Spike, the adorable shota drake of Ponyville, pushed open the door to Carousel Boutique as he’d done so many times before. The door didn’t creak, for the master of this house kept everything, including the door hinges, as elegant as possible. And, as he’d done so many times before, he quickly surveyed the lobby for anything that seemed off. Rarity was a very meticulous and tidy mare. She had a tendency to throw overly dramatic fits whenever anything was removed from its proper place; but only in the company of others, because drama without an audience was pointless. The exception to this rule, obviously, was when things were deliberately moved to new places. The reason behind these moves could be as benign as redirecting the flow of inspirational energy in the room in order to stimulate her more creative side. However, more likely than not, in Spike’s experience, the reason for an object’s movement was as a marker for some sort of trap.
Spike smirked to himself as he spied several such traps in his immediate vicinity. The nearest was a scarf haphazardly discarded upon the floor not ten dragon steps from the door. It was pink, slightly worn, and looked like it had been meant for either the trash or the donation bin, but Spike knew better. Whereas careless newcomers might ignore the scarf and merely step over it, Spike knew to keep at least five dragon steps away at all times. However, if he did so by going around to the left, he would encounter a second dilemma in the form of a string.
The string was purple and only about three inches long. It did not appear to be connected to anything and even a veteran of Rarity’s shop might have missed it against the purple floor. Spike pondered why Rarity would include such a hard-to-spot trap indicator in such a place so close to the door. Usually she gave her intended victims a fair chance to evade her clutches, provided that they were vigilant. That she would up the difficulty level could only be because she knew that he, Spike the dragon, was coming. It might have just been a result of growing up with Twilight as a guardian, but the drake could not imagine any other possibility than this being a test of some sort. Spike’s chest swelled with pride at the thought of Rarity thinking so highly of his skill.
Rarity was a lady of class, mild sadism, and had an appreciation for accomplishment. Knowing her as well as he thought he did, Spike concluded that Rarity must have set up an array of challenges just for him. Entering the Boutique to the back room would be far harder than usual, and the option to leave was always available. However, such a notion was immediately overridden by a whisper deep in the drake’s core. It urged him on, reasoning that high risks yielded high rewards, that a cave with so many traps must surely be in defense of some truly great treasure.
Spike’s imagination took him to just such a cave. A vast tunnel of stone stretched out before him, lit by dim torches that did little to reveal the true dangers that lay in waiting. At the end of it all was a staircase. At the end of that stair case would be a room with a treasure chest. And within that treasure chest… Spike wiped the drool from his chin. If there was one thing he learned from watching Twilight, it was the dangers of thinking so far ahead that you forgot to act within the now.
In his imagination, Spike was no longer the little beansprout no taller than a foal with lingering baby pudge and hips that gave his walk an undignified waddle most of the time. Rather, he saw himself as a brave and gallant knight, about four times as tall with muscles for miles and an ass as firm as diamond. Also he had wings, because wings were cool, but he wouldn’t use them to overcome this challenge, because that would be cheating. Spike began his expedition into Rarity’s tunnel of dangers with a dodge roll to the right, because all the best heroes did dodge rolls. This moved him clear of the first two obstacles, a pit full of living scarves with teeth and a spider web made out of silken thread. “Child’s play!” he boldly proclaimed. And on he went.
Spike the brave and gallant only narrowly avoided the spikes that fell from the ceiling, as well as the darts that shot from the walls. The giant boulder made of yarn was especially harrowing. Looking back, Spike saw that his path was taking him along a zigzag pattern through the tunnel of imminent doom, often requiring him to backtrack at points. After a bit, Spike spied something that was definitely out of place, but was most certainly not an indicator of any sort of trap. Picking up the Joyboy, Spike brought it to his nose and took a deep inhale. “Button,” he stated grimly. The truth was as evident as it was terrifying. Spike, brave and gallant warrior that he was, had not been the first to enter the tunnel this day.
***
Meanwhile, up in the design room, an assembly of six innocent ponies had been tied down atop the backs of marequins. They had all come in for benign reasons, such as getting a status update on their orders or entering the wrong building by accident. They’d been careless, and were now suffering the consequences. Their backs were held straight and hooves restrained, the six innocent ponies could only moan in blissful agony as the vibrators shoved up their asses went to town on their sensitive insides. These weren’t ordinