Spike paced back and forth with a furrowed brow, the furious pitter-patter of his scaly feet on the tiled floor of his chamber the only audible sound in his room. He made sure that his determination was far more palpable than his anxiety, hoping that the svelt zebra sitting on his oversized bed did not hear the cogs going haywire in his head. So much had happened in the past hour that it was almost enough to give him vertigo, from the discovery of his latent attraction to the bubble-bootied stallion on the bed, the true reasons for the zebras being here, Cadance’s unexpected betrayal and the fact the leader of tribe - To’Achuu - was now the effective despot of the entire Crystal Empire.

Every so often he threw a sideways glance to Dansaar, the feminine stallion having not uttered a single word since Spike began his pacing. Spike was partially happy that the zebra allowed him to think, at the very least, he did not insult his intelligence to presume Spike’s frantic back and forth was merely an act like some did.. However, Spike was also panicked by the fact he did not have a singular out. Whilst he often put his own ingenuity on a pedestal, absolutely nothing came to the drake’s head at that moment that seemed viable. He supposed he could stage a counter-coup? The idea of waving the flag for liberty and freedom seemed all well and good. However, a small issue: Spike had no idea how to plan one - he didn’t exactly have access to a stockpile of pamphlets and flags. He also supposed he could ask the guards for help, however, recent developments made that… untenable. Every guard - the ones in the castle at least - seemed to be on their side now, and those that weren’t would have been converted by the display put on by Princess Cadance. Jeesh, Spike almost was as well. He had to remind himself constantly that he wasn’t working towards her freedom or retribution in her name but rather, for Shining, for Flurry and for the potential others who could potentially have found themselves thrown into the dungeon. Get the word out? Possibly. He knew they would believe him but Spike worried that a country full of angry citizens would cause even more damage than the zebras would. Even Sombra kept the place relatively intact aside from the cold. Then, Twilight entered his mind, bringing him to a stop.

That wasn’t a half-bad idea. A quick letter, a spurt of dragonfire, and before they would know it they’d have an alicorn tapping their hoof at the front door. However, something about that plan worried him. He couldn’t place it but it seemed… absolute. It would work, for sure but… but… what would she do to them? They were all complicit, they all knew - they wanted this! What would… what would she do to Dansaar? In the zebra, Spike - and his pride would never allow him to admit it out loud - saw a bit of himself. He saw someone who desperately wanted to rise above their station, to be recognised and acknowledged. Spike had gotten that. The ponies in the empire adored him, he had the trust of the Equestrian princesses and many friends who cared for him. Ever since Dansaar arrived here, he had spent every waking hour with one another. And, whilst Spike received nods of recognition or warm smiles thrown in his direction, Dansaar seemed almost invisible to his own tribe. And what would Twilight do when she got a hold of him? Lock him away and throw away the key? Turn him into stone? Send him back home, far, far, far away? Away from him, from Spike? His hardened features softened into a look of worry he fixated at the floor...

“Are you ok, Spike? You’ve been like this for a while now…” Dansaar said suddenly. Despite the softness of his voice, Spike still snapped his head to the zebra in surprise before darting his sharp irises to the clock on the wall. He was right, it had been an hour since the coup d'etat.

Spike didn’t usually let time escape him. “I’m just, uh…” Spike turned to the sitting stallion, scratching the side of his chin as he hurried his mind for an answer... he eventually clicked his fingers before pointing at Dansaar with a grin. “Coming up with a genius plan to save the day!”

Dansaar blinked, his brows meeting. “Save the day?” Dansaar said quizzically as he cocked one of his brows.

“I have to save the Crystal Empire of course! Like I did from Sombra, I have to save it yet again,” Spike said triumphantly, looking off somewhere with a clenched fist. The silence that lingered thereafter prompted his quick look back to the zebra sitting on his bed. He saw his face scrunched up in a cute but ultimately angry frown, his arms crossed over his flat chest. “W-well obviously not from you.”

“From who then?” Dansaar asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The boss.”

“Boss?”

“Your boss - the girly dude in the parachute pants,” Spike said, gesturing to his thick thighs to emphasise his point.

“Wha? To’Achuu? Why does this place need saving from him?" Dansaar asked with actual confusion in his voice.

