Rare Sweets Are Spike the Dragon's Treats

Lazy days passed without incident. But that was the way Rarity preferred it She had lived a rather simple life in her village as a seamstress, one of the few jobs allowed to potential maiden sacrifices. Once she had designed all sorts of fancy garments, or at least the fanciest she could manage with the materials her poor family could afford. She had sorted through the costumes that Spike had delivered with Sweetie Belle, but in truth she felt far more comfortable not bothering with clothes anymore.

Clothing is a human invention, after all. And from what I've seen most of them are terrible. Much as I cherish my appearance, there are times when I wish I was like Spike. If I were a dragon, too, we could be even closer perhaps...

She noted Sweetie hadn't bothered to wear a stitch of clothing since she'd arrived, either, despite how she often picked through the bundle of dyed silks that came from far off, wealthier lands. Sweetie was hunched down right now, her singing echoing through the cave while she pressed a scarf to her breast. The fluorescent crystals mad her pallid skin glow.

Is this my influence, too? Sweetie has always looked up to me, but would she go this far to replicate her idol...?

“It's not bad here,” noted Sweetie. “Surprisingly warm and cozy.”

“Anything I can do to make it more comfortable? Just ask,” called Spike who left them alone a few hours each day to hunt and gather. He'd promised them it was quite safe in their secluded home, but always hurried back; just in case.

“I'm fine, really. A little bored sometimes,” admitted Sweetie who was used to freely running about her village, or at least to the extent the village keepers would allow. “But I'm sure that will change once I'm better at reading!”

“We can't rush it,” reminded Rarity. “I'm hardly skilled myself.”

“About that...I mean, the part about learning. Well, um...” Sweetie stared at her fingers which fiddled about. “If you do expect me to become Spike's lover too...I'll need to learn everything.” She looked up and nodded at Rarity's collar and chain.

Rarity stroked the cool metal on reflex. “Are...are you certain? It seems rather fast...”

“I'm not a child,” reminded Sweetie who planted both hands on her hips with a scoff. “Whatever this entails, I can handle it. I'll have to if I want to be worthy!” She crushed her soft breasts upon the drake's chest with a mischievous grin.

“If you're certain, Sweetie dear. Fetching a collar for you will take time, though-”

Spike's voice boomed when he cleared his throat. “Well, actually...” A rattle sounded when he plucked a replica of what Rarity wore from his treasure pile. “I have quite a few of these leftover, from the other women I've brought to this cave.”

“Other women...?” Rarity's heart skipped. “Of-of course. I shouldn't have assumed I was your first-”

He shook his head. “No, don't misunderstand. I've had a couple relationships of sorts with a few other dragons, but they never went anywhere. They've always considered me too soft. As for human women, well, most are naturally scared of me. I allowed some to stay here for a time, but they all eventually asked to move on. It is rather lonely here, I'll admit.”

“Oh Spike,” whispered Rarity, ashamed at the pang of jealousy which had momentarily gripped her..

“That's sad! But don't worry! I'll cheer you up!” Sweetie tickled him under his snout with a titter. Sucking in a deep breathe, she closed her eyes and raised her chin, stepping on her tiptoes to meet him. He looked to Rarity with a gulp and she nodded. He placed the collar around Sweetie's neck, and locked it into place with a click, the shiny chain dangling from it.

A muted squeak escaped her when she touched her new binds with trembling hands.

*****

Sweetie Belle could feel their eyes upon her. Somehow, she hadn't really felt naked until now. She self-consciously shifted on her heels, her face warmed over, gazing down at her incredibly perky tits with fully erect nipples, the tuft of colorful pubes upon her mound. Without thinking she clenched her buttocks, feeling her body start to heat up all over as she cast them a nervous smile.

She'd always loved to be the center of attention, perhaps even more than her sister, and it made her giggle to see Rarity suck in a breath, to watch Spike's attempts to be polite crumble while his eyes trailed over her with open lust. She clasped her hands behind her with an innocent look, swayed her breasts and buttocks with subtle movements that made her flesh wobble.

