Spike's Harem

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”His tongue is so deliciously coarse!” I realize, in the instant I wake up from the long slumber.

I had been resting, from the previous bout, when he ate me; from the inside and out. He certainly had eaten me alive. This is the reason, why I am hot, feeling hot and alive today.

I had certainly needed a day to rest, wind down and gather my strength.

I still feel his smooth lips pressed tight and firmly against my parted lips as his tongue slide over my own lips. I had been woken up and summoned back to the room, as his tongue plunged down my throat. There is no escaping, this call for attention. He had just done it on me before. I had enjoyed it then, and I am certainly enjoying it now.

If only this kiss could last, but I should have known better; he breaks the kiss, as his tongue slip out of my mouth and he is pulling back. Hesitantly and seemingly unwillingly; even as he knows, he has to pull back now.

He takes a step back, slowly as if to demonstrate something; giving me a final view of him and his face. Once he had stepped back, he stays and lingers in place for but a moment that may be as much as a minute.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear; as he is moving around me, with slow and deliberate steps on his way to the back.

“Squeak, squeak; I hear, as he is moving in behind me.

I know there is no sneaking, in a room where everything is rubber or coated with it. Even I am included in this statement.

“Time to warm up, my little filly!” he exclaims.

I just nod, in response.

“Now it is time to warm you up, for what is before you!” he exclaims.

I just nod. I know there is no point in refusing or trying to escape. Even if my hind hooves had not been fused to the floor on which I am currently standing. But, who wants to escape; from what I know, he is about to bestow upon me. I am looking forwards to what he is about to do, relishing in the expectation of how it will make me feel. In just a few more minutes. Of course, just a few more minutes. I can wait.

Spike licks his lips, in anticipation.

There is a squeak, and Spike takes a step back; admiring what he has before him for a moment, before he is moving forwards.

I feel his lips on my mound, around the now stiff and slippery orchid. He licks the tip of the petals of the orchid, in obvious delight. He had grown to enjoy and saviour the flavour of me. My juices draw him to me, like a moth to the flame.

I could not complain, had I wanted to, but why would I bother complaining? When I am looking forwards to his next move. He is just teasing me, as he is warming up by lapping at the petals of my orchid.

“Oooh!” I exclaim, as his tongue forcefully plunges right into me and borrows itself deeply into me.

“Oh, oh!” I exclaim; as his tongue is squirming inside me, like a worm on a hook.

Hot, and now wet; I am stuck before him, in breathless anticipation.

“If he is licking me, my orchid; I have to be hot and delicious, not to mention wet!” I ponder.

“Almost there, almost there!” he ponders; “Excellent, just excellent!” he continues, as he feels me reacting to his efforts.

“This is as hot as I want her to be, time to move up to the next stage of my exploration!” he exclaims, after he had pulled back.

“One small detail!” he ponders, and slips in his little plug from behind; “That ought to do it!” he continues.

“I need to be at my peak; when I am performing for my gem, Rarity!” he declares.

“Oow!” he exclaims; “That sure is big; and it made me much tighter, than I had anticipated!” he ponders; as he is reacting on his anal plug slipping in, and plopping in his rear orifice.

As the clear rubber membrane had finally filled up, from his rump and all the way down into his anal cavity; he feels the clear rubber spreading out over his shaft, from the root and all the way out over the head. A thick sleeve, forming over him; giving him some extra size and making him even more sensitive than he had thought possibly. Naturally, the head is coarse and coated in a clear lubricating gel, for the duration.

“Oh, oh!” he exclaims, as he is stroking the tip of the glossy head; just as the process had finished.

“He is in for a wild ride!” I ponder; “And then, I am forced to make him enjoy it; just as much as he is making me enjoy it, in the process!” I continue.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” he exclaims, in embarrassment over the mistake; “But I can as well try this out now!” he ponders; as he is slipping in his oral tube, feeling the clear rubber membrane slipping into his mouth, coating his tongue and pushing down his through.

Of course, this membrane will also push outwards and basically mute him as well in the process. No more elaborate speeches, on his side.

“I should try that out, just to see how she is reacting; now, before I get used to it!” he ponders; placing his lips around my orchid, lapping at my petals for a moment, before he pushes forwards.

“Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, just as the tip of his now highly elastic tongue plunges deep inside me in a single, swift move.

“Now, I certainly am in for it!” I realize, in shock and aw, in that one instant.

“That was fun; why did I not try that out, before?” he ponders, as he realizes how exciting this new experience is to him

In realization; he tries it out again; once, twice, thrice. His tongue slipping in and out, easily and fast enough; while eliciting unexpected and exciting sensations, he simply could never have been prepared for.

“I am getting of track, it is time I give her what I came here for!” he ponders.

