A Real Number One Assistant

by Kulpa

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3260

Spike learns that Twilight knows about his 'meetings' with Mayor Mare

Twilight confronts Spike about his 'meetings' with Mayor Mare. She wants some too, Spike is happy to oblige.

Kinks: Interspecies Sex (Dragon x Pony), Large Dragon Endowments, Squirting, Fuck Coma, Hornjob, Cum-Filled Belly Bulge

Cover Art: 1910561 On Derpi
Artist: the-minuscule-task

**3/20**

Published 2019-03-20 02:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-20 02:50:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Spike walked back into the Friendship Palace, a smug smile on his face, that hot cougar of a Mayor was complete putty in his claws, there wasn't a thing she wouldn't do if it meant getting more of his dragon cock in her. To say Spike was arrogant at the moment would be an understatement, He swam in an ocean of arrogance at the moment. His mind danced in a range of thoughts, how smitten Mayor Mare was by his dick, how he was going stretch her ass on to his cock and make her scream for more.

He had to admit, he had it pretty fucking good.

Spike's stomach let off a low, muffled rumbled, he looked down at his gullet and lightly shrugged, “Yeah, I could go for a sandwich right now,” He said aloud to the empty foyer. His feet pattered toward the palace kitchen, through the foyer, down the hall, and the last entryway on the left. He'd worked up quite an appetite for himself from his meeting with Mayor Mare, meetings with her tended to be... thoroughly strenuous. A nice big sandwich was just what he needed to refill his tank.

Spike grabbed the refrigerator's door handle and pulled it open, inside he had a plethora of options to choose from. Strawberries, baby carrots, celery, grapes, and Sweet Apple Acres' Honeycrisp apples all stared him in the face if he was feeling a healthy-snack, eggs, and bacon if he wanted to make an impromptu 'breakfast' in the middle of the afternoon. But the siren's song of a perfectly made grilled cheese sandwich called his name and he would not deny himself something so wholesomely good.

He grabbed himself a slice of provolone and a slice of muenster cheese from the fridge and closed the door, two kinds of cheese that easily melted together quickly and created a combination of flavor that always sent Spike's taste buds to heaven. Two thick slices of wheat bread came from the bread box on the counter and sat there patiently ready to be dressed. Spike held each slice of cheese in his claws, humming a short merry tune to himself and dancing in place as he used his natural body heat to warm them, making them easier to melt when he toasted his sandwich. After a minute, he stacked his sandwich together, first the base layer of bread, then the cheese stacked on top of each other, and finally, another slice of bread completed the assembly of his sandwich that would quiet his grumbling stomach.

With a large toothy grin on his face, Spike brought his claws up in front of his mouth, palms facing toward himself—he found this trick particularly useful. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he inhaled, holding it for a second before exhaling a small steady flame on to his palms, his scales and skin absorbed and held the heat quite well, while also making sure he didn't burn himself. Once he felt his hands had reached a hot enough temperature he halted his flame, his mouth started to drool slightly as he stared and imagined the flavors of his food hitting his mouth.

In one quick motion he scooped up his sandwich in between both of his claws, the sound of searing bread, the smell of toasted wheat and melted cheese filled the room. Forty-five seconds later, Spike held in his claws a perfect grilled cheese, the edges oozing just slightly with gooey, warm, melted cheese. He gave it a sniff, strong, rich, salty tones of the muenster combined with the more subtle and muted scent of the provolone, his mouth watered even more. He leaned in and gathered his first bite, closing his eyes, removing one sense so he could magnify his sense of taste that little extra bit.

Spike let out a happy hum, enjoying his snack, flavors danced in his mouth as he delightedly took another bite. “Spike, you make one hell of a grilled cheese,” he said to himself, mouth still half full, nearly unintelligible to anyone listening due to the gooey and sticky nature of the cheese in his mouth.

The last bite of his sandwich was savored the most, sighing somberly, he gave it a wistful look. He knew all good things had to come to an end at some point. Spike popped the last little bit into his mouth, chewed on it happily, swallowed the last bite, and let out a short, low burp. “Heh, Excuse me,” He said to no pony in particular, rubbing his stomach with a claw—even with no pony around he still had manners.

Spike sauntered happily out of the kitchen, his stomach sated and energy levels restored. His mind wandered back to thoughts of his next meeting with Mayor Mare. Turning her into his personal 'anal slut' was a fun goal of his. His cock twitched from the imaginary feeling of it being engulfed by her ass, tight like a vice, and screams of pleasure and pain rang through Spike's inner thoughts.

His little daydream was quickly broken by his name being called loudly from the Friendship Map Room

“Spiiiike! Are you back? Can you come here please,” Twilight yelled.

“Yeah, I'll be right there.” Spike hollered back.

Spike walked through the Map Room's doorway, shutting the door behind him, The room was void of anypony else except for Twilight and Spike.

Twilight fidgeted in her chair with a mildly worried look on her face. Her eyes wandered up and down Spike's body, lingering for just a bit longer on his groin before she made eye contact with him and let out a huff.

