"Good morning, ladies!" Aloe greeted, polite as always, as the group of multicolored ponies and their plus-one purple dragon eagerly waited outside. She held the door as each one sauntered toward the reception area.
"Welcome back to Ponyville Day Spa!" her twin sister Lotus replied with a courtesy wave from behind the desk, where she had been ever since the spa opened for the day. Of course, the spa had just opened for the day, so in reality she hadn’t been there terribly long. With this particular cadre of ponies, however, Lotus knew it wouldn’t be long before her full attention would be required.
Rarity led the pack indoors and cheerfully made her way over to Lotus at the desk. The rest of the group was engrossed in individual conversations, although even amongst the din you could pick out everypony’s unique voice. Rarity smiled daintily and cleared her throat before addressing Lotus. “Rarity and company are here for our weekly 10:30 full treatment package appointment, as usual.”
Lotus looked down at a clipboard with a soft smile. “Ah yes, Miss Rarity, the full treatment package, as usual. Will that be frills or no frills today?”
“Well I am in a particularly good mood today, so let us spare no expense! Frills it is, then!”
“Ooh! Frilly!” interjected a high-pitched bubbly voice that was as sweet and saccharine as the pony it belonged to. Pinkie Pie had apparently ended her previous conversation with someone else in the group and was currently turning her attention to Rarity and Lotus. “I love frilly things!” she continued.
“Yes, we know dear,” replied Rarity tactfully before turning her attention back to Lotus. “Just put this on my tab, as per usual.”
“Of course, Miss Rarity,” said Lotus. Everything was progressing as normal until Lotus looked back toward Rarity’s group of friends and spotted a distinct non-equine member among them. Her immaculately tweezed eyebrows furrowed with concern at the sight of Spike the dragon, someone who, while technically not a stranger to the Ponyville Day Spa, had always made separate arrangements to the rest of the group. Lotus expressed her concerns with Rarity. “Is Mister Spike going to be included as part of the full treatment package today, Miss Rarity?”
Rarity didn’t seem to grasp Lotus’s concerns. “Why of course, darling,” she began. “Spike is our friend, after all. I don’t see why he should be excluded.”
Lotus bashfully looked at the floor for a moment before finally leaning over the reception desk toward Rarity. She cupped her hand to Rarity’s ear so that only she could hear. “I am sure you are already aware, Miss Rarity,” she whispered, “but the full treatment package includes the steam room, group spa, and full-body massage. I know that is normal for you and your friends, but I have never seen you include your male friends as part of this package. Are you sure everyone in your group would be, ahem, comfortable with it? We can always make sure Mister Spike receives the full treatment in his own room at your request with no extra charge.”
Rarity seemed put-off by this suggestion. “Pish-posh, Miss Lotus,” she replied. “We’re all adults here. It wouldn’t be fair to exclude Spike and leave him by himself. He will be with us for every portion of the full treatment package.”
Lotus pressed on, unsure if Rarity was getting the point she was trying to make. “As you wish, Miss Rarity, but I’m sure you know that many of the treatments in this package are… ahem… clothing optional.”
But Rarity’s mind was already made up, and she had to make sure that Lotus understood. “I am intimately aware of each and every treatment offered as part of the package and what is required from us, Miss Lotus,” she confidently affirmed. “And we would like to go ahead and begin with the group spa as usual.”
Now that this minor detail had been resolved, Lotus’s once-apprehensive behavior had evaporated and was replaced by her usual warm and willing-to-please demeanor. “Right away, Miss Rarity! Please follow Aloe into the spa and she will handle any requests you and your party may have. We hope you all have an unforgettable experience here at Ponyville Day Spa!”
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The spa was bubbling wonderfully and the warm water sent wisps of steam into the air. Everyone was comfortably seated in a circle, half-submerged. However, the tension, like the built-up steam, was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Spike, in particular, appeared particularly unnerved as he kept squirming in place and averting his gaze to some non-specific point on the ceiling.
The reason for his strange behavior was painfully obvious. As this was a clothing optional portion of the package, every one of Spike’s female friends had decided to forego the usual towel treatment and go au naturale in the spa. This made perfect practical sense, after all; the point of a towel was to dry off, so why would you wear it in the hot tub? Besides, Spike’s group of friends was perfectly accustomed to seeing each other in the nude on a regular basis. Even Starlight, the relative newcomer to the group, had gotten over her self-consciousness and was just as comfortable being naked as the rest of them.
Of course, the waterline of the hot tub only reached everypony’s midriff, which meant, invariably, Spike was all but surrounded by a rogues’ gallery of uncovered breasts in all sorts of wondrous shapes and sizes. Each seemed to beckon and tantalize Spike, who didn’t know what to make of the situation. Spike was a gentleman – well, in public anyway – and he knew better than to stare. He knew it was taboo, but the fact that they were just, well, out there, for everyone to see made him unsure about how he should react. Was it okay now to stare? he thought to himself. No of course not, he countered. That would still be kinda creepy, right? Yeah. Yeah it would. But what if I just casually glanced to the side and looked for no more than two, maybe three seconds? Would that be okay? That seems acceptable, right? But what if I had to look one of them in the eyes while trying to talk to them? I couldn’t do it then! Oh for Celestia’s sake why does this have to be so damn difficult?
In the end, Spike decided that the best course of action was to admire the eggshell-colored ceiling tiles and just try to play it cool by saying nothing at all. For the record, he was not keen on removing his towel before entering the hot tub, even though it was the only thing keeping him from being completely nude, so he waded into the water with the white knee-length cloth wrapped around his waist.
The rest of the group didn’t appear to notice Spike’s unease, and continued on their conversations from before as if the change in locale didn’t occur to them. Alright, Spike, said the dragon to himself, just play it cool. He sank deeper into the soothing warm water and let his arms rest on the edge of the tub, but his face was still a light shade of crimson and every part of his body not submerged in water was sweating profusely, even with the thick steam.
