Spike's Harem

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It is dark, as I wake up. I hear noises and squeaks from outside.

“My gem is glowing!” I ponder; as I realize something is changing, in my life.

I had failed to notice the glow of the Amethyst, up until now. Mainly due to the fact that it only glows, when he is in the room and I sleep when he is in the room. Of course, even if it is dark, the glow is still faint.

“Squeaks, the floor is coated with rubber; so I guess this means, some pony is finally coming after me!” I ponder.

Naturally, it is no pony; it is a dragon, coming to finally claim his prize and examine the mare in my room. That mare, is me.

“This Pegasus stallion is wearing a very odd suit!” I ponder, as I see the form, entering my home.

“Let’s see, what do we have here!” Spike exclaims, as he is watching me from the side where I lie.

I remain relaxed and comfortable, on the cushion upon which I lie.

“Good little mare; let me examine and explore you, before we have some fun!” Spike explains.

“He does not know my name!” I ponder, casting a glance towards my rubber-coated right flank.

In chock, I realize that my flank is bare; coated by the rubber, and thus hiding who I am.

“Of course, first you need a name and an identity!” Spike declares, as he is producing what appears to be a sheet of paper with what looks like a mark on it.

Spike slaps the mark onto my flank. I see the paper glow and crumble; before I realize exactly what he is doing, as the new mark is finally revealed on my flank. It is a Ruby in the shape of a crystalline heart. Just that there is the number one floating over the crystal heart.

“What is that, and what did you just do to me?” I inquire, in sudden and immediate alarm.

“As I just said, you did need an identity! Let us hope, you prove worthy of your new identity!” he points out.

Of course; now my rubbery coat of fur is a clear and unblemished silicon white, upon which my new mark does fit perfectly.

“Do you want to be a Rarity, or would you prefer to be nothing?” he inquires.

“In that case, I think I prefer to be the Rarity!” I respond.

"Why do I feel the scent of excitement, on the air; from your direction, my Rarity?" he inquires.

"I have no idea, but I guess I do feel just a little bit wet!" I respond.

“I just have to check, if you do not mind!” he points out; stepping in behind me, before I had the time to protest, or even respond.

“I, I do not know!” I squeak, as response.

I feel him placing his left hand on my rump, before he is placing the tip of his claw on my mound and sliding it ever inwards.

“Oh, oh!” I exclaim, realizing just how wet I am and the reason behind it.

“Is that why I am so wet? I had no idea! That feels so good!” I ponder.

“I guess you have been enjoying your carrots, lately?” he inquire, confirming the point.

“Yes, I certainly have been enjoying the carrots!” I respond; “They were delicious!” I ponder.

“I can see that, you inserted the tubes I offered you!” he points out, explaining the deal.

“Yes, I did!” I merely respond, giggling at the realization hitting home.

“Exactly!” he points out; “That is exactly why you are wet, and excitable like this!” he continues; hammering in the point, by a teasing stroke of his claw over the petals of my orchid.

“Ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, reacting on his intended stimulation.

“You are incapable of resisting this!” he explains, stroking the petals for a moment.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, in response.

“Have a cherry!” he responds, tossing me the treat.

“Thank you!” I respond, snapping the red delicacy.

If only I had known it beforehoof, but this cherry had been spiked.

“I wanted you to relish this moment, remember it with fondness; so I offered you the cherry!” he explains.

“I love the sweet cherry, even if I can’t recall ever having one before!” I respond.

“Then your memory will be untainted; connected to the cherry!” he points out, teasing me more.

I feel him, as he is teasing me towards the excitement I am incapable of resisting, finding the first precursor contraction before the actual orgasms hits me. I feel a shiver and know exactly what happens. I had an orgasm.

He continues, licking his lips.

“There, I knew you would enjoy this!” he points out.

“I did not!” I respond, truthfully; “But now I do!” I add.

“I want you, to enjoy this; for all it is worth, so I make certain you will!” he promises.

“Since you did not mind, I will have a small sample of your excitement!” he points out.

He steps forwards, licking me right under the tail. In chock, I realize I am wet. Not just my orchid.

“Delicious!” he exclaims.

“Now I will give you the plug!” he explains, just before I feel the tip of the soaking wet, deliciously slippery head.

It does not take him any attempts, the head of the plug eagerly slide in as if on its own accord. I feel it plop and riveting in my rear orifice and filling up my anal cavity perfectly. It is, as if it had been molded for me. Which it just may have been.

“Oow!” I exclaim, as the plug is riveting firmly inside.

“Sorry, but you will see the point soon enough!” he merely offers, as explanation.

“I will?” I inquire.

“Trust me, you will; but you will learn that, when you get there!” he adds.

“Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, with each progressive orgasms hitting me; harder and faster, with each time it takes me.

“That is the spirit!” he offers, enjoying my little whimpering cries of ecstasy.

“Of course, you can only come down from there; when I say so, when it suits me!” he promises, as if it had been a blessing explaining my situation.

Though I am already too excited, far too excited; to care now. After about an hour of solid teasing, on his part; I am peaking, yet still coming over and over.

“An exercise, of love! I hope you will appreciate it, for all it is worth!” he concludes.

Just for good measure, he does tease me; for just a few more minutes, but that may be more for his joy.

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The taste of his cherry, persistently coating the inside of my mouth; for the entire duration of the exercise. I experience the sweetness of the cherry, relishing the moment as if it was just an instant in time.

He had stepped out from behind me and waled out of my home, my room and closed the door behind himself. I had not cared, or even noticed it. Maybe I am just too excited, to care what happened in the room.

I do not even hear the squeaking noises of his steps, before or even after he opens the door and enters the room, once more. Why? Why bother?

I am busy.

“Let me give you a small reminder!” he points out, just as he is stepping in behind me.

“If you do not mind!” he continues, just before he is slipping his face in under my tail.

I feel his tongue, as he is lapping at my rear orifice, and the space where he inserted that anal plug; preventing me from reaching my climax, leaving me utterly and totally incapable of climax.

I feel the tip of his tongue, as it is slipping over my flesh. Just that I can’t quite determine, if it is the plug or my actual flesh he is licking.

“Uh, huh!” I ponder; as I know exactly what it is, he is hammering in with this act.

After a minute, or if it is a few minutes; he is pulling back. I feel his claws pinching me. He is grabbing a firm grip around what feels as if it is the flesh just around my rear orifice. He makes the point, as he is pulling back and I feel my flesh stretching well beyond expected limitations. It feels, as if I had indeed been made out of highly elastic rubber; not a pony of flesh and blood, such as I clearly recall I had been born to be.

Since I am a hoarse little horse; or rather pony, I am not speaking, just sighing with the last few orgasms permitted.

Once he finally decides to release me; he slips in his claws and pulls the plug out. I find the climax a mere moment later.

“There, that seems to have made the trick! Come down and enjoy your breakfast, once you gathered your wits and strength enough to slide down!” he instructs me.

Of course, the bowl is containing the apple and carrot. I have my water, waiting for me; fresh and cool, just the way he knows I like it.

He steps out and closes the door behind himself. I moan and whimper, short of breath and strained to my limits. I just remain limp as I draw in breath for all I am worth.

In the end, I manage to slip down and enjoy the breakfast offered. I just am not quite as enthusiastic about it. After a long night of excitement, who could possibly blame me? I am utterly spent after the efforts I had endured.