’s openings, both the one between her legs and the one between her cheeks. With his grasp moving along the underside, his cock sprang upwards at full attention. Spike’s tongue slithered across his lips as he began to stroke himself all the way up to the pointed head and back down to the base of his shaft.
“I don’t think the Ponyville Day Spa could offer anything more comforting themselves,” Twilight said, plunging two of her fingers into her warm and wet vagina with a loud squelch from the moisture within, “It feels so nice to come home and let it all go after a long day out with friends. Hah…” Twilight continued to moan, flexing her fingers upward to push deep into her caverns and elicit stronger pulses of bliss to move through her body. Her toes curled from each twinge she felt as she moved her wrist back and forth, the air filled with the sound of soft wet smacks each time her knuckles reached the edge of her lips. Another poke against her butthole arose even while she fingered herself, prompting her to give another push through her gut to rid herself of the pressure.
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“Whoa, that sounded a little dry,” Spike said, his own dick in his claw and his eyes still fixed on Twilight’s butthole. His grasp gave his shaft a light squeeze, prompting the length to gain more stiffness and stand tall over his hefty balls. “You holding onto something a bit more solid?”
“Not for much longer,” Twilight replied. After pushing so much pungent wind from her backside, the pressure behind her anus changed to a slightly sharper sensation, like a finger poking from within. Adjusting herself against her pillows to let her knees slide closer to her breasts, she rose her hips into the air, her tail lifting high to leave her ample purple rump completely exposed. “Not sure if it’s just breakfast or lunch too, but it definitely wants out. Hrrn… nngh.”
Twilight grunted with her teeth clenched, and her vaginal walls closed around her fingers from pushing through the orifice between her purple cheeks. The sounds of hissing air and squishing stickiness escaped her butthole, followed by the end of a light-brown log poking out and spreading it open. Twilight’s mouth opened wide as the thick turd slid out of her, hanging downward after growing close to four inches in length. After a few more inches escaped, the weight of her turd succumbed to gravity and snapped in half, landing with a loud thump against her wooden floor. Twilight gasped from the sensation of her butthole stretched just under its limit, but kept her momentum going with a continuous push. The severed half of the log in her ass crawled forward, gaining a few more inches as it bent toward the ground toward its brother several feet below her purple cheeks.
“Huogh... uugh!” Twilight grunted again, the turd’s exit increasing in speed for a second before the tail of it made its way past the rim. Though almost out of her anus, the softer end of her poop remained stuck to her butthole despite her efforts to pinch it off. After a few failed attempts to pinch it off, Twilight resorted to swaying her hips from side to side to shake the sticky log loose. The soft turd swung like a pendulum for a moment before at last dropping away, but the momentum of her hips caused it to swing to the left and land on the floor right against her left calf. “Oh, whoops,” Twilight grumbled upon feeling the sticky mess against her leg, but still feeling no drop in her state of arousal.
“Hey, no harm no foul,” Spike assured her, his rigid cock flexing in response to the sight of her flexing anus under her raised tail, “You’ve got more of a mess between your cheeks anyway.”
“Mm, I know…” Twilight moaned, pressing her chin against her pillows and wearing a delighted grin. The soft consistency of her turd had made it impossible for it to make a clean break from her behind, leaving a thick layer of brown smudge on the center and around the rim of her butthole. She clenched her buttcheeks together, and felt the soft cushion of filth squish against itself. Moving her thighs back and forth to let the mess rub up and down, combined with the immense relief of emptying her bowels and fingering her cunt, she could feel her state of arousal jumping ten-fold. “How bad does it look?” Twilight asked, looking back back toward Spike, her left hand reaching back and pulling her buttcheek to the side to show off the damage over her butthole.