Most incriminating of all, however, was his unsheathed appendage lurking below the water’s edge. While mercifully shrouded from prying eyes by the agitated bubbles created by the hot tub, it threatened to betray his self-conscious and gentlemanly demeanor at any second. He was, for lack of a better word, at half-mast, his arousal perked by the current situation but forcibly tamped down because of his own nervousness and self-control. The towel, needless to say, did nothing. In fact, under the water it just floated in place as if in suspended animation, leaving nothing to the imagination of anyone who might happen to see it. Spike had originally positioned himself so he was sitting on his towel much as a lady would tuck her skirt underneath her as she sat down, but eventually it became problematic as his wayward member involuntarily rubbed against the cotton contours of the bath towel. Threatening to turn his towel into a one-pole circus tent, Spike relented and repositioned himself so that his firm buttocks and the underwater concrete molding of the hot tub were no longer separated by the white cloth. This relieved a little bit of the burgeoning pressure from his previously-restrained bulge, but it also meant that the towel was now functionally useless in its current state. Spike also tried to ignore the precariously placed water jets surrounding him that were now indirectly channeling the water into otherwise inaccessible and sensitive (even mildly ticklish) areas. It would take every faculty of Spike’s being to maintain control over the wild beast hiding beneath the warm water, but he seemed up to the task.
One pony, however, had other plans. None other than the mischievous and playful Rainbow Dash, sitting directly opposite Spike on the other side of the hot tub, kept slyly looking over in the amethyst-colored dragon’s direction from time to time, the slightest of smirks impishly resting on her face with regularity. Finally, Spike had let his guard down enough to look down from the ceiling, only to be startled by Dash staring right into his eyes; whether she was trying to intimidate or tease, Spike could not ascertain. Her arms were splayed out in the same fashion as Spike’s, resting on the edge of the hot tub. That quintessential Rainbow Dash smirk was still plastered on her face. She was not involved in any other conversation, and her attention seemed to remain fixed on Spike’s eyes.
It was now a spontaneous staring contest, as neither dragon nor pony could look away. Neither could move. Only one thing ran through Spike’s mind at this point: Donotstareatthertits. DoNOTstareatthertits. For the love of Celestia, DONOTSTAREATTHERTITS.
A-cup? Nah. Not that small. B-cup, surely. Maybe C-cup to be generous. At any rate, they didn’t protrude enough to touch the water’s edge in Dash’s current spot. Her nipples seemed higher-positioned than average, and her dark areolas were distinctly small. Perky, though. They weren’t small by any means, but compared to everyone else in the group, Dash was noticeably less well-endowed than her friends.
Of course Dash noticed. It was the briefest of glances, but it was enough. Her smirk turned into a toothy grin. Shit, thought Spike.
“Whatsamatter, big guy?” Dash finally said, loud enough to make everyone stop their own conversations and turn toward the calm and collected cyan pegasus. “Not used to bein’ in a room full a’ naked girls?” She raised one of her feet out of the water, as if to make a point, before lowering it again.
Spike could only stammer and his eyes impulsively darted back to the safety of the eggshell-colored ceiling. Dash picked up on this and the smugness of her expression only intensified. “Don’t worry, dude, I totally understand.” At this point she had everyone’s complete attention. She moved her arms from the spa’s edge and placed them underwater. “I mean, it’s not every day you get to see these babies out in the wild,” she teased, raising her arms and splashing warm water on her chest, making them glisten and jiggle ever so slightly. As if to drive the point home, she doubled down on this ostentatiousness by pressing her now-soaked bosom between her arms and wiggling her chest as if she were in a wet T-shirt contest. “Yeah, howzat make you feel, Spike?” taunted Dash.
Spike couldn’t hold out forever against this intentional temptation. He allowed himself another look at the blue pony’s bouncing twins before averting his gaze yet again. His face was covered in full crimson blush, and his undomesticated shaft once again threatened to breach the surface of the water for everyone to see. It was inevitable unless a distraction mercifully saved him.
Such a distraction was forthcoming: Applejack, sitting to Spike’s right, rolled her eyes and audibly groaned at Dash’s teasing display. They had seen each other naked countless times, and she knew that Dash loved to make newcomers feel uncomfortable with similar acts of perversity; Starlight Glimmer had received the same treatment when she started attending the Day Spa with everypony else. But AJ knew that by provoking Spike, a male dragon, Dash was playing with fire. “All right,” she interjected during Dash’s display. “We get it already. Ah’m sure Spike is mighty impressed by your mosquito bites, but you can put them away now before somepony gets hurt.”
This slight appeared to do the trick, as Rainbow Dash immediately ceased her routine and turned toward Applejack. “Spoilsport,” she pouted, crossing her arms. “I was only trying to have some fun.” She paused before stating, for clarification’s sake, “and they aren’t mosquito bites.”
Spike was apparently saved in the nick of time. Applejack had been his savior, and now he could breathe slightly easier and get back to the grueling task at hand of keeping his cool. But, unbeknownst to him, it was all about to come crashing down.
Spike had been so hyperfocused on Dash and Applejack that he didn’t even notice Pinkie Pie, off to his immediate left, had submerged her entire body beneath the water. Most ponies didn’t like getting their hair wet in the hot tub, but Pinkie was definitely the exception. Of course, nobody could predict what Pinkie was going to do or why she did it; it was always in everybody’s best interest to just go with it.
This, ultimately, was to be Spike’s undoing. Just as he was about to calm down and finally enjoy the full package spa treatment, something vigorously took hold of his tormented member and gingerly wrapped around it. This unexpected surprise shocked the purple dragon, who yelped loudly in a high-pitched squeal. He reflexively positioned one of his legs onto the underwater concrete he was currently sitting on and shot his body out of the water like a bottlenose dolphin, desperately trying to get away from whatever was in the process of carrying out a sneak attack on his vulnerable shaft.
In that instant, everything unraveled, not the least including Spike’s towel, which had chosen this particular moment to separate itself from the dragon’s torso. As Spike got his bearings, he wrenched his head downward and saw the soaked white cloth lying daintily on a certain pink pony’s head, who had surfaced from below. All this cheeky candy-colored ponker was wearing was Spike’s soaking-wet towel on her head and a beaming white smile on her face. Her voluptuous breasts floated on the water, her nipples occasionally breaking the surface. To Spike’s horror, he saw that her right arm was raised in the air, still firmly grasping his shaft in her delicate hands. What’s more, Spike had involuntarily put his dragonhood on full display for everybody in the room and, despite the enormity of his embarrassment, his untamed rod had chosen this time to unleash its maximum potential.
Time stopped. Pinkie’s unmistakably wide buoyant grin remained stuck on her face, and she was clearly in no rush to release the beast from her grasp. Spike had grown out impressively as he grew older, and while not necessarily comparable to the girth and length of your average stallion, he was demonstrably sleeker and easier to work with. Interestingly, he was also noticeably uncut. To the ponies in the room, Spike’s fleshy pink phallus was exotic and, most importantly, enticing.
