“Celestia’s alabaster ass, this is taking forever…” Ink Ribbon sighed, lamenting his insane workload for what was likely the third time today as he ran a pale-silver hoof through his messy burgundy mane. “Do we really have to get this out before tomorrow? It’s already six!”

He yawned as he slowly scanned over the remaining sheets he had to type up and print for this newspaper, bright-copper eyes feeling overburdened. Poppy’s Printing Plaza covered newspapers, comics, books, made business cards on order, instruction leaflets, you name it; if it could be printed on some form of paper then Poppy could probably set up a department for it. The Plaza was most likely the best place to work in this part of uptown Canterlot, workers here being the best paid with great medical benefits covered and a great pension scheme to boot, so he wasn’t ungrateful for his job as the boss made sure ponies got decent amounts of rest and plenty of bits, but the heavy workloads and tight deadlines were something else entirely, it wore away at his sanity at times. He wished he could work down in the business card section, less to type in total and they had a really great beverage machine.

“Yes, we do.” Button Up nodded, returning to his runetype-machine.

His magic tack-tacked away at the keys after taking a sip of his wonderful coffee, quietly levitating it back down on the desk in a jade haze. He wasn’t one to complain like Ribbon, and he was smartly dressed too unlike him, as much as a stallion could be with just a shirt and waistcoat anyway, as he actually had his tie perfectly straight and the buttons of his shirt done up while Ribbon didn't really bother. His pale-green coat blended well with his dark-navy mane, making him appear quite professional looking with his formal attire. He considered Ribbon a decent friend, even if he annoyed him a lot when it came to the work they both always teamed up and sorted their problems together when need be.

Button side-eyed Ribbon. “If you hoof down and focus it’ll go much faster.”

“But it’s sooo boring!” Ribbon moaned, magically pressing the keys of his own runetype-machine with unenthused effort until the last he had page ended.

He pulled it free with bronze-coloured magic and placed a fresh stack of paper into its holding arm, ready to keep typing. RTM's were a small step up from the classic typewriter in that they didn't require a form of typebar that needed to be reset. A stack of paper could then be slotted into place, and a magical marking powered by gem magic floated over the top of the first page where a key would strike, naturally left to right, before it would immediately reset back upon reaching the far side. It cut out a small measure of time, though it wasn't nearly enough for his liking, and if one made a mistake the page would still require retyping.

He pouted as he looked around at Button. “Why can’t we get those new RTM-style things that you can endlessly type on and reverse issues with, with the magic screens that never end and no damn paper to be seen, what were they called, SMIDs?”

“Spell Matrix Input Devices, yes. They would be nice to cut down on work but they’re just prototypes anyway. There would still be paper too, you know, it would all need printing out once it's typed up. Besides, not only does Poppy not have any, we’re not qualified to work with them, we don’t know the spells to interact with their architecture to move things about and it takes training.”

“I suppose, yeah,” Ribbon conceded, looking perturbed. The page he was writing was one of at least fifty in this single article he was to write continuously. “Those things are cool though, save us a lot of time when they go into full production.”

“If they go into full production,” Button corrected him, using his magic to straighten his glasses while he still tapped away, the jade-colour winking out. “They’re trying to say in future developments that they’ll be able to help in other avenues of work beyond new forms of typing; streamlining spreadsheet data and complex mathematical formulas, solving most of it almost instantly with a press of a button. That’s a lot for any single magic construct to do unless a very large gem or two with sophisticated spell matrixes powers it, so it’ll be rather heavy with what would be needed and quite costly. I don’t see it working out, not at least in the near future.”

“Always such a neighsayer, dude. You’re more of a buzzkill than Integer upstairs in Marketing is,” Ribbon grunted at his co-worker, lightly bapping him with a telekinetically controlled ruler. “I reckon they’ll be the future, what with the magitech-link network they’re wanting to implement into telephones for mass connection, how soon will it be until these constructs have the same thing? Telephones were a massive breakthrough in communication though they're limited to how far the lines are laid, and gem phones while mobile only have a really basic link system to a set mass-matrix already, they only work within the city." He grinned at Button. "With these having that same sort of tech but evolved, we’d be seeing information being shared across huge distances in seconds, like a nationwide spider web that connects everything together, an interweb? Plus who says these things can’t do more, like… imagine if we could see more than just text on a screen, like what if we could see one another through them like a portal?”

Button sniffed with distaste, batting the ruler away as it tapped him again and seizing it in his own magical grasp, the ruler glowing green from copper as he placed it down gently on the desk. “You’re too much of an optimist. Think of the expenses of such a massive endeavour, setting up the infrastructure for that alone would bankrupt the treasury. Then think of the complications and trouble that could arise from that advancement in our society, the possible social change as being able to see another through your screen means you have no need to go out to see them, the thought sets a worrying precedent. Also consider that people are likely going to be put out of certain types of work with the advances making things obsolete even though the set-up will initially create jobs, you'll also have civil unrest from a population getting to grips with a new technology thrust upon them and then you'll have the newer generation adapting while leaving the older behind, unable to work in this newer world. Not to mention; other races are going to want a slice of that pie for themselves even if we were the ones managing to get it off the ground.”

“What do you mean?” Ribbon wondered, looking at him directly. “You know ponies would share this with others.”