“Looks like a piece of chocolate melted between your cheeks,” Spike said as his eyes took in the sight between Twilight’s spread purple buttocks. What had once been a spotless compact crater of dark purple flesh was now covered in a layer of light-brown smudge, leaving a bumpy and uneven circle around and over her anus. Following his comment, Spike noticed the messy orifice flex in and out, like a stage performer bowing to applause from the audience. Seeing the dirty twitching orifice and the thick pile it had pushed onto the floor, Spike felt a twinge from the base of his shaft course along the length toward his tip. His jaw hung a bit while the motion of his claw moved faster up and down his rod, taking pleasure from the sight of Ponyville’s princess in such a messy state. “Looks like your hand might be getting a little tired,” Spike said as he continued to watch, “You don’t want to give yourself a cramp from flexing your fingers too hard in there.”
“I’m fine, Spike,” Twilight reassured him, still plunging her caverns which grew more moist by the minute, “I’ve gone for an hour like this in the past, whenever you had stepped out and I had the house to myself. I got this.” A few seconds passed, and Twilight looked back at Spike, seeing a somewhat disappointed look on his face. Immediately his comment clicked with her, making her feel like an idiot for missing the signal the first time. “Oh, I mean — yes, ow, they do feel a little tired. I could definitely use some help… from my number one assistant.” Twilight slipped her fingers out from the slickness of her pussy and pulled her hand back to the front of her pillows, wiggling her soaking lips and brown hole toward the dragon grinning with anticipation.
“You mean your number two assistant?” Spike asked, hoisting himself up from the comfort of his bean bag chair, Twilight sighing in response. Halfway toward Twilight, the dragon made an abrupt stop in his tracks, “Whoa, speaking of number two — I think something just shifted when I stood up. Hang on… nnngh.”
Twilight’s eyes lit up with glee upon watching Spike’s slender legs clench, and she quickly lit her horn up with the energy of a magic spell. The surface of the end of her bed changed form, the appearance of her sun and moon blanket vanishing in place a glass substance, giving her a view of Spike’s backside. Rather than squat down, Spike remained standing upright as his scaly tail lifted over his hefty round globes, his back hunching over and his knees bending the slightest bit.
Pwrrt-plrt
Following a sputtering bout of gas, Twilight watched Spike’s tight butthole spread to reveal the pointed tip of a brown log poking forth, gaining more length at a faster rate than Twilight’s had. Spike placed his claws on his wide hips while he continued to push, the mass gaining more and more length without breaking from his backside thanks to the posture he held at the moment. Though from a distance, Twilight could see that Spike’s log was just a bit bigger than hers in size, and with an overall smooth texture throughout its medium brown form.
Even with his face tightened up and his eyes closed, Twilight could see a pleasured smile form on Spike’s face with every inch of his waste squeezed out from between his cheeks. She could even hear through his closed mouth subtle grunts and whimpers from the sensation of his poop sliding against the inner rim of his anus.
After several seconds, the end of the log fell from his juicy posterior, and Spike gave his hips a few bounces to see if he could shake anything loose. From the reflection in her blanket-mirror, she could see that while not quite as dirty as her own, even Spike’s butthole had not escaped collecting its share of leftover debris from what he pushed.
“Ahh… there we go,” Spike said, reaching his left claw toward his buttcheek and spreading it open to enjoy the sensation of his slick, unwiped butthole, “So you ready for some assistance?”
“Oh yeah… wait, hold that thought,” Twilight said when Spike approached her, his rock-hard penis hovering over her ample cheeks still hanging in the air.
“What… oh, I see,” Spike said as Twilight’s legs shuffled around a bit, followed by her shoulders raising for a moment before relaxing again.
“Haah…” Twilight sighed, before a thin yellow stream of liquid poured from the top of her vulva. The light gold moisture shot out of Twilight at a slightly raised arc, descending just underneath Spike between his legs and splattering against the floor a foot away from the first half of the dump she’d dropped a moment ago. Licking his lips, Spike bent his knees and crouched, just enough to place his balls in front of the yellow stream of her urine. Twilight’s ears flicked from the change in sound of her urine hitting the floor,prompting her to look back and see what had happened. A light gasp escaped her throat at the sight of the tall dragon squatting behind her, letting her pee splash against his testicles while he stroked his rigid cock with haste.
“You dirty dragon,” Twilight teased, her lips flexing while she continued to pee on him, “I didn’t know you wanted me to mark you.”