Initial reactions to the uncaged snake were varied and everypony responded differently. Pinkie Pie, obviously, held her prize aloft with aplomb and could not be prouder of what she had done. Her hair was soaked, her eyes were shut, and she couldn’t beam any harder.
Applejack appeared momentarily mortified as her impulsively conservative nature manifested itself with a look of shock and disgust, as if she was trained to be offended by such an uncouth situation as this. A millisecond later, however, this prudish shock was consciously replaced by sincere empathy toward Spike in his current predicament. In short, Applejack was clearly thinking, Why here? Why now?
Rarity’s eyes widened. She had to stop her jaw from dropping. She was clearly taken aback. But at the same time she was clearly more bemused by Spike’s situation rather than sympathetic to it. It didn’t matter how ladylike or dignified she was supposed to be at this moment; she wasn’t going to look away or feign disgust. She was going to take it all in. Every. Single. Inch.
Fluttershy, the kindest of the group, instinctively covered her eyes with her hands and turned away with a blush across her face that rivaled Spike’s. As far as she was concerned, this was neither the time nor the place for such a lewd display. Nevertheless, she couldn’t stop herself as her butter-yellow wings unconsciously unfolded outward, making her blush even harder.
Rainbow Dash wore her emotions on her sleeve. Her immediate reaction was to lean forward and point toward the protrusion, as if everypony else was not already transfixed by it. Her mouth was agape, but she was clearly enjoying the view as her wings unfurled for all to see.
Starlight Glimmer was unique in that this wasn’t the first time she had been unexpectedly exposed to Spike’s dragonhood. She had been a resident of the Ponyville castle for some time now, and even though she had become familiar with its layout, she had on several occasions walked in on the dragon at inopportune times. Sometimes he was flexing in the bathroom mirror after a shower, and sometimes he was caught taming his dragon in what he assumed was a private space. The latter had occurred more times than Starlight was willing to admit, even though the go-to explanation from the purple dragon was that he was merely “scratching an itch.” Dragon puberty definitely affected more than just the dragon. At any rate, this particular occurrence in the spa only registered in Starlight’s mind as Sweet Celestia, not again.
And finally, Twilight Sparkle, who had known Spike the longest, reacted as if she was channeling everypony else simultaneously. Waves of sympathy, embarrassment, schadenfreude, and mortification rushed through her mind. Ironically, apart from a blush across her face and the slight ruffle of her wings, Twilight appeared expressionless. And maybe that was a good thing.
The only creature in the room who wished to be absolutely anywhere else at this frozen moment in time was Spike himself, whose current state of mind was comparable to television static.
Time remained still for what seemed like an eternity. Nobody moved. Nobody dared breathe. All that could be heard was the sound of the water jets. Finally, the silence was pierced by a ripsnorting belly laugh from Rainbow Dash, who threw her head back and continued to point, clearly entertained by the awkward situation.
Twilight was the first to finally come to her senses, snapping out of her vacant gaze as she commanded Pinkie Pie to let go and leave Spike alone. Pinkie complied immediately, the same unfazed and beaming smile on her face as she tenderly released her grasp from Spike’s erection. She slowly lowered herself back into the water, letting out a slight giggle.
At this point Rainbow Dash temporarily stopped laughing, but she fought hard to make her words understandable to everyone else without lapsing back into uncontrollable laughter. She was also still pointing. “Now we know how you really feel, big boy!” She continued to stifle any and all laughter.
With that comment and Pinkie’s release, Spike finally had the sense to place his hands over his groin and drop back beneath the water, placing his dragonhood back out of view from everyone else. But the damage was irrevocably done. What was seen would never be unseen. Spike hung his head shamefully.
Twilight was the next to speak up, and Spike was surprised to hear she was the first to come to his rescue. “Knock it off Rainbow, it’s not funny!” This wasn’t going to be enough to stop Rainbow Dash, however, so Twilight struggled to come up with what to say next. “We… we’re all naked in here after all, aren’t we?” she stammered. “So why single out Spike for choosing to do so?”
This had the opposite intended effect on Rainbow Dash, however. “Because did you see the size of that cock?” she blurted out in response. “Sweet Celestia I could hang a coat on that thing!” Meanwhile Pinkie had re-surfaced next to Dash and snickered at this particular observation.
“Oh grow up, Rainbow Dash!” retorted Twilight. “What you saw was… was… it was a perfectly natural reaction for a dragon! A totally normal everyday occurrence! It’s nothing to be ashamed of at all!” It was clear at this point that Twilight was no longer helping, and both Dash and Pinkie went back to laughing at Spike’s expense.
Since Twilight was now doing more harm than help at this point, Applejack sidled up right next to Spike and put her arm around his shoulder. Her initial prudishness was completely expunged from her mind, and now she was more concerned with Spike’s well-being. To a point. “It’s okay, Sugarcube,” she soothed. “You’re with friends here. There ain’t nothin’ to be worried about, okay? Just take it easy and try to relax, okay?” Spike looked up at AJ and nodded sheepishly. “That’s better,” said Applejack. “Besides, we still got the rest of the treatment to look forward to! I hear the deep-tissue massage works absolute wonders on your back!”
This seemed to put Spike a little more at ease. At least it did, until Applejack leaned over and whispered softly into his ear, “Though I oughta mention, you’re not too bad yourself, Sugarcube...”
“I said that’s enough,” replied Twilight, who had apparently overheard that remark. Applejack took the opportunity to scooch back away from where Spike was sitting while Twilight figured it was her time to jump back in. “Like I was trying to say, it’s just totally natural. Some creatures – and ponies – just show it… differently than others, that’s all. Besides, we’ve all been there, right Rainbow Dash?”
This seemed to catch Dash’s attention and the laughter died down as the attention was diverted to her. “What the hay are you talkin’ about, Twi?” she protested.
“I seem to recall,” began Twilight confidently, “you were particularly enthralled by a particular Wonderbolt recruit a while back; what was it you told me about ‘em?”
“Woah now, hang on a second,” retorted Rainbow Dash, now on the defensive. “You said you weren’t gonna—”
“I remember that!” interrupted Starlight. “She said her wings were so stiff she couldn’t fit into her flight suit and had to call out sick for practice!”