“You said it yourself. To’Achuu was only half responsible. But now that Cadance is out of the picture, only he’s left, ergo making him fully responsible. And besides, he even radiates bad guy vibes, don’tcha think? He’s got a prince and princess hostage - a classic, old school bad guy move. He’s also secretly in control of the country - shadow government, an intelligent bad guy. He even has his evil minions converting ponies to do his bidding! I don’t know how he does it, but I suspect it has something to do with mind control!” Spike said with determination, tapping into his knowledge of comic books.

“Uh…” Dansaar trailed off and Spike could visibly see the cogs turning in the femcolt’s head.

“Okay, forget all that,” he suggested, swatting his palms about, metaphorically clearing the air. “I think I might have a way to put things back to normal but I’ll need your help to do it!” Spike asserted firmly, pointing at Dansaar with a sense of strength and power in his voice.

“W-whu-what? My help?” Dansaar flinched back in recoil from Spike’s authoritative digit.

“Yep. This To’Achuu guy, he infiltrated the castle because he had someone on the inside. So, what better to fight an infiltrator with some infiltration of my own... I’m in need of a stallion on the inside…" The dragon said with a smirk.

“And you want that to be me?” Dansaar asked, looking rather scared at the prospect of secret agent-ing.

“Of course! He had you introduce him when he first arrived. You must be pretty important… Right?” Spike asked, hopeful as a tinge of doubt came to the Zebra's face.

“Um…” Dansaar said, a blush coming to his face.

Spike winced, only managing to keep one eye open. “W-what?”

“That was all fake. All of it,” he admitted, smiling sheepishly.

Like that, Spike’s plans seemed to shatter all around him. He mentally punched himself in the face for not assuming that possibility but then again, an uncountable number of ice-cream and gem induced tummy aches revealed his lack of foresight.

“A-all of it?” he stammered after taking the moment to digest.

“Yes. For one, we aren't the strongest Zebra tribe. By far. We are actually really really tiny…" Dansaar mumbled, not quite ashamed but more forlorn in tone.

“But there’s a thousand of you,” Spike rebuked, his brows meeting.

“Out of millions of millions," Dansaar extrapolated, forcing a smile. "In truth, we’re all exiles.”

“Exiles?" Spike asked stepping forwards, concern tinged with a bit of caution in his tone. "F-for what? Are you criminals?"

“Defying traditions, disagreement with the status quo, and our desire for large-scale societal reform.” Dansaar answered directly, his tone flat.

The pair upheld an awkward pause whilst they maintained eye contact, battling their meagre wills.

“That doesn’t sound very badguy-like,” mumbled Spike, the first to glance away, feeling a tad guilty for his assumption.

“When were we the bad guys?” Dansaar asked sitting up.

“When you stole an entire empire!” Spike rebutted, remaining firm in his footing as his gaze shot towards the zebra once again.

“It’s not theft when it was given to us!” Dansaar returned at the same volume.

Spike grumbled in response to that, crossing his scaly little arms. "Sheesh, I remember when you were quiet and scared. What happened to that zebra?"

"You are no longer dealing with the average Jala anymore. Now, I am an Irra! The powerful one! The one in charge! I am the one who will wear the pants in this relationship... Literally!” he declared, loud and proud, his chest inflating… before it sagged, an anxious smile coming to his face. "Plus your bug friend was really scary…"

"What? Thorax?" Spike asked, scratching his head. "But he is like a giant kitten!"

"Kittens can be scary! Especially giant ones, what with their pointed teeth and claws…" Dansaar asserted, baring his teeth as he put his hands out in front of him, mimicking talons.

Spike rolled his eyes, wearing a wry smile. “Well anyway - maybe we could use the fact you’re an Irra to our advantage.”

Dansaar blinked before he piqued a curious brow. “Advantage?”

“Think about it. You’re confident now. And if an Irra is as important as you say, then you can be my guy on the inside!”

“I-Inside? Inside who? Who do I have to be inside of?” Dansaar gushed, his cheeks blazing a deep red.

“The government body! We can smash the new regime and replace it with one of our own - like good guys do!” Spike’s voice was enthusiastic, the voice of a hero whose plan was coming together.

“Uhh, I dunno…” Dansaar trailed off looking away.

“Hey, believe me, doing it this way is going to be a heck of a lot better than it Twilight, Celestia - or gods forbid - Luna get wind of this.” Spike flinched at that. The thought of anything bad happening to Dansaar making him sick.