“Why don't we start now? I'm more than ready~” She winked at them.

“We don't need to rush,” reminded Spike who was nevertheless drooling at the prospect.

“It's my choice.” Sweetie's heart raced when she moved closer to him.

If I don't do this, I'll be in Rarity's shadow forever! That's not what I really want, right? I mean, I want to be like her, but not just like her! And she's right; I'd prefer not to be separated from her, plus Spike seems plenty handsome and nice...

Rarity appeared at her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. She drew her into a tender embrace, bosom-to-bosom, her eyes closed when she leaned in and met her lips. Slowly they kissed, their hands wandered more on instinct, and milk dripped down them in thick droplets. Spike licked his chops, unable to kook away even if he wanted to.

They settled onto a blanket, and Rarity continued to take the lead. She parted her legs, and locked them with Sweetie's. She sidled forward on her bottom, until their meaty pussy lips finally kissed, swollen and moist. Noisy squishes sounded each time their pussies met, tethered together by strings of shiny juices, their mouths letting out soft moans.

“Your tits are so huge now,” cried Sweetie. “Not to mention your nipples!” She stared at the saucer-like areola which now took up quite a wide radius of her droopy udders. Shifting about, their inflamed clits rubbed, glistening under lubricant that ran down their puckered assholes. “Mmm...h-hey,” she managed to whimper as their faces heated over. “Aren't we supposed to-”

“Yes, indeed. Oh Spike~!” Rarity continually mashed their clams while she nodded him over.

He stalked over in an almost predatory manner. Barely able to restrain himself anymore, he extended his elongated tongue, and slipped it between the clefts of their snatches. Gradually he dragged it up-and-down while the sisters continued to scissor each other senseless, traced between their soaked pink walls, lapped up their releases with a ravenous hunger.

“In-intense,” shrilly cried Sweetie who threatened to buckle under over-stimulation.

Rarity's told me lots about dragons...like how according to Spike most of their males have a harem as a symbol of status! They're supposed to be greedy, lazy, quick to anger...and lusty! Well, he's certainly that, at least!

I-I'm close,” admitted Rarity. “And from the way your flower is quaking, I take it you are, too. Together.” More schlicks sounded, and their twats slammed with harsh thrusts of their hips, until their dams broke almost in unison; they spattered over the other with messy squirts, and their moans reverberated, their orifices clenching and flexing.

Spike drank down as much as he could, his claws greedily encircling a tit of each sister, squeezing them and making thick spurts of lactate erupt from Rarity's milky, vein-lined orb. His cocks throbbed, eager to be buried within his mates.

“Our turn to please him,” said Rarity who started to crawl to him. Sweetie followed, and he toothily leered, chains pulled taut under his muscular arms. They knelt before him while he sat on his haunches. “Go ahead, Sweetie. Smell your master's cock. Taste it.” She took one of his wet pink rods and delicately pecked its tip to demonstrate.

Sweetie blinked several times while she took his other dick in.

It's so big...how will it ever fit?! What a powerful scent, too! Not to mention all those weird ridges...

Playfully she poked and traced them. He stirred with a low groan and nostril flare. She too kissed his tip, rather clumsily and wetly by comparison, which actually appeared to stir him up even more. Her twat clenched with need on thin air, determined to be filled, and her wetness sluiced down her inner thighs. Her head started to swim while she inhaled his musk.

What's happening to me? It's like I can...hardly think straight...

Not that she minded. His precum slathered her lips, and she inhaled his musk, which overpowered the air. She started to work her hands along his slippery shaft, in tandem with her sister who worked over his other twin cock, and together they started to lick and suck upon him. Her eyes glazed over like Rarity's, never anywhere near this wet in her life as her birth canal prepared itself for her. His pre oozed down, and they lapped it up, let it coat their tongues as their flesh warmed over in anticipation.

