Spike's Breeding Partyby EkhidnaChaptersClose to the HeartPonyville's TeamFabulous TimeMother's DayMile High ClubOld Friends. New Faces.Close to the HeartIt had been a total surprise when Spike’s growth spurt finally kicked in and kicked in it did. But it had been complete and utter insanity when just a week after that, the same day a party had been organized to celebrate Spike’s new transformation, that Celestia herself had arrived at Twilight’s castle and invited everyone present to a very private conversation. A series of revelations later had shed some light on many mysteries revolving around Spike, and that included his official royal position as Prince of Equestria and his future purpose within the kingdom. Which included the consolidation of the bridge he had formed years ago in the Dragon Lands and the Dragon Lord herself. At first, Twilight and all of her friends had feared the worst. That Spike would be forced to leave or be involved in some sort of political marriage of sorts. Celestia, now standing as his mother, had assured them that that would not be the case. In fact, she had promised them that if everything went well, Spike wouldn’t even need to leave Ponyville for an extended period of time. Celestia, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to engage Spike, her adopted son, into breeding an old species into the world; one thought lost for millennia and remembered only as myths: The Kirins. To say there was outrage would be an understatement, but Celestia had eased any and all tensions by stating a simple fact: normally dragons couldn’t interbreed with ponies or any other creature, but Spike was different. He was very much a dragon, but one so different from his kin, that he could be considered an entirely separate sub-species. Long ago she had seen the Kirins and had witnessed their fall for being so few of them. This would be the chance to welcome them back and give them a fair chance at living; a chance the centaurs and other demons had robbed them. The problem was that Celestia would need time, and so would Spike, to sort through and approve possible candidates. More so for Spike, to grow into the idea he was very much against with. It hadn’t taken even ten seconds after that statement had been spoken when nine volunteers presented themselves. Nine mares willing to be breed, fucked, rutted, pounded, filled, and in the end be impregnated by the dragon. Celestia was more than happy to accept such selfless and sincere offers from her dear son’s beloved friends. And Spike had been so dumbstruck he couldn’t even protest or react to it after his mother declared that they would be the 'first' mares to undergo the process. And so, by Celestia’s grace, Twilight’s castle would serve as their ’breeding grounds’ for the time being. Spike and those nine mares were to be forbidden from exiting it, unless a dire situation demanded it, until the nine mares were successfully impregnated by the purple and green-scaled dragon. Nine mares. Nine mares he had known for quite some time and had come to cherish them with all his heart. In truth, he was glad they volunteered, for he could not see himself experiencing his first sexual experience with anyone else but any one of them. And so, they talked, they discussed how and where things would be done, the order in which they would take turns, and check they were properly supplied with everything and anything they could ever need for the time. All but ay form contraception, of course. The order was decided via straws and even a chalkboard with their names had been brought, just to keep a semblance of control. Pinkie Pie had been the first, and the one tasked with the honor of popping Spike’s cherry. Not even half-way through the deed did something awoken from within Spike. A primal need to claim and satisfy the mares in the room; all of them naked, eager, ready, and showing him nothing but love and support. He made Pinkie Pie go through several orgasms before his own came, and when it came it filled her to the absolute brim before she passed out; legs spread, goofy smile, and totally spent for the night. Next came Rainbow Dash, her cocky attitude and proclaim that she would make him cum in ten seconds flat fell to the ground faster than her at top speed. When Spike filled her womb with his potent seed, her lower half had already gone numb; she would spend the rest of the night with a dopey smile, much like Pinkie’s, laying on the floor after experiencing the best lay she had received to date. And a promise of more to come. Then had been Tempest Shadow, the Captain of Twilight’s Royal Guards (which numbered now in twenty! Ten of which were -Ex-Storm Guards that were loyal to Tempest in the first place). After the whole Storm King fiasco, Tempest was quick to prove herself as strong, capable, reliable, efficient, brave, and balanced. The two of them, and Starlight, had made a quick bond and became friends almost overnight; a connection the three understood perfectly for the other and Spike came to respect and admire the mare ever since. And now she was laying next to him, womb full of his cum, legs trembling, and satisfied with a glint in her eyes that hungered for more. Applejack was next, the ever trusty and always honest farm pony had been a tough ride, but it was a ride she couldn’t dominate. For all her stubbornness and brashness, she had been the one dominated by the dragon, fucked to the breaking point and left filled like the previous mares and hungry for a second serving if her worshipping his testicles was any indication of it. Starlight came after her. No proclaims of will came from her mouth, rather came the confession of love and care… and her permission to let him do whatever he wanted to her. And so he did, he fucked her hard, he fucked her deep, and her rutted her into oblivion. Her stomach had been visibly bloated by the volume of seed he had deposited inside of it. She barely had the strength to crawl to the chalkboard to cross her own name, for she did not trust her magic at the moment after being fucked silly. And now, it was Rarity’s turn. His love. His crush. His Lady. She was riding him lovingly, with absolute vigor and determination, but lovingly. Much like Starlight, and the rest of the mares so far, she confessed her feelings for him as he took a hold of her supple rear and squeezed it as she bounced on his lap; her beautiful breasts, third in size only after Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, danced with a hypnotizing rhythm he found oh so magnificent to witness. And after several glorious minutes, with her hips aching and visibly tired after being hit by orgasm after orgasm, Rarity smiled down at him with a naughty, sexy smile after begging him to impregnate her with his foals. It was only the gentlestallionly thing to fulfill his lady’s wishes. He painted her inner walls and womb with his white seed and came so much he felt his own testicles being nearly depleted as they worked to produce more and more life-giving cum. He merely registered Starlight crossing Rarity’s name from the chalkboard and caught a glimpse of a nervous yet aroused Fluttershy step up for her turn. After her, Sunset Shimmer would follow now back in Equestria since a few months prior. And finally… Twilight. His big sister in all but blood. A mare he loved with all his heart, and the one who longed the most to bare his foals. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her. It was only fitting, he mused, for his longest-standing and best friend, his big sister whom he loved with all his heart, to be filled by him and impregnated. Spike snorted; eager to continue this night and hopeful it would repeat itself again. And he knew the nine mares were thinking exactly the same. In a secluded room in Canterlot, Celestia, Luna, and Cadance watched as the usually shy mare eagerly took her place after Rarity was laid on the ground, unable to move a muscle while she basked in the afterglow. "Everything according to plan~" Celestia sang while she, her sister, and her niece masturbated watching the spectacle… and patiently waiting for their own eventual turn to come. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them! Ponyville's TeamTwo weeks later Spike found himself again surrounded by nine eager-to-be-bred mares. And again he found himself locked in the same room where that first night of passion and breeding took place. A room now aptly renamed ’Dragon Breeding Grounds’ by an overly eager Twilight. If that wasn’t enough, these nine new mares were also mares he had come to know in one way or another; all of them carefully selected and reviewed by his mother, Celestia, and approved by Luna. When he first entered the room he was greeted by the sight of these nine mares already naked and waiting for him. He was surprised to see who they were as his mother had wanted to save their identities as a surprise. And what a surprise it was! After a short talk with the mares, Spike came to know of their motives for offering themselves as mothers to his kirin foals. Arrangements had already been made and signed, such as Celestia’s and Luna’s promise that the Crown would generously support the soon-to-be breeding mares. At least, in some cases. Trixie’s motive was, if not childish, then certainly endearing. She liked Spike as a friend, but after Starlight told her what she had done, Trixie didn’t feel like leaving her best friend alone like that. And so, Trixie decided to carry a kirin foal alongside her dearest friend. Then came his old friend, Lyra, who confessed she always liked him and always kept a crush on him, much like Moondancer, Twinkleshine, Minuette, and Lemon Hearts did. He believed her alright, the way she was treating his sack was proof enough for him. And wherever Lyra went, Bon Bon followed. Or should he say Sweetie Drops? He didn’t know much about her true identity, but she was always friendly to him. She only stated that she would always support Lyra no matter what, even if that meant joining her in motherhood. Another duet of friends made their appearance, too: Vinyl and Octavia. Both famous musicians, both long-time friends, and both longing to embrace him ever since the day