“What’s so bad about that?” Dansaar asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well…” Without elaborating, Spike dragged his thumb across his neck before allowing it to fall limply to the side, his tongue lolled out in exaggerated fashion as a fake death gurgle sound from his throat.

Dansaar’s eyes widened for a moment in horror, curling his fingers at his side. “O-oh…”

“So if we can put Shining back in charge,” Spike began, intentionally leaving absent Cadance, “then they’ll go easy on you, I just know it!”

Dansaar didn’t reply immediately. His lips pursed tight, glancing away for a moment, pensive, before setting his eyes back on Spike. “W-will they make us go back?”

Spike was prepared to fire back with a ‘no’ but instead, his jaw hung limply open, his reply trapped in his voice box. He couldn’t predict the intentions of Shining, the Princesses or even the citizens. However, one answer, the one he was most certain of, rose to the surface...

“They won’t. Not if I want you to stay… The zebras. If I want the zebras to stay,” he clarified with an uncertain, embarrassed and not entirely honest grin. “I never abandon my friends.”

A flush came to Dansaar’s cheeks although his face remained unchanged for a moment until the subtlest of smiles came to his face. “Okay, Spike. I trust you.”

Spike beamed, his fists clenching before him in triumph. “So you’ll help me overthrow your boss?

“N-no, I won’t betray To’Achuu... But if there is a way I can convince him to step down and promise a better future for our people, then… I’ll do it. For a better future for everybody,” he clarified, a tiny smile appearing at the end of his feminal muzzle.

Although it wasn’t quite the answer he was expecting, Spike still found elation at his reply; his chest becoming warm with something beside dragonfire. “Great! This makes us partners then.”

“Partners…” Dansaar echoed, his smile enlarging. “I like that.”

Spike thrust his hand up towards Dansaar, his open palm beckoning the embrace of another. Dansaar stared at the extended limb for a few moments, his smile fading before it returned in understanding. The zebra knelt down slightly to reach the dragon’s stubby limb, grasping the scaly hand and shaking it, both smiling as they solidified their partnership before breaking it - pact solidified.

Spike, satisfied, let loose a breath - safe in the knowledge there was at least one other he could depend on to try and put things back to normal… until Dansaar stood and immediately started fumbling with the string of his loincloth.

“Uh, what are you doing?” asked the dragon with inflamed cheeks, stepping back as the zebra began sheepishly untying the knot on his loincloth.

“I was going to wait but now seemed like the right time,” he answered casually, the simple brown length of cloth falling gracefully from his waist to the floor at his hooves.

Spike wasn’t so naive as to not know the direction Dansaar was going to take things, and he’d be remiss if he was going to deny himself the chance but a virgin’s sexual confidence directly correlates with experience… which was none at all. ”But i-isn’t this sudden? What about dating, commitments - romance!” he spluttered, raising his hands, unsure whether to hide his eyes or not; opting to turn his head completely.

“Romance comes when I brand you with the Mallatoo. But, for the first time in my life, I want to be an Irra,” he insisted, wearing a mirthful smile - his legs jittering nervously as he gripped his arm, his knees touching. “This is me.”

Spike resisted his urge to look at first. Even though Dansaar’s attire left very little to the imagination before, the prospect of seeing all of Dansaar was too good to pass up, so Spike’s attempts to resist staring proved futile she slowly set his gazes back on the zebra to greedily drink in the sight of him.

His loincloth never did a good job of covering anything but his more intimate parts, but Spike couldn't help himself from taking it all in with a new, entirely sexual, light. His feminine chest was the first thing he latched onto. Smooth and flat, his pecs capped with small black nipples which Spike could vividly picture running his tongue over. Despite his lithe frame, he was enviously lean, his muscles defined, a chiselled example of masculine beauty. That being said, his hips were unusually wide for a stallion, remarkably fertile looking. Even from behind, Spike could still see Dansaar’s pair of large slappable asscheeks, and downward glance afforded him a look at his quivering legs - his thighs deliciously plump.

