Spike's Harem

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I am woken up, from one particular dream; by something wet slithering all over the petals of my orchid. Of course; my hooves are still stuck in place and I lie on the cushion where he had left me the day before. Assuming is the day after that, now. I have no idea; and nothing to hold on to, here.

“Oh, oh!” I sigh, as his tongue is playing over the slippery and soaking wet petals of my orchid.

I could not help myself, I am in his grip; helpless and incapable of doing anything about my situation.

“Oooh!” I exclaim, just as I feel the tip of his tongue plunge right into me.

“You are awake; excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims, in response.

I lick my lips, only to find them wet. Soaking wet. Though I can’t quite master, to articulate a single word.

Of course, he has my complete and undivided attention now; the dream washed away, forgotten as if it had never happened. Of course, it was just a wayward dream; it never really happened, other than in my head.

He pulls his tongue out, and pulls back.

“You deserve a reward!” he offers.

He walks around me and produces a Raspberry. The juicy berry slips into my mouth effortlessly. I cherish the flavours of the treat. Naturally, the Raspberry had been spiked. Just as the cherry had been spiked.

“I want you to enjoy it, to the fullest!” he points out.

“For that, I will need to plug you up; so that no excitement, or pleasure could slip out of you and escape!” he concludes.

“Of course, he just had to plug me up!” I ponder.

"This plug is definitely larger than the one he used the other day!” I realize.

I feel the slippery and soaking wet head of the plug. The plug soon slips in effortlessly; as if it had been sinking in quicksand, or like a stone thrown into the lake.

There is a distinct pinch, as the plug plop and riveting itself into my anal cavity. Though the sensation soon subsides to the point I forget it entirely.

“Ooow!” I exclaim, but too late.

“You are such a gem, my little Rarity!” he proclaims, proudly.

“That is the stallion, I love!” I ponder, though I have no idea who he is or even his name.

“While we are at it!” he points out.

I feel the tip of his tongue, as he is licking the plug and an inch out. I just can’t say if he is licking me, or the plug.

His tongue slowly moves around the plug, then up to my mound and up to the top; where my orchid is. He adds more effort and laps away at the petals of my orchid for several minutes,

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, feeling myself growing excited.

Though I soon realize; that the wetness in my mouth grows thicker, after a minute of his attention.

Now he places the tip of a claw on top of the plug and push, feeling the claw slide right in. From there, he pinches and grabs a firm grip of the rim.

“Don’t do it, don’t do it; but I know you are going to do that, anyway!” I ponder, as I feel him pull and stretch me an inch or two.

As he is stretching out my flesh on one side, his other claw ends up sliding in and giving him a grip on the other side. From there, he does stretch me out several inches; just for the fun of it or if it is, just to let me feel and experience how it feels. I can’t complain or voice the complaints now; if I don’t like it or if it is uncomfortable, makes no real difference. This is simply something, I will have to get used to. He certainly enjoys the tease more than I had been expecting.

“Well, at least it is not painful; it is a curious sensation, I guess he is going to force me to get used to and even enjoy!” I soon realize.

“Delicious!” he exclaims; as he gives me a few more tentative tugs, just for good measure.

I feel his tongue, as he returns his focus to the plot of his story. He is clearly enjoying me and my taste; as he is lapping at the petals of my orchid.

More and more; he is giving each and every individual petal its due, applying his attention towards teasing me in the process of enjoying the slippery sensation.

“Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!! I exclaim, as he is pushing the agenda forwards, towards lapping away at me once more.

“Now, that is what I was hoping for! This, I can certainly enjoy!” I ponder, as he continues lapping away.

“Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim; as the tip of his tongue plunges into me once more, just to drive home the point, as he pushes deep into me.

With the one act, he is ripping my train of thought right in two; shattering my focus. Then, he returns to giving his undivided attention to each petal in turn. Teasing me, by moving the tip of his tongue all over the individual petal. I feel my petals growing stiff and rubbery erect as he is caressing them with the tip of his coarse tongue.

“Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, as he is plunging the tip of the tongue deep into me, once more.

Each time, he pushes deeper inside me. Teasing the inside of me with the touch and caressing focus; just to push me further and further off of focus.

There is a contraction, just before the first orgasms and my eyes are glazing over. I am no longer aware of the room or anything in it. Only spike holding on to me and lapping away at me. One orgasm after the other; harder and faster each consecutive time.

Everything is a blur. I do not see and I do not think. Only react to what spike is doing behind me, where I can’t see him.

I instinctively know he is enjoying this, what he is doing to and with me right now. Could I possibly blame him?

While I had little perspective of time before, he utterly chattered it with his attention. With the first orgasm, time is not existing in my little bubble of existence.

From the orgasm, and I am peaked may have taken an hour, while it is an entire eternity in my perception. I appreciate each and every little move on his part. How could I not? After all he was doing for me, and everything I am feeling right now. I am in a bubble, where time no longer existence; a single perfectly beautiful instant.

Of course, Spike could not help himself; but climbing up on me, grabbing my rear orifice once more. While I am no longer aware of him, he is teasing and stretching the outer rim of my anal entrance to the limit of his content imagination. Just for the fun of it?

He ends up, slipping down, walking out and closing the door behind himself.

He leaves me alone, in this bubble of perfection; where I can enjoy the bliss, he created for me and me alone.

Maybe he will repeat the act; for me or for another mare? Who knows, and who cares? I am satisfied and content. Right here, and right now. There is no earlier, no later; just this one instant of the eternal now. One perfect instant.

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The room had been dark, but I had not cared. I can’t say that is had been cold or dry.

I am still soaking wet. I still am trapped within that one instant of the final orgasm. Of course; I am also high, after chewing on the Raspberry he gave me. I still do feel the taste of it. It is, as if it had still been in my mouth.

To me, the Raspberry is still there. Just as it had been, when I accepted it.

There is a set of consecutive squeaky steps from the hall outside. I do not hear them; since I am consumed by the instant. I am still having the orgasms he gave me. How long I had been here, I have no idea; it has no meaning and is of no consequence to me.

The door goes up and Spike steps into the room.

While I do feel him under my tail, I pay no mind to what he is doing. Of course, he is breaking what ever seal made it impossible for him to extract the anal plug keeping me peaked.

After a moment of teasing and consideration; he grabs the plug, then promptly pulls it out. I feel the plug slip out; as if it had been a part of me. The melted, semi liquid rubber stretching out and finally breaking of from me. I feel his grip and I feel myself stretching out into what could as well have been an eternity.

There is a resounding, wet plop; as the plug finally does part with me and is losing it’s grip inside me, losing its grip of me and the effect it was having on me.

The bubble bursts and the climax hits me like a ton of bricks from the roof of a very tall sky-scraper.

As the climax had occurred, I am no longer having orgasms. I am no longer excited and thus can no longer be pushed to stay in any kind of waken state. I fall into a strange void slumber and my day is at an end.

In the dream that pursues my mind, afterwards is still affected by the Raspberry and what had been done to me. In the dream, I am mounted and Spike is pleasing me.

I just never sees his face. He does never reveal himself or his true identity.

Would his identity change anything, for me? I will never know. Not until I learn of his secret, and who he is. If it will ever happen.