Everyone laughed, even Spike, who was now beginning to relax. Rainbow Dash pouted and crossed her arms across her chest. “That’s not fair, Twilight!” she complained. “That was supposed to be just between you and me!”
Before she could get another word out, Pinkie chimed in. “Oh yeah, Dashie! Was that the time you needed that reeeeeaaally long shower—”
“Or was that the time,” interjected Fluttershy, “you had to get your suit dry-cleaned because you couldn’t get the stains out of a certain area?”
Everyone continued to laugh uproariously at Dash’s misfortune. “Alright! Alright! I get it,” Dash admitted. But she was determined to get one last swipe in as she turned her attention to Fluttershy. “But uh, speaking of ‘natural reactions,’ Fluttershy, I couldn’t help but notice you were definitely diggin’ what ol’ Spike here was sportin’. Gotta say, he sure wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves.”
Fluttershy’s face immediately turned red and she covered herself once again, but all the same she didn’t deny the allegation, either.
“You know what,” proclaimed Rainbow Dash, “if we’re all gonna be so open about this, I got a question I’ve been meanin’ to ask you for a while, Spike.”
Spike was finally calmed down and relaxed enough to reply. “...I’m listening…”
Dash was as unsubtle as she was blunt: “Which one of us do you wanna fuck the most?”
The mood in the room noticeably shifted. Spike laughed nervously, reverting back to his “play it cool” persona. “I… I’m not sure what you mean,” he answered, trying to deflect the question.
“Oh by the way,” continued Rainbow Dash, “you can’t say Rarity. That’s too obvious.”
“Please, Rainbow Dash,” responded Rarity. “You can’t just ask our friend something so… provocative like that! That’s hardly fair, now is it? It’s a deeply personal question and I’m sure Spike has better things to do than to entertain your perverted ideas.” But while she attempted to remain poised and professional on the outside, not even the sympathy for her friend could quell her inner gossip girl inside screaming "TELL ME, DARLING!" In truth, her guilty pleasure was juicy secrets such as these.
Something changed in Spike at that instant. No longer was he the gentlemanly dragon trying to keep his body and mind under control around his friends like he normally would in polite company. Something about Dash’s question intrigued him; it set off a plethora of dirty scenarios swirling through his head, each more lascivious than the last. Although nopony could see it beneath the water, his shaft was still just as swollen as when Pinkie wrapped her fingers around it just minutes earlier. This time, however, Spike decided he wouldn’t mind if anypony got a good look at it. There was no putting that genie back in the bottle if everypony had already seen it, right? The beast had been officially unleashed, pushing out the normally reticent and mild-mannered Spike from his mind and replacing it with a new, carnal, and more lustful Spike. Applejack did say he was among friends, right? So why not enjoy the company?
A smirk crept across his face and he appeared deep in thought. But what Spike did next shocked everyone more than Dash’s question just seconds earlier. He placed his arms behind his body onto the edge of the hot tub and pushed himself up and out of the water for everypony to see. He sat back down on the edge of the tub, leaving only his ankles and feet submerged in the water. His dragonhood was still as rigid as before, and Spike made himself comfortable by letting his legs spread outward, demonstrating that he now had nothing to hide.
Everypony’s reactions were similar to the first time they saw him uncovered, but the initial shock was replaced by nervous laughter as it became clear that Spike had no intentions of covering himself this time around. One by one, it clicked in each pony’s mind that if Spike wasn’t going to hide any inhibitions, then they wouldn’t have to, either.
Spike finally answered in the only way he possibly could. “You’re gonna make me choose?” he coolly retorted.
This only further perked everypony’s interest, but Pinkie, in particular, gave an unusual response. “EVEN TWILIGHT?!” she blurted out.
This stopped Spike dead in his tracks. Unbeknownst to everypony else, he had actually fooled around with Twilight on more than one occasion. Of course, if you wanted to get technical, Spike and Twilight had never actually made love in the traditional dictionary sense. But that didn’t stop them from doing everything else under the sun, if for nothing else than for curiosity’s sake. 69-ing, titfucking, footplay, deepthroating, mutual masturbation, the list went on. Their tongues and fingers were intimately familiar with each other’s orifices and extremities at this point. Of course, this was strictly between the two of them.
And thus the only sound Spike could muster was a feeble “Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh…”
This was not going to satisfy Rainbow Dash at all. “No seriously, Spike,” she said with her usual swagger. “I wanna hear you say it. Would you fuck Twilight?”
Spike remained silent, but his unsheathed cock twitched ever so slightly, even though it was not his doing.
Twilight, meanwhile, was blushing considerably and used her wings to cover her face. There was no way she was going to reveal how she and Spike entertained themselves when the sun went down. There would be no coming to his rescue on this one.
Dash keenly picked up on the pair’s uncertainty, and she pounced at the opportunity. “Okay, listen,” she began, pushing herself away from the hot tub wall into the center, still facing Spike. “I’ll give you a handjob, right here, right now, in this hot tub, if you tell us with complete 100% honesty: Would you ever have sex with Twilight Sparkle?”
The stakes had been permanently raised, and there was no backing down. Spike hesitated in his response, not sure of what to say. Starlight, on the other side of the tub, could easily put two and two together and tried to suppress her laughter. There was no doing, though. She incrementally got louder the longer it took for Spike to answer.
Spike saw Starlight’s laughter as a way out. Anything at this point would suffice. He glanced over at Starlight. “Does that answer your question, Dash?” he finally responded.
Rainbow Dash was not taking the bait. “SAY IT!” she shouted, moving ever closer to where Spike was sitting at the edge of the hot tub.
It was inevitable at this point. Spike couldn’t stall any longer. He had to come clean. He took a deep breath and turned back to Dash.
“Actually…” interrupted Twilight before he could speak, “it’s not like we haven’t had some… fun before…”
“No frickin’ way,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash, completely blindsided by this revelation. “I don’t frickin’ believe it. You two… this whole time? You gotta be kiddin’ me!”
“If given the chance,” cautioned Spike, finally facing the music, “yes I’d go all the way with Twilight.”
Everypony’s eyes widened as Twilight hid herself back behind her wings in embarrassment. Well, except for Starlight, who continued to laugh, only this time applauding Twilight and Spike’s responses and egging them on with a well-timed wolf whistle. Spike’s cock was now no longer just twitching; it was full-on throbbing. He didn’t seem to care, however.
