The CMC Sit Down

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Spike, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Non-consensual, Sex, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1145

Tired of Spike's pranks, the CMC find a way to temporarily become adults and seek revenge.

Spike has become quite the prankster, but when it interferes with Cutie Mark Crusader business one too many times, they plot their revenge; by finding a way to temporarily become adults and sitting on his face!

Published 2019-11-16 17:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-16 17:40:01 UTC

Sole chapter

It was a typical day at the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse. Apple Bloom took the stand, having called the latest meeting into action, while Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo beamed back at her. “Huh, who's on the list to help next?” She flipped through it, scanning a bunch of names, most of which had a check mark scrawled by them. “How about-”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Scootaloo raised a forehoof. “Maybe-”

A high-pitched squeal interrupted her when Sweetie pushed her way forward. “I've got it!”

They were excitedly trotting in place, practically shaking the whole area as floorboards creaked below. “Wait just a darn minute!” Apple Bloom's eyes widened. “The ink's startin' to disappear! What the hay is goin' on here?”

Scootaloo furrowed her brow, and shot out the door, just in time to see a chuckling Spike fly away. “I knew it! Ever since he started hanging around Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie he hasn't been able to stop himself from pulling pranks!”

“That's the sixth time this week!” Sweetie stomped a hoof. “We should get him back!”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “But how?”

“I have a few ideas,” said Sweetie who rubbed her forehooves together with a grin.

“Oh no. I know that look,” said Scootaloo. “Why do I get the feeling we'll regret this?”

However it was true none of them had any better ideas, and so they went along with Sweetie's plan, determined to put Spike in his place so he wouldn't interfere with CMC business any longer. After all, wasn't it their duty to help those who'd shape Equestria's future? And in order to do so, sometimes extreme measures were necessary, weren't they?

*****

“Can't believe she bought it,” said Apple Bloom who stared down at her now fully developed body.

“We're gonna be in so much trouble if Twilight Sparkle ever finds out we didn't need this for show-and-tell,” said Scootaloo who'd also been converted into an adult by an experimental spell. “But she said it won't last more than an hour, so-”

“We'd better move fast!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, admiring her own physique which was by far the most voluptuous of the three.

Now it was a race to locate Spike and make him face their own brand of justice. They all knew revenge was wrong, but this wasn't unlike when Ponyville teamed up to show Rainbow Dash what a pain she could be!Using binoculars, the trio took to the rooftops, spying over the area where ponies went about their daily business without a care in the world.

They were scanning the streets desperately, fearing that their quarry wouldn't turn up in the allotted time. All they could do was track his usual routes and hope he was looking to play his latest prank soon. “There!” Scootaloo pointed northwest.

The trio leaped into action. Spike was flapping his leathery wings unawares, chuckling to himself and carrying a small sack filled with props. Waiting until he crossed into a deserted alley, the CMC covered each escape route.

He barely had time to look up when a plush ass flooded his vision. Scoots took the initiative, her slender, athletic rump smothering his face and smashing the small drake to the ground. “This will teach you to mess with us,” she called rubbing her buns into his snout. She now towered over him, flapping her plumage with a leer while she ground herself atop him.

“Whoa,” cried Sweetie who stared from the entrance with burning cheeks. “That looks kind of fun!”

“You better believe it,” replied Scoots who practically purred when Spike's muffled cries sent pleasant vibrations that shot right up her pussy and asshole, the latter puckering as her dock raised her tail far as it could go.

“My turn,” butted in Bloom who smacked her off with her firm, muscular butt, only to deposit it onto of Spike's maw which was now soaked in lubrication. She ignored Sweetie's disappointed whimpers at having to wait, slamming her backside down on him before he could protest. “You aint kiddin'! Good call, Sweetie! This'll really put him in his place!” She chuckled.

He writhed under her, breathing in her musk, his nostrils flaring while he inhaled. Her buttocks squeezed around his mouth, clasping it like a vise, until his head swam. Not that she noticed, chewing on her lower lip with a soft moan.

“Okay, you've had your fun!” Wrapping her in a magic aura, Sweetie lifted her away and settled atop him. She had the softest derriere by far, marshmallow-like as he imagined Rarity's was with a soft pale pink blush; and wasn't this pretty close to being with the mare he so desired? “What does my sister call you? Spikey-Wikey? Looks like you're loving this!”

“Wow,” whispered Scoots while she and Bloom stared wide-eyed. “I didn't know he had two of those!”

His pink shafts peeked out until they were full mast, wet twins covered in lots of little ridges. Their tips were swathed in precum, as aside from some experimental masturbation sessions he'd never had any real sexual experience. The pair started to curiously poke and prod them, while Sweetie continued to smother his face, her warm holes a pastel pink while they contracted.

They opened their mouths and closed around his shafts, taking in only the tips at first, then slowly lowering themselves and savoring the salty tastes that met their tongues. Slurping and sinking with their hind ends raised in the air, they allowed their bodies to move on their own, so addled with lust they were soon completely lost to the moment.

Knowing there was no escape, Spike figured he might as well enjoy himself, and sank his elongated tongue into Sweetie. She squealed and squirmed in her shrill, high-pitched voice while he shot right up her cervix, licking out the quivering contours of her slimy womb. Nor did he spare the other two, hands clasping over their scalps and shoving them into his crotch, their asses waving back-and-forth while they serviced him.

“Wh-whoa,” wheezed Sweetie whose eyes rolled into her head. She shrieked and squirted all over his face and down his throat, kicking her hindlegs while she rode out multiple contractions. “Think I'll keep this one for myself!”

"No," cried Bloom. "I want him!"

"I'm the one who cornered him," reminded Scoots.

Over the remainder of the hour the troika traded places, allowing him to explore their lower orifices, which he cleaned with relish. He emptied himself down their throats, and they slurped it down, savoring the taste and texture of his splooge. Greedily the trio traded it between them, smacking and licking it up with shameless relish.

By the time everyone finished they had thoroughly cleaned his cocks, and the CMC passed out, reverting to their younger forms. He shot them a toothy grin, thinking maybe he should prank them more often!