“Yes, if we were the ones making the SMIDs. They're a creation of western-land ponies in Equinisi, not Equestria, and they don’t like sharing,” Button told him matter-of-factly, his tone keeping even as he continued after another sip of his coffee. “They’ve allowed a select few other than the Princesses a few prototypes to ‘bear their fangs’ if you will, and show us what they can do, what if they are allowed to continue doing will keep them ahead of Equestria technologically, which isn’t a bad thing really, I happen to encourage that."

“Why’d you say that? Them being on top is dangerous as we don’t know them too well, us being ahead of other nations so we don't get sidelined and allowing them tech is a win in my books.” Ribbon shrugged with a brief pause in his work.

“No, it's not. You think sharing technology is easy when it truly isn’t, and they have to do so carefully which means they can still be an important ally to Equestria,” Button said, looking at Ribbon with intent murky-green eyes as if he was being about as smart as a monkey. “You don’t think far enough ahead, and perhaps don't consider how the Diarchy moves. They’re keeping us from advancing too far too fast on purpose, keeping the populace placated by curating the technology of the world and allowing certain types of lesser advancement only as the public interest in it grows, only building on what already exists with the typewriter as a perfect example, or gem-powered carriages. In truth we’ve been stagnating as a nation for quite some time, the only reason the telephone was rolled out en masse to the people was because the cost was negligible, the infrastructure was easy to set up, and these magical constructs, the SMIDS, were being drawn up at the time, which the Diarchy saw as falling too far behind. I personally think it’s good that they’re not making us an unstoppable technological powerhouse.”

Ribbon clearly didn't see his co-workers' reasoning, an eyebrow raising. “But… why though? Us being further along than other nations in technology means we’re secure.”

“We’re already secure militaristically. We’re being kept slightly behind on the technological side because we’re the strongest nation on Equus with a wealth of magic to boot and nothing can touch us. Our Diarchy controls the celestial bodies of the planet and we have a fourth Princess that along with her friends can utilise ancient artefacts with untold power that only they can use, those two things alone gives other nations the sensible right to fear us. The Diarchy knows this and has carefully developed a huge trading network between several nations over hundreds of years, which ensures we don’t get cocky about our might, and those nations fear our might less because we’re just as reliant upon trade as they are.”

Button Press sighed, then stopping his work for a moment as there was a ping from the lift down the hall, glancing over his shoulder to the noise. “So why no big tech and massive push, you ask? Because us being on even hoofing with everyone else means we won’t be fucking stupid and blow them up. That would mean no more of these interesting advances like the SMIDs, no more innovation from the rest of the world, and no more of your ‘interwebs’.” He then looked at his mug of coffee that was nearly empty. “And no more of my delightfully ambrosial Equinisi-grown coffee bean imports, wouldn’t that be a shame? But alas my friend, as enlightening as this conversation has been to the state of your intelligence we have work to be getting on with, and our wonderous maiden of the office has arrived to brighten our otherwise gloomy day.”

“He’s a dude, dude,” Ribbon rolled his eyes, yet it didn’t stop his vision from going to the turn in the hallway that travelled from the lifts. “Will admit he certainly does look the part of a mare, though.”

“He’s a perfect beauty isn’t he?” Button mused, continuously switching between looking back and doing his work. “He has more than a mare’s curvature normally allows, and the femininity of a housewife to match. I do see you sneak glances.”

“I mean sure he’s… cute, but he’s still, yannow, male.” Ribbon pointed out with a slight flush of his features.

Button countered quickly, a small smile on his muzzle. “That doesn’t matter to me, nor to you either, I'd have thought? Besides, his exquisiteness and personality override the equipment in his ofttimes mareish underwear. He does wear a lot of frilly numbers that ride up on the hips.”

“Well I mean it’s not that he’s not good looking,” Ribbon began, before noticing the subject of their current talkpoint rounded the corner into their section, the usual cheeriness on his face clear to see. “It’s just that that...”

Spike the Dragon: Royal Assistant of Princess Twilight Sparkle, Ambassador of the Dragonlands, the Hero of the Crystal Empire, recently also a Friendship Ambassador, and very recently now an office assistant at Poppy’s Printing Plaza; was rather cutely crouching down to fish out a stack of paper from the utility trolley he had, smiling and contently humming to himself as he moved along to music playing in his finned ears, connected to an older model gem-player hooked on his jeans.

Ponies and pretty much most creatures didn’t usually wear any clothing except for work or special occasions, yet Spike always did and it frankly seemed downright erotic as it hid the drake’s trappy naked form from view and left almost everything to the imagination, even with the clothing looking almost sprayed-on. His slender upper body that sported some slight perky bumps upon his chest was covered in a short-sleeved and form-fitting green hoodie that didn’t reach his midsection, giving a very tantalising view of his sleek toned navel, which lead downward into just as equally tight black jeans that looked as if they were struggling to hold the immense curvature of his broad hips and taut against the fair bulge in the front.

When he turned about to grab some extra things from the side of the cart it was clear the jeans were utterly strained all the way around and really couldn’t go up any further past his undeniably ample posterior, and were stopped anyway by the huge fleshy tail that snaked down to the floor. Even with an interesting securing clasp atop his tail to keep the jeans in place, both the clasp helping hold the jeans up and the thick tail did very little to hide the just-visible split being created between the two large malleable cheeks when his active tail swished from side to side, or the enticing pink underwear that rode up between them and rested ─much as Button had thought─ on his round hips above the hem of his jeans, underwear of which was most certainly meant for mares. The skinny jeans snugly trailed down his generously thick thighs and long shapely legs to dainty clawed feet that were tip-toeing around as he started to distribute what was quite likely the department's next work assignment.

