A Dragon's Duties

Ever since Spike had decided to spend some time away from his herd in preparation for his special night with Applejack, the others decided to spend most of their free moments with Trixie, who desperately tried to make her case for why she should be admitted into their inner circle. Most of their time would be spent in Ponyville where they'd have lunch and chat for hours on end. Unfortunately Lulamoon liked to endlessly talk about herself, which would often wear on their nerves.

“Variety is the spice of life,” reminded Trixie who raised a forehoof to her bosom while they sat at a table under the afternoon sun. “I'm certain Spike would sometimes like to try something new, and Trixie could provide that! After all, I'm so different from all of you, am I not?” She sipped from her teacup with a slurp. “Mmm, delicious. Anyhow, as I said, you could-”

Rarity's mind started to wander. There were times when Twilight would roll her eyes, or she and Trixie would snipe at one-another, but for the most part they played nice. In truth she didn't mind the idea of another member too much.

No, she was still consumed by the idea that the rest of the herd had a special connection to Spike, while her sole claims to fame were that he was his first, both his first crush and the first mare he'd made love to. She'd never have the same bond he and Sparkle had, nor did she want to bear a foal like AJ, so would she lose her relevance once her beauty started to fade...?

She told herself it was ludicrous to think that way. She knew Spike would always love and adore her. He was content to be with her no matter what. But she needed their relationship to be more. And thus she'd approached Sweetie Belle in private and made a proposal. “Sweetie Belle, dear, would you do me a favor and serve as a proxy? No pressure, understand, but-”

“Sure!” She'd readily chirped up almost too fast. Not that she minded her enthusiasm, but it was quite a decision, and she didn't want her to rush into something she could regret. “I know our parents would love to have more family members!”

“Now little sister,” she'd tenderly chided her with a pat on the head. “This is not a decision to be made in haste-”

“Hey, I'm not a foal anymore! I'm an adult!” She shot back with a scrunched up snout and swished her tail. Sometimes it was hard for Rarity to see her that way. But then, why had she asked if she didn't think she was ready? Her boundless enthusiasm made her seem to much more youthful and innocent than she truly was. “Now do you want me to do this, or not?!”

“Yes, I do. I'm terribly sorry.” She smiled and embraced her.

“It's okay,” shot back Sweetie who returned the hug and was instantly chirpy once more. “I'd already heard Auntie Twilight and Auntie Applejack talk about it. I know you're afraid of losing those good looks, but I bet Spike would think it's super hot to see you knocked up!” She poked her sister's belly. “Guess he'll have to settle for me! So, when are you gonna do this?!”

“Ummm...after Applejack has her moment,” she'd told her honestly a bit unnerved by her blatant enthusiasm. Maybe little Sweetie Belle had been crushing on him for sometime. But she'd never dared make a move until Rarity and Spike made it clear they had no interest in each other anymore, even after all these years. Finally, she had the perfect excuse to be with him!

A hoof tap snapped her back to the present. “Hmmm?” Twi and Trix were looking expectantly at her as if expecting her opinion to break some sort of tie. “Oh, yes dears. I'm sure that's fine,” she said with a dismissive frown.

“Yes! Tie-breaker!” Trixie pumped a forehoof while Sparkle's face fell. “Oh, you won't regret this!” She dabbed away joyous tears and Twilight couldn't help but soften. Underneath all that boisterous behavior it was obvious the poor magician was lonely. Sure, she had Starlight to keep her company, but scant few close friends throughout Equestria.

“Oh, very well.” Twilight sighed. “Maybe I am being silly.” She took Lulamoon's forehooves in her own and kissed her nosetip. “Applejack said she'd stand by whatever decision we made, so...welcome to the herd.” In truth she could still turn down Trixie's admission into their inner circle even now, since they all needed to be on board with it, but she reminded herself not to be petty.

With lunch's conclusion they all decided to part ways for now. Rarity daintily dabbed at her lips with a napkin, still thinking over what was to come, while Twilight blinked away, no doubt eager to return to her studies, and Trixie hummed while she trotted away. Once alone she decided to head home and talk it over with Sweetie some more, to make certain they didn't rush into this decision, and plopped down a few bits on the table with a clink before she too headed out.

*****

The fated day came sooner than expected. It had been Rarity's intention to let Sweetie and Spike do this alone, but her little sister had begged her to come, explaining that she needed moral support, and eventually she relented. The trio met at the Carousel Boutique. She'd given Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles the day off, sent their parents away with a hefty sum of money to vacation wherever they liked, and closed down the shop. Everything needed to be in order before they began.

She wasn't certain whether she or Spike were more nervous. Their eyes shyly met, knowing what's to come. In contrast Sweetie seemed chipper than ever and practically hopped in place. “It'll be my first time, so I can't promise I'll be much good. But you don't mind that, do you Spike?” She nuzzled him. “Let's not waste any more time! Lay on your back, will you?”

With a shrug Spike did so. “We don't have to take this fast, you know. We have all day. Of course, I don't mind if you set the pace.” He stretched out in the living room, breathing in the perfume scents that wafted about the air.

Sweetie's forehoof gently rubbed his loins, and he grunted appreciatively, as his dual dragonhoods started to slide free. She studied them in wide-eyed wonder and blushed; the pink wet lengths ridged underneath to make his mates moist. Just looking at them were having the intended effect. “R-Rarity...I've never given a blowjob before. Will you show me?”