Starlight finally broke the awkward silence. “Well, you got your answer, Dash, now I think somepony owes somedragon a stroke-off.”
“Alright fine, you got me,” replied Rainbow Dash deviously, putting her hands in the air as if surrendering. “A deal’s a deal.” She waded over until she was head-to-head with Spike’s appendage. “Stay right there, dragon boy,” she continued, looking up into Spike’s eyes with a confident smile. She took grasp of his length with one hand, and it throbbed impulsively at the touch. She was now close enough to notice something glistening at the tip of his staff. Was it what she suspected it was? Or was it just water? She playfully voiced her concerns. “You’re not gonna last long lookin’ like that, Spike.”
It was now or never. “You ready, kiddo?” Dash prodded. She wasn’t interested in a response, however; she immediately began rhythmically sliding her hand up and down on Spike’s aching pink cock. Spike tensed up, unsure of what to make of the situation.
He wasn’t the only one. Everypony else could only gawk as their blue pegasus friend began flogging their dragon friend’s organ with gleeful abandon. It was clear Starlight and Rarity were taking immense satisfaction at this sight, each biting their lips and moving closer so they could get a better look. Pinkie had swum to the center of the tub just behind Dash, as she too wanted an up-close and personal view. Applejack just chucked to herself and shook her head, hardly believing that two of her friends were getting so intimate with each other. Fluttershy seemed to be in a perpetual state of blush as she stayed in the same place she had been in the hot tub, although unlike everypony else her hands were tactfully hidden from view beneath the roiling bubbles of the spa.
The group of ponies stared in absorbed silence as Rainbow Dash continued working on Spike’s shaft. Everypony, that is, except Twilight. She was no longer covering her face with her wings, but instead of being entranced with Dash’s performance, she seemed… envious. Or perhaps a little unimpressed. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pouted as everypony else watched attentively.
Minutes passed. Spike was clearly invested, as he closed his eyes and squirmed ever so slightly with each motion of Dash’s hand. If anypony denied being at least a little bit aroused at this point, well they were flat-out liars. Twilight, however, could only watch for so long.
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT THAT’S ENOUGH!” she cried, slamming her fists into the water. Everyone looked over, startled by the purple alicorn’s outburst. Rainbow Dash had momentarily paused her performance to see what Twilight was so worried about.
Twilight continued on, unconcerned with how everyone would perceive what she was about to do. “You’re not even doing it right, Rainbow! Sweet Celestia, either make him cum or let a professional do it!”
This new revelation caught Rainbow Dash completely by surprise; she could only stand there, cock in hand, gobsmacked by what Twilight had just said. Prompted by this inaction, Twilight waded over and shoved Rainbow Dash away from the dragon’s still-throbbing dick and took her place before it.
Spike, uncertain at what to do next, let out a meek “Uh… Twi?” as he gazed down upon her.
Twilight stared into his eyes and gracefully draped her hands over his erection. She smiled puckishly. “I couldn’t just let her finish you off like that, now could I?”
Once again, Spike had no time to react before Twilight picked up right where Dash had left off. It was plain to see, however, that Twilight was more experienced when it came to maneuvering around Spike’s stiffened staff. Her hand movements were quicker yet more graceful, even a bit more unpredictable. She also went one step further by using her free hand to cradle the bad dragon’s similarly impressive balls and caress them while she continued gliding up and down his cock with a deft hand.
Spike wasn’t even going to last half as long as Rainbow Dash had tried the way Twilight was going. This prompted Rarity to voice her own concerns. She cleared her throat as Twilight began intensifying the motions of her hands, effectively cutting off the rhythm she had built up.
Rarity could tell Twilight was peeved at Rarity interrupting her, so she made her point brief. “Um, you’re not going to let him… finish in here, are you darling?”
“Hmm…” pondered Twilight. “I guess you’re right.”
“Quite right, Twilight,” said Rarity. “Now how about we move this to—“
Her response was cut short as Twilight immediately took Spike’s sore member and put it between her lips before bowing forward with a mighty “GLOMP.” Twilight’s mouth continued the hard, fruitful work her hands had begun, continuing the frantic pace she had already established. This took Rarity aback, but she had to admit Twilight was good at thinking on her feet.
Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were no longer passive bystanders to this lecherous display involving the Princess of Friendship; as soon as Twilight’s lips had encompassed Spike’s firm rod, there was no way they were simply going to sit back and watch quietly. “Oh Goddess, Twilight!” exclaimed Rainbow Dash. “Where’d an egghead like you learn how to do that?”
“Ooh! Ooh! Me next! Me next!” cried Pinkie Pie with characteristic enthusiasm, bouncing up and down at the prospect of getting a turn.
Applejack raised an eyebrow and turned to Pinkie with a rascally grin. “Hold your horses, Sugarcube; the way Twilight’s goin’ it may be a little bit before you get a shot.” Even with the display of carnality before her, Applejack seemed completely unfazed, scarcely moving from where she had first sat down in the hot tub.
Pinkie seemed undeterred by this prospect. “Awwww, but I saw it first!” She turned back to Twilight, still going with absolute zest. “C’mon, Twilight don’t hog him all to yourself! Leave some for the rest of us!”
If Rarity was turned on by the sight of two of her friends going at it in a hot tub for everyone to see, she did a fantastic job of hiding it. Apart from a bite of the lip, she positioned a hand on her chin and stared intently at the scene unfolding in front of her, as if she were investigating it for clues.
Starlight was in much the same mood as Rarity; she knew all along that something was going on between Twilight and Spike, but she had never independently confirmed it for herself. Of course, she never could have anticipated that such a discovery would be so… thoroughly and unequivocally confirmed before her very eyes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t stimulated by the situation, but she was certainly more entertained by how it all developed. Should the need arise, Starlight would be more than happy to step in and keep the entertainment going herself.
Fluttershy, still as red as ever, kept pretending not to witness the erotic displays in front of her. Although nobody else seemed to notice, her breathing was becoming deeper and more audible. Her mouth had unconsciously lolled open and occasionally the softest of whimpers would escape from it. Her hands were still invisible beneath the agitated foam of the hot tub.