“...That’s not fair, dude. No guy should make me feel like this,” Ribbon shakily breathed out as a heat slowly built up within his lower abdomen, not exactly trying his best not to focus on the dragon’s wonderfully massive bottom that could probably cause death-by-facesitting as he then bent over to pick up one of the pieces of paper that had flown free of the stack, unintentionally mooning them with a slight extra peek of booty as the jeans revealed more of the mareish underwear.

"Methinks thou doth protest too much," Button smirked a little, leaning in close. "You often don't when-"

It was then their conversation abruptly stopped as the petite dragon came over to give them ─as Ribbon had thought─ a new work assignment from upper-management, probably for the coming week. His breath slightly hitched in his throat as he saw Spike was wearing a different type of make-up today that really emphasised his gorgeous emerald eyes, the black mascara and eyeliner evenly framing them that flicked out into pointed wings, with a heavy hint of eye-shadow and some pretty lip-gloss finishing the look. It made him incredibly seductive, and Ribbon had a feeling that Spike didn’t actually know just how alluring it made him when combined with his sensual girly features, that cute pointed chin and dainty snout, the long green head-spines that looked so soft to the touch like a mane, those wide innocent eyes looking at him inquisitively…

Spike was looking at him.

“Are you alright, Ink Ribbon?” Spike curiously asked, his mouth shaped in a cute little ‘o’ that really drove Ribbon to wonder if he wasn’t doing this on purpose. “You look really pale, would you like a glass of water?”

Ribbon still tried his best to ignore that on top of the fact that he was possibly the most beautiful creature in Equestria next to the Princesses, that this wonderful sexy male drake had an extremely lovely honeyed voice that belonged to divinity.

“I, uh…” was all Ribbon managed to say.

“Spike, you’re looking absolutely ravishing today if I do say so myself,” Button spoke up, having noticed Ribbon had apparently crashed. “Stunning, my beauty. New make-up too, am I to guess?”

Spike blushed at the compliments, making himself even cuter in the process as he shyly looked down for a moment. Recovering, he looked back up to Button, nodding with a polite and enthusiastic smile. “Yes! One of my friends. She taught me how to do it, she’s really good with make-up and fashion. I appreciate you noticing, Button.”

“Simply divine. I do agree that our friend here does need some water, or a drink at least, and if it’s not too much trouble might I bother you for some more coffee?” Button gave a genial smile as his eyes very carefully drank in all of Spike’s shapely form from head to toe.

“Oh, of course!” Spike beamed, gently stepping away and smoothly turning on one foot, giving them an excellent view of his rear-end up close, before pivoting back on the same foot towards Button with a curious pout on his full lips as his tail swished behind him to balance the smooth motion. “Did you want that Equinisi stuff?”

“Indeed, beautiful. You know me so well.” Button winked one murky-green eye at him.

“Laying it on really thick,” Ribbon muttered, finding his voice again and arching an eyebrow to the things Button was saying, then trying to talk while focusing on Spike’s pretty face and not his stunning body. “Uh, I wouldn’t mind some tea actually, if that’s no trouble.”

“None at all,” Spike laughed sweetly, the sound pleasant to the ears. “Milky and one sugar?”

“...Yeah.” Ribbon chuckled, partly surprised.

“I remember these things.” Spike smiled warmly, tapping the side of his head with his index finger and smoothly facing about, putting his music back on. Ribbon and Button both watched, entirely mesmerised by the soft bounce of his voluptuous derriere and the sashay of his door-jamming hips, as he gracefully walked away to the kitchen area with his lengthy tail slowly waving behind him.

“Perfection.” Button whispered in Ribbon’s ear, turning back to his assignment.

Ribbon managed to pick his jaw up off the floor and return to his RTM as well, noting that he actually felt much more energetic than before, the gorgeously petite femboy having partially refreshed his spirit and lit a fire in his gut. Noticeably it was a point of some embarrassment and shame that he was now sporting a rather sizable erection from the encounter, his thick cock hardening up and starting to throb and stick out like a sore hoof. It made him wish stallion office fashion extended a little more beyond a shirt and waistcoat. He quickly shuffled himself forward in his seat so he could hide it under the table from possible prying eyes. With any luck it’d go away soon enough, he needed to stop thinking about the sexy effeminate drake, otherwise he wasn’t going to get anything done. The sheer thought of Spike underneath him and taking his full throbbing length, the smaller trappy male moaning his name in earnest as his meaty horsecock pounded that tight little hole and slapped into that thick jiggling bottom…

Dammit.

This was going to be a long evening.

“Thanks, Spike!”

“Lovely as always!”

“You make the best mochas!”

“Thanks for the tea, Spike!”

The compliments he got always made him swell with pride at just how much effort he put into helping everyone around the office. It was a really great place to work and he’d met so many nice people here, everyone was always so cordial towards him with a level of kindness he only used to get from the girls, Ponyville, or the crystalline from the Empire. In recent years as he aged he’d gotten a great deal more respect which he was glad for as people took him more seriously now he wasn’t a simple childish dragon anymore.

Twilight had always said he was a natural at making people comfortable and being a number one assistant, so he thought that he could get a proper job that paid a wage. Twilight had thought it an excellent idea to move up in the world and the next thing he knew he’d gotten an interview here at Poppy’s. That was a number of months back now. He supposed it paid to be a Princess's assistant for most of his childhood?