“Might as well,” Spike replied, dipping his claw down to his balls and rubbing the wetness around his scales underneath the stream still pattering against his wrist, “We’ve been doing this so long, I don’t see anyone else laying claim to me.” Twilight shivered in pleasure at the idea: Spike’s groin covered in her urine, the aroma of her scent clinging to his scales and warding off any other mares that might take interest in such a handsome dragon as he. Of course she’d never have Spike walk outside of the house with that smell on him for the sake of maintaining a good public image; but the fantasy of the idea drove her wild.
“Fine by me,” Twilight said before her stream began to lose strength, the remainder of her urine dripping down her pulsing clitoris and soaking the back of her pillows. Though she had expelled her urine, she was surprised to feel another sharper poke against her sphincter; not from the size of what waited within, but rather from its form and consistency. “Oh man, hang on, round two coming up… hmmmph…”
Twilight’s dirty anus poked out the slightest bit, before the opening at the center spread. Rather than a thick log similar to the ones that had emerged before, the matter slithering out of her was smaller, thinner and lighter in color. The thin twig of poop felt much warmer as it coursed through Twilight’s butthole, making her groan a bit from the tiny sting it brought her sensitive flesh. It made more of crackling sound while sliding out of her from its soft texture, leaving even more residue behind before breaking contact from her rump and falling onto the bigger logs below her.
“Whoa, man!” Spike chuckled, waving his claw in front of his nose, “Now that’s the Tasty Treat coming back for sure. Phew, that’s smelly.”
“It is! Ah, I can smell it even from here!” Twilight exclaimed, wiggling her messy bottom toward Spike. With her bladder and bowels emptied out onto the floor, she felt another surge of arousal stem from her loins and course through her body. Every nerve from the tips of her ears to the toes on her feet stood on end, her mouth opening wide to utter a deep moan while her wet pussy lips flexed in an inviting manner toward the dragon watching from behind. “Oh Celestia, put it in me, Spike! I’m so turned on, I can’t wait another minute!”
Leaning forward and placing his claws on both sides of her hips, Spike kneeled and propped himself over Twilight’s rear end high in the air. His knees took root around the large puddle she had left on her wooden floor, his left calf against Twilight’s, where the rebel turd from earlier still rested against her leg. Drops of her urine fell from the flesh of Spike’s balls, while his rigid cock hovered over her soaked, winking pussy, the underside of his shaft sliding up and down the surface of her opening. A desperate whine escaped the alicorn’s throat, begging without words to cease his teasing and get on with it. Sliding his shaft downward, he lined the speared tip against the squishy folds and eased it forward, breaching the first few centimeters of her pussy lips.
“Ohhhh!” Twilight moaned upon feeling his dragon pride enter her. She’d felt it numerous times, how his wide girth stretched her open and the ridges along his flesh tugged with every push forward. Despite the repeated practice, the sensation itself remained just as overwhelming each time.
While mare vaginas had an impressive feat of taking on even some of the largest stallion cocks in Equestria, they weren’t quite built for accommodating dragon shafts. Twilight however had grown used to the feel of Spike’s dick inside her after just a few sessions, and now she wondered if she might ever find enjoyment from a stallion cock now that she’d known the pleasure of a dragon. Not that Twilight had ever made love with a stallion or any creature before Spike; she’d honestly never felt any desire for such things. With such knowledge in mind, Twilight didn’t see any problem with having spoiled herself away from any desire for equine phallus in the future. She’d feel perfectly content being filled with and pointed dragon cock for the rest of her days, specifically the one belonging to Spike.
Within a matter of seconds, Spike had pushed himself all the way into Twilight, letting her wet lips push against him above his balls, eliciting a louder outburst from the mare.
