A Wet Dream Within A Dream
Thick fog rolled everywhere Spike looked when he blinked his hazed eyes open. He laid upon his muscular back, tried to raise his hefty bulk, but his limbs seemed sluggish and unusually weighty. It was like he was trapped in a void. He imagined this was what limbo, or perhaps purgatory was like, were there any solid proof such dimensions existed. He flared his nostrils, black smoke spilling from them, seeing a dark silhouette approaching in the distance. He was nothing but helpless prey.
His heart raced. His eyes focused. He felt a roaring furnace start to build in his stomach, ready to spew upon whatever approached, and he simply laid there in what appeared to be a submissive position with his soft belly shown, hoping to lure this predator into a false sense of security until they closed in and took the full-force of his molten fiery breath.
“Hello there, my darling Spike.” The voice was familiar, yet had an ethereal, regal tinge, which further enhanced its sweet sultry melody. An ebony unicorn approached, purple locks with white streets flowing like silk garments in the wind about her, matched by a similar tail. On closer inspection he swore there were tiny stars within her lovely hairs.
Her eyes shimmered while she studied him. He felt the blaze inside instantly smother. “R-Rarity...?”
“Of sorts.” She cantered closer. “I must confess, I do not understand it myself. Is this simply a dream? A gift from Luna? I do hope she's not spying on us now.” She stopped before him, casting a long shadow. “Although I must also confess, an audience wouldn't be so terrible.” She slowly turned a full circle to show herself off. “So, do you approve?”
He grinned, hoping this wasn't some trick to lure him into a trap! “Sure do! Although I wouldn't want to lose the old you. Still, no matter what form you took, I'm sure I could learn to love it! You're the first love of my life, after all!”
“No worries.” This time the more familiar Rarity trotted out from his left. “Somehow I can be in two places at once?”
“No, make that three.” From the right strutted another Rarity, this one sporting the more punk-like look when she'd messed up her mane all those years ago. She smirked, throwing back her wild, multi-colored bangs and twitching a cut-short tied tail.
“So...” All three of them spoke at once. “Which one is the hottest?”
His heart raced while he drank them all in. “Ummm...is this a trick question?” He hoped they wouldn't be offended with his answer. “Well, I'll always be most partial to classic Rarity. She's the one I fell in love with, after all.”
They all smiled. “I was merely kidding. But you deserve a reward anyhow.”
“Uh, I can't move. It's like sleep-paralysis or something.”
“That's fine. Just lie back and let us take care of everything.” Nightmare Rarity stayed where she was before him at the moment, while the other pair closed in, lowering themselves before his sheath. He groaned once they started to lap slowly at it, teasing out his twin pair of cocks inch-by-inch, the pink slimy shafts ridged at the bottom to fully pleasure his partners.
He strained until his lengths fully arose and throbbed, twitching in desperation to be touched, the flared tips at the heads starting to leak droplets of precum. Both of the mares took his girth in one of their hooves, pressing them to a cheek which they slowly dragged over them, smearing them in trails of his translucent goo. Soon they touched their tongues to his meat, starting to gradually trace the veiny protrusions, eyes half-lidded as they breathed in his masculine musk with feminine sighs.
The pair took him in their maws, slowly working up-and-down, one pausing to suckle on his tip and roll their tongue around the head, while the other one swallowed him to the hilt which left a thick bulge visible in their throat. Feeling more domineering by the moment, he laid claws around their skulls and guided their movements, while they met him with half-lidded eyes, pale faces flushed over with a sensuous pink. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted spilling small globs of hot splooge into their mouths.
Thankfully he managed to control himself; he didn't want to end the fun there. Not that he didn't have stamina to burn, but he wanted to draw out his release as much as possible. He pushed them down more roughly, knowing his love would give the usual signal of slapping her hoof on his thigh if it proved too much, but they happily allowed him to force their heads all the way down repeatedly. Tears filled their eyes, making their mascara run in attractive streaks. He'd often worried he was hurting her whenever she started to weep like this, yet she'd told him she liked this rough sort of treatment from the drake she adored.