With that, he is pulling his tongue out of me, stopping only to lap at my petals for a minute or two.

“This Stallion knows how to reel his mare in!” I realize, reveling in my new-found reverence for him.

“Oow!” I ponder; “ I feel empty, now; when he pulled out of me, like that!” I realize.

There is no way, for me to make him slip back, into me. Yet, maybe I should not be disappointed; considering what is about to come next.

I had been distracted, by what I had; enough to miss, what I was about to be given. If, only I am prepared to wait for him to walk around me. He is required to face me, in order for him to give me the treat. He always gives me a treat, when he comes over to have a bout. I never complained before, and I am not about to start complaining now.

“What treat is he giving me today!” I ponder, while I wait for him to take the final few steps, to face me.

He is presenting me with a Strawberry; large, and juicy. A very tasty treat, when I am permitted to say so. Just like the previous treats; the Strawberry is spiked, even if I do not know of it right away. If it is to enhance my immediate experience, or if it is to tie be to him; who is to say, Spike does not say anything right now. I could not blame him.

I open my mouth, accepting the priced treat; slowly chewing, treasuring the given delicacy. Did I truly have a choice, when it all came to it? I do not know, just as I do not care. I enjoy the taste of the Strawberry.

Once he had returned to the back of me, he is exploring the plug with his claws. I feel each and every touch the instant it is applied. I can’t escape it, more than I could have escaped him; had I wanted to, considering how my hooves are fused to the floor upon which I stand.

He takes his time, exploring me; enjoying the position and considering what he is about to do next. He knew his next move, before he had even given me the Strawberry for the daily treat. I am about to learn, what he had in mind for me today.

I am tight and wet, ready to take him in, if I want to or not. He had seen to it, in his meticulous preparation of me. I just had not realized what he was doing, why or what his purpose is.

“Strange, why does the plug feel so large?” I ponder.

Of course it is not the plug, that is larger today; it is I, who am tighter than I had been expecting. Spike wants me tight, thus he spiked my Strawberry, to give the effect. It may not be the primary effect of the Strawberry he gave me, but he liked to add it to the list. I do not complain. I would not have complained, even if I could have voiced my complaints and been free to move. Which I am not.

As he stands behind me, I am clearly lifting my tail; inviting him, to do what I am expecting him to do.

I feel him, as he is placing both his hands firmly on my rump. He is stretching and placing himself up for the kill.

I feel his tongue, as he is licking my orchid and mound eagerly. I feel the joy in the action. He makes me shiver, in anticipation. The plunge is imminent. Isn’t it?

He bends his neck, tracing the deep from my mound and up to the plug. I feel his wet tongue; as he is teasing me with great deliberation. He is taking his time, enjoying the last moments; before he is pulling back, in order to regroup.

“Oh?” I ponder.

When he is back, it is clearly not the tip of his tongue I feel, as he renew his efforts. The head is slippery and wet, as it is teasing my orchid for but a moment; before he is pressing the advantage, taking the plunge. I feel myself contracting around him, holding him tightly, in a very firm grip.

“Ooh, ooh!” he exclaims.

“I think I have you, there; my dear Spike!” I ponder, triumphantly.

But of course, it is he who had me first. He had had me, all along. From the first day. I could as well admit it, and feel better as a result. Denying it, will not benefit me in the least. I am not on trial, and I am not being punished for admitting anything here.

Spike does not need to listen to what I say, but he prefers to make me enjoy his effort nonetheless.

I feel Spike holding on to my rump, pulling himself closer in order to thrust himself into me. As he is pushing himself in, I feel myself drawing him in. As he is hitting the bottom, he bounces up. I feel him slide out and away, but find myself far too tight for him to actually make the escape. Not that he had actually wanted to, had he been able to. He had initiated the act, in order to fulfill the promise given.

Spike yelps and hold on for dear life.

With the plug in, at least he does not need to worry about coming prematurely. I just feel him inside, such as he prepared for me.

As opposed to a toy, he is warm inside me; just as I am warm around him.

Moment by moment, I feel the excitement mount and build towards what I know can not be avoided. The first contraction, followed by an explosive orgasm. Orgasm by orgasm, I enjoy the moment. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Yet, he is not moving faster than I can enjoy. Nor faster, than he could enjoy. At least, so long as he manages to hold on, to my rump. He does not let go or lose his grip.

While I knew it will happen, but I am not aware of exactly when I am peaking. I am just coming, over and over. I am trapped in the bubble of bliss.

While it did take me an hour, but he holds on, for another hour; just to enjoy the ride. Could I blame him?

In the end, he manages to pull out; just as he chose to, and push back to feel with both his feet onto the floor with a joyous squeak.

He walks out and leave me to enjoy the moment.