Spike didn’t even last for two minutes; maybe three, tops. As the moment of truth burgeoned forth, he could barely make a sound, much less any coherent statement. The only warning he gave was when he moved his hands from the cool tile floor of the spa beside him and firmly gripped Twilight’s head, leaning forward as he did so. As his seed sprang forth, Twilight had been forcibly stopped by Spike’s grip, and between the two of them the only movement was Spike’s body twitching and shuddering, as if each extremity had a mind of its own. A second passed. Then another. Finally Spike arched backwards and released his grasp on Twilight’s head, jerking his entire body forward as he did so. He let out a visceral but incomprehensible cacophony of noises interspersed with shallow panting.
Twilight saw this as her cue to back off. Her mouth now full, she backed away from Spike’s spent appendage and made an audible gulping sound.
“Damn, Twilight!” interjected Rainbow Dash before anyone else could speak. “I didn’t think you were a swallower!”
Rarity laughed quietly to herself. “Well of course, darling,” she replied. “It is the ladylike thing to do, after all.”
Spike, now released of any pent up vigor he may have had, slowly lowered himself onto his back, as if he didn’t have the energy to sit up, still breathing heavily. His satisfied cock bore the scars of battle, as it was visibly becoming less and less erect by the second. The beast had been tamed. For now.
Twilight needn’t say a word. She had proven what she could do.
Rarity sidled over next to Spike, pulling herself out of the tub so the two could be face to face. Spike opened his eyes to see his longtime crush’s exquisitely perky tits hovering just inches away from him. It was certainly a most welcome sight. Intentional or not, Rarity took Spike’s hand and hoisted him off his back so that he was sitting up and facing his audience.
“Most impressive indeed, Spike,” she began, batting her eyelashes at him. “Of course, the gentlemanly thing to do…” she went on, continuing her previous point, “would be to return the favor.” She turned to face Twilight in the middle of the tub, and Spike’s eyes followed. In the immediate afterglow Spike’s face was mildly red, but Rarity’s insinuation made him blush even harder.
“Ah couldn’t agree more, Rarity,” replied Applejack assuredly, as if to drive the point home. “Go get ‘em, tiger,” she continued, turning to Spike.
Starlight laughed. “Hey now, diamond horndogs,” she said to no one in particular. “Give the poor guy a chance to recover first.”
“No,” said Spike assertively. This was the first intelligible word he had spoken for what felt like an eternity. “No, she’s totally right. It is the gentlemanly thing to do.” He glanced over at Twilight, a lustful gleam in his eyes, and began inching forward back into the hot tub.
Twilight knew exactly what she was in for, but she wasn’t sure she wanted it right here, right now, in front of her friends. Admittedly, the water perfectly hid how aroused she was by everything that had happened so far, but she wasn’t expecting for this grown hunk of a dragon to keep the debauchery going. She may have tamed the physical beast in his loins for the time being, but it was clear the horny beast that ruled Spike’s mind was now more powerful than ever.
Twilight eyed Spike moving closer to where she was in the middle of the hot tub and blushed with discomfited reluctance. “Oh no,” she pleaded halfheartedly. “Nuh-uh. Don’t you look at me like that you degenerate dragon!” She giggled slightly as Spike edged ever closer. “No please,” she giggled, playfully splashing water in Spike’s direction but otherwise doing nothing to get away from him. Everypony else surveyed the display with keen interest. “Staaaaaahp,” Twilight lackadaisically protested between fits of tittering. Like a predator stalking its prey, Spike kept his gaze firmly fixed on Twilight’s figure. As soon as he was within arm’s reach of the purple alicorn, he slowly lowered his entire body underwater so that no one could see him.
“Oh my goddess,” squealed Twilight friskily upon seeing Spike submerge. “Don’t you daaaaaare—”
Before she had time to finish her plea, she had been vigorously elevated out of the water with ease by the muscular dragon. An arm had been wrapped around her naked waist, and her upper half wobbled forward unsteadily as she was lifted. Soon her entire unclothed body was out of the hot tub for everyone to see. Spike, taking command, laid the alicorn over his shoulder like a hunter with his quarry, with Twilight feebly kicking her legs and thumping his back with her hands, all the while giggling like a filly. Her taut ass, positioned right next to Spike’s face, unwillingly wriggled as she protested, eliciting laughter from the voyeuristic onlookers in the hot tub.
Spike calmly waded back to where he was previously sitting at the edge of the hot tub and sat his target down with the same ease with which he had picked her up. Twilight was still swapping between giggling and resisting, although now she hid her cherry-red face and expectant smile with her hands, anticipating what was to come next.
Even though nopony had asked, Spike turned and scanned his eyes over the spectators and coolly proclaimed, “What? I can’t breathe underwater!”
And with that matter settled, Spike turned back toward his target, starting at her eyes, then moving to her hardened nipples, and finally stopping at the glorious junction of her thighs. Twilight’s legs were firmly pressed together, but she put up no resistance as Spike licked his lips with his snakelike tongue and unhurriedly spread them apart.
Spike was now face-to-face with his main objective with nothing in his way. He bowed forward and put his hands around Twilight’s back. He could have charged in without a second thought, leaving nothing but chaos in his wake, but he didn’t. He studied it. Examined it. Twilight could feel his warm breath washing over her bud, and all she could do in response was squeak out, “Oh my goddess I can’t believe this is happening!”
He dove right in. Spike knew exactly how Twilight wanted it. He was going to return the favor, alright – and do so two-fold. He could manipulate his reptilian tongue however he wanted: he could be light and dainty like a feather duster, or he could be forceful and bend her folds to his will. He could spank the clit with precision and dexterity, and he could even explore further inward than any equine counterpart could ever dream. The G-spot was not a myth, and Spike’s tongue could prove it.
He performed all these feats of sexual tongue-twistery and more as Twilight writhed in pleasure. Her body pulsated uncontrollably whenever Spike brushed her swollen flower with that whiplike tongue. She grunted and moaned like a mare possessed. She wanted to lie on her back so that if she opened her eyes she wouldn’t see her friends cheering her on, but Spike’s hands were holding her in place so that she couldn’t do so. Twilight, with what little control over her body she had left, took the hand she was using to support herself on the edge of the tub and reflexively grabbed her now oversensitive breast. She gently massaged herself as she used her fingers to pinch and manipulate her rigid nipples, adding another level of sensuous pleasure into the mix and pushing her even closer to the edge.
As this erotic demonstration developed before her, Applejack casually glanced around the tub and observed everypony’s reaction. Everyone had a blush on their face, partially due to the heated room, and partially because they just saw Twilight suck off Spike, and were now bearing witness to him putting that long tongue to good use.