Finally Nightmare Rarity decided to make her move, turning so that her backside faced him, and squatting over his snout, lowering herself down until she sat her bottom directly upon his maw, her soft and supple buttcheeks spreading and squishing over him. He breathed in her sexual musk, thinking if he had to die someday, this was how he wanted to go out, smothered under that lovely ass and pussy. “Sorry my Dragon Lord,” she moaned. “It's a shame I cannot do this without blocking such a nice view.” As if in response her physique suddenly became transparent, allowing him to see the mares he directed to work him over.
He started to draw his extensive tongue over her love bud, her moist slit, and her puckered anus, savoring the flavor and texture of each. Nightmare Rarity bent forward and help the duo service him, her tongue dancing with theirs while she lapped at his slimy penises. He moved to her cunt, first tracing its glistening walls, then fishing deeper, prodding at the entrance to her cervix, then driving all the way inside, moans of pain mixed with pleasure sounded from her as he cleaned the contracting walls of her womb. Her feminine creams dribbled over his snout and into his mouth, which he greedily lapped up like it was nectar.
He inevitably felt his heavy testicles swell, and he billowed dark clouds from flared nostrils, unable to hold back anymore. He shoved the pair down fiercely, his cocks fully engorged in their throats, as he unloaded waves of hot spunk into their gullets, their tongues continuing to trace around his girth, soaking up the taste of his sticky seed and swallowing it down.
Their cheeks puffed out from the excess, but they drank it down, his heat comfortably settling into their bellies. He released them, and they pulled free of his dragonhoods with audible pops, rushing to lock tongues as thick white globs dripped from their tongues. They locked in passionate, messy kisses, gurgling and mixing semen and saliva, joined by Nightmarity as he'd decided to dub her, who make out with her counterparts and relished his salty loads. They slurped every last drop down.
Giving him only a moment's rest, this time classic and punk Rarity mounted him, the former wrapping her hooves around the latter's barrel who was positioned closer to his soft belly. He filled them completely, his ridges tracing the convulsing walls of their birth canals. This time he burrowed his tongue into Nightmarity's asshole which clenched in response.
Moans sounded when marecum gushed down his meat sticks and splattered over his stomach, squelches sounded each time he drove them down, palms scrunched tight around their pert buttocks. Satisfied they were fulfilled he let himself go once more with a bestial growl, spraying the walls of their uteri, which distended and swelled until they appeared to be pregnant.
They panted and laid atop him, his tools still buried within their warm crevices. One Rarity was already all his fantasies ever could have hoped for. But three of them? He'd practically suffered a heart attack! He still didn't understand whether this was a dream, hoping that if so he'd never awaken from such sheer bliss, but somehow it started to fade around him...
*****
With a groan Spike blinked hazy eyes, overcome with a familiar sensation. This time he was back in his bedroom inside the Castle of Friendship, tucked snugly into his bedspread, laying upon his back like in his dream. His loins pleasurably burned, and he looked down to see two members of his herd, Twilight Sparkle and Applejack, driving their maws onto his dicks. They shot him sensuous looks, doing their best to milk out his loads, their heart-shaped bottoms raised appealingly in the air.
“It was my idea to wake you up this way my Dragon Lord,” cooed Rarity who wore the fire ruby on her bosom. “I hope you don't mind, but we're all hungry for breakfast, and could use the extra protein...” He shot them all a toothy grin, and like the Nightmarity in his dream, Rarity squatted over his snout, facesitting him with that marshmallow ass he practically worshiped.
Had it really been his love in his dreams? He liked to think so. He'd ask her later. He silently thanked Luna too, wanting to believe she'd intentionally afforded them such an erotic opportunity. He propped his claws under his head yet atop a pillow, laid back swishing his tail cheerfully, and lapped at the soft pink asshole and pussy before him, completely satisfied with his life.
“That's just the warm up, 'hun.” AJ's freckled face grinned. “Ready for the ride of your life?”
“Of course! I was born ready,” he shot back with a toothy smile.
“You know the drill, Rarity!” Twi beamed at her. “Exactly as planned!” She winked.
Rarity lowered herself to all fours before him, dock raising her tail high so he could drink in the view, while Twilight placed a pillow under her chin for support. She stuck her supple ass in the air, cooed once he lined up behind her, his dragonhoods prodding her entrances. “It's rude to tease a lady too much,” she whined as her vulva started to wink and drip a translucent strand onto the blankets. He inhaled the smell of her sex which made his tips drool more small streams of precum.