It certainly impressed Poppy to have that on his résumé, Royal Assistant to the Princess of Friendship had quite the ring to it. Along with all of his other titles gained from what he’d seen as a mostly normal young life and Twilight vouching for him to boot, he’d practically been hired on the spot. It did help that the office lacked assistants needed for errand running, apparently it wasn’t a very popular job, which was weird because he found it very rewarding.

He had a lot of duties that a normal pony would be unable to keep up with, being able to go for hours on end helping everyone was something he could do with great ease, especially if he was listening to music on his gem-player. The Plaza was very large and covered at least four different buildings spanning over thirty floors all equally massive and full of workers, tirelessly creating in their respective departments to make what was needed for the public, and they all needed assistance in the form of refreshment, errand running between co-workers, and regular restocking of supplies, all so they could focus on their work. He was fairly sure he almost single-handedly managed at least two of the office buildings by himself on a near daily basis.

He smiled sweetly at a mature zebra mare that accepted her coffee with a friendly wink, thanking him and brushing her hoof along his outer thigh. She was one of the bold ones that preferred to show physical affection of her thanks, which wasn’t entirely uncommon. He remembered that when he was younger Twilight would hug him close and kiss him goodnight, and people showing a warm gesture like a soft caress reminded him of that.

Then he got the flat of a hoof on his backside from a younger stallion, it was just a quick pat but it made his face burn a little as his sizable bottom jiggled from the slight impact. That one was actually slightly more common as of late though it wasn’t exactly upsetting, it was just a case of ponies being silly and either playing around or showing their gratitude in a kind of forward manner.

It was nice to be shown affection, even if it was just good-natured ribbing.

Plus it was kind of his fault, he’d been eating a lot lately and for some reason it always seemed to gravitate towards his hips, butt, thighs, and a little to his chest on occasion too which thankfully hadn’t happened too much. Despite that, it seemed he never actually got fat in an unpleasant manner, which made him a prime target for being playfully slapped on the bum or have his thighs squeezed, maybe a few looks to his ‘boy bumps’ as some people called them, and it was something of a running joke between the offices from what he knew or overheard every now and then.

He really didn’t mind though, it was all in good fun.

Sometimes he considered it to be fun in other ways too, like Button Up and Ink Ribbon earlier. Button was forward in an entirely different manner to nearly everyone else and would always be so flowery with his words, and often smelled of many different types of flower as he never kept to one type of fragrance. He would never lay a hoof on him while showering him with compliments to the point where it was almost a game between them to see just how verbose he could be, it was really endearing.

Ribbon on the other hand was always so flustered and he wasn’t sure why, but Button would tease him for it a lot and that was highly entertaining, he’d have to ask the reason when they weren’t super busy. Ribbon was a good guy with an honest scent that just seemed a little trapped in a self-made bubble, maybe Spike could help delicately pop it one day and make him feel really relaxed.

He liked those two.

When he eventually came into the last section of the top floor offices and went past a few fancy desks, he quietly gasped as one of his lower cheeks was actually groped this time, and rather tightly as well, the soft combination of muscle and fat being kneaded for just a second or two by who he was facing away from. Spike sharply pulled away when the clawed thumb of that playful hand slyly grazed at a particular erogenous spot under his fleshy tail, and attempted to slide beneath the underwear into the slender valley that travelled down between the two great hills towards a certain protruding area.

“Gaillardet!” Spike blushed violently as a tingle jolted through his lower body and up his spine, his ears folded as he shot an annoyed frown that just came off as a coy pout as he pulled his earbuds out. “Being a little too fond aren’t you?”

“Not at all, little dragon. How can I resist such a splendid form when you tempt me so?” The smartly dressed gryphon charmingly smiled with his compact pointed beak, he wore a black suit and red tie that complimented his stark white exterior feathers and silver down. His golden head-feathers were smartly trimmed and slicked back as usual, and he simply smelled as powerful and attractive as he looked with the right amount of scented wingwood oil likely applied around his neck.

“I tempt nothing,” Spike stuck his long fleshy tongue out at him, whipping it back in when Gaillardet made a move to grab it between his index finger and his thumb. “Do you want another cup of tea, you look about empty.”

Gaillardet glanced at the large cup with nothing but the dregs of his last caffeine hit resting in it, and quickly let his eyes travel back over Spike’s sumptuous shapely body. “Ah, yes. That would be… appreciated.”

Spike carefully eyed him with a marginally coquettish look as he wrapped his supple hands around the girth of the mug after putting the buds back in, Gaillardet piercingly keeping his gaze even with a suave smile as he did so. Spike gently laughed and nimbly stepped back as Gaillardet slowly snaked his clawed hand towards him, though he let his thick tail slide through the gryphon’s hand as he walked away.

“Marquis Grey, half-a-teaspoon of sugar, no milk.” Spike said cooly, knowing he was quite right. He yelped and hurried along as the refined gryphon deftly reached out with a hearty confirmation slap on the other bouncy cheek that hadn’t been assailed with a rough fondle.

Spike was also rather fond of Gaillardet, he was similar to Button with his flowery words but did seem greatly more sure of himself in certain aspects. He was definitely more of a hands-on sort of creature, and taller than most. Ponies tended to come up to just past his waist on all fours, and stallions were generally a bit taller than him standing on their hind legs, with mares coming about at eye level. Gaillardet when standing straight however, towered over him by at least a head and a half, which involuntarily made his knees go weak and his tummy flutter. It was an odd feeling, and a part of him wondered what a warm embrace from the gryphon would feel like, to lean his head against his chest.