“Haaah!” Twilight screamed without any reservation, tossing her head back and pushing her purple cheeks against Spike’s lap. She lowered her chin to the front of her pillows, feeling all the nerves in her loins stand on end while Spike’s cock pushed against her inner walls. She felt him pull his hips back, his girth sliding away from the end of her caverns and letting the head stay just an inch inside her entrance. Keeping his grip on her rear, Spike pushed forward again, faster than he’d entered. With his posture straight and poised, he leaned over Twilight’s arched back with a steady thrusting rhythm into her cavern.Twilight heard the soft squish of his length sliding through the moisture of her pussy, along with a low and lustful groan emanating from his mouth. Much as she loved the sensation of his impressive girth inside her, she also loved hearing the sounds Spike made. They sounded so deep and primal, a stark contrast from the young dragon from years ago. Other ponies might have found it frightening, but she knew he still held that tender gentleness in him, and had nothing for fear despite his intimidating sounds.
While the speed of Spike’s thrusts increased at a steady pace, his claws moved down from her hips and along the surface of her jiggling purple buttocks. His palms smoothed over them from top to bottom, before planting themselves on the center and giving them a hearty squeeze. Twilight’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip with her arousal increasing just a bit, feeling his claws gently scratch against the purple hair covering her posterior. Keeping his grip on her cheeks, Spike’s claws spread them open, stretching the flesh of her butthole still covered in a layer of brown muck from the dump she’d dropped on the floor. Twilight gasped when she felt Spike’s right thumb inch its way across her behind, toward the center of her spread crack. She knew what he had planned; he didn’t do it often, but it drove her wild when he did, for reasons even she had trouble grasping. She could feel her legs shake underneath his lap pummeling into her while his thumb drew closer and closer to its mark.
Spike’s thumb at length reached the center of Twilight’s buttocks, pushing against the slick surface of the mare’s unwiped anus. Her eyes opened wide and rolled up toward the ceiling while her tongue hung out against her jaw, relishing in the pressure between her cheeks. Spike’s thumb moved around her hole in slow circles, the sound of sticky excrement squishing as it moved across her sensitive flesh. While pressing up against her butthole when it was clean felt nice, the layer of filth between the orifice and his claw made a world of difference. It made things feel more slick and slippery, like a thick coating of lube, but more chunky and smelly. Each push and stroke sent a shockwave of pleasure through Twilight’s sphincter, adding to the growing sensation in her loins.
“Ahh, Spike!” Twilight moaned, the corners of her mouth lifting in a dazed smile, “Your thumb, it — ahh — it feels so good!”
“Sure feels like you like it,” Spike said, his other claw giving her left cheek a light smack and eliciting a whine from her, “You always grip my cock even tighter when I push against it. Phew!” Spike laughed as his thumb continued to swirl her sludge around her butthole, “That’s pretty ripe too.”
“I-is it?” Twilight asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Spike. Her face looked eager, almost proud of the fact he’d just pointed out. Spike returned her gaze, his eyes narrowing to her with a smug grin.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, “You’ve got such a stinky little tush, Princess Twilight. So undignified for royalty.”
“Hnnng! Spike, I’m so close!” Twilight cried out. She pushed her buttocks back against Spikes lap to accentuate the feeling of his thumb against her dirty butthole, his left claw grasping the corresponding cheek and his thick cock filling her pussy.
“I’m getting there too. But I feel a little something poking at my back door,” Spike mentioned, followed by a small gasp from Twilight, “Must have missed some from earlier. Hang on… mmmf.”
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Spike pushed his lap further against Twilight, burying his cock to its base and keeping it there while he clenched his plump, round buttocks. With his jaw tightened up, he began to push through his sphincter, and a thin squiggle of brown crawled out between his cheeks. Twilight could feel his dick flaring inside her as he pushed, accentuating the tingle building more and more. The turd poking out of Spike’s behind ceased its movement despite his pushing, sticking out only an inch past his glutes.
“Ah, dang it. It’s stuck,” Spike muttered as he looked behind his shoulders before shrugging, “Oh well. It’ll fall off eventually.” Ceasing the efforts at his rear, the dragon resumed pummeling the mare posterior pushing against his lap. With his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, he thrust into her at a much faster rate knowing how close Twilight was to reaching her peak.