Last but certainly not least, Spike centered his gaze on what was hiding under the stallion’s loincloth. Hanging semi-limp from his wrinkled black sheath was Dansaar’s stallionhood. Spike had seen the wrist-thick cocks of various stallions of numerous stallions from his secret magazines back home, and although the size of the tool before him was nowhere close, the real life perspective afforded to it gave the ebony length a very distinct charm of its own. Under Spike’s gaze it twitched rather lewdly, the above-average length as cute as its wielder, although Spike wouldn’t openly admit to that. The pose in which Dansaar displayed himself was rather odd, trying to both cover up his bared cock and show it off at the same time, which led to him awkwardly standing there with his knees pressed together, his black sack looking tight and rounded on his thick thighs.

“Y-you’re… you’re so hot,” Spike said, at a loss for words. He tried to summon more, but it just resulted in his mouth opening and closing itself, his face turned a deeper and deeper shade of red with every passing second.

Dansaar’s gaze shied away, blushing bright pink. “T-thank you. You’re quite, a, um… hot temperature yourself.”

“T-technically I’m cold blooded,” he corrected, grinning sheepishly. He might have been ‘cold blooded’, but that didn’t mean that blood flowing to his cock wasn’t as hot as magma, his libido kickstarted by the jaw-dropping sight of the zebra before him. Just as the focused sight encouraged the zebra’s cock to gradually harden, so too did his cock begin to peak from its genital slit…

“Are you getting… h-hard?” Dansaar asked tentatively, his widened eyes falling to the curious sight of a dragon’s growing erection; the black shaft throbbing visibly harder at the sight.

“S-so are you!” Spike retorted, grinning sheepishly, his hands clenched furtively at his sides as his pointed cocktip emerged from between his thighs.

Spike’s cock tip broke the surface and, with every inch it grew, Spike noticed Dansaar’s face slowly get more and more hopeless. Spike winced, unlooking.. He was always somewhat self-conscious of his endowment. Being the only dragon in an overwhelming community of ponies left him feeling a little squeamish on what the eventual reaction to his cock would be. The tapered tip, the ridges along the underside and the knotty base was quite alien to the rather simplistic flared column of a stallionhood in comparison. Jutting forward from Spike’s waist, the weight of the pink organ caused it to sway and hang but a few inches from the ground, preemptively drooling a small stream of precum beneath it.

Spike, up until his cock had fully left its slit, had shied his gaze away from the zebra, not quite ready to take in Dansaar’s reaction to his foreign instrument. When he summoned the courage to settle his eyes back on the zebra, he was crestfallen to see Dansaar’s eagerness shatter into a million pieces. The crushed expression on his face was akin to the feeling Spike felt in his chest, the crestfallen zebra almost enough to crush his ego.

“N-no, it can’t be!” Dansaar uttered his disbelief, his legs quivering under the weight of the discovery. “But y-you’re… you’re…”

Spike didn’t know what face to wear at Dansaar’s reaction.Should he be sad or angry? He didn’t know, his face settling for neutral. “What’s wrong?” he asked, monotone.

Dansaar looked on the verge of tears. "I’m… smaller."

“Huh?” Spike cocked a brow, looking down to his cock in reaction. He was a few heads smaller than the zebra, so the impressive size of his appendage was somewhat accentuated by that, which Spike already knew. Admittedly, Spike knew next to nothing about his own member, other than its shape, that it felt good to touch and that Twilight’s red-faced and stuttering reply of its ‘average’ size left him content knowledge-wise regarding it. He had attempted some comparisons with the dicks in the magazine, but a cock-to-page comparison wasn’t exactly ‘accurate’ by any means. A quick glance to the above-average length of the zebra adjacent to him and then his own again, allowed him to deduce that he was almost double the length, the thickness of the two rods were not even close. Spike’s cheeks became red once again, trying to bat down his pride and raised his palm up in assurance. "Hey, that doesn’t matter to me! And besides, haven’t you heard the saying? It’s not the size that matters, it’s how use-"

“No, you don’t understand! I’m not an Irra, not when my chosen is more… endowed, than I am,” he revealed with a bite of his lip, looking back down at the pink, ridged and knotty organ. Now, fully erect, Dansaar’s black length twitched before Spike, eager despite the owner’s worry.

"Uh… what?" Spike crossed his arms over his scaly chest, his serious pose undercut by the elephantine organ throbbing between his legs.

“You’re huge.” Dansaar’s voice was flat, not at all happy about the fact.

Even though Spike’s cock pulsed mightily at the remark, swelling a bit thicker, Spike wore an unsure expression as he allowed himself to accept the compliment. “Uh… thanks?”