As Spike made his way across the room to the kitchenette in this part of the office he collected more cups and mugs along the way, subsequently being felt up much more than he had been on the lower floors, though he supposed he was more well known on the uppers as he visited the boss a lot, one of the mares in a curve-hugging suit even using her magic to be very affectionate and igniting her horn, where he’d felt a very smooth gentle force on the inside of his jeans that teasingly caressed and stroked at his dick.

He let out a soft moan at the contact and hurried along as swiftly as he could, reddening more than he had when Gaillardet had attempted to slide his thumb between his buttocks; it seemed the entire office was very cherishing today…

The simple stimulation hadn’t lasted very long but it had been rather intense, the magic had... stroked over the head of his penis and under the foreskin, a rather clever use of telekinesis. He’d focused on making hot drinks and remembering what everyone wanted, though having been the centre of everyone’s attention, having been gently or roughly squeezed, caressed, stroked, and played with by hoof, magic, or claw alike; it all always caught up eventually and now he bore quite a formidable erection himself under the tight woven denim of the jeans, which was lewdly tenting quite an immodest bulge.

This did happen sometimes, and he didn’t not enjoy it, it was just that he couldn’t be at his best when his mind was elsewhere thinking of his arousal and the need to deal with it. His jeans being quite silky, they tended to cause a small amount of excitement with each movement that invitingly tugged and smoothed at his nethers, and right now each touch jolted like electricity through his groin and made it feel as if an invisible key in his back was being wound with every step taken.

His heart was pounding and his breathing was getting heavier, very quickly he glanced around to see if anyone was around, his ears angling to catch anypony coming along, and thanked Celestia he was alone. The rising heat in his middle that spread through his lower half was fogging up his mind and making him think of doing just terrible naughty things right in the middle of this kitchen’s space, the only thing hiding him from view being a few cosmetic low walls.

No one was around… no one would see or know…

He breathed deep.

Very very slowly and carefully, Spike painstakingly tugged down at the zipper of his almost sprayed-on jeans, the bottoms being so snug that as the zip descended his moderate drakehood pushed out, the firm rod of flesh having pulled free of his erotic underwear that failed to contain it. That was always a battle such garments lost seeing as they weren't meant for males, not that he much cared. He was fully erect and the pink glans was poking free of its protective foreskin, it was glistening with his lust, and his testicles ached with his need to orgasm. This was so naughty, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this yet the lascivious feelings were overwhelming and his petite hand went straight to the shaft, giving it a quick squeeze and sending electricity through his lower body and down to the tip of his tail, which made him elicit an extremely low moan that he stifled rather well.

Despite his overpowering lust the small voice of reason in the back of his mind was slowly but surely managing to wrest back control, so after a few short pleasurable strokes of his cute trapdick, the fear of being caught red-handed came flooding back and he worryingly tucked his privates back into panties as best he could and immediately closed his jeans back up.

He promptly ran the hot tap in the sink and rinsed off the precum that he’d scandalously leaked on his hand and on the floor, noting the slight damp patch in the front of his underwear that he felt with every step he took, though he was more worried about the cloying scent of it and hopefully it wouldn’t cling to him long enough that others sensed his heightened libido.

Before he actually made what everyone wanted to drink, he gave his hands a proper wash and readjusted his jeans after sorting the section of the floor he'd leaked some emission onto. Giving it a few moments after everything was done he strolled out of the kitchenette with the carrier and a happy smile on his face, most of the lustful thoughts he’d had buried under the need to do his job as perfectly as he always did.

“Took your time, gorgeous,” Came a comment from Gaillardet, the gryphon eyeing his slender body as he drew near, giving an interested nose to his lower body which Spike hoped wasn’t a telltale sign of anything. He gave Spike a warm smile as he handed the attractive gryphon his specific tea, the handsome smile carrying a certain charm that told Spike there was something more to the simple gesture. Gaillardet took a careful sip and nodded. “Lovely as always, the tea as well.”

With a brief roll of his eyes and a good-natured wave, Spike carried on, putting his music back on and distributing the hot drinks through the office to their rightful places until his laden cart was bare and free. He gave a contented hum and turned back towards the kitchenette, it wasn’t quite seven yet and it was always at seven that the boss liked her pepper-upper on the days where her shift was longer.

Now, this kitchenette in particular had a special compartment under the left cupboard.

Some knew about it, but most likely assumed it was for cleaning supplies, and those in the know didn't touch it, and not only could they not touch it; they couldn’t access it. Only Spike was allowed to do that, he'd had to tell them when they tried getting at it. Gently putting his hand down his hoodie he fished out a small unsuspecting key on a simple necklace from within the top underneath, unclipping it from the woven fabric and quickly unlocking the restricted drawer.

The reason that only he was allowed to access it was because this drawer contained Poppy’s special caffeine blend and her treats, and he was their keeper.

Grabbing one of the sachets inside along with one of the packaged treats Poppy had ordered specifically from a special bakery in downtown Canterlot, Spike locked the drawer back up tight and placed the key back inside his hoodie on its cord, the metal resting snugly between the soft rises in his top. It didn’t take very long to make the personal infusion of tea, coffee, and hot chocolate, though it did require extras; such as the three teaspoons of sugar, a teaspoon of cinnamon, a splash of milk, and some mini-marshmallows. It was overkill on sweet and his senses, but it was just the way she liked it.

