Spike sat on the couch, doodling something on a notebook. He chewed softly on his pencil eraser, looking contemplative. "Hmm...ugh, the hands still look weird..." he sighed, erasing a portion of his drawing.

He jumped slightly as he felt something shift on the couch. Discord slumped over the back of it, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Spike..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm bored."

Spike rolled his eyes. "And whaddya want me to do about that?"

"Entertain me." Discord huffed, wrapping his arms around his little boyfriend and nestling in his big mop of curly green hair.

"Ugh, I'm busy. Go bother someone else."

Discord growled, and Spike let out a yelp as his notebook was yanked away. "Hey! What are you-"

Spike blinked. He was looking at Discord.

And Discord was still holding him.

"W...What the-?"

"What's the matter, Spikey?"
"Seeing double?"

"I...I..."

The Discord in front of him cooed and stroked his cheek. "Oooh, you're sooo cute."

"I...um...thank...you?" Spike squeaked softly.

The Discord that was behind him chuckled. "Isn't he?"

"Uhm...Discord, this is kinda w-mmph!" Spike moaned as the Discord in front kissed him deeply, muffling his protests.

"Mm, yes, he's simply adorable..." Discord #2 murmured against plump, pursed lips, before he slid his hands under Spike's shirt, fingers straying to tease and tug at his nipples.

"A-Aah! Mm...h-hey..."

"So soft and squishy, too, right?" Discord #1 squished his belly, eliciting a sweet giggle that was swallowed up by another kiss from Discord #2, who had moved away from his now sensitive and hardened nipples to fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants.

Discord #2 hummed a noise of agreement as he pulled away from Spike's lips. "So curvy~" He purred as his fingers sunk slightly into the pudge lining Spike's hips.

“Wait, Discord--AH!” He tossed his head to the side and let out a cry, arching his back as the Discord behind him began to nibble on his neck, sends sparks of pleasure snapping along his nerves. “Puh-Please wait…” Both Discords froze. Spike was out of breath, panting, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over.

“Are you alright?” They both asked in unison, Discord #1 looking concerned and Discord #2 looking curious. Spike swallowed harshly.

“Y-You asshole…overwhelming me like that…do you have any idea what you're implying!?”

Discord #2 smirked and brushed his nose against Spike's own. “What’s wrong? Don't you like me, Spikey-baby?” he asked. Spike snorted, despite his cheeks flushing deeply at the embarrassing pet name. His hand came up to push the older man's face away.

“Of course I like you, idiot. We've been together for almost three years. You aren’t suddenly a totally different person just cuz' there's two of you now!”

‘You’re still the same old lovable dork that I somehow fell in love with…’

The Discord that was behind him levitated now, as if he was reclining in the air. “Ah, now that isn't exactly true. Contrary to what many uninformed non-magic users may think, cloning spells do not make perfect copies.” He floated over and rested his hand on Discord #2’s shoulder. “This handsome dish is me, yes. Power wise, appearance wise, etcetera. But our personalities are dissimilar. This particular clone is more…hm, I suppose ‘eager’ is the closest thing I can think of…”

“I'd really enjoy fucking you. He can too, of course, but I want to go first…” Discord #2 blurted. He looked a bit sheepish and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry if that's too forward. It’s just...well, you’re so beautiful, Spike.”

Spike stared, surprised. Yeah, Discord was a dork, but not THAT much of a dork. He sounded like a awkward virgin, and he knew very well that Discord was the farthest thing from that. “…Okay, so maybe he IS a slightly different person. I just...” His eyes drifted over to Discord #1, and he looked a bit flustered. “…never took you as someone who liked to share.”

Discord #1 shrugged. “I don't see why not. I know full well that you're mine. Sharing you with someone else isn't going to suddenly change that.” He stroked beneath Spike's chin, smirking as Spike let out an involuntary purr. Discord #2 licked his lips, his finger running over Spike's bare thigh, and Spike shuddered. “Besides…even though he has a slightly different personality, he's still me, is he not? Sharing with myself isn't so bad is it?”

“I g-guess not…” Spike mumbled. This was a bit too much. Two Discords!? One of him managed to completely exhaust Spike's energy in a night. Two of him would destroy him. He bit his lip. A part of him didn't particularly mind. He tried to envision such a scene. Nude as the day he was born, trapped between two versions of his lover, both alike and yet different. Being kissed, and stroked, and filled…by two people.

At once.

It was admittedly a rather arousing vision.

“Please say yes!” Discord #2 uttered suddenly. “You’re so gorgeous…and adorable. I want to touch you more…your skin is so soft and smooth. And you sound so pretty when you make noise…” Discord #2 flushed slightly at Spike's stunned look. “S-Sorry, that sounded very creepy, didn't it? I swear I wasn't trying to be, I just—"

Both Spike and Discord #2 let out shocked noises as Discord #1 rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to Discord #2’s. Discord #2 blinked, before allowing his eyes to flutter shut at the kiss he was being given. And it wasn't the chaste, gentle peck on the lips that Discord gave Spike upon leaving on a magical artifact retrieval assignment.

It was the deep, passionate, hungry kiss he gave Spike when he was hinting that he was in the mood.

Discord #1’s tongue brushed over Discord #2’s lips. Once. Twice. Urging. Pleading. Discord #2’s eyes let out a muffled, submissive moan and relented as his counterpart’s tongue slid past his lips, brushed past his sharp teeth, and slid across his own tongue.

Spike stared in a mixture of astonishment and slight arousal. He had never heard Discord makes noises like that. Ever.