“What's up, Twilight?” Spike asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Twilight continued to fidget in her seat, but her face took on a more serious tone. “Spike.” She took a deep breath, exhaling before she finished her thought. “I know what you've been doing with the Mayor.”

Spike's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, a pit in his stomach formed, and he stammered out a response. “W-w-what? I don't know what you're talking about.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Spike, I'm not mad at you or anything, a bit jealous of Mayor Mare? Definitely. It's not like you've been the greatest at hiding what you and her have been doing...It's been kind of obvious to anypony with half a brain.” Her wings ruffled and her hind legs struggled to stay in one place for too long.

“Oh...” Spike said, trying to comprehend the weight of what Twilight had just said. “Jealous, really? I-I didn't know you thought about me in that way, Twilight. I always thought we had a little brother, big sister vibe going.” Color rushed to his cheeks.

“Spike...Have you seen the thing between your legs?” Twilight gestured with a hoof toward Spike's twitching, raging-semi between his legs, her mouth drooled a little while staring at it. “It's hard for any mare to not think about you like that.” Twilight tried to suppress a shiver, a lust-filled chill ran down her spine. “I don't know what it is, Spike... But every time I see your dragonhood, my marehood just begins to drool, I get a warmth in my stomach that doesn't go away until you've left and I've.. *cough* tended to myself. Heck, Spike, I've even caught myself daydreaming about it from time to time. It's just so enticing to look at and even now I'm really worked up and—”

Spike grabbed Twilight by the barrel and picked her up, interrupting her rambling, and causing a cute little 'eep' to escape her mouth. Her legs playfully wiggled and kicked in midair. He sat down in one of the crystal chairs surrounding the friendship map, the two of them facing one another, his thick, barbed dragonhood now stood directly at attention. He held her marehood teasingly out of reach, he watched in fascination as she blatantly stared down at his cock—as if she was trying to will it into her. “Are you sure about this Twilight?”

She took a moment, looking down at his dragonhood then back up into his face, she nodded furiously, her eyes wild and hungry with arousal. “Spike, if you don't impale me with that magnificent, mouth-watering, wonderful cock of yours now, I think I'm going to burst into flames. Please! Fuck me already!”

Spike flashed a self-satisfied grin. “If that's what you want.” He lowered her down, his pointed tip was quickly wrapped up in her smooth wet folds, her slit slowly spreading to accommodate his girth. “As your number one assistant, it would be wrong to deny such a request.” Hugging her upper body tight to his chest he continued to push her down further on to his member, the barbs on his shaft rubbing wonderfully against her inner walls.

He stopped when he was halfway into her, she was moaning, visibly shaking, and her breathing was bordering on hyperventilating. Her pussy felt tighter than Mayor Mare's, but her outer lips still looked like they were stretched to their limits.

Twilight was on cloud nine, she clenched her marehood tight, trying to mentally map out every inch of Spike's length as it made its way inside her. She felt amazing, her muscles twitched and tensed while pleasure wracked her body. “Ohh, my god...The real thing is soooo much better, don't stop, Spike! Fuck meeeee!” Twilight groaned.

Spike was too focused on the pleasure of having Twilight snugly wrapped around his dick like a cocksleeve to really understand the first half of what she had just said. He grunted out, “Damn, Twilight! You feel hnng amazing.” He pulled her down further along his cock, their hips meeting one another. Spike's cock was sheathed deep inside Twilight's nethers—all the way to the base. He looked down in awe, enjoying the sensation of his member disappearing inside her stretched to the limit heavenly walls—something like this was to be admired. Twilight let out a loud moaning shriek, her hooves gripping on to Spike tightly, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she rode out her first orgasm. Her pussy convulsed all along his length, unleashing a torrent of marecum, coating his dragonhood in more of her juices, squirting out powerfully and soaking both their groins.

He leaned back and held her there, grinding his length deep within her, making sure there wasn't a gap of empty space inside her, allowing her to catch her breath, and come back down from that rapturous high—while building up the foundation of pleasure for her next journey over the edge that was soon to come. Spike watched as Twilight slowly came back to reality, her eyes blinking back into focus and control of most of her muscles returning.

“Oh, it feels so good and I feel so full, Spike, don't stop.” Twilight moaned.

Her mind was still in a lust filled fog as she felt Spike grab her horn. For Twilight this was an extremely erogenous part of her body—only the other princesses were aware of this. She let out a loud gasp and visceral groan. “Ohhhhhh, Spike.” She began to take deeper and slower breathes. Her body quickly became overloaded with bolts of pleasure, Spike was still grinding balls deep in the purple alicorn's pussy and just now unknowingly added another layer on top of all the sensations riddling her. She quickly devolved into nearly unintelligible pleasure-drunk babbling.

Spike was quick to put together the clues and realized what he had just discovered. He slowly tightened his grip on her horn and pulled her face down to look at both there groins bonded together in carnal pleasure, sopping wet in her own cum. “Twilight, you still there?” he asked as he lightly patted the side of her muzzle and cheek.

“Huh, Ohhhhh... Yeessss.” She replied, her mind clearly not all their.