they all met in Canterlot all those years ago. Of course, he knew they were an item, but that never stopped them from teasing him with promises of one day bearing his foals. Now a future reality. Then came the oldest of the ’Flower Trio’, Roseluck. They had always been friendly towards him in an open manner, and while not quite close friends, Spike respected her and her sisters for their work despite their tendency for overreacting. Imagine his surprise when she told him she was a dragonphiliac and that she would do anything for a chance to bear his foals? How could he refuse her? The last three mares were the biggest surprise, however. Berry Punch, a mother already, had always been a fun mare to be around. Genuinely funny and caring, her drinking habit made her an endearing addition in every party, being a happy drunk had its benefits; perhaps that had been the main reason why the two of them were so quick to befriend the other. A benefit of being a dragon was his incapacity to get drunk with alcohol, which made him the perfect drinking partner for Berry. She offered herself for a steady lifetime supply of booze and because she was frustrated that he had never got her hints to rut her brains out before. Mayor Mare was far simpler and straightforward. She wanted a foal, end of story. But if she was going to have a foal, might as well be for the future of Equestria. And with someone she respected for his work around Ponyville and to Princess Twilight. And last but not least was Ditzy Doo, better known as Derpy, nickname given thanks to her clumsy nature. Spike could only describe her as an adorable and fantastic mother. Their friendship had always been very simple, but endearing. She, ashamed, admitted she did it for the bits; raising two daughters was not easy on her pockets. But she also confessed she wanted to be a mother again before she leaped and kissed him oh so tenderly. Now Spike found himself pounding at Derpy’s depths, the mare panting and moaning in delight as yet another orgasm coursed through her body, repeating over and over again she wanted his foal. He felt his orgasm nearing and with it Derpy’s wish. The night was just beginning. He had nine gorgeous, eager, beautiful mares to please, breed, and impregnate with his seed. Spike knew it was going to be a long night… or three. He needed to be sure that when they walked out of the room it would be with his offspring growing inside their wombs. Nine mares so close to his heart were already pregnant. These new nine mares would soon follow. And Spike knew this was far from over. On another room, three alicorn princesses watched as their plan continued onward undeterred. All three of them knowing their turn with Spike would come sooner or later. All they had to do was wait. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them! Fabulous TimeSpike had, at this point, lost any lingering doubts he had regarding this admittedly crazy plan. Okay, sure, thanks to recent events it was discovered that the Kirins had, thankfully, not gone extinct after all. But at the same time, their numbers were so low that that fact was basically worthless. With them having extended longevity thanks to their dragon heritage meant that all of the forty-six Kirins left alive were just that. Alive. Although his, ehem, quote on quote "mission" would be easier if the Kirins and their leader, Rain Shine, accepted to start bringing up their numbers with the aid of Equestria. Even so, he was still looking to several more sessions inside the ‘Dragon Breeding Grounds’; sessions that Pinkie Pie had renamed as 'Breeding Parties' after his second venture. In the end, the reason he no longer doubted his role in all of this was that it was for a greater cause much bigger than himself. It was for Equestria, and it was a noble endeavor. The fact that he had come to enjoy it was of little to no importance. So, here he was again, secluded with another batch of nine eager mares chosen by his mother. Or rather, seven of them had been chosen; the other two had volunteered themselves asking for no reward at all. He knew this after talking with them before beginning so he could understand why they were willing to bear his Kirin foals. And once again he was surprised to find that he knew these new nine mares, some more than others, but he knew them all. The first of these mares was the cheerful Sunshine Smiles, a regular client at Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique. Her motive was childish like herself: she thought it was time for her to be a mommy! He was surprised at her response. He’d always thought she was uninterested or just too preoccupied with being herself to ever think about motherhood ever since they became friends. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was Moonlight Raven’s sister. And speaking of her, she too was present. Unlike her cheery sister, she was gloomy and gothic with lacking social skills but a genuine eye for fashion, who also happened to be a regular at the Boutique. Her motive was that she too wanted a foal but neither she nor her sister knew who to ask for such a monumental favor where they would suffer no repercussions because of it. That is, until Rarity came into play and told them about the current event and the aid of the crown. Surprisingly, they both had rejected the crown’s aid. And unsurprisingly, at least for him, he discovered they had quite a close and special bond between themselves. But it seemed that Rarity’s influence had extended to two more mares. The third mare in the room was Sassy Saddles. Spike had always considered the tall and alluring mare as a friend over the years. Sassy had always shamelessly flirted with him almost since they got to know each other. One to not be outdone, he flirted back catching her by surprise, not used to be on the receiving end of the teasing he was sure. They had grown close thanks to Rarity, so when she confessed her genuine attraction for the dragon even before his growth spurt, the only thing he could do was accept her fully. And she had developed a certain taste for his seed, it seemed. The next mare was the first of the two volunteers: Coco Pommel. The petite and shy mare was also a good friend of his and one he knew held some sort of crush for him even after telling her his own feelings towards Rarity. He was surprised when she confessed she wasn’t looking to become his marefriend of anything of the like; she was simply heavily attracted to him. So when Rarity told her about the whole ordeal, Coco nearly begged the white unicorn to vouch on her behalf, and so, here she was. The remaining five mares, he did not expect. At all. Much less so Fleur de Lis, the famous supermodel, wife of Fancy Pants, and a mare he knew since he was but a hatchling. Why and how in Tartarus had Fancy accepted to this was his first question. Turned out that it was Fancy’s idea. The stallion was, sadly, unable to sire children of his own thanks to a disease from his foalhood. Fancy and Fleur were some of his closest friends before leaving Canterlot and had remained in touch with them over the years, and unlike most nobles, their friendship was genuine and not a ploy to please Celestia. Fleur told him they wanted a foal, and with this opportunity, they knew the time had come. After that, he’d be more than happy to help them. The sixth mare was Photo Finish, another good friend of him. Her reason was by far the simplest, even more so than that of Mayor Mare. She did it ‘For zhe art!’, she had said. Although he was sure there was some sort of personal… interest he wasn’t seeing. The seventh mare was yet another friend of his, one he bumped paths with when she was barely starting her career as a singer. In a small part, it was thanks to their friendship she had agreed to perform for Twilight’s Friendship Festival despite her busy schedule. And then he had spent days apologizing for the whole Storm King fiasco, though she DID let him introduce her for the opening song to show she wasn’t mad at him. So when she told him she wanted his foal, how could he refuse the overly eager Songbird Serenade, the mare he was currently balls deep inside? Of the nine mares present, Coloratura was the one he knew less about, though their relationship, while not outright friendship, it was something closeby and amicable. He really liked the mare, especially after renouncing her stage title of Countess Coloratura. He couldn’t quite put two and two together with her: on one hand, she said she was participating because Applejack told her about it, and if her dear friend was going to become a mother, then she would too to accompany Applejack, because she always dreamed of being a mother, and she would help Equestria while doing so. On the other hand, he was sure there was something else she wasn’t telling him but decided to not press the matter. Maybe she was similar to Coco Pommel and harbored some sort of crush towards him? And finally, there was… Raven Inkwell. Celestia’s personal secretary and assistant. A mare that had babysat him in her early teenage years more than once whenever Cadance wasn’t available. A mare he had come to love and see as his hard-working, strict-on-the-job but easy-going outside of it, dutiful, and brilliant cousin; even as a bigger sister more than once. Many believed it was Twilight or even Celestia who had installed in him his desire to be an assistant, but no. It had been Raven by merely him seeing how she performed her job the way she did. She was also the second volunteer of the nine present mares. Her motive was simple: she loved him. And like Twilight, after Celestia told her what he had agreed to do, she longed to bear his foals. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t blushed after her confession and found himself eager to impregnate her, too. As it is, as it were, they had just begun and they would be inside the room until all nine mares were properly bred just like the eighteen mares that had come before them. Spike didn’t know for how long this was going to continue, so he made a promise then and there. He wouldn’t allow himself to be changed from the gentledrake that he was. No matter what. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them! Mother's DayMotherfucker. Spike had never liked that insult, or curse words for that matter. But he could not deny the fact that at this point, at this very moment, he truly was a ’Motherfucker’ through and through in the most literal sense of the word. Three weeks ago he had lost any and all inhibitions about this plan his mother and aunt had come up with. He had already bred twenty-seven mares by now, all of them now confirmed to be carrying his foals, alongside several unknown crystal mares, most of them maids and guards, after his visit to the Crystal Empire last week. That visit was the reason these nine particular mares had gathered in Ponyville awaiting his return. Cadance, his dear, lovable, and always caring cousin had come up with the idea, perhaps inspired by the festive day he had come to pay a visit on. So, again, locked inside his Dragon Breeding Grounds with nine gorgeous and eager mares, he felt at peace and found himself to be equally eager or more so to put a baby Kirin inside them; even if he knew the mares and had an amicable bond with them. How in the world did their respective husbands allow them to be bred by him, he didn’t know nor cared at this point. Because yes, most of these mares were married and yet had volunteered themselves for their Princess’ most worthy and noble cause. All of them, except for one, were the mothers of one or two of some of his dearest, closest friends. The first one to be bred had been Cream Heart, the lovely and shapely mother of Button Mash. He’d known her ever since he and Mash started to hang out and play video games together. The mare had always been caring, a devoted mother, sweet, unafraid to voice her opinions, and was a gamer herself. Her sole reasoning for agreeing to be bred was because she wanted another foal to raise but her husband had been sadly left unfertile years prior. And, in her words, she was looking for a bit of a challenge, so maybe a baby Kirin would give her that challenge, after all, what could be worse than Button Mash? Then came Sunburst’s mom, Stellar Flare. While every single one of these mature mares were lovely, gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy beyond belief, Stellar Flare was the mare that best defined the term ’MILF’. She had always been flirty towards him, much to her son’s shock, and had been very, very suggestive in the past. So it came to no surprise when she told him she had a plan to raise the perfect Kirin foal. And honestly, the MILF had starred several of his wet dreams. Windy Whistles came as a bit of a surprise to him. She had never shown interest in anyone but her husband and she was universally cheerful, easy-going, and overall pleasing to hang around with. But the moment she revealed her reason, it all made sense. If her Dashie was going to have a Kirin foal, then she too was going to have one to support her daughter! And more shockingly, Bow had been totally on-board with the plan for some reason. Not that he minded, of course. Most surprising of all had been Posey Shy, better known simply as Mrs. Shy. She had been a nervous wreck, even worse than Fluttershy had ever been, and all he had gotten about her motive to be bred by him and give birth to a Kirin foal was something along the lines of a ’Desire’. Though he couldn’t make heads or tails about what that desire was, he had been blown out of the water by her ravenous hunger for sex. Fluttershy was wild during sex and loved to scream, but her mother was like a tireless succubus despite never being vocal about it. She more than made it up with actions befitting a cum hungry slut desperate for cock. And speaking of cum hungry sluts, Cookie Crumbles, mother of Rarity and Sweetie Belle, was an equal to Mrs. Shy’s hunger. Where Mrs. Shy was ravenous, Cookie Crumbles was insatiable. Out of the present mares, she was probably the second one whom he had interacted the most given his friendship with her daughters. He knew she was… promiscuous. Hondo loved to see her sleeping with other stallions and knew, by pure accident, that they had quite a close relationship with the Cakes. And her experience was vastly evident. Then… then came the big one. Twilight Velvet herself. The mother of Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor. An aunt in his eyes and a second mother in his heart. She had done a great job raising her children, partially including him as well. He could still recall her comforting him in lonely nights, holding him close and tight against her chest, washing his little body with her heat and affection. Did that stop him from breeding her, painting her walls and womb white with his seed? Absolutely not. He sucked on her tits, groped her ample butt, pounded hard and deep inside her all the way to her cervix, and held her close as he filled her with a bucketload worth of hearty dragon cum. Spoiled Rich was the next in the list. Though he never liked the nasty, controlling mare all that much, to be honest. She was hot, no doubt about that, but her personality was a turn-off. Though looking at her hungry eyes made him forget about her personality entirely. And her reason? Bits. She was doing it for the bits and social recognition. Out of the nine mothers, Aunt Orange was the one he hardly knew about. All he knew about her was that she was the mother of Babs Seed, loved her family, and was a minor noble. He could tell she was proactive and looked to be eager for her turn and had come to distract herself in other ways. Seeing two sexy mares share a passionate kiss was one of the hottest things Spike wholeheartedly loved to see play out. Finally, standing by her lonesome, was Cloudy Quartz, the mother of Pinkie Pie and her sisters. Whatever he had been expecting of the mare, it surely wasn’t an expressive and wanton mare that had initially begged him to bred her until she couldn’t move for an entire week. The usually stoic mare was quite affectionate in her own way and understanding, not to mention being as devoted to her daughters as Cream Heart was to her son. She had also assured him that until she birthed four foals to match her daughters, she wasn’t going to stop. Perhaps it was wrong to feel as horny and eager as he felt, but it simply felt right with him. He still didn’t know what his mastermind of a mother had in mind, but whatever it was, as long as he was able to love and care for his soon to be official thirty-six pregnant mares, he did not mind one bit at all. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them! Mile High ClubIt was supposed to be a quick trip to Cloudsdale. All things considered, everything went without a scratch. No disasters occurred, no villains showed up, Discord didn’t make too much noise, and the ceremony itself was dull, but mercifully quick. The event in question was a presentation held by the Royal Pony Sisters in which they announced the official thirty-six pregnant mares to be held as brave, selfless citizens of Equestria: commoners, minor nobles, super-stars, the Element Bearers, and the Princess of Friendship/Magic herself. All equal in the dire and noble act of, at first, resurrecting the Kirin species from the dead; a task now changed to help Rain Shine and her few remaining Kirins grow their numbers and become more than a Protectorate of Equestria. Luna made a beautiful speech about the kind hearts of ponies everywhere, specifically pointed more at the mares, for sacrificing their time, bodies, and hearts for a cause greater than themselves. Spike couldn’t deny that his mother and aunt, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna themselves, were true twisters of words. Celestia, in particular, was an incredible Chessmaster and a true actress outside any actual play. It still bothered him, even if it was as a passing afterthought these days, that he couldn’t see what her actual endgame was. Though he couldn’t protest anymore as he found himself… strangely aroused and eager to impregnate more willing mares (and if possible, in some cases, re-impregnate some of the mares he had already claimed once their first Kirin foals were born). The slowly bulging bellies of the thirty-six mares now carrying his developing foals filled his heart with pride and joy. So, everything considered, what was wrong with impregnating more of these ’selfless citizens of Equestria’? Celestia and Luna must’ve thought the same, or rather had already planned everything and the announcement was an excuse to get him to travel to Cloudsdale. So much for that quick trip. Whichever the case, Spike didn’t mind. Here he was in a VIP lounge surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous Pegasi mares. And again, he knew every single one of these mares to a certain level; some were even close friends of his. He would be lying if he hadn’t had a few naughty dreams regarding one of the two twin sets of Ponyville. In this case, Flitter and Cloudchaser. Both mares had always treated him with nothing but friendliness and in quite a few occasions helped him or vice-versa with this or other task. Both of them were huggy and touchy-feely, and relentless teases towards their male friends, him included, just for the fun of it. So, when his growth spurt hit, they had attacked him with everything they had. And once Rainbow Dash and Derpy talked to them about their pregnancies, the twins wasted no time to tease him with promises of also carrying his foals. Now they were right on their way to fulfill that very same thing and Spike fulfilled one of his fantasies: scoring a couple of sexy sister-twins. Feeltfoot, on the other hand, was far more friskier and outgoing with no reservations about what she wanted. Simply put, she wanted to fuck a dragon. When it came to the Wonderbolts, Spike had the privilege of knowing them by name even before Rainbow made it into their ranks. One thing he never knew about the mint-coated mare was that she was a borderline nympho. The reason for her to want to fuck a dragon was, given the rumors about their endurance and stamina, to see if for once a male could finally satisfy her. If she ended up pregnant? Then that would be a plus for her! Spike was more than willing to step up to that challenge. Angel