To make certain she was properly lubricated, AJ traced the circumference of Rarity's plump asshole with her tongue repeatedly, while Twi did the same to her already sopping pussy, preparing their Dragon Lord's treasure so he could properly claim it. Once she was sufficiently ready he started to drive his way in inch-by-inch.
“Time to go spelunking in the diamond caves! Wow, they're both so super tight and wet! Guess I'll have to explore even deeper!” With claws on her pert buttocks, which blushed when she was aroused, he drove hard towards her core. He settled into a rhythm, hips slamming into asscheeks which wobbled under each fierce thrust. He gripped her tail with his own which wound around it, pulling hard, and he took her mane between his teeth, yanking that too which made her scream joyously.
“Go get 'er stud,” called AJ who spanked one of Rarity's buttcheeks. “Fuck her so hard she'll be sore all week!”
“Don't worry,” reminded Twi who watched him perform with starry eyes. “She loves it! The rougher, the better! Don't worry about wearing her out! Zecora's given me all kinds of potions for such an occasion!” She slapped Rarity's other asscheek.
His eyes glazed-over once he surrendered to his dominant dragon instincts. He knew by now she could take it, that she loved to be dominated by a powerful male by far the most of his herd, feeling for once she could surrender and be completely comfortable with herself. Nopony would judge her here. All they cared about was each other's happiness.
With his left palm he molded a buttock, the tips of his claws digging into the parting flesh but not breaking the unbelievably soft skin, while he wrapped his right claw around her throat and maw, forcing a couple of digits in which she suckled on with a low blissful wheeze. He'd been practicing with his wings, discovering that they were almost as prehensile as his claws, and he wrapped them around her barrel, using the tips to pluck at pastel-pink nipples, atop hanging breasts which bounced about.
So lost was he in sheer bliss that he started to daydream. She altered before his eyes when he blinked, transformed into Nightmarity who buckled under his ministrations, but were this actually the case and not simply his imagination it seemed the rest of his herd made no reaction other than to continue watching him breed her and cheer them on.
When the sheer euphoria became too much he released his hold on her throat, and she bit hard into the pillow, downy feathers flying everywhere, her moans partially muffled as he savagely speared her. He grimaced and blew dark clouds, growling as he puffed out his well-toned chest, drawing back until only the heads of his cocks were still in her, then slamming full-force into his lovely prey, doing this repeatedly as she switched between the two equally amorous forms each time he blinked.
AJ and Twi were worked up from watching, rubbing themselves between their thighs with hooves, knowing it was Rarity's turn for a night alone with him. Each of his herd had a day a week like this, the others free to get him or each other off anyway they liked, the one restriction being that his dicks would only fill the chosen member that night. Outside that trio of designated days they were free to take each other as they wished; they had tried pretty much every combination between them by now.
A melodramatic wail erupted from his love when he started to paint her love tunnels with hot spunk, shot-after-shot rocking her to the core, her stomach slowly bloating from overfill, the excess gushing in small spurts from her holes around his dicks. Her mascara ran as she sobbed with joy. “Oh, my dominant Dragon Lord!” She opened her mouth wide and shrieked in jubilation until her cry was soundless, eyes rolling into her tilted back head, tongue lolling comically from the thoroughly-bred unicorn.
She felt his heated splooge slosh inside her, swear she could hear it churn as her eggs swam in it, in a fit of madness wishing he could knock her up just so he could claim her completely, with just enough sense left to remind herself she wasn't ready to be a mother yet. Applejack had already claimed the right to bear his first offspring once that time came. Rarity and Twilight would decide if they wished the same after that. Not that it would be any time soon. They were having way too much fun now!
She collapsed her head onto the pillow, now soaked with drool, her mane a wild mess, her shapely physique soaked in perspiration. He laid his weight atop her, still inside his lover, partly wishing he never needed leave her, but not wanting to deny the other members of his herd who he adored in their own ways. AJ and Twi curled beside him. They had made his life complete.
Author's Note
Just a short little extra. Hope you've enjoyed this series!