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!” Twilight moaned continuously, the tickle of her arousal swelling at a rapid pace. Spike leaned his upper body down so his chest touched Twilight’s back, his open mouth panting over her dark mane. Each thrust into her pussy made the skinny sliver of lumpy brown hanging from his cheeks wiggle back and forth, hanging onto the slick surface of his butthole for dear life. After a few seconds, the stick broke off and hit the floor with a tiny splat, right between Spike’s heels. The sound of the turd dropping from his butt hit Twilight’s ears, and served as the last push to destroy the walls holding back her orgasm. “Ohhhh! Oh — nnnngh!”
Her lower body trembling, Twilight’s pussy lips tugged at Spike’s girth while her climax shook her to her core. She closed her eyes and allowed a multitude of screams to escape from her as her anus pushed involuntarily, letting out the tiniest sliver of brown filth to add to the layer across the surface. The extra tug on Spike’s length helped milk the lingering need to release out of him, causing him to growl as his cock released a thick stream of semen into Twilight’s caverns.
“Grrr — nnnf!” Spike uttered while he slammed his hips against Twilight’s buttocks, keeping them stuck to her like glue. His mouth began to soften and his eyes glazed over, his body moving downward with his tongue hanging out of his mouth in bliss. With the waves of her post-orgasm coursing through her, Twilight felt more relaxed than before and let her head drop over her pillows. Her pussy lips were soaked, her butthole slick and smelly, and she held a monsoon of dragon semen inside her, held in place by the ribbed shaft filling her up at the moment. She felt so dirty, so unrefined and without restraint that she didn’t have a care in the world. And it was all thanks to the feminine dragon resting on top of her in a similar state of comfort, the one who had helped her come to terms with her more eccentric desires.
“Ah… what a nice way to end the day,” Twilight muttered, gaining some semblance of poise back even while she remained against the pillows on the floor.
“Couldn’t agree more,” Spike said, his chest against her back between her wings and resting his chin on her shoulder. Feeling his face near hers, Twilight began to giggle.
“Oh please, Spike, you spent your whole day sitting on your butt reading comics. You didn’t even get up to pee when you needed to.”
“Hey, it takes effort to read comics,” Spike said with a grin, “Sometimes the print is really small and you have to squint your eyes to read it. And then there’s the danger of getting paper cuts if you read too fast, so it requires extreme patience to read at a moderate pace.” Twilight rolled her eyes, while Spike extended his long tongue and licked the side of her neck, drawing out a satisfied sigh and a wiggle of her behind underneath his groin. “So, ready to get up yet?”
“No…” Twilight muttered, burying her chin in her pillows and turning her head about to enjoy their plush comfort even more.
“Suit yourself. I’m gonna stand up though; something I gotta take care of.” As Spike began to move himself over her, Twilight gathered an idea of what he had in mind. Spike eased his hips back, and his deflating dragon cock slid out of Twilight’s wet and sticky chambers. A soft wet pop accompanied the exit of his cock when it fell from Twilight’s grasp, and a heavy dollop of chunky white cum seeped out from her caverns, trailing down and seeping into the purple coat of her thighs. Spike used his clean thumb to push away the layer of cum over the tip of his penis. Though nowhere near dry, the head of his penis had been mostly cleared of the sticky white substance, and remained pointed toward Twilight’s raised hindquarters while he stood up behind her.
“... Haaaa,” Spike sighed as he held his penis, which began to spray an uneven torrent of pale yellow. Though sputtering with tiny drops flying in different directions, the brunt of his urine flew forward, landing onto the purple cheeks of Twilight and her pussy shimmering with her arousal, Spike’s semen and now his own urine too. He shifted his length downward and to the left, letting his stream land on the small brown turd against Twilight’s leg. The swelling in Twilight’s labia returned, just a fraction of the intensity she’d felt moments ago, but still taking hold of her nonetheless. The warmth of Spike’s urine wetting her cheeks and dripping down her legs made her body shiver and her eyes close from another rush of ecstasy overtaking her senses.
“Ahh… mmf!” Twilight whimpered while her legs trembled from an additional mini-orgasm. Her wet and sticky lips puckered outward from the continuous pulse making them tingle, prolonged by drops of Spike’s warm urine trickling onto her enlarged clitoris. Relaxed though she she felt, there remained one little bit of discomfort nagging underneath her tail, prompting her to tilt her purple cheeks upward as her lower body clenched up.