Wings was an… obvious sight. In fact, he had been wondering why the mare hadn’t shown up before. Since the first time he had met her as a Wonderbolt trainee, Angel Wings showed a clear and potent crush for him. Not to mention an admiration that rivaled that of the Crystal Ponies. Honestly, he didn’t know exactly why she showed such an overwhelming attraction for him, but at the moment he didn’t care. Less so when the pink and white-maned mare had promised him to bear as many foals as he wished. How could he refuse such a selfless offer? But Vapor Trail was strange for him. For one, he knew she had a coltfriend. And second, he knew they loved each other to bits. After a short talk, Vapor revealed she had the same problem as Fleetfoot and that Sky Stinger was ’open-minded’. Aside from that, she needed the extra bits and the support the Princesses provided the volunteers. Spitfire was similar in character to Miss Harshwhinny but with the forwardness and bluntness of Mayor Mare. He had known her since he lived in Canterlot, and in some ways, she was a sort of big sister figure to him. So to hear her reveal that she always had feelings for him after meeting years later when he’d moved to Ponyville was something Spike did not expect. And while he didn’t return those feelings he accepted her love and fulfilled her desires. The ever-lively and lovely Blossomforth was cheering them on to his right while he pounded Spitfire; his thick knot slapping against her wet folds while she moaned like a mare in heat. Blossomforth’s reason was perhaps the simplest of all: she had the hots for him ever since his growth spurt and wanted to have her brains rutted silly! While not the most pleasant mare to be around, Lightning Dust had stated that she wanted to make amends for her many past mistakes and that offering her body for a worthy cause was a good first step. Spike didn’t believe any of it as he was certain this was a way to get back at Rainbow Dash. Not that it mattered. Judging by Lightning Dust’s expression, whatever petty revenge plot she had starting out was now forgotten and replaced by her competitive nature. And finally, Sunshower Raindrops. The fun-seeking, enthusiastic jasmine coated pegasus better known as the friend and co-worker of Derpy. She was friendly to a fault, almost like Pinkie Pie and with a heart of gold similar to Derpy's. While not one of his usual friends, Sunshower was one of his favorite ponies ever due to her personality and only time restrictions stopped them from being true close friends. Her being there was simply tied to her desire to grow closer to him since she felt the same way he felt about her. Spike growled letting out a puff of smoke through his nostrils as he painted Spitfire’s vaginal walls and womb white with his flooding seed. The amount of hearty dragon cum was more than enough to ensure a successful impregnation. As Spitfire melted in his embrace, her orgasm making her cry out in ecstasy, Spike began to wonder just how many mares he was meant to impregnate with strong Kirin foals… and who would be next? Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them! Old Friends. New Faces.When Twilight, already showing a decent baby bump, told him their old friends from Canterlot had come to visit him, he knew from the get-go what the purpose of their visit was. What he had not expected was that some of the faces that had come from Canterlot, minus one, he had not seen in many years. Their initial talk was a calm, relaxing affair. They shared memories of the old days, funny stories, and ate some of his homemade cookies and refreshments during the exchange. Sure, Moondancer sat on his lap, Tree Hugger never stopped groping his crotch, and Minty Bubblegum and Beauty Brass didn't mind at all him fondling their breasts through their clothes. There was no shame and no pretense. They all knew what they were there and Spike had come to embrace it no matter the consequences; since said consequences would inevitably end up with another batch of nine mares pregnant with his hybrid foals. By the time they made it to his Breeding Grounds, their clothes were already lying on the floor, his dragonhood stood proud and ready, and nine clenching pussies were dripping their delectable nectar in anticipation. Lemon Hearts was the first. Fitting, all things considered. She'd always been the more rumbustious of the bunch and the first to try new things no matter how dangerous or wacky they seemed to be. She certainly proved it by the way she has nearly choked on his cock and reaffirmed her need to be fucked and bred and filled with a kirin hybrid. Just like Lyra had told him the four other mares from their original group harbored a deep crush for him. Spike was certain that at some point he'd see them again, and now that they were within his reach, he wasn't to let them go. Moondancer was next... the mare he had a sort of crush before coming to Ponyville. She spent the better part of five minutes doing nothing more than making out with him while riding his phallus as hard and deep as she could. She had proclaimed herself to be in love with him, that if she had to she'd wear a collar and be willing to be reduced to nothing more than a willing broodmare for him if that meant she could remain at his side. Her sincerity showed with the way she had taken in his entire knot, ensuring a full load of his warm cum to fill up her womb to ensure impregnation. He'd be lying if the idea didn't arouse him. Maybe he'd mention it to his mother the next time he'd see her. Certainly, the mare responsible for all of the events that'd occurred so far wouldn't deny him a little indulgence since he was pretty much a glorified stud? Minnuette had jumped at her turn with an eagerness he had only seen in Twilight, Pinkie, and Lyra before. More than anything she wanted a foal and she couldn't pass up the chance to finally confess her old feelings to Spike at the same time. The blue-coated mare now rested on top of Lemon Hearts' face; the hyperactive mare eating her friend's pussy out for all his seed. Next was the turn of Beauty Brass, the tubaist. Rather than friends, they were more along the lines of acquaintances or distant friends at best. Still, he had given advice and encouragement to the mare when she had been at her lowest, and now she was a famous musician in the same level as Octavia Melody. She had promised to return the favor one day, despite he had assisted a few of the concerts and presentations she had been part of in the past at her request. Her way to return a favor was an odd one. Not that he protested, of course. The only member of the group that hadn't come from Canterlot was Amethyst Star. One of Derpy's best friends and surely the reason why she was here in the first place. She was friendly and had always treated him right, their relationship was that of a casual friendship, no feelings were involved in between them. Still, the mare confessed she had grown envious of Derpy and how she 'glowed' with her baby bump growing steadily by the day. She was here to have one of her own. Her desire was sincere enough to make her reject the aid of the crown. Spike smiled seeing the recently well-fucked cunt of Amethyst, globs of his seed leaking out one after the other. The continuous obscene slurping noises Lemon Hearts made brought an idea to his mind. He picked up Moondancer and turn her upside-down before plunging his tongue inside her cum-oozing snatch. The taste of his cum was odd, not nearly as bad as he feared. But the marejuice of Moondancer gave it a tangy flavor to their mixed fluids that he found himself growing addicted to rather quickly. Judging by the pleased moans of the bushy-eyebrowed mare, she approved of his new-found tasty meal. Tree Hugger wasn't known for being impatient, but at this moment she was everything but her usual self. His cock was stained with his cum and Amethyst's nectar, but that didn't stop her from pressing her vaginal opening against his cum-covered cock. Some strands of his seed flew out and landed all over her wide, perfect ass. The only reason she had volunteered to the whole ordeal was thanks to Fluttershy and her convincing the nature-loving mare to 'help the cause'. He saw Minty Bubblegum, once a page for the nobles in Canterlot and a childhood friend, licking the strands of cum staining Tree Hugger's ass with desperation and thirst. She confessed she had always garnered a strong crush that danced on the edge of obsession for him. She had a small altar decorated with newspaper pieces and paparazzi photos showcasing him. Aside from Moondancer, she was the most eager and willing of the nine mares present to carry his offspring. Needless to say, she made the same offer as the nerdy unicorn had before her. It was odd to see Saffron Masala outside a cooking competition, but the sight was beyond divine. Truth be told, from the moment he'd met her thanks to Rarity, he couldn't deny she had an exotic attractiveness to her. Her motives were sad in a way. Her father had died a couple of years ago and ever since then, she had been lonely. Thanks to her restaurant, she couldn't find any time to date nor the security to have a child on her own. But the aid from the crown would come in handy to balance out her work and life to be able to lovingly raise a foal. He was more than happy to aid her in that task. Last but not least was Twinkleshine. She had been the most straightforward of the bunch in every aspect. She liked him, she wanted a foal, and she wanted that foal to be fucked into her belly by him and him alone. So far she hadn't said anything aside from her desires and cheering her friends. He was pretty sure she was some form of voyeur if the twinkle (Hah!) in her eyes as she watched the eight mares standing before her turn be impregnated by the dragon Prince of Equestria. Spike snaked his tongue back inside his own as he gently set aside Moondancer to properly get a hold of Tree Hugger's hips and thrust his dragonhood inside of her tight, inviting cunt. The night was still young and his duty to breed nine more gorgeous mares would take all of his efforts. Thankfully he had plenty of experience so far~ Author's Note Special thanks