“I...I suppose so,” she replied and wandered over. It was strange enough to be here with her sibling who was about to sexually perform with her lover. But to directly engage in front of her? Of course it wasn't unheard of for sisters or mothers and daughters to become members of the same herd; while it was frowned upon by some it wasn't illegal so long as no incestuous products were produced. Of course such unions remained somewhat taboo which oddly made them even more enticing.

It wasn't unlike part of what made her attracted to him to begin with; he was a predator despite his tamed nature and ponies were prey. Tenderly she took one of his members between her hooves and stroked it, letting it harden to fullness, while she brushed the other one with her cheek before she started to lap at it. Precum beaded his tips and oozed down.

The sisters breathed in the salty, masculine musk, which was like an aphrodisiac to them. Before she realized what was happening Sweetie took the cock held by Rarity and planted a kiss on its head. She took it in her mouth, licking around it, before she went deeper, seeing how easily her older sister took it all the way down her throat and trying to mimic her.

“Oh Celestia,” gasped Spike while they serviced hi.m. Rarity was of course well-practiced, her throat bulging when she took him to the base, but Sweetie made up for her amateurish technique with a boundless enthusiasm he found rather adorable.

Wet smacks sounded when Sweetie started to suckle hard. Unable to quite swallow him whole yet, she worked him with her forehooves, and her aura which she used to surround his length, stimulating him in any way she could think up. They met his gaze with lusty expressions, contented with how much they pleased him. He laid his claws atop their heads.

“R-Rarity...Sweetie-!” His claws dug into their manes when his girths started to pump. Goopy loads sprayed into them, directly into the belly of the older sister, while it painted the roof and tongue of the younger one, sticking to her gums and wedging between her teeth. Her pupils momentarily dilated with shock but she soon settled in and eagerly drank down the continuous, excessive sprays that washed down their gullets, her cheeks bulging as she struggled to take in all his hot, virile cum.

Rarity pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva mixed with semen still connecting her to his dick when she huffed. “You did well, Sweetie dear. Especially for your first time. Mmmph?!” Her eyes turned to saucers when Belle pulled off too and immediately met her snout. A tongue was forced into her snout, rolling about dense wads of his splooge when she kissed her.

She relaxed and wrestled tongues with her while they embraced. Taking the lead, Rarity drew away and cupped her sister's chin, opening her maw and letting the snowball she'd formed drip into her mouth. Sweetie took the hint, and they started to swap it back-and-forth repeatedly, gargling and chewing on his splooge, making certain he got a good view.

He licked his lips while they continued to make out, stiffening once more, and eventually the pair swallowed his seed down. It was an acquired taste, but Rarity savored it by now, and Sweetie had quickly adjusted, moaning while she enjoyed its warmth and texture. By now the pair of them had matted their tales with feminine need which leaked out from their winking cunts.

“She's ready for you,” murmured Rarity who laid her little sister back and spread her folds to expose her untouched flower. Lubrication dripped from the bottom of her glistening, pastel pink pussy, leaking over her puckered anus which throbbed to be filled like the rest of her. She reminded herself Sweetie wasn't a foal anymore. And now he'd help make her a mare.

Spike cupped the younger unicorn's cheek. “Are you sure you want to be knocked up on your first time? I mean, this is a big responsibility, and we don't have to rush into this. I don't want to do something that you might come to regret, you know?”

“Oh, don't worry about that! My parents have agreed to help out if I need it!” She giggled. “Now, are you going to rut me or do I have to take the lead?!” He practically pounced on her, wasting no time as he drove his shafts into both her lower holes.

She winced a little, thankful she'd been worked up first, her natural lubricants helping him drive into her canals. A thin trickle of blood from her ruptured hymen leaked from her. “Are you-” She simply nodded quickly for him to continue, and he wasted no time, rocking her much smaller form with repeated thrusts. He took it slow at first before picking up speed.

Figuring she'd already taken it this far, Rarity helped out by encircling Sweetie's bouncing breasts with her aura, helping massage the soft, veiny mounds which nearly matched and could potentially surpass her own someday. She added another spot of magic to Belle's heart-shaped love button, rubbing the wet and swollen love bud with gentle strokes.

He cupped his lover's buttocks in his claws, her equally marshmallow-like buns squishing. She wrapped her limbs around him, meeting his snout with a deep kiss. His elongated tongue wrapped around her own while they wrestled.

He slammed deep as he could, bottoming out when he struck her cervix, his eyes turning to slits once his dragon instincts started to kick in. He forced himself to hold back, but she grunted for more, determined to keep up with the older sister she idolized so much. His wings arced out, and his tail swished, his balls swelling to pump in his life-giving seed.

She'd read Rarity's diaries about the first time the couple had made love in a Ponyville alley, how they'd reenacted a scene from a trashy romance novel that had been perused so many times between them (Sweetie Belle having done so in secret) that it was now a battered and tattered mess. She tried to mimic her and cried, ”Oh Spikey-Wikey, ravish me senseless!”

With a last hump he let loose into her. She squirmed happily, her belly ballooning, her pussy drinking in his virile spunk as it funneled into her womb, packed in. All the while she squealed and his heated blasts pushed her over the edge too, drenching him with an excessive amount of marecum. Rarity was forced to quickly close an eye, mascara running as her face was soaked.

He stayed buried all the way in her when they cuddled. He laid between the sisters, soaking up their body heat and scent, as they drifted off in an almost lazy manner. He rubbed Sweetie's bloated stomach, eggs awash in his splooge, no doubt inseminated if such a thing were possible. He'd hopefully be a father twice over. No, thrice since Ember had borne their spawn, too!