His claws rested atop their scalps, and he pushed them down with a bit more firmness. Their lips wrapped around his tips, nursing them, drawing circles about their girth with each lap. He lifted his snout and spat a few tiny embers.

In contrast to Rarity's slow ministrations which teased him out, Sweetie almost violently attacked his dick, and he wheezed with small spurts of ashen smoke from his nose. Rarity seized a handful of her hair and pulled her from him.

“Oh, come on!” Her face was bright red, her mouth still attached to him by ribbons of mixed saliva and his release.

“Now, now, Sweetie. A proper slave is supposed to put her master's pleasure first.”

“I didn't mind,” wheezed Spike but she ignored him.

“Now it's time for the real deal. We're all sufficiently worked up by now. Are you ready to deflower your latest maiden?” Rarity helped place back Sweetie, and pushed open her legs. She then used a couple fingers to slowly part her sister's lips. He was offered a complete view of her womanhood; the bright pink of her slimy walls, her clitoris and urethra, her unbroken hymen.

Sweetie leaked from her sexhole, over the ring of her rectum. “I-I'm ready. Claim me, Spike!” She leaned back, rested her head in Rarity's warm lap, and sucked in a breath. Her legs lifted back, until her feet were around her head, positioned to be bred.

Carefully he pressed himself to her orifices. She squirmed and squeaked while he wormed his way into her. Her eyes rolled into her head and her toes curled. She clenched around him, tried to suck him in further with a nibble of her lower lip, but he didn't dare penetrate too deep. A thin red trail dribbled from her, she winced with a soft cry, and Rarity squeezed her hands.

“You're doing well, Sweetie,” whispered Rarity who planted small kisses on her neck.

Sweetie reached up when he leaned forward and wrapped her arms about his craned neck. He locked lips with her, and then Rarity, the drake and the two sisters trading wet smacks between them. With deliberate movements of his hips, he pushed into her, his musculature drawn. She was even tighter than her sibling, and her nails dug into his scales.

Her buttocks smacked under his pushes. She stared up at Rarity's milk-stained titties, her smile twisted into a stupefied manner.

His claws raked along their curves, kneaded ample flesh, and his tongue flicked over them.

I-I can hardly believe how wonderful this all feels! He's so strong but tender, I...

“I can't...inside,” he warned with a low grumble. His tail started to swish faster, his wingspan unfurled, as all his instincts screamed for him to seed his newest mate. She sensed his attempted withdrawal, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her, her fuckholes clamped with all her might and her face warped with a crazed sense of raw animal lust.

“Sw-Sweetie!” He groaned, and barely held back most of his load, but the packets that escaped swirled in a torrent into her.

“Spike~” She wailed and her eyes went cross, the sheer force of the overflowing running around her holes, and her stomach bloated up to a swell under his spunk. He yanked free of her gaped tunnels, continually shot himself all over both sisters with bucketfuls of cum, coated them all over while Sweetie felt his splooge churn in her womb and spattered him with her own spurts.

“Good girl,” crooned Rarity who rubbed her sister's tits. “Let it all out.”

Sweetie huffed in Rarity's arms, barely able to stay conscious while she reveled in her afterglow. Sex was even better than she imagined; or maybe it was just him? She was pleasantly sticky all over, and laughed to herself.

“Whenever a lady makes a mess, she should clean it up, shouldn't she?” Rarity scooped up handfuls of his sperm that lathered their shimmery flesh and slurped it up. Sweetie did the same, as it coated their tongues, clung to their gums, stuck between their teeth. They swished the salty, thick whiteness about, gargled it with their mouths wide open, showing their work to him.

Rarity tipped her face forward and slowly let a thick trail cascade from her lips. Sweetie opened her mouth to accept it, and sat up, her head twisted so they could make out and swap the exchanged mass between them repeatedly.

They playfully wrestled a little with shared laughter, rubbed their slick bodies over each other, and licked the other clean.

Guess I'm finally a woman. I've never felt so hot inside, so full! What else could I ever want?