to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Close to the HeartIt had been a total surprise when Spike’s growth spurt finally kicked in and kicked in it did. But it had been complete and utter insanity when just a week after that, the same day a party had been organized to celebrate Spike’s new transformation, that Celestia herself had arrived at Twilight’s castle and invited everyone present to a very private conversation. A series of revelations later had shed some light on many mysteries revolving around Spike, and that included his official royal position as Prince of Equestria and his future purpose within the kingdom. Which included the consolidation of the bridge he had formed years ago in the Dragon Lands and the Dragon Lord herself. At first, Twilight and all of her friends had feared the worst. That Spike would be forced to leave or be involved in some sort of political marriage of sorts. Celestia, now standing as his mother, had assured them that that would not be the case. In fact, she had promised them that if everything went well, Spike wouldn’t even need to leave Ponyville for an extended period of time. Celestia, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to engage Spike, her adopted son, into breeding an old species into the world; one thought lost for millennia and remembered only as myths: The Kirins. To say there was outrage would be an understatement, but Celestia had eased any and all tensions by stating a simple fact: normally dragons couldn’t interbreed with ponies or any other creature, but Spike was different. He was very much a dragon, but one so different from his kin, that he could be considered an entirely separate sub-species. Long ago she had seen the Kirins and had witnessed their fall for being so few of them. This would be the chance to welcome them back and give them a fair chance at living; a chance the centaurs and other demons had robbed them. The problem was that Celestia would need time, and so would Spike, to sort through and approve possible candidates. More so for Spike, to grow into the idea he was very much against with. It hadn’t taken even ten seconds after that statement had been spoken when nine volunteers presented themselves. Nine mares willing to be breed, fucked, rutted, pounded, filled, and in the end be impregnated by the dragon. Celestia was more than happy to accept such selfless and sincere offers from her dear son’s beloved friends. And Spike had been so dumbstruck he couldn’t even protest or react to it after his mother declared that they would be the 'first' mares to undergo the process. And so, by Celestia’s grace, Twilight’s castle would serve as their ’breeding grounds’ for the time being. Spike and those nine mares were to be forbidden from exiting it, unless a dire situation demanded it, until the nine mares were successfully impregnated by the purple and green-scaled dragon. Nine mares. Nine mares he had known for quite some time and had come to cherish them with all his heart. In truth, he was glad they volunteered, for he could not see himself experiencing his first sexual experience with anyone else but any one of them. And so, they talked, they discussed how and where things would be done, the order in which they would take turns, and check they were properly supplied with everything and anything they could ever need for the time. All but ay form contraception, of course. The order was decided via straws and even a chalkboard with their names had been brought, just to keep a semblance of control. Pinkie Pie had been the first, and the one tasked with the honor of popping Spike’s cherry. Not even half-way through the deed did something awoken from within Spike. A primal need to claim and satisfy the mares in the room; all of them naked, eager, ready, and showing him nothing but love and support. He made Pinkie Pie go through several orgasms before his own came, and when it came it filled her to the absolute brim before she passed out; legs spread, goofy smile, and totally spent for the night. Next came Rainbow Dash, her cocky attitude and proclaim that she would make him cum in ten seconds flat fell to the ground faster than her at top speed. When Spike filled her womb with his potent seed, her lower half had already gone numb; she would spend the rest of the night with a dopey smile, much like Pinkie’s, laying on the floor after experiencing the best lay she had received to date. And a promise of more to come. Then had been Tempest Shadow, the Captain of Twilight’s Royal Guards (which numbered now in twenty! Ten of which were -Ex-Storm Guards that were loyal to Tempest in the first place). After the whole Storm King fiasco, Tempest was quick to prove herself as strong, capable, reliable, efficient, brave, and balanced. The two of them, and Starlight, had made a quick bond and became friends almost overnight; a connection the three understood perfectly for the other and Spike came to respect and admire the mare ever since. And now she was laying next to him, womb full of his cum, legs trembling, and satisfied with a glint in her eyes that hungered for more. Applejack was next, the ever trusty and always honest farm pony had been a tough ride, but it was a ride she couldn’t dominate. For all her stubbornness and brashness, she had been the one dominated by the dragon, fucked to the breaking point and left filled like the previous mares and hungry for a second serving if her worshipping his testicles was any indication of it. Starlight came after her. No proclaims of will came from her mouth, rather came the confession of love and care… and her permission to let him do whatever he wanted to her. And so he did, he fucked her hard, he fucked her deep, and her rutted her into oblivion. Her stomach had been visibly bloated by the volume of seed he had deposited inside of it. She barely had the strength to crawl to the chalkboard to cross her own name, for she did not trust her magic at the moment after being fucked silly. And now, it was Rarity’s turn. His love. His crush. His Lady. She was riding him lovingly, with absolute vigor and determination, but lovingly. Much like Starlight, and the rest of the mares so far, she confessed her feelings for him as he took a hold of her supple rear and squeezed it as she bounced on his lap; her beautiful breasts, third in size only after Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, danced with a hypnotizing rhythm he found oh so magnificent to witness. And after several glorious minutes, with her hips aching and visibly tired after being hit by orgasm after orgasm, Rarity smiled down at him with a naughty, sexy smile after begging him to impregnate her with his foals. It was only the gentlestallionly thing to fulfill his lady’s wishes. He painted her inner walls and womb with his white seed and came so much he felt his own testicles being nearly depleted as they worked to produce more and more life-giving cum. He merely registered Starlight crossing Rarity’s name from the chalkboard and caught a glimpse of a nervous yet aroused Fluttershy step up for her turn. After her, Sunset Shimmer would follow now back in Equestria since a few months prior. And finally… Twilight. His big sister in all but blood. A mare he loved with all his heart, and the one who longed the most to bare his foals. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her. It was only fitting, he mused, for his longest-standing and best friend, his big sister whom he loved with all his heart, to be filled by him and impregnated. Spike snorted; eager to continue this night and hopeful it would repeat itself again. And he knew the nine mares were thinking exactly the same. In a secluded room in Canterlot, Celestia, Luna, and Cadance watched as the usually shy mare eagerly took her place after Rarity was laid on the ground, unable to move a muscle while she basked in the afterglow. "Everything according to plan~" Celestia sang while she, her sister, and her niece masturbated watching the spectacle… and patiently waiting for their own eventual turn to come. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Ponyville's TeamTwo weeks later Spike found himself again surrounded by nine eager-to-be-bred mares. And again he found himself locked in the same room where that first night of passion and breeding took place. A room now aptly renamed ’Dragon Breeding Grounds’ by an overly eager Twilight. If that wasn’t enough, these nine new mares were also mares he had come to know in one way or another; all of them carefully selected and reviewed by his mother, Celestia, and approved by Luna. When he first entered the room he was greeted by the sight of these nine mares already naked and waiting for him. He was surprised to see who they were as his mother had wanted to save their identities as a surprise. And what a surprise it was! After a short talk with the mares, Spike came to know of their motives for offering themselves as mothers to his kirin foals. Arrangements had already been made and signed, such as Celestia’s and Luna’s promise that the Crown would generously support the soon-to-be breeding mares. At least, in some cases. Trixie’s motive was, if not childish, then certainly endearing. She liked Spike as a friend, but after Starlight told her what she had done, Trixie didn’t feel like leaving her best friend alone like that. And so, Trixie decided to carry a kirin foal alongside her dearest friend. Then came his old friend, Lyra, who confessed she always liked him and always kept a crush on him, much like Moondancer, Twinkleshine, Minuette, and Lemon Hearts did. He believed her alright, the way she was treating his sack was proof enough for him. And wherever Lyra went, Bon Bon followed. Or should he say Sweetie Drops? He didn’t know much about her true identity, but she was always friendly to him. She only stated that she would always support Lyra no matter what, even if that meant joining her in motherhood. Another duet of friends made their appearance, too: Vinyl and Octavia. Both famous musicians, both long-time friends, and both longing to embrace him ever since the day they all met in Canterlot all those years ago. Of course, he knew they were an item, but