“That’s not a good thing! It’s bad, very bad! Especially for me.”

“Why?”

"Because in our society, when your… thingis smaller than your bonded, it means you are the lesser of the two. The submissive one. The… inferior. That’s what I meant before when I said our position was dictated by size," he explained, frowning.

"But... I don't think you are inferior…" “And besides,

"I thought I could escape my role here. But you can’t escape what you are..." As Dansaar spoke, the heaviness behind his words almost permeated as a weight on his shoulders, causing him to fall back to the bed, landing on his plush rear; his cock softening a little under the stress; which made Spike feel awkward, considering he was still solid as rock. “I’ll never be an Irra.”

"W-well, you're the only guy around who knows I’m the biggest between us,” he pointed out, his still throbbing erection jutting out before him like an obscene limb.

“Yeah, so?” Dansaar piqued a brow, failing to see what the dragon was getting at.

"Why don't you just be the Irra anyway? I mean, you won’t be hearing any complaints from me.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Spike’s casual reply was heavily contrasted with the wide-eyed stare and sharp gasp from the zebra, his eyes looking upon Spike as though he was insane, perhaps a genius - or both. "B-but that goes against every tradition of my homeland!"

"Eh, I don’t see sand around here - do you?" replied Spike, waggling his eyebrows.

Dansaar tightened his lips, speaking quietly soon after. “N-no…”

“Because it’s not your homeland. This is Equestria - we have a chaos god chillin it in a cottage filled with animals; we solve ethnic and territorial disputes with pie fights and we build cities on the clouds. You’d be an outsider if you didn’t do things differently!” Spike spoke with visible pride, puffing out his chest and nodding firmly with each example.

“Y-you’re… you’re not wrong.” Dansaar blushed at Spike’s enthusiasm, smiling bashfully. “But you would do that? There’s a lot to be a Jala in public. Y-you might get ridiculed by others in the tribe.”

“‘Course I would,” Spike answered, clicking his fingers. Whilst that did sound bad, he was much more focused on the short-over-long term. Regardless, he looked triumphant as he gave the zebra an encouraging smile, seeing a modicum of happiness return to his face. “Then say it out loud: What are ya?”

“An Irra…” he responded quietly, a teeny smile appearing on his muzzle.

Spike, pretending not to hear, directed his ear towards him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I am an Irra,” he confirmed, a little more resolved but not fully committed.

“Huh?” Spike learned towards him, cupping his ear playfully.

“I am an Irra!” Dansaar declared, loud and proud as he stood back up, his humble cock re-engorging with hot blood.

Spike licked his lips at the sight, rubbing his hands together. The above-average black mast elongated back to its prior length, the veins pushing to the surface of the turgid black skin as not only did the fires of his confidence rekindled - as did his arousal. Since it was the first cock his virginal eyes had seen in the flesh, it immediately shot the shortlist in his mind of the greatest things he had ever seen. His own ‘humble’ length throbbed eagerly, his eyes glancing upwards expectantly at the fired-up zebra.

“Is this the part where we sex now?” Spike could feel his heart hitting his ribcage, his stubby legs jittering with excitement.

“Yes!” Dansaar’s compliance left his mouth like a bullet, his clenching tight as he met the dragon’s fiery gaze with one of his own…

Dansaar and Spike lay in bed together, shoulder to shoulder, awkwardly looking to the ceiling of the room. Their erections still stood tall at the junction of their thighs, pointing straight up towards the same ceiling they were both staring at.

“So… what are we supposed to do now?” Spike asked suddenly, breaking the lingering silence. “I’ve uhh… never done this before.”

“Me neither,” admitted Dansaar, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I know the b-basics. I’ve… w-watched. I know that you start with foreplay, but what do you do before that?”

"Whatever comes natural to ya, I think..." Spike returned, prepared to roll onto his side and look at the zebra directly before realising it would just result in his wrist-thick cock slapping into his friend’s thigh. Although, at this point, ‘friend’ didn't adequately describe their new relationship.

After Spike said his piece, the awkward silence returned to smother them both. It felt inescapable for them both. Occasionally their skewed glances would steal the looks of each other’s still persisting erection, continuing to inflame their own libidos and thus keeping them rock-hard. However, just as they would steal another look, their eyes would accidentally meet and they would immediately shoot their gazes back to the ceiling. The unforeseen side effect of this however was that it only made their throbbing members even harder.