Spike leaned in close to Twilight's ear and whispered. “Are you a little horn slut?” His claw slowly stroked up and down her horn's length, the underside of his talons running over the spiraled groove in her horn. He could feel tiny pinpricks of magic spark out against his scaled digits, causing his claw to pleasantly tingle.

Twilight began to squirm and moan within his grasp. He strengthened his hold on the struggling mare, keeping her in place as he continued to gradually stroke her horn. “I asked you a question, Twilight,” Spike asked with a hint of playful annoyance in his voice. She tried to respond, but immense amounts of pleasure ravaged her body and mind, forcing nothing but louder moans and indecipherable babble to come from her mouth.

Spike let go of Twilight's body for a moment and reared back with his free claw. Without warning, he swiftly brought nearly the full force of his opened claw down on to Twilight's flank. A loud percussive slap echoed through the room and the fat of her flank jiggled and rippled from the force.

The jarring shock of pain gave Twilight's mind a minor moment of clarity, just long enough to scream out a response. “Yesss Spike! I'm your little horn slut, keep stroking it, wrap your mouth around it, and use that dragon tongue of yours to make me cum over and over! Fuck my stretched, dripping foalhole and fill meeee!”

Spike's cock throbbed and twitched inside her, wearing a smug grin, he spoke. “Don't worry Twilight, I'll do all that and then some.” His grip on her horn tightened along with the grip on her flank, he now had wonderful leverage to fuck her just the way he wanted. Spike raised her slowly off his cock until only a few inches were left inside of her clutching, clenching, begging marehood. He released her weight, and she plummeted down onto his cock faster than a stone sinks in a lake. His length stretched and filled her cunt swiftly, the barbs of his cock once again dragged against her pussy's inner walls, bringing a monsoon of pleasure crashing down on her. Her shriek of ecstasy nearly deafened him as another orgasm crashed through her. He loved the feeling of her cunt massaging his cock, trying to milk out his seed.

Even in the throes of orgasm, Spike became unrelenting, raising her up and down his rod like a toy, her marehood continued to be rammed with his cock. He tried to drag out her climax for as long as possible, another smaller river of marecum burst forth and on to their groins again—the salty, thick, and musky scent filled the room and both their noses. He released her horn from his grasp, leaning forward he opened his maw. The entire length of Twilight's horn was enveloped by his mouth, forming a tight seal once he reached the base. His tongue playfully licked along her horn feeling stronger bursts of magic emit from it. It wasn't long before he felt a strong jolt of magic fill his mouth, numbing his tongue and cheeks for a moment while he continued to play with her horn.

Twilight was still in the midst of her second orgasm, her body trembling, nearly convulsing—an orgasm lasting this long was only heard of in legends. Her fur was soaked, matted by sweat, and her voice screamed in ecstasy. After what felt like an eternity, she could feel her climax receding, slowly dying back down to a simmer until she felt Spike begin to suck and lick over her horn. She went from one valley back to the peak of climax almost instantaneously. Her eyes rolled back deep into her skull again, becoming light-headed, and her horn blasted a thick magical load into Spike's waiting mouth. She could only let out a low groan this time as her throat was becoming exhausted from all the screaming. But the pleasure she endured was just as strong as the previous two climaxes. Her mind was rapidly beginning to shut down, trying to protect itself from the onslaught of sensations Spike was bringing upon the mare. Her groans turned to giddy giggling and she leaned in close to embrace the dragon.

Spike grunted in his seat, his tongue still lapping at the alicorn's horn. He'd been holding back his release for some time, enjoying the velvety wet contractions of Twilight's folds. He moved both of his claws to her flanks, squeezing and groping her plush flanks, he stood up from his seat with her still impaled on his cock, and he flopped her down on to the table in front of them gently. Spike gave one last lick of her horn before letting it escape his mouth with a 'pop'. He looked down at the euphoric mare beneath him, her thousand-yard stare at the ceiling confirming that she was 'gone' for the time being. “Damn Twilight, you lasted a lot longer than Mayor Mare. Maybe we can make this a regular thing too.” Spike chuckled and looked down at Twilight's completely stretched foalhole, “Wouldn't mind having a taste of that pussy sometime either,” he muttered while as he started to thrust in and out of the Princess of Friendship, just squeaks escaping her mouth now.

His thrusts gradually became more erratic and rougher, he was now only focused on his own pleasure. His cock pulsed and throbbed on each thrust inside, his balls slapping heavily against her clit each time it winked.“I'm getting close now. Gonna fill you up Twi.” he wiped the sweat away that was beginning to drip from his brow and forehead. His breaths became heavier and weary, he didn't have much stamina left in the tank. With one more final strong thrust, he let out a low hum, all of his muscles tightened as his balls unleashed his seed. The flood of dragon sperm quickly filled Twilight's womb to the brim, causing a noticeable round bulge to form in her stomach. The rest of his goo overflowed back past the seal formed by her nethers and his dragonhood, forming a small puddle of his seed on the table underneath Twilight.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and slowly collapsed on top of Twilight, who was currently passed out with a blissful smile on her muzzle. He embraced her tightly. Spike was perfectly happy with resting for a while before having to deal with the inevitable aftermath.

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