*****

For his part Spike couldn't be more contented either. Most of his life had been spent alone. He'd hatched in the wild, his parents unknown to him, and struggled to survive while he grew larger and stronger. Most of what he'd learn was from studying humans from afar; the few times he'd been foolish enough to try and approach them, he'd quickly been driven off.

While he'd never been so brazen as to ask the maidens he rescued to become his lovers, he'd certainly wished for their company. He'd hoped that unlike his kind, who treated him like an outcast, they might prove more receptive; but most could only view him as a monster. But he'd finally discovered a pair of women who desired his company as much as he wanted them.

They settled into a routine. Rarity continued to train Sweetie in the art of submission, and he would bring them gifts, bathe with them in the heated pool, cuddle with them while they slumbered. And to keep him enticed, they would often surprise him.

Sometimes, they would wake him up slow with a bout of tag-team fellatio. Or they would straddle him while he reclined on his back in a deep sleep, take him into themselves, work him up until he awakened ready to burst.

Better be careful, or complacency will make me fat and lazy! I've met a few dragons like that.

They would oftentimes manipulate him with their feminine allure; but he relished the attention. There was no doubt; he'd seeded Sweetie too, who could barely contain herself around him. And rather than keep them cooped up in a cave, he often took them out into the fields now; where they could wander about under his watchful eye, take in the sunlight and the breeze.

“Love you both,” he said while they walked through the grass.

“We love you too, Spikey-Wikey. Isn't that so, Sweetie Belle darling?” She held her smaller hand.

“Uh-huh!” She rubbed her own tummy, glowing with shameless euphoria at her new role in life while she hummed.

Hanging back, he admired the way the sun's rays kissed their buttocks, framed by cute dimples. He walked on all fours in a circle around them, pretended that he was admiring the view of the scenery, when it truth he wanted to drink them in from every angle. They exchanged a look with a giggle, and strolled up to meet him, his wings wrapping around the duo.

They've taught me so much in a short time. I'm so lucky I ran into them. There's nothing else I'd ever need!

Suddenly Rarity swayed and placed a hand to her forehead. “I...I feel a little under the weather...”

Sweetie sank to her side. “Are you about to go into labor?!”

“No, I don't think so, I...” She rose back to her feet and the diamond brands upon her buttocks started to glow a bright blue with a hum that made her tingle. “Something is happening to me, I can feel it. Spike...?”

“I'm here.” he rushed over to meet her with a snout drawn in concern.

She has been pregnant for quite a long time, much longer than a normal human woman. The last thing I want to do is see her harmed! But it's not like we can take it back now! Oh please, let her be okay. And what about Sweetie? Is she at risk, too...?

Both of them had noticed the alterations to her; the higher body temperature, and beneath the soft surface she had become hardier, more pliable, far easier to take him. Which was fortunate since his sperm proved addictive as it further mutated her each time they made love. And now it resonated with the magic infused in her tattoos, as her transformation commenced.

Gradually a pair of leather wings unfurled from her back. She danced in euphoria with a low moan, her fingers and toes turning into claws, and a tail complete with a spade arose from atop her bottom. He and her sister watched in awe, while she settled into her new form, otherwise exactly like her usual self. She smiled warmly at them as her insides tingled, reborn.

“I understand now.” She massaged her stomach. “I needed to be altered to safely deliver our offspring.”

Spike protectively stroked her mane and back. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, I am. All I desire is to be with both of you.” She drew them close to her and his wingspan tenderly snared them.

“You're somehow even more radiant,” observed Sweetie. “Is it permanent?”

“I'm not sure. I suppose we shall see.” She held them both and rested her head on his shoulder while he ducked down.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, he felt it would all be okay. Plus, it would be a chance to teach each other. He'd show her what dragons were capable of, how nice it felt to sail freely through the skies. Perhaps he'd be able to do the same with Sweetie, in time. He scooped them onto his spiny back, and carried them back home as the sun started to dip below the horizon.