Placing it on his cart along with the confection, Spike rolled around to the stretch of space behind the small kitchen-area that was separated by a large artsy tinted-glass wall, to a far more robust and darker one of fractal crystal across the stretch of carpet, of which through the hazy screen he could only just about make out his boss’s imposing silhouette comfortably sitting behind her large desk thanks to his heightened draconic eyesight. The layout of this section was built just so; she could see everyone in this department on all sides of her clear as polished crystal, while she sat at the back of the floor and no one could see her within. Not only that but if ever she called someone to her office to talk, the room was magically soundproof unless she wanted to cast her voice out of the room with a spell, so generally no one could hear or know if what was being discussed boded ill or good for the culprit.

Poppy was an excellent boss and everyone would generally say to him that she was a stern, albeit very fair employer that paid a good wage, but Celestia forbid if anypony angered or crossed her in any way, shape, or form. It tended to have the effect that the entire upper floor would become oddly silent when she purposely summoned an individual rather than a group.

Such things didn’t worry Spike... much.

After taking his earbuds out, he wrapped them around the player and placed it on the cart as it tended to annoy Poppy when he had the buds in. He then curtly wheeled around to the door of her office and politely knocked twice. A few employees over to his right eyed him with curiosity momentarily and returned to their work shortly after.

“Come in, Spike.”

Obviously she’d seen him through the smoky crystal walls, and if the poised smile on her face wasn’t enough then her tone was telling him she was amused. He knew she would prefer he just came right in, however he always preferred to knock because she was in charge of him and she was very deserving of his respect. She was also very intimidating when she wanted to be, as she did once attempt to take over Equestria for the Storm King, after all.

Tempest Shadow, also very rarely known by her actual name of Fizzlepop Berrytwist, and of course now her business name ‘Poppy’; was neatly sitting behind her ornate, opaque crystal desk with an impish smirk on her muzzle as she fixed onto him with teal eyes, her shocking fuschia mane still much the same if a tad longer and the striking scar over her left eye just as prominent, her jagged horn intimidating and her rich mauve coat sleek and velvety. She absolutely reeked of feminine beauty and power amidst her subtle usage of lavender perfume, something she'd never bothered to use until Twilight had gifted her a bottle on her birthday, and every one after since they officially became friends at the Friendship Festival that Tempest had tried to crash.

Her previously standard armoured bodysuit she'd worn back then had been replaced by a formal suit and skirt, at least in the office. It hadn’t taken her very long to acclimate to society again, she was a natural born leader and a very smart and deductive thinker, precisely using her gifts to gain a strong hoofhold in the business sector where innovation had been lacking, and created a thriving printing firm that outclassed everything else currently on the market.

“Got my pep?” Tempest asked, clearly looking at it on the trolley where it sat.

“Yes, Ma’am. Your usual, I hope it’s up to your expectations.” Spike smiled sweetly, attentively picking it up with utmost care and placing it before her on the vacant coaster at the edge of her desk, smoothly easing it toward her and avoiding her paperwork, and then laying the treat next to it as well.

“It generally always is, Spike,” She fiendishly purred, her striking teal eyes fixing onto his own with such intensity he felt forced to look away in a blush a terse few seconds of direct contact later. Her horn sparked as the broken piece ignited, dying out once she’d lifted, taken a long sip, and lowered the mug with a smile. “...And of course it is.”

She didn’t speak for a few moments as he stood there, his tail swishing with minimal agitation, with her gaze focused on him and travelling up and down his curvy figure, only stopping to zone in on a certain part. He said nothing as she smiled and unwrapped her delicacy, intently keeping her vision on it.

“I really do enjoy these cupcakes,” Tempest commented, taking a slow bite of the confection that was followed by another mouthful of her drink. “Pinkie does make some excellent sweets.”

“Yes, M-”

“Spike, come here.” Tempest said, not taking her eyes off the prize.

It wasn’t a request.

A tightness blossomed in his chest as he delicately toed over to the desk she was still tucked into, a fuzzy warmth beginning to rise in his groin and lower abdomen again when Tempest didn’t stop her ogling even when he stood right before her. In her chair she was low-down and comfortable, so her face was only just higher than his crotch. He gently breathed in and clenched his hands together as she leaned over and pressed her nose against his barely concealed package, breathing in his scent with a pleased hum.

In this situation he was entirely at her mercy because he tended to lose his ability to think straight, which was customarily how it was when alone with her in her office and she was on the prowl. Sometimes she would have her pepper-upper and send him on his way, other times, well…

Tempest was currently using her teeth to undo his zipper.

...Other times, she wanted a much more special treat.

The zip was deliberately edged down at a snail's pace, and Tempest’s head was angled to the side so she could lock her eyes with his own, giving a small raise of her brow; she was fond of letting him know that despite her wanton inclinations, at this juncture there was one last chance to back out if he so wished, but he never did. He simply kept his gaze level and heavily blushed with a shy smile, that was all the information she needed.

The link was fully opened then, his snug meaty pecker whipping free and unintentionally booping Tempest on her snoot, she chuckled and rested her thick lips against the pink cusp that was pushing free of the foreskin as he fully hardened. Her horn ignited again and he was pulled towards her as she fiercely undid the top button of his tight-fitting jeans, making it easier to access him. She tugged them down until his entire package, and his massive bottom were free of their confines, and smacked a hoof against one of the supple jiggly cheeks.

