Spike's Harem

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At least, I am not alone here anymore; Gem is such a sweet and lovable friend, to me.

While she is hiding something for me, but she believes it is for my good. I have no idea, exactly what it is; if I want to have it, or if I should have tried to escape it. Of course, escape is too late for me, far too late.

Just as Spike serves Gem an Apple, a Carrot and a bowl of water; he serves me exactly the same treats. I love him for it. If it is because of, or despite the price I paid for the services; who knows, I have no idea at this point. Maybe, just maybe; that is because I do not know who I were, or what I was dreaming of before. Yet, I love what I am given.

I had fallen asleep, on that cushion in the room. I had actually been given this squishy cushion I can sleep on. I do not need to lie prone on the cold floor, in order to sleep.

I had fallen asleep, on my cushion; when I wake up, my hind hooves had fused to the floor on which they are still resting. I can’t pull either of them even an inch up, now. I am stuck.

At least, it means that I can not fall off of my cushion, during the night. Maybe I should be grateful?

“Good morning, my precious!” Spike exclaims, just as he opens the door and steps right into my room.

On second thought, of course I had heard the squeaks from his steps. I had just ignored them.

“Good morning, Spike!” I respond.

“My precious little Rarity, I have something I think you would enjoy!” he points out, as he is offering me the Raspberry.

“A Raspberry, that is a cue!” I ponder; “Thank you, Spike!” I respond, just as he is feeding me the delicious berry.

Such a delicious irony, that he just happened to be called Spike; when it is indicating that he is spiking the treats, he was offering me. I would have to know, he had actually spiked the berries; for me to have a chance to know of the irony. I had not even been here; long enough to know, or even see a hint of it.

“Since you are not going anywhere, for a few moments; maybe I could tease or taste you, just to see if the Raspberry is going through?” he points out, just as he is walking around me.

“Don’t worry, I do not eat more meat, than you would!” Spike explains, in a teasing tone of voice.

“Ooh!” I exclaim.

Spike had just placed his lips on my mound, covering the petals of my orchid. I feel the tip of his tongue plunge deep into me; thrust with explosive force. I could not have stopped him, and now I can do nothing to prevent him from having his way with me. I could but hope I taste good.

“Ooooh! Ooh, ooh!” I sigh, in reaction to sensations assaulting me from behind.

I feel his tongue pulling back; just to renew his assault and teases me with his tongue. I feel the hot tongue sliding in and out, in and out. Fast and slow, fast and slow.

If it is he, or I who is wet; but I had been wet from the moment I felt his lips on my mound. I know as much. Why, oh why; are my feelings betraying me?

It is not just that I love the taste of the offered Raspberry, with a taste that lingers impossibly long in my mouth. It is, as if the very wetness in my mouth is laced with the taste of his Raspberry.

As I grow wet, and hot; I find myself slowly melting into a puddle before him. He is making me orgasm by pure force. There is no stopping him, just as there is no resisting the emotions flooding my mind as he is assaulting me from behind with his tongue deep inside me.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” I hear from my hooves, as I am incapable of holding still enough to prevent it, as if I had cared enough or wanted to.

I feel myself tighten up and contract around him, his tongue; as he keeps assaulting me with the delightful tongue of his. There is a contraction, and then another and another; before I feel the first actual orgasm hit home. I feel it hitting me, and hard; then there is another, and another. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear from the cushion under my belly.

The delightful cushion is squishy, and growing more squishy by the moment as I am held steadfast on top of it. No escape, and no surrender.

I feel the contractions of my orgasm, like a ticking clock or a bomb about to go off; as I feel hot and growing hotter. Steaming and soaking hot, it feels as if I am about to melt; like the perfect little rubber mare I had become, under the caring claws of the Dragon, I know as Spike.

Under his loving care and attention, I had slipped in the tubes that turned me into a willing and eager rubber Pony; ready to do as he commands, just for the tasty treats he is offering me. One single Cherry, Raspberry or Strawberry; for each bout he is taking out on me, making me melt under his attention. I am not joking, or making an expression here; I am actually physically melting, as if I had actually been a rubber Figurine standing too near the furnace, on a cold and lonely night.

I am drawn to Spike, like a Moth to the bright, hot flame. There is no escaping it, and I do not even wish to escape him. I never really wanted to escape, even before I knew who he was; just as I will not wish to escape him, when I have learned the truth. Of course, by then; it will be too late, too late by far. I am already addicted to his caresses and the influences of the berries of his treats.

While Spike is holding on to my rump with his hands, the cushion is caressing my belly, with each and every tiny little motion I have been pushed into performing. I feel Spike’s claws digging into the rubber skin of my behind; while his tongue is ravaging me to his heart’s content. I can’t complain, when I am enjoying what he is giving me. It is not, that I am obligated to give him anything and everything he points his claw at. I give freely, even if he never really had asked anything of me. Short of slipping the tubes in, of course. I had eagerly followed the instructions, for the meals he is serving me; even before I knew the consequences on my body and person.

I am hot; because Spike desires me, but now I am starting to feel hot. It is not so much that the room is warming up, or in the effort of standing before him. Yet, I feel as if I am growing hot; to the point, where I am physically melting. It is, what it means to be made out of rubber.

Had I ever tried any of the berries he is offering me, straight up, and not had sex with him; maybe I would have known if this is part of it. If I had cared; but I am hot, enjoying the attention I feel from Spike behind me.

Somewhere along the line, I peak; but there is still no climax, in sight. It is; as if I can’t climax with, Spike in the room. He is helping me, permitting me; to actually enjoy sex, to the fullest.