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“Ohhh… mmm…” Twilight moaned after her slippery fart, before she buried her face into her pillow and swayed her hips, relishing in the liquid warmth still pouring onto her until it began to peter out.
“Phew… there we go,” Spike said, giving his dick a shake to rid itself of the lingering drops of urine inside and out, “I think I’m gonna take a shower. You wanna join me?”
“Yeah…” Twilight mumbled, still cozy on top of the pillows and under the mess of liquid and muck along her backside.
“Well, you can’t shower on the floor; except for the golden shower I just gave you.”
“I know, smarty-pants,” Twilight said with a smile, “Think you could carry me?”
“Man, that must have taken a lot out of you, huh?” Spike said, bending his knees and slipping his arms underneath Twilight’s body. Rolling her over gently, he lifted her up with his claws underneath her shoulders and her knees, away from the brown mess on her calf while she slung her arms around his neck. Taking care to avoid slipping in the piles and puddles they’d both left on the floor, Spike turned to the back of her bedroom and headed for the bathroom.
“Just a moment, Spike,” Twilight said when he reached the doorframe, “Need to clean this up first.” Picking her head up to peek over his shoulders, Twilight’s horn began to glow, and fired a glowing orb the size of a tennis ball toward the center of the room. A small burst of magical energy erupted and spread outward like a sonar to every inch of her bedroom. In the blink of an eye, every trace of bodily matter had vanished from sight. Twilight’s room was clean as she’d left it this morning, aside from some of the books laying around and the sheets of her bed unmade.
“I don’t get it,” Spike said as he looked at Twilight’s glowing horn, “If you can make a spell that cleans everything up in a flash, why do I still have to organize the library and sweeping for you?”
“The spell makes an area hygienic, Spike,” Twilight explained, “And it specifically works on things that leave stains and foul odors. It’s not an all-purpose ‘clean and tidy everything’ spell.”
“Can’t you just make one then? It’s not like you haven’t made spells before.”
“Eh… I’ll get around to it. Maybe.”
Spike shook his head with a grin and continued walking forward, into the bathroom and easing Twilight down so her back laid against the bathtub. While Spiked stepped in with his legs straddled over the mare’s hips, Twilight looked up to see a direct view of Spike’s limp but thick, spear-headed penis hanging over his hefty balls, right underneath his voluptuous butt cheeks. When he bent over to turn the water on, the large mounds spread open to show the smudges of brown clinging to his hole, a bit worse off than her own since he’d had a sliver of his excrement stuck in place for a moment. Though feeling a slight tingle of excitement from the visual, Twilight hadn’t anymore energy for additional climaxes that evening. She felt more than ready for the both of them to get clean, and felt thankful for the rush of warm water pouring down on the both of them once Spike pulled up the shower knob.
Though Spike’s body took the majority of the torrent, Twilight felt a portion of water land on the front of her all the same. Little sprinkles danced on her breasts and the flesh of her nipples, as well as the front of her face. Her vision remained on Spike, watching his hand collect a scoop of water within his palms before splashing it across his face and the scales along the top of his head. A moment passed, and Spike looked behind him, down to Twilight who’d not moved since he placed her there.
“You gonna stay down there and enjoy the view the whole time?” he said with a brash grin, making Twilight roll her eyes.
“No,” she replied, heaving her back away from the bottom of the tub, “I need to clean up as well. Hang on…” Twilight moved her left hand to the side of the tub near the curtains, pulled her knees to her chest and began to stand, taking care not to lose her footing and slip across the wet surface.
“Whoa, I gotcha,” Spike said before he lowered his arms under her shoulders and gave her some support, “Easy does it. There you go.” A few seconds passed, and Twilight had managed to stand to her feet, despite a bit of shakiness still in her legs.
“Thanks Spike,” Twilight said, her feathery wings weighed down behind her back, along with her long violet hair against the sides of her head and over her backside, “Come on. Let’s help each other clean up.”