He yelped and jerked forwards, which was exactly what she wanted, popping the tip of his dick into her waiting mouth. Spike couldn’t stop himself from lightly moaning as her tongue played with his glans and deftly teased under and around his foreskin, the sensitive flesh there being pushed back with her lips so she could have at his entire head, her tongue smoothly dancing over it with each ministration sending electricity down his spine and through his inguine to the tip of his tail.

His hands clenched and he continued to release small gasps of pleasure while Tempest gradually bobbed further forward onto his hefty length, both of her hooves were kneading the soft hills that were his arse, and he could feel the tight warmth of her throat encapsulating his size until her nose was pressing against his lower abs. Even then she squished her hooves deeper into the flesh of his ample buttocks and took an extra centimetre or two, a low vibrating sigh of bliss emanating from her as she gently deepthroated and the telltale smell of her feminine arousal filled the air, while rhythmically rocking his hips back and forth with minimal input from himself.

She didn’t gag once.

Tempest did need to breathe however, so she eventually relented and leisurely eased herself off of his broad cock, letting it free with a soft wet pop while taking in a few lungfuls of air and smiling as if she’d simply enjoyed a mouthful of her drink. She gladly gave over a few minutes of lavishing his smooth scrotum with attention, lovingly running her tongue all over each of the cute orbs and tenderly sucking on them, a hoof gently massaging his glans and shaft until she then decided to relent.

“We’re doing that again in a moment. You are very tasty today, Spike, you’re keeping to your diet regimen,” she grinned, briefly going back to running her silken tongue over his dick and suckling on its end to milk his copious amounts of precum.

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am,” he groaned as she kept administering him, gasping and jumping just a bit when she immediately gave one of his great halves a firm smack, sharper than just a normal one. He understood his error immediately and corrected it. “M-mistress.”

“Good boy.” She purred from his cock, running her tongue over its ample length again.

He really liked it when she called him by pet names, or referred to parts of his more marely anatomy in girly ways despite that he was male, it was blatantly erotic and made him feel quite sexy, every word sent a heat to his core and made his cock twitch. At this stage he was already drifting through a thick mist of arousal, being quite enraptured by her spilt mare juices wasn’t helping either, but that was exactly what Tempest wanted from him.

“Now, fuck my face,” she ordered, placing her hooves in her lap while keeping her head turned towards him and giving her lips a good lick to wet them. She noted the hitch in his breath. “Do it now, boy.”

Not that Spike didn’t enjoy the act, it felt amazing to languidly push his thick member down her warm velvety throat, though it always worried him that he’d end up accidently doing her harm as she would generally never stop him when he looked like she was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen. She wasn’t one to admit defeat and she did actually thoroughly enjoy that feeling of suffocation, at least with his genitals; a concerning level of indulgence that made her incredibly horny and sopping wet.

Such an extreme was her idea of beginning foreplay.

“Yes, Mistress…”

Taking a tentative step forward so he could keep her steady, Spike gently took a hold of her ears while the tip of his dick pushed against those big cushiony lips, ever so kindly squished out and slightly parted. The shift from room temperature to her hot mouth was instant as he carefully eased himself onto the soft caress of her tongue, the wet organ quickly taking to attacking the underside of his glans and shaft as the rest of her mouth encompassed the rest of him, once again until he felt her muzzle reach his base and his tip snugly resting deep in her gullet where it made her throat bulge outward, one of his ears flexing a little as his hearing picked up the heavy dripping of liquid onto the carpeted floor.

He started to gradually move his broad hips, delicately pulling his girth from her hungry maw with a carefulness he knew wouldn’t be able to continue for much longer; her tender muscle was striking all around his shaft with impatience as he mostly left her mouth and carefully pressed back in. She’d likely tell him to be much rougher with her if he didn’t start soon, as she had done before, but much to his surprise as he carried on taking it slowly she didn’t do that at all.

Instead, she opted to coerce him into doing it by playing to his kinks.

His excitement utterly skyrocketed and his heart rate likewise soared when one of her smooth hooves moved to the underside of his shaft where a small mess of saliva and his precum was starting to spill from her mouth, glazing the flat of her hoof with the fluids as she navigated under his cute sack to between his legs and tail, while her jagged horn crackled to life and he felt his two massive cheeks being gently parted, and his erect nipples ensnared.

She’d done this just once in the past month, and he’d loved every blissful second of it, so it seemed she was playing to it again for his sake.

Spike gasped as his insanely sensitive, incredibly tight, and minorly protruding cute button of a hole was just stretched ever so slightly as her magic tugged his halves a little further than need be, and the warm sole of her hoof pushed with a gentle amount of force against his small exit. He let out a series of smaller gasps and moans as his boy-bumps were mercilessly teased, and released a much more profound groan of pleasure when her magic then nudged at his passage with a lovely form that was comfortably phallic and pliable.

Persisting in his efforts, he lowered down into her gullet with a renewed interest, doing his utmost to ─and absolutely failing─ not exclaim or cry in sheer delight when the shaped spell began to cautiously penetrate and vibrate. It silkily inserted inside of him without harshly distending his virgin opening or robbing him of his virtue, intensively sliding in deeper until its smoothness pressed into what Tempest liked to call his ‘love button’.

“M-mistress, yes!!”