Spike let out a soft moan of his own as he watched his boyfriend (boyfriends?) make out continue. Discord #1 brought a hand up to tangle in Discord #2’s hair, undoing the messy, high ponytail it had been in, letting it cascade down his back, then gave it a tug. Not hard enough to hurt, but apparently hard enough to stimulate, as Discord #2 moaned into his mouth and gripped his shoulders.

Spike felt his cock begin to harden, his body apparently finding the rather bizarre display arousing. He bit his lip and fidgeted slightly. He wanted to see more. Much more. He wanted to watch them undress each other, and touch each other. He squeezed his thigh.

‘What would they look like…fucking each other?’

He was pulled away from his thoughts by the sound of both Discords pulling away from each other with a synchronized gasp. As he pulled away, Discord #1 nipped his counterpart's lip and gave him a salacious smirk. Discord #2 looked unbelievably flustered, his face nearly scarlet, and he licked his lips, as if trying to savor the flavor of the kiss on his tongue.

Spike stifled a groan. ‘Sweet fucking Celestia, that was hot.’

“Mm…its been so long since I have…ah…indulged in that.” Discord #1 declared.

“W-Wait…y-you…you’ve d-done this before?” Spike asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded.

Discord #1 snorted. “Of course. When one has no partner on a lonely night, one's best company can be themselves.” He then chuckled. “Though I suppose I take that saying in a far more…literal sense.”

Spike frowned. “From a sexual perspective… that was fucking hot. But its kinda narcissistic, dontcha think?”

“Perhaps…but damn if it isn't enjoyable. And if you think that was ‘fucking hot’, as you eloquently put it, you should’ve seen me one evening around four years ago.”

Discord #2 had recovered from the electrifying kiss and flashed the other Discord a naughty grin. “Oh yes, I remember that. Honestly, you're a nutcase. Eight of us at once? You were practically coming apart at the seams after that. Both magically and sexually…”

Discord #1 smirked. “What can I say? I had been over a millennia since I had gotten any. Lust makes you do crazy things…”

Discord #2 leered at him. “And from what I remember, you were the only one getting fucked that evening. I didn’t think you—that is, we—could scream that loud.”

“Hey, it wasn't my fault that those particular clones were made of my more…aggressive tendencies. Anyways, it felt godsdamned good, so who cares?”

Spike just stared.

Nine?

Nine versions of Discord?

Having sex?

With each other?

He felt his mind breaking at his attempt to visualize such a ludicrous scene.

“Anyways…Spike.” Spike squeaked as a warm hand palmed his hardening shaft through his briefs. “So, will you be joining us?”

“Wha- here? Now!?”

Discord #2 rolled his eyes. “Yes, we are definitely going to ravish you in one of the dining rooms of Twilight's palace…” A thoughtful expression appeared on his face and he held his chin contemplatively. “Though…the idea does sound appealing. Bending you over the arm of this sofa…both of us taking turns pounding into your pretty little ass, and one of you friends, possibly even Twilight, seeing the whole thing?” He turned to Discord #1, grinning eagerly. “Actually, maybe we can—”

“Not a chance.” Discord #1 deadpanned. “The last thing I need is Twilight lecturing me about public sexual misconduct. Again.” Discord #2 looked dejected. “Though…you’re right. It does sound quite arousing…” He turned to look at Spike. “We’re planning on going to your room. You can join us or not, but that kiss riled me up and I plan on receiving some form of gratification.” He gently cupped Spike’s chin and tilted his head upward slightly, until their gazes directly met. “Though if you come with us, I can guarantee that you will enjoy yourself thoroughly…” he stroked Spike's cheek with his thumb fondly.

Spike felt dizzy. This still felt like a dream. Two version of his boyfriend, who wanted to have a threesome with him? It was too perfect and bizarre to be true.

“I…I won't be intruding?”

Discord #2 frowned. “Intruding? However would you intrude on us?”

Spike scratched the back of his neck. “Y'know, its just…you do this kind of this with yourself a lot, apparently. I don't wanna interfere.”

Both Discords looked at each other before sighing. Then, at once, they enveloped Spike in a big hug, Spike squeaking as they did so.

"U-Uh..g-guys?"

“There is literally no sexual situation I can think of currently where you'd be ‘intruding’, Spike. You're a sinful, gorgeous little treat, my dear.” Discord #1 purred, kissing Spike's forehead.

“Yes, that sounds simply ridiculous. You're beautiful. I certainly would never kick you out of bed, love…” Discord #2 agreed.

Spike blushed, feeling a bit flattered. Sure, Discord called him beautiful all the time, but hearing it from two people at once was a bit overwhelming.

“I…okay. L-Let's go…”

Both Discords smiled mischievously. “I do hope you're prepared...” Discord #1 whispered.

“Yes, we fully intend to wear you down. You’ll likely pass out.”

Spike swallowed, excitement racing up his spine. He managed to calm himself a bit and flashed them both a cheeky smirk.

“That’s pretty big talk, old man. Frankly, I don't think either of you have the stamina to back it up.”

As expected, both of them growled and gripped him a bit harshly. Discord #1 nipped his ear. “We're going to ravage you. You're going to be so sore that you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow.” He snarled.

Discord #2 chuckled. “Haven’t you learned yet, Spike? It's not wise to taunt me…”

Spike just rolled his eyes. “Jeez, you talk too much. If you really plan on ‘ravaging' me, like you put it…” He dragged his finger down Discord #2’s chest and flashed him the most arrogant, challenging look he could give him.

“Then shut up and prove it…”

Author's Note

Clone threesomes are great and I love them 😩
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