However, when Applejack turned to Pinkie she noticed she was acting… strangely. She was fidgeting in place, and in particular she looked just a little too excited to be watching... even for her. Her tongue was lolled out, panting like Winona on a sweltering summer day. Even more peculiar was that her arms were hanging at the edge of the hot tub, removing one of the obvious explanations as to why she would be in such a state.
"Pinkie?” inquired Applejack. “Are you getting off just by watching?"
"Nah,” replied the stimulated pink pony matter-of-factly, “I just found one of the jets!" She then let out a soft moan as her eyes rolled upward and the wide beaming smile returned to her face.
All Applejack could do in response was laugh. “For Pete’s sake, Pinkie Pie,” she declared between fits of laughter, “Why dont’cha tell us how you really feel?”
Pinkie giggled in response and motioned for Applejack to see for herself. Applejack shrugged and waded across the tub to where Pinkie was sitting. The pink pony scooted over so her friend could take her place. As soon as Applejack took her spot, her eyes widened and her face lit up with delight. “Woah nelly!” she exclaimed, her heart skipping a beat in all the excitement. “Nice find, Pinkie Pie! This ‘ere is better than Granny’s washing machine!” She eased her body right over the jet and let it works its magic. If she could melt at that moment, there would be no hesitation.
Pinkie, never wanting to be left out, edged next to Applejack and took hold of her chest, one voluptuous apple per hand.
Applejack chuckled. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Pinkie, but I can handle myself just fine.”
“Aww,” lamented Pinkie. “But they’re so bouncy!”
Rainbow Dash had seen the whole spectacle out of the corner of her eye and was visibly put off; she was pouting and pretending not to see. She wasn’t trying to hide her jealousy one bit.
If Rainbow Dash was trying to signal her disappointment to everyone else, Applejack and Pinkie Pie definitely noticed. “Ya want some a’ this, dont’cha, Rainbow?” teased Applejack, still maintaining a cool composure despite the bubbles pummeling her mound.
Rainbow responded by scrunching her face, crossing her arms, and turning back to the tongue-lashing Twilight was receiving.
An idea flashed through Pinkie’s mind. She let go of Applejack’s bosom and splashed her way over to the grumpy blue pegasus. Before Dash could respond, Pinkie had grabbed her by the arm and yanked her away from where she was sitting toward Applejack. “Pinkie, what are you doing?” she inquired.
Pinkie giggled. “You’ll see, silly!” She tugged on Dash’s arm until they were face to face with Applejack, who was still composed despite the scene around her. From here Pinkie did what she did best. She enticed Applejack to scooch away from the jet and in one quick movement had Rainbow Dash sitting there instead. Dash and Applejack were now facing each other, and they were in such close proximity their naked chests were virtually touching. Rainbow had to maneuver her legs over Applejack’s to make it work semi-comfortably.
Both AJ and Dash were a little uncomfortable at first being so close to each other, but damn those jets felt good. Pinkie was not done, however. She placed one hand over Applejack’s shoulder and one around Rainbow Dash’s, and in one swift move she yelled out “Now SQUIIIIISH!” and pushed the twosome even closer together. They were now chest to chest. Mouth to mouth. They were millimeters from tribbing.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash were caught completely unaware by this, and they immediately froze in place, not daring to move a muscle. But that jet – Sweet Celestia, that water jet – ignited something within them. Something fierce. It clicked for both of them at the same time, and seductive smiles washed away any apprehension they had left.
Rainbow Dash put her arms around Applejack’s shoulders and stared into her eyes. “First one to cum has to eat the other’s ass?” challenged Rainbow Dash.
“You’re on,” agreed Applejack.
“Then let’s make it more even, shall we?” retorted Rainbow Dash. She repositioned one of her legs so that it was now underneath one of Applejack’s. It was now or never. Once she was comfortable, the two mares’ steely gazes met once again. “Ready?” said Rainbow Dash.
“Ready,” replied Applejack, placing her arms around Rainbow Dash’s waist. “1… 2… 3!”
The pair immediately closed their eyes and pulled each other as close as physically possible to immediately begin the frenzy. Their tongues jousted one another between gasps for air and gasps of pleasure. Their breasts fervently rubbed against each other, nipple to nipple. Their lower lips kneaded each other frenetically almost as much as the lips on their mouths did; all the while the tormenting unceasing stream of water continued to shoot up between them, pushing them closer and closer to the edge.
Pinkie could hardly contain herself at this point. Even though she no longer had a jet to herself, the orgy that was developing before her meant she refused to just sit and watch. Eyeing the competition between Applejack and Rainbow Dash and listening to the visceral moans of gratification emanating from Twilight’s mouth, she mechanically reached for her own aching flower and began plunging her fingers inside. Her tongue lolled out again as she used her other hand to grope her own sensitive balloons and finally scratch the itch she had wanted to scratch for what seemed like an eternity. Pinkie, as it later turned out, loved to watch. And she also loved to be watched.
Poor Fluttershy couldn’t take it anymore. Unlike Pinkie Pie, her sexual nature was much more private. Although she was undeniably stimulated by her friends, she didn’t want to indulge herself in front of them, either. Upon spying Applejack and Rainbow Dash going at it, with Pinkie unreservedly cheering them on, the shy butter-colored mare needed an escape before it was too late. Figuring everyone else was sufficiently distracted, she turned around and started to pull herself out of the hot tub so she could abscond with some dignity left.
Starlight, however, wasn’t having any of that. She spied the pink-haired horse trying to get away, and sought to have some fun of her own. Radiating a light purple aura from her horn, she turned toward her next target.
One moment, Fluttershy was simply raising her knee so she could get out of the tub. The next, she was letting out a shrill high-pitched yelp as she lost her footing, falling onto her chest with her legs splayed in different directions. She was bent forward at the waist, with one leg still in the water and the other positioned perpendicularly on the edge of the tub. Everyone, even Spike, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash momentarily paused their encounters to see what the cause of that yelp was.
Fluttershy’s soft supple ass was hanging out of the water and in plain view for all to see. Her legs were effectively spread wide, revealing her dripping wet nether regions as well. There was a purple magical aura encompassing both of her crevices, and one quick glance revealed it was coming from Starlight’s horn. Starlight, looking pleased with herself, bit her lip and began dipping her own honeypot with her fingers.