The high-pitched squeak of elation he cried out would have alerted the entire upper floor had the room not been soundproofed. He faltered in moving his cock as she giggled, vibrating around his girth, and he definitely felt himself discharge a large amount of precum that she gladly drank down. It was purely amazing, his length down her throat, the magical force tweaking his chest, the tantilising tremour against his prostate. The pulse was adamantly kept at his cadence by Tempest, so the greater he thrust the harder it would thrum and press; she wanted him to be forceful.

He wanted his prostate pounded, and his and her prominent lusts only increased as he somewhat regardfully initiated pumping even faster, as much for her as for him. The worry at her discomfort abated if only for a time, the niggling thought at the back of his mind kept in quiet consideration, but vastly buried by his moans and surging need to fill her throat with his spunk while he was rhythmically hammered and teased by her spell.

Gaining some extra speed as his desire acutely amped up, he eagerly thrusted faster which caused her to raise a pleased growl. The lewd, wet noises of his sodden member rapidly entering and exiting her mouth wholly escalated and became vastly louder as he was now truly fucking her face as per her demand, and she was rather enjoying herself with it if her broadly intoxicated moaning, fluttering eyelashes, and rough suckling was anything to go by, and he knew if he saw her marehood she’d be an engorged, puffy-lipped mess of fluids.

For the briefest of moments he paused, scarcely allowing her a second or two to snatch a meagre amount of oxygen before plunging his length back down into her eager waiting throat and resuming his quick pace to please himself from both sides.

He was getting very close to his climax now, and she knew it too when his thrusting sped up a fraction higher, and his breathing grew heavier with the occasional jolt in his rhythm. She joined further into his tempo by easing herself off when he would leave her and force herself back on when he would sink back in, working at his speed with great control and changing the spell to pinch his nipples tighter and now double-tap his button with every instance. Spike groaned as he felt himself surging, the pressure that rushed through his lower body was growing exponentially; the sensation on his entire member and the magic that wracked his voluptuous body was too great.

“Mistress, I-I…”

She hummed her approval.

When he couldn’t endure any more he cried out in ecstasy and thrusted as strongly as he could, he deeply sunk his cock down into her waiting throat as the phallus behind took up a new rapidly vibrating pulse and grinded itself into his prostate with such intensity his tail involuntarily curled. The swollen head of his dragonhood exploded with hot cum, shooting a torrential flood of continuous sticky oversized bursts with every throb, his loud pleasurable mewling not stopping as he kept pumping and his snug passage clenched around the invading toy.

Tempest was having a magnificent time as Spike kept discharging ample amounts of semen into her throat, so much so that it overflowed when he eventually began to wind down and his shaft moved from plugging her throat to resting in her mouth, while her tongue lapped at the mess that was still spewing from his cock. She was in bliss swallowing everything she could, Spike saw her eyes sometimes rolling back in the moments she lost her composure, the puddle under her must have been crazy.

Spike tiredly gasped as Tempest's magic dissipated and relented its rapturous assault on both his boy-bumps and his prostate, sluggishly leaning forwards to gingerly rest himself against her head for only a short time. She continued to suckle every last speck of his cum that she could reach, giving some special attention to his smooth balls where a lot of it had dripped, and he was happy to let her, though lightly twitching with each small lick from his current oversensitive state.

“Mmmmmmmm... Ahh, that was good. Well done, you adorable little trap.” Tempest finally groaned, licking her lovely lips and giving the tip of his penis a final small suck, finishing with a kiss. She rested back into her chair and closed her eyes with a low sigh of gratification, then smiling, inhaling and exhaling while calmly rubbing her stomach.

“You’re welcome, Mistress. I’m glad to have been of service.” Spike replied, a likewise content smile on his face, he loved being called that most of all as it implied he was the pinnacle of femininity. His legs were just beginning to feel an ache but he’d be perfectly alright to continue his office duties once he got to sit down for a moment.

“And you still will be,” Tempest amorously smiled, her smile widening into a knowing grin that made him more curious than scared, he couldn’t be afraid of her. “I think you might have noticed I need tending to.”

Spike nodded, not hiding the small grin that came to his pouty lips. He might have been a little knackered but he loved performing cunnilingus on her, and he certainly wouldn’t wish to leave her horribly pent up. “You’re very aroused, Mistress. Would you like me to serve you?”

“Indeed, and more after, boy,” She raised her brow, pushing back from the desk and reclining her chair while turning the seat to face him, a pillow was brought from beside the desk where it had been out of view and placed before her now spread hindlegs. “Get to work.”

It was a gorgeous sight to bear witness to.

Tempest’s marehood was swollen with her need, the usual inner lips of her puffy vulva pushed outwards, the delicate fold engorged with wanton arousal, and her large glistening clitoris was quickly winking in and out. Atop that perfect pussy were two equally lovely medium-sized orbs of flesh, both topped with puffy areola that covered a hefty portion of their surfaces, and capped with suckable cherry-sized nipples. Below lay her wonderfully pronounced thick ponut, unspoiled and taut with a soft dock cushioning it, her tail resting down to the floor.

He hadn’t expected her to be completely skirt, bra, and pantyless, however it did make things more readily accessible. It occurred that she might have been wanting this all day, so how long had she been letting her hefty teats hang free? It wasn’t too important anyway, he had a much greater job to do than serving tea right now.

“Of course, Mistress.” He humbly nodded, getting down onto the silk pillow.

Author's Note

This is a fun break between writing a lot of my darker themed stories.
This chapter has apparently gained roughly 1200 words from additional editing, damn.