that never stopped them from teasing him with promises of one day bearing his foals. Now a future reality. Then came the oldest of the ’Flower Trio’, Roseluck. They had always been friendly towards him in an open manner, and while not quite close friends, Spike respected her and her sisters for their work despite their tendency for overreacting. Imagine his surprise when she told him she was a dragonphiliac and that she would do anything for a chance to bear his foals? How could he refuse her? The last three mares were the biggest surprise, however. Berry Punch, a mother already, had always been a fun mare to be around. Genuinely funny and caring, her drinking habit made her an endearing addition in every party, being a happy drunk had its benefits; perhaps that had been the main reason why the two of them were so quick to befriend the other. A benefit of being a dragon was his incapacity to get drunk with alcohol, which made him the perfect drinking partner for Berry. She offered herself for a steady lifetime supply of booze and because she was frustrated that he had never got her hints to rut her brains out before. Mayor Mare was far simpler and straightforward. She wanted a foal, end of story. But if she was going to have a foal, might as well be for the future of Equestria. And with someone she respected for his work around Ponyville and to Princess Twilight. And last but not least was Ditzy Doo, better known as Derpy, nickname given thanks to her clumsy nature. Spike could only describe her as an adorable and fantastic mother. Their friendship had always been very simple, but endearing. She, ashamed, admitted she did it for the bits; raising two daughters was not easy on her pockets. But she also confessed she wanted to be a mother again before she leaped and kissed him oh so tenderly. Now Spike found himself pounding at Derpy’s depths, the mare panting and moaning in delight as yet another orgasm coursed through her body, repeating over and over again she wanted his foal. He felt his orgasm nearing and with it Derpy’s wish. The night was just beginning. He had nine gorgeous, eager, beautiful mares to please, breed, and impregnate with his seed. Spike knew it was going to be a long night… or three. He needed to be sure that when they walked out of the room it would be with his offspring growing inside their wombs. Nine mares so close to his heart were already pregnant. These new nine mares would soon follow. And Spike knew this was far from over. On another room, three alicorn princesses watched as their plan continued onward undeterred. All three of them knowing their turn with Spike would come sooner or later. All they had to do was wait. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Fabulous TimeSpike had, at this point, lost any lingering doubts he had regarding this admittedly crazy plan. Okay, sure, thanks to recent events it was discovered that the Kirins had, thankfully, not gone extinct after all. But at the same time, their numbers were so low that that fact was basically worthless. With them having extended longevity thanks to their dragon heritage meant that all of the forty-six Kirins left alive were just that. Alive. Although his, ehem, quote on quote "mission" would be easier if the Kirins and their leader, Rain Shine, accepted to start bringing up their numbers with the aid of Equestria. Even so, he was still looking to several more sessions inside the ‘Dragon Breeding Grounds’; sessions that Pinkie Pie had renamed as 'Breeding Parties' after his second venture. In the end, the reason he no longer doubted his role in all of this was that it was for a greater cause much bigger than himself. It was for Equestria, and it was a noble endeavor. The fact that he had come to enjoy it was of little to no importance. So, here he was again, secluded with another batch of nine eager mares chosen by his mother. Or rather, seven of them had been chosen; the other two had volunteered themselves asking for no reward at all. He knew this after talking with them before beginning so he could understand why they were willing to bear his Kirin foals. And once again he was surprised to find that he knew these new nine mares, some more than others, but he knew them all. The first of these mares was the cheerful Sunshine Smiles, a regular client at Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique. Her motive was childish like herself: she thought it was time for her to be a mommy! He was surprised at her response. He’d always thought she was uninterested or just too preoccupied with being herself to ever think about motherhood ever since they became friends. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was Moonlight Raven’s sister. And speaking of her, she too was present. Unlike her cheery sister, she was gloomy and gothic with lacking social skills but a genuine eye for fashion, who also happened to be a regular at the Boutique. Her motive was that she too wanted a foal but neither she nor her sister knew who to ask for such a monumental favor where they would suffer no repercussions because of it. That is, until Rarity came into play and told them about the current event and the aid of the crown. Surprisingly, they both had rejected the crown’s aid. And unsurprisingly, at least for him, he discovered they had quite a close and special bond between themselves. But it seemed that Rarity’s influence had extended to two more mares. The third mare in the room was Sassy Saddles. Spike had always considered the tall and alluring mare as a friend over the years. Sassy had always shamelessly flirted with him almost since they got to know each other. One to not be outdone, he flirted back catching her by surprise, not used to be on the receiving end of the teasing he was sure. They had grown close thanks to Rarity, so when she confessed her genuine attraction for the dragon even before his growth spurt, the only thing he could do was accept her fully. And she had developed a certain taste for his seed, it seemed. The next mare was the first of the two volunteers: Coco Pommel. The petite and shy mare was also a good friend of his and one he knew held some sort of crush for him even after telling her his own feelings towards Rarity. He was surprised when she confessed she wasn’t looking to become his marefriend of anything of the like; she was simply heavily attracted to him. So when Rarity told her about the whole ordeal, Coco nearly begged the white unicorn to vouch on her behalf, and so, here she was. The remaining five mares, he did not expect. At all. Much less so Fleur de Lis, the famous supermodel, wife of Fancy Pants, and a mare he knew since he was but a hatchling. Why and how in Tartarus had Fancy accepted to this was his first question. Turned out that it was Fancy’s idea. The stallion was, sadly, unable to sire children of his own thanks to a disease from his foalhood. Fancy and Fleur were some of his closest friends before leaving Canterlot and had remained in touch with them over the years, and unlike most nobles, their friendship was genuine and not a ploy to please Celestia. Fleur told him they wanted a foal, and with this opportunity, they knew the time had come. After that, he’d be more than happy to help them. The sixth mare was Photo Finish, another good friend of him. Her reason was by far the simplest, even more so than that of Mayor Mare. She did it ‘For zhe art!’, she had said. Although he was sure there was some sort of personal… interest he wasn’t seeing. The seventh mare was yet another friend of his, one he bumped paths with when she was barely starting her career as a singer. In a small part, it was thanks to their friendship she had agreed to perform for Twilight’s Friendship Festival despite her busy schedule. And then he had spent days apologizing for the whole Storm King fiasco, though she DID let him introduce her for the opening song to show she wasn’t mad at him. So when she told him she wanted his foal, how could he refuse the overly eager Songbird Serenade, the mare he was currently balls deep inside? Of the nine mares present, Coloratura was the one he knew less about, though their relationship, while not outright friendship, it was something closeby and amicable. He really liked the mare, especially after renouncing her stage title of Countess Coloratura. He couldn’t quite put two and two together with her: on one hand, she said she was participating because Applejack told her about it, and if her dear friend was going to become a mother, then she would too to accompany Applejack, because she always dreamed of being a mother, and she would help Equestria while doing so. On the other hand, he was sure there was something else she wasn’t telling him but decided to not press the matter. Maybe she was similar to Coco Pommel and harbored some sort of crush towards him? And finally, there was… Raven Inkwell. Celestia’s personal secretary and assistant. A mare that had babysat him in her early teenage years more than once whenever Cadance wasn’t available. A mare he had come to love and see as his hard-working, strict-on-the-job but easy-going outside of it, dutiful, and brilliant cousin; even as a bigger sister more than once. Many believed it was Twilight or even Celestia who had installed in him his desire to be an assistant, but no. It had been Raven by merely him seeing how she performed her job the way she did. She was also the second volunteer of the nine present mares. Her motive was simple: she loved him. And like Twilight, after Celestia told her what he had agreed to do, she longed to bear his foals. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t blushed after her confession and found himself eager to impregnate her, too. As it is, as it were, they had just begun and they would be inside the room until all nine mares were properly bred just like the eighteen mares that had come before them. Spike didn’t know for how long this was going to continue, so he made a promise then and there. He wouldn’t allow himself to be changed from the gentledrake that he was. No matter what. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Mother's DayMotherfucker. Spike had never liked that insult, or curse words for that matter. But he could not deny the fact that at this point, at this very moment, he truly was a ’Motherfucker’ through and through in the most literal sense of the word. Three weeks ago he had lost any and all inhibitions about this plan his mother and aunt had come up with. He had already bred twenty-seven mares by now, all of them now confirmed to be carrying his foals, alongside several unknown crystal mares, most of them maids and guards, after his visit to the Crystal Empire last week. That visit was the reason these nine particular mares had gathered in Ponyville awaiting his return. Cadance, his dear, lovable, and always caring cousin had come up with the idea, perhaps inspired by the festive day he had come to pay a visit on. So, again, locked inside his Dragon Breeding Grounds with nine gorgeous and eager mares, he felt at peace and found himself to be equally eager or more so to put a baby Kirin inside them; even if he knew the mares and had an amicable bond with them. How in the world did their respective husbands allow them to be bred by him, he didn’t know nor cared at this point. Because yes, most of these mares were married and yet had volunteered themselves for their Princess’ most worthy and noble cause. All of them, except for one, were the mothers of one or two of some of his dearest, closest friends. The first one to be bred had been Cream Heart, the lovely and shapely mother of Button Mash. He’d known her ever since he and Mash started to hang out and play video games together. The mare had always been caring, a devoted mother, sweet, unafraid to voice her opinions, and was a gamer herself. Her sole reasoning for agreeing to be bred was because she wanted another foal to raise but her husband had been sadly left unfertile years prior. And, in her words, she was looking for a bit of a challenge, so maybe a baby Kirin would give her that challenge, after all, what could be worse than Button Mash? Then came Sunburst’s mom, Stellar Flare. While every single one of these mature mares were lovely, gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy beyond belief, Stellar Flare was the mare that best defined the term ’MILF’. She had always been flirty towards him, much to her son’s shock, and had been very, very suggestive in the past. So it came to no surprise when she told him she had a plan to raise the perfect Kirin foal. And honestly, the MILF had starred several of his wet dreams. Windy Whistles came as a bit of a surprise to him. She had never shown interest in anyone but her husband and she was universally cheerful, easy-going, and overall pleasing to hang around with. But the moment she revealed her reason, it all made sense. If her Dashie was going to have a Kirin foal, then she too was going to have one to support her daughter! And more shockingly, Bow had been totally on-board with the plan for some reason. Not that he minded, of course. Most surprising of all had been Posey Shy, better known simply as Mrs. Shy. She had been a nervous wreck, even worse than Fluttershy had ever been, and all he had gotten about her motive to be bred by him and give birth to a Kirin foal was something along the lines of a ’Desire’. Though he couldn’t make heads or tails about what that desire was, he had been blown out of the water by her ravenous hunger for sex. Fluttershy was wild during sex and loved to scream, but her mother was like a tireless succubus despite never being vocal about it. She more than made it up with actions befitting a cum hungry slut desperate for cock. And speaking of cum hungry sluts, Cookie Crumbles, mother of Rarity and Sweetie Belle, was an equal to Mrs. Shy’s hunger. Where Mrs. Shy was ravenous, Cookie Crumbles was insatiable. Out of the present mares, she was probably the second one whom he had interacted the most given his friendship with her daughters. He knew she was… promiscuous. Hondo loved to see her sleeping with other stallions and knew, by pure accident, that they had quite a close relationship with the Cakes. And her experience was vastly evident. Then… then came the big one. Twilight Velvet herself. The mother of Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor. An aunt in his eyes and a second mother in his heart. She had done a great job raising her children, partially including him as well. He could still recall her comforting him in lonely nights, holding him close and tight against her chest, washing his little body with her heat and affection. Did that stop him from breeding her, painting her walls and womb white with his seed? Absolutely not. He sucked on her tits, groped her ample butt, pounded hard and deep inside her all the way to her cervix, and held her close as he filled her with a bucketload worth of hearty dragon cum. Spoiled Rich was the next in the list. Though he never liked the nasty, controlling mare all that much, to be honest. She was hot, no doubt about that, but her personality was a turn-off. Though looking at her hungry eyes made him forget about her personality entirely. And her reason? Bits. She was doing it for the bits and social recognition. Out of the nine mothers, Aunt Orange was the one he hardly knew about. All he knew about her was that she was the mother of Babs Seed, loved her family, and was a minor noble. He could tell she was proactive and looked to be eager for her turn and had come to distract herself in other ways. Seeing two sexy mares share a passionate kiss was one of the hottest things Spike wholeheartedly loved to see play out. Finally, standing by her lonesome, was Cloudy Quartz, the mother of Pinkie Pie and her sisters. Whatever he had been expecting of the mare, it surely wasn’t an expressive and wanton mare that had initially begged him to bred her until she couldn’t move for an entire week. The usually stoic mare was quite affectionate in her own way and understanding, not to mention being as devoted to her daughters as Cream Heart was to her son. She had also assured him that until she birthed four foals to match her daughters, she wasn’t going to stop. Perhaps it was wrong to feel as horny and eager as he felt, but it simply felt right with him. He still didn’t know what his mastermind of a mother had in mind, but whatever it was, as long as he was able to love and care for his soon to be official thirty-six pregnant mares, he did not mind one bit at all. Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Mile High ClubIt was supposed to be a quick trip to Cloudsdale. All things considered, everything went without a scratch. No disasters occurred, no villains showed up, Discord didn’t make too much noise, and the ceremony itself was dull, but mercifully quick. The event in question was a presentation held by the Royal Pony Sisters in which they announced the official thirty-six pregnant mares to be held as brave, selfless citizens of Equestria: commoners, minor nobles, super-stars, the Element Bearers, and the Princess of Friendship/Magic herself. All equal in the dire and noble act of, at first, resurrecting the Kirin species from the dead; a task now changed to help Rain Shine and her few remaining Kirins grow their numbers and become more than a Protectorate of Equestria. Luna made a beautiful speech about the kind hearts of ponies everywhere, specifically pointed more at the mares, for sacrificing their time, bodies, and hearts for a cause greater than themselves. Spike couldn’t deny that his mother and aunt, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna themselves, were true twisters of words. Celestia, in particular, was an incredible Chessmaster and a true actress outside any actual play. It still bothered him, even if it was as a passing afterthought these days, that he couldn’t see what her actual endgame was. Though he couldn’t protest anymore as he found himself… strangely aroused and eager to impregnate more willing mares (and if possible, in some cases, re-impregnate some of the mares he had already claimed once their first Kirin foals were born). The slowly bulging bellies of the thirty-six mares now carrying his developing foals filled his heart with pride and joy. So, everything considered, what was wrong with impregnating more of these ’selfless citizens of Equestria’? Celestia and Luna must’ve thought the same, or rather had already planned everything and the announcement was an excuse to get him to travel to Cloudsdale. So much for that quick trip. Whichever the case, Spike didn’t mind. Here he was in a VIP lounge surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous Pegasi mares. And again, he knew every single one of these mares to a certain level; some were even close friends of his. He would be lying if he hadn’t had a few naughty dreams regarding one of the two twin sets of Ponyville. In this case, Flitter and Cloudchaser. Both mares had always treated him with nothing but friendliness and in quite a few occasions helped him or vice-versa with this or other task. Both of them were huggy and touchy-feely, and relentless teases towards their male friends, him included, just for the fun of it. So, when his growth spurt hit, they had attacked him with everything they had. And once Rainbow Dash and Derpy talked to them about their pregnancies, the twins wasted no time to tease him with promises of also carrying his foals. Now they were right on their way to fulfill that very same thing and Spike fulfilled one of his fantasies: scoring a couple of sexy sister-twins. Feeltfoot, on the other hand, was far more friskier and outgoing with no reservations about what she wanted. Simply put, she wanted to fuck a dragon. When it came to the Wonderbolts, Spike had the privilege of knowing them by name even before Rainbow made it into their ranks. One thing he never knew about the mint-coated mare was that she was a borderline nympho. The reason for her to want to fuck a dragon was, given the rumors about their endurance and stamina, to see if for once a male could finally satisfy her. If she ended up pregnant? Then that would be a plus for her! Spike was more than willing to step up to that challenge. Angel Wings was an… obvious sight. In fact, he had been wondering why the mare hadn’t shown up before. Since the