Dansaar swallowed, determined to end the torturous cycle. "So… what do you know about… the, uhh…” he trailed off, not entirely sure what he was going to ask and not sure why he spoke at all, cringing internally.

"Sex?” Spike finished, much to Dansaar’s relief. “Not much. I mean, I have a bunch of mags at home… but Twilight always tells me that kinda stuff sets ‘unrealistic expectations’, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Plus, they’re just pin-ups, they don't really show me how it uhh… works," he explained, looking at Dansaar with a lopsided grin.

"Mags? What are mags?" Dansaar asked, raising his brow.

"Uh, ‘mags’ is short for magazines,” informed Spike.

“Oh, magazines! As in reading material?”

“Ha, if anyone who says they read those things just for the articles is full of it!” Spike retorted, snorting. “I mean, there are some words, sure. But if your eyes are focused on them instead of what’s next to them, something’s wrong with you.”

“Oh. So what’s exactly in these so-called ‘mags’?” Dansaar asked, sincerely interested.

“Pictures. A ton of ‘em. And just any pictures, but-” Spike lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning towards Dansaar, “-lewd pictures.”

“Lewd… pictures? I don’t understand.”

“Well, they’re pictures you can whack-it to - uh, masturbate,” Spike clarified, glancing to see Dansaar’s blush intensify, his eyes momentarily flicking to the still throbbing erection sprouting between Spike’s thighs. “A-and there’s plenty to choose from!” Spike exclaimed, stealing back the zebra’s attention from his thick dick. “I’ve got one full of unicorn mares, one full of dragons, one all about the princesses using changeling models-”

“Like Thorax!” Dansaar interjected, smiling at remembrance.

“Uh, um…” Spike felt his cheeks burn at his friend’s name, a momentary flash of the changeling in question posing as provocatively as one of the models in his memory, one second disguised as one of the princesses, and another undisguised.

Shaking his head for a second to clear his head of his sexy friend, he raised a hand, starting to count off examples on his claws. “Anyway, there’s another dragon one, one that is just a drawing of Rarity which I… probably need to burn now. I’ve got one with deer - and before you ask, yes, the bucks are better than the hinds,” Spike clarified despite being unprompted, not noticing Dansaar’s bemused smile. “I got one that has yaks. One full of Pegasi twinks-" Spike meandered on, continuing on the other hand before coming back to the old as he kept listing them off. He kept talking for what seemed like minutes on end each recollection prompting his cock to pulse at the memory, his mind thinking back to the many poses and alluring gestures on each and every page. The sight of his twitching tubesteak kept Dansaar rigid, his attention split between the dragon’s eager dick and Spike’s recounting.

Seeing Spike’s dick react to the trove of smut in his mind got him understandably curious, his mouth becoming noticeably dry. “S-so what exactly do they, uh, do in these pictures?”

“One with a footlong do-” Spike interrupted himself as a blush appeared on his cheeks. Suddenly bashful, he averted his face away from the zebra beside him. “Oh, you know. Poses and stuff. Ass down, face up. Parted thighs, hands around their dick, that kinda thing.”

“I s-see…” Dansaar replied, a blush quickly coming to his face as lewd thoughts appeared in his head.

“But if there’s more than one…” Spike trailed off, quickly silenced as his entire face turned from purple to a deep red.

“More than one?” The zebra asked, mystified.

“Yeah, sometimes they might have more than one model on the page - a double feature! But uh-”

“What do they do?”

“Well, ya know… stuff.”

“Can you… show me?”

Spike gulped, his lips pursing. He knew constant masturbation and porno-mag reading would pay off eventually! “W-well, usually, they start by kissing.”

“K-kissing?”

“Y-yeah. You can usually see their tongues and stuff.”

“S-should we… kiss?” Dansaar’s reply was slow and full of uncertainty.

Spike gulped again, realising just how dry his throat was. Looking to Dansaar, he saw wetted lips, a place to slake his parchedness. There was something of a wordless agreement between them as their hands met, joining them together at the slight gap that existed between them. Spike’s hand was a smidge too small to perfectly interlock with Dansaar’s own, resorting to simply hooking index fingers as they looked fondly into each other’s eyes. Spike was the first to turn onto his side, the tip of his erection scraping across Dansaar’s smooth stomach, smearing a bead of his a liquid bead of musk across the zebra who followed suit at the same time. Despite the awkwardness that was prevalent before, so long as they maintained eye contact, they could ignore how close each of their stiff organs were from making lewd contact with one another.