Everyone’s attention was now fixed on Fluttershy, whose neglected bud was currently receiving some magical attention. Despite being in the exact position she didn’t want to be seen in, Fluttershy made no attempts to move away. Her wings unfolded as she propped herself up on one elbow, mouth agape. It somehow seemed fitting that she was so loud. Every time she tried to inhale or exhale she would invariably let out a noisy series of groans. If she were on the set of a porno shoot, the director would have told her to tone it down. But this was no act; the normally soft, quiet mare was making no attempts to hide how she was feeling as the magical aura explored her folds and enveloped her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue sprawled out. She clenched her fists as the rest of the group continued to watch with awe. Groans turned to squeaks of rapture and moans turned to squeals of ecstasy. Her body convulsed with each passing second, jostling her ass cheeks with carefree abandon.
To no one’s surprise, Fluttershy came first. The orgasm washed over her body like waves rippling across the surface of a placid lake. Tidal waves, more like. Her senses were pounded mercilessly as Starlight continued her ethereal onslaught on Fluttershy’s pussy; her mind remained utterly frazzled until finally the waves of orgasmic bliss began to die down and she could start to breathe normally again. With her last ounce of strength, Fluttershy pulled herself completely out of the hot tub and rolled onto her back in total exhaustion, her chest heaving up and down and her legs still spread wide, revealing a glistening wet coat of vaginal secretions enveloping her marehood. She was too drained to care if anyone saw.
For a moment, nobody did or said anything. There was only the sound of the jets roiling the water in the hot tub. However, the sereneness didn’t last long.
“FUCK HER AGAIN SHE MAKES CUTE NOISES!” screamed Rainbow Dash giddily.
“HEY!” replied Applejack, re-commanding Rainbow Dash’s attention. “We ain’t done yet, girl! You still gotta eat my ass!”
“HORSE APPLES!” retorted Rainbow Dash. “You didn’t make me cum!”
“You callin’ me a liar?” accused Applejack. “I heard you whimpering watching ol’ Fluttershy shakin’ what her mama gave her just now!”
“Ugh! FINE! Fine!” admitted Rainbow Dash. “Best two out of three, then!”
“You’re on!”
The competition resumed, just as fierce and passionate as before. Twilight, meanwhile, let out a loud yelp of her own as Spike resumed feasting on her essence.
“DO ME NEXT! DO ME NEXT!” cried Pinkie Pie to Starlight, waving her arms frenziedly. Starlight was more than happy to oblige, levitating the pink mare out of the water with her magic and floating her over to where she was sitting. Pinkie tensed up with excitement.
“Alright then, Pinkie Pie,” replied Starlight, still hovering the mare in midair with a sly smile on her face. “But we do things my way, got it?”
Pinkie eagerly nodded her head in anticipation. Starlight then pulled herself out of the hot tub and sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide. Before Pinkie could dive right in, however, Starlight used her magic to rotate the party-loving girl upside down. The reason was obvious, as the two of them were now within licking distance of each other’s creases. Pinkie’s long, wet, pink hair draped over her eyes, but her trademark smile never moved. Moving her locks away so she could see, she wrapped her arms tightly around Starlight’s torso and, with a delighted squeal, draped her mouth over Starlight’s waiting sex. Starlight, after an initial satisfying shudder of her body from Pinkie’s all-out tongue barrage on her bud, leaned forward into the awaiting nub and used both her mouth and fingers to entrance the party pony.
And what became of Rarity? Apparently nobody had noticed minutes earlier that she had exited the hot tub and was standing beside it, with spa professionals Aloe and Lotus by her side. Both ponies were on their knees facing Rarity, with Aloe in front of her and Lotus behind her. Both of them had their wrists tied behind their backs with rope. Indeed, Rarity was taking full advantage of the full treatment package, “frills” and all. Aloe was indulging Rarity’s perfectly maintained pink slit with her tongue, while Lotus was doing much the same to her asshole. Rarity had to position herself just right so that Aloe had enough room to permeate her pussy but also give Lotus space to burrow her tongue into her backdoor. It was more difficult than it appeared, not the least because Rarity’s legs quivered like they were about to collapse at any moment, forcing her to steady herself on Aloe’s head. Her hips gyrated forward and backward as Aloe and Lotus demonstrated why they were the best in the business. Rarity had in fact cum twice already, but, as a dignified lady, she knew it was not proper to loudly announce her orgasm like an uncivilized ruffian and therefore maintained her poise and grace.
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The orgasms flowed forth with ease. Twilight finally bowed to Spike’s superior techniques, but refused to let him go; she had scarcely stopped convulsing before she leapt back into the hot tub and wrapped her arms passionately around the dragon’s trunk, the pair energetically making out. Eventually Rarity had to pry her off the purple dragon so that she could experience the recharged beast for herself.
The experience was similar for Starlight, who had to wrest an ebullient Pinkie Pie away from her now-overstimulated pink pearl after losing count of how many times she came. The purple mare was now a sweating, panting mess, but Pinkie still appeared as energetic as ever and simply wanted to keep going. Starlight obliged by putting her with Fluttershy who, with Aloe sucking one tender breast, Lotus nibbling on the other, and Pinkie eating her pink pussy with gusto, orgasmed even faster than she did the first time, and just as loudly, too.
It turned out that Applejack and Rainbow Dash climaxed at the same time and so yet another do-over was needed. Applejack objected that it was unfair for Rainbow to suck on her nipples to make her cum faster, while Rainbow likewise protested that it wasn’t fair for Applejack to bite her neck to make her orgasm quicker. Clearly, the only way to resolve the issue was to keep going until a winner could be determined, at which point the winner’s ass could finally be eaten.
In short, nobody was leaving that hot tub until everyone lost track of how many orgasms they had. Nobody minded, frankly. It was a serious workout. And they hadn’t even made it to the full body massage portion of the package yet!
Author's Note
BONUS TIME!
There are several easter eggs/references to saucy fanart that gave me inspiration littered throughout the story. You can easily find them on Derpibooru, some are drawn by Frist and some not. Can you find them all? (HINT: "Fuck her again she makes cute noises!" is one such reference)
I cannot say thank you enough
to the wonderful FRIST for inspiring the piece AND doing the cover art for the story as well! And a special thank you to everyone in the No Clop November server for the help and motivation. You know who you are! 