first time he had met her as a Wonderbolt trainee, Angel Wings showed a clear and potent crush for him. Not to mention an admiration that rivaled that of the Crystal Ponies. Honestly, he didn’t know exactly why she showed such an overwhelming attraction for him, but at the moment he didn’t care. Less so when the pink and white-maned mare had promised him to bear as many foals as he wished. How could he refuse such a selfless offer? But Vapor Trail was strange for him. For one, he knew she had a coltfriend. And second, he knew they loved each other to bits. After a short talk, Vapor revealed she had the same problem as Fleetfoot and that Sky Stinger was ’open-minded’. Aside from that, she needed the extra bits and the support the Princesses provided the volunteers. Spitfire was similar in character to Miss Harshwhinny but with the forwardness and bluntness of Mayor Mare. He had known her since he lived in Canterlot, and in some ways, she was a sort of big sister figure to him. So to hear her reveal that she always had feelings for him after meeting years later when he’d moved to Ponyville was something Spike did not expect. And while he didn’t return those feelings he accepted her love and fulfilled her desires. The ever-lively and lovely Blossomforth was cheering them on to his right while he pounded Spitfire; his thick knot slapping against her wet folds while she moaned like a mare in heat. Blossomforth’s reason was perhaps the simplest of all: she had the hots for him ever since his growth spurt and wanted to have her brains rutted silly! While not the most pleasant mare to be around, Lightning Dust had stated that she wanted to make amends for her many past mistakes and that offering her body for a worthy cause was a good first step. Spike didn’t believe any of it as he was certain this was a way to get back at Rainbow Dash. Not that it mattered. Judging by Lightning Dust’s expression, whatever petty revenge plot she had starting out was now forgotten and replaced by her competitive nature. And finally, Sunshower Raindrops. The fun-seeking, enthusiastic jasmine coated pegasus better known as the friend and co-worker of Derpy. She was friendly to a fault, almost like Pinkie Pie and with a heart of gold similar to Derpy's. While not one of his usual friends, Sunshower was one of his favorite ponies ever due to her personality and only time restrictions stopped them from being true close friends. Her being there was simply tied to her desire to grow closer to him since she felt the same way he felt about her. Spike growled letting out a puff of smoke through his nostrils as he painted Spitfire’s vaginal walls and womb white with his flooding seed. The amount of hearty dragon cum was more than enough to ensure a successful impregnation. As Spitfire melted in his embrace, her orgasm making her cry out in ecstasy, Spike began to wonder just how many mares he was meant to impregnate with strong Kirin foals… and who would be next? Author's Note Special thank to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
Old Friends. New Faces.When Twilight, already showing a decent baby bump, told him their old friends from Canterlot had come to visit him, he knew from the get-go what the purpose of their visit was. What he had not expected was that some of the faces that had come from Canterlot, minus one, he had not seen in many years. Their initial talk was a calm, relaxing affair. They shared memories of the old days, funny stories, and ate some of his homemade cookies and refreshments during the exchange. Sure, Moondancer sat on his lap, Tree Hugger never stopped groping his crotch, and Minty Bubblegum and Beauty Brass didn't mind at all him fondling their breasts through their clothes. There was no shame and no pretense. They all knew what they were there and Spike had come to embrace it no matter the consequences; since said consequences would inevitably end up with another batch of nine mares pregnant with his hybrid foals. By the time they made it to his Breeding Grounds, their clothes were already lying on the floor, his dragonhood stood proud and ready, and nine clenching pussies were dripping their delectable nectar in anticipation. Lemon Hearts was the first. Fitting, all things considered. She'd always been the more rumbustious of the bunch and the first to try new things no matter how dangerous or wacky they seemed to be. She certainly proved it by the way she has nearly choked on his cock and reaffirmed her need to be fucked and bred and filled with a kirin hybrid. Just like Lyra had told him the four other mares from their original group harbored a deep crush for him. Spike was certain that at some point he'd see them again, and now that they were within his reach, he wasn't to let them go. Moondancer was next... the mare he had a sort of crush before coming to Ponyville. She spent the better part of five minutes doing nothing more than making out with him while riding his phallus as hard and deep as she could. She had proclaimed herself to be in love with him, that if she had to she'd wear a collar and be willing to be reduced to nothing more than a willing broodmare for him if that meant she could remain at his side. Her sincerity showed with the way she had taken in his entire knot, ensuring a full load of his warm cum to fill up her womb to ensure impregnation. He'd be lying if the idea didn't arouse him. Maybe he'd mention it to his mother the next time he'd see her. Certainly, the mare responsible for all of the events that'd occurred so far wouldn't deny him a little indulgence since he was pretty much a glorified stud? Minnuette had jumped at her turn with an eagerness he had only seen in Twilight, Pinkie, and Lyra before. More than anything she wanted a foal and she couldn't pass up the chance to finally confess her old feelings to Spike at the same time. The blue-coated mare now rested on top of Lemon Hearts' face; the hyperactive mare eating her friend's pussy out for all his seed. Next was the turn of Beauty Brass, the tubaist. Rather than friends, they were more along the lines of acquaintances or distant friends at best. Still, he had given advice and encouragement to the mare when she had been at her lowest, and now she was a famous musician in the same level as Octavia Melody. She had promised to return the favor one day, despite he had assisted a few of the concerts and presentations she had been part of in the past at her request. Her way to return a favor was an odd one. Not that he protested, of course. The only member of the group that hadn't come from Canterlot was Amethyst Star. One of Derpy's best friends and surely the reason why she was here in the first place. She was friendly and had always treated him right, their relationship was that of a casual friendship, no feelings were involved in between them. Still, the mare confessed she had grown envious of Derpy and how she 'glowed' with her baby bump growing steadily by the day. She was here to have one of her own. Her desire was sincere enough to make her reject the aid of the crown. Spike smiled seeing the recently well-fucked cunt of Amethyst, globs of his seed leaking out one after the other. The continuous obscene slurping noises Lemon Hearts made brought an idea to his mind. He picked up Moondancer and turn her upside-down before plunging his tongue inside her cum-oozing snatch. The taste of his cum was odd, not nearly as bad as he feared. But the marejuice of Moondancer gave it a tangy flavor to their mixed fluids that he found himself growing addicted to rather quickly. Judging by the pleased moans of the bushy-eyebrowed mare, she approved of his new-found tasty meal. Tree Hugger wasn't known for being impatient, but at this moment she was everything but her usual self. His cock was stained with his cum and Amethyst's nectar, but that didn't stop her from pressing her vaginal opening against his cum-covered cock. Some strands of his seed flew out and landed all over her wide, perfect ass. The only reason she had volunteered to the whole ordeal was thanks to Fluttershy and her convincing the nature-loving mare to 'help the cause'. He saw Minty Bubblegum, once a page for the nobles in Canterlot and a childhood friend, licking the strands of cum staining Tree Hugger's ass with desperation and thirst. She confessed she had always garnered a strong crush that danced on the edge of obsession for him. She had a small altar decorated with newspaper pieces and paparazzi photos showcasing him. Aside from Moondancer, she was the most eager and willing of the nine mares present to carry his offspring. Needless to say, she made the same offer as the nerdy unicorn had before her. It was odd to see Saffron Masala outside a cooking competition, but the sight was beyond divine. Truth be told, from the moment he'd met her thanks to Rarity, he couldn't deny she had an exotic attractiveness to her. Her motives were sad in a way. Her father had died a couple of years ago and ever since then, she had been lonely. Thanks to her restaurant, she couldn't find any time to date nor the security to have a child on her own. But the aid from the crown would come in handy to balance out her work and life to be able to lovingly raise a foal. He was more than happy to aid her in that task. Last but not least was Twinkleshine. She had been the most straightforward of the bunch in every aspect. She liked him, she wanted a foal, and she wanted that foal to be fucked into her belly by him and him alone. So far she hadn't said anything aside from her desires and cheering her friends. He was pretty sure she was some form of voyeur if the twinkle (Hah!) in her eyes as she watched the eight mares standing before her turn be impregnated by the dragon Prince of Equestria. Spike snaked his tongue back inside his own as he gently set aside Moondancer to properly get a hold of Tree Hugger's hips and thrust his dragonhood inside of her tight, inviting cunt. The night was still young and his duty to breed nine more gorgeous mares would take all of his efforts. Thankfully he had plenty of experience so far~ Author's Note Special thanks to everyone that read this! Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!