A pause lingered for a moment but the tide of passion carried Spike’s next moves. With all the grace of a trout on land, Spike crawled - or rather flopped - over towards Dansaar whilst keeping their digits interlocked. Spike found his way onto Dansaar’s chest, his smaller frame as noticeable as a feather on the zebra’s ribcage.

“You feel warm… and smooth,” Dansaar remarked, cracking a nervous grin.

“I can feel your heartbeat… it’s fast,” replied Spike, smiling shyly.

The two looked deeply into one another’s eyes for a few lingering moments. They differed in colour, the emerald green of Spike clashing with the amethyst purple of Dansaar, yet they shared one yet very important thing in common: the passionate fire that grew behind them both. Their single finger interlock tightened as the inevitable neared.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Spike was direct, unwavering despite the fluttering of butterflies in his belly.

“A-and I’m ready to receive you, J-Jala,” Dansaar replied, swallowing. Spike might have been almost half his size and a self-ascribed inferior, but looming over him as he did, he was a colossus.

Slowly, Spike lowered his head down to Dansaar’s. Their lips smooshed together, an innocent kiss… at first. But soon after their lips parted, and they locked lips. Their tongues were slow to meet to begin with, like snakes exploring a new habitat, they flinched away from one another. Soon enough though, the dragon’s forked tongue slithered past Dansaar’s lips, meeting the zebra’s tongue and engaging in a friendly duel. At first, Spike’s tongue managed to easily force dominance over the zebra’s wider, more flat muscle. However, in a surprising twist bolstered by arousal or his duty as an Irra, Dansaar began fighting back with much more intensity; forcing Spike’s tongue to back off, taking the battle to the dragon’s maw instead.

Their chests stayed together as they continued to battle with mouths, but that did not discount the opening of other fronts. Spike’s hips moved on their own, reangling his draconic cock as he ground it against Dansaar’s coat. His pulsing dragon-cock felt piping hot against the zebra’s body, the salacious organ spurting an excess of the eager dragon’s liquid-musk against his coat. From Spike alone, the strong aroma of sex began to waft in the air but he wasn’t alone. Dansaar’s black bulb stained the dragon’s scales with sticky-wet spots, the alien sensation of his cock against the warm scales provoked a throaty yet pleasured moan down Spike’s throat.

However, just like their tongues, the aching hardness of each soon met against one another in a pleasurable friction. Both stopped their fighting tongues to let out a pleasured howl down each other’s gullets. Spike took that as a sign to keep going of course, gyrating his hips downwards against the twitching rod of Dansaar, his comparatively larger and ridged organ smothering the smaller black cock with a thick slab of pink dickmeat. The cocks pulsed against one another, for whilst the battle raged in their mouths, the twin dicks had achieved a peace treaty of softs - roughly yet slowly grinding over one another in a pleasurable back and forth.

Rather than explore with hands or eyes, learning of the other’s endowment through their own was a unique experience. Spike could feel that Dansaar’s flesh was turgid, rough yet soft like divine black velvet. However, in contrast, Dansaar noticed that Spike’s cock was smooth, the surface soft like silk yet when they pressed he knew right away that the soft flesh was hiding a hard steel rod beneath. Somehow, despite the massive differences in appearance, their two organs seemed to near meld against one another perfectly. Whilst Spike’s knot ran over the plump circumference of Dansaar’s stallionhood, the sensitive flare of Dansaar’s veiny shaft bumped over the dick ridges - both males climbing ever closer to the peak of their ecstasy.

Fueled by their bliss, the pair felt less anxious about sending their - free - hand to roam. Whilst Spike was a bit more limited, he sent his hand to grasp the zebra’s shoulder for more leverage, liking the feeling of the stallion’s soft coat under his fingers. Meanwhile, in a surprisingly forward move, Dansaar’s hand trailed down Spike’s back. Without seeing, Dansaar soon realised where his fingers were, sinking them into the dragon’s soft, scaly butt. Whilst not as bodacious as his own, the dragon’s plush booty planted the seed for possible ideas for the future. However, with Spike’s added leverage, Dansaar couldn’t dwell on the thought for long. With added control, Spike managed to thrust his hips back and forward, digging into some instinctual part of him that told him what he was doing was right. With the increased pace, their musky pre started to pool together, mixing into a dense obscene cocktail over the zebra’s stomach and chest.