“Now this is one part I’m glad you don’t have a spell for,” Spike said, before Twilight stepped forward and pressed her breasts up against his slim chest. A full foot taller than she, Twilight looked up to his face and into his eyes, the both of them turning the sides of their bodies toward the showerhead. They each let a hand out with their palm up to collect some water, before bringing it to the other’s posterior and pushing up between their cheeks. While Twilight felt Spike’s claws press the warm water against her dirty butthole, she noticed Spike’s face turn a shade of red while her fingers pushed firmly against the sludge around his own orifice. Twilight rested her chin on the top of his chest, letting her index finger run around the rim of his anus and enjoy the way his mouth squirmed from pleasure, while his own claws returned a similar gesture between her purple cheeks.
The two gathered another helping of water and repeated the process of using their hands and claws to wipe their partner standing up against them. Standing with her body pressed up against Spike, the two of them cleaning the other up, Twilight felt something stirring inside her. It wasn’t the tingle in her nethers signaling her full bladder, nor the poke behind her anus from the need to release a thick brown log. It was however warm and holding it in made her feel somewhat bloated with discomfort. She had to let the feeling out, regardless of whatever mess it made, here and now without any reservation. Looking up into Spike’s light green eyes, Twilight rested her hands on his chest while he looked down at her.
“... I love you,” Twilight uttered with a soft voice, smiling gently up toward him. She knew she’d made a bold move by saying such a thing, that she’d undoubtedly changed the dynamic between them. For so long, these kinky romps had been treated as a casual fling, something fun that they had as friends with benefits. After more than a year of engaging in such acts, Twilight realized that she had no desire for anyone other than Spike. A few seconds passed after her confession, and Spike’s smile widened, before he gave her a soft nod in return.
“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation. Hearing the words leave his lips, Twilight’s heart swelled with affection. The initial fear she’d held for telling him her feelings vanished in an instant, and made her glad that she’d taken such a bold step. Twilight’s hand reached up around the back of Spike’s neck, easing him down to her level, and placed a kiss on his lips. Spike’s face softened at once, relaxing into her mouth as they both allowed their tongues to advance and meet in the middle for an intimate tango with one another. While their lips remained locked, they never ceased the attention given to one another’s backside, pressing their wet thumbs downward while letting the water do most of the work until the muck had entirely washed away from the hole that had pushed it out in the first place.
Feeling herself relax against his body, Twilight decided to let the feeling ride and release the slight tension building in her groin. She spread her legs and following a soft inhale through her nose, began to pee against the wall of the shower, her yellow stream mixing in with the clear water pouring down and into the drain beside their feet. Hearing the additional spatter behind her, Spike moved his claw from her backside and placed it below her vagina, letting the stream trickle against his palm, neither of them breaking the kiss between them. Twilight giggled into his mouth when she heard her stream cut off by his hand, her excitement moving to her tongue and giving Spike’s a nudge to show her appreciation. Once she’d expelled the small amount of urine in her, Spike’s claws began to wipe between her legs to rinse what had been left behind.
Eventually breaking the kiss, Twilight leaned her head against Spike’s chest, while his arms rose up and wrapped themselves around her back, underneath her drooping wings. Taking solace in his embrace, Twilight reflected on how fortunate she had been in her life over the past six years. She’d had a wonderful teacher who had put into motion the events that would lead her to meeting her best friends. She’d survived so many treacherous experiences that had made her a stronger mare, ascended to the role of a dignitary, even taken on a pupil of her own before blessing her as a princess too.
And behind it all stood the best assistant in the world, the dragon who had grown so much in size and in heart over the years. Despite the close bond she shared with her friends, the intimacy she shared with Spike was something she couldn’t dream of anypony else knowing about. Sometimes she had brief moments of shame for her exotic interests, but seeing how much someone like Spike enjoyed them as much as she did always diminished her worries. Twilight didn’t care how many ponies or other creatures might find their habits repulsive or sickening; what mattered to her was how wonderful it made them feel and how close it brought them together as princess and assistant.