Spike and Dansaar held onto each other for dear life as they moved against each other, the added pre making their organs slick and slippery, removing all friction but allowing them to go much faster. The ridges, knots and medial rings alone were enough to strike at each other’s pleasure centres, the pangs of ecstasy putting each of them on the edge of orgasm. In the throes of their pleasure race, Spike yanked his head back, taking a couple deep breaths, even as his hips continued pistoning back and forth. He stared down Dansaar, who looked up at him with a tired, meek smile, panting through his parted lips. His face so red Spike couldn’t even see the stripes, and that expression was far hotter than any magazine pin-up. On that thought alone, Spike smashed his lips back with Dansaar’s, passionately fencing their tongues once again as Spike determinedly pushed them closer to ecstasy.

Dansaar was first to seize up unsurprisingly, his scream of ecstasy muffled only by Spike’s lips. An untold amount of a zebra jizz was pent up within his nuts, the taut pair of latex wrapped eggs flexed in time to the pulses of his cock. The first rope of his thick seed spurted against the underside of Spike’s still grinding shaft, the second and third rapidly following. The feel of the warm, creamy load against his dick was what pushed Spike over the edge, the shoulder grasping hand sliding into a hug as he pulled Dansaar into a deep, almost possessive kiss. He refused to let go, his dick pulsing strongly against the zebra’s smaller organ before blasting his thick ropes over their chests and bellies, the weakest spurts covering the zebra’s cock in a few white strings.

It was only when they both crashed down from the peak of the climax did they both fall limp in each other’s holds, Spike releasing an uncharacteristic purr when their lips to breath and refusing to end their hug. Dansaar soon mimicked the dragon, raising his squeezing hand from Spike’s ass to similarly embrace him with a single arm. For several minutes they laid there like that, panting and holding each other tight. With the other hand, they still kept contact with the other, too fatigued to notice that Spike’s fingers were now able to fit into the empty spaces between Dansaar’s own…

“That was great.” Dansaar commented, still recapturing his breath, voice quiet.

“You were great,” Spike laundered with a grin, exposing one fang as he did so to the zebra’s blushing countenance. He let out a yawn soon after, pressing his cheek down dotingly on the zebra’s chest, letting out a contented sigh. “Okay… nap time.”

“Oh ho, no you don’t!” Dansaar exclaimed, pushing the sticky dragon off his similarly sticky chest.

“W-what? We’re not gonna conserve our energy after that? We don’t live forever ya know,” Spike started groggily, rubbing one eye as the zebra enthusiastically clambered off the bed.

“C’mooooon.” The zebra jibed in a manner hard not to find cute, tugging at the dragon's feet to try and make him rise. “We have to go somewhere.”

“To where?” Spike asked as Dansaar’s furious tugging pulled him to the edge of the bed.

“Well, I’m an Irra now, and we just consummate that fact!” he answered cheerily, wrapping his hand around the dragon’s ankle.

“Uh… So?” Spike didn’t want to go but he was also too weak to combat the zebra’s surge of energy, being limply pulled closer to the bed’s edge by his ankles.

“Soooo... I wanna s-show off my Jala!” Dansaar cried as he came closer and close to bringing the dragon to his feet by pulling at his hands.

Spike sighed as his legs hung over the edge of the bed. He had seen this before. Well, not personally, but Rarity’s numerous recounts of how her wealthy ‘marefriends’ showed off their ‘trophy colts’ certainly sparked a thought of familiarity. Still, he felt his chest flush. Dansaar just wanted to show off his new coltfriend, and that touching fact combined with Spike’s admittedly existent ego meant that he simply couldn’t refuse. “Urg, fine. Let me clean up first, “ he mumbled, sliding off the bed to stand up..

However, upon standing, he flinched at the same time Dansaar did. Spike’s brows furrowed as the zebra looked him over as though he were a stranger, cupping his own chin after a few moments.

“What?” Spike asked, crossing his arms.

“Did… d-did you get taller?”

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long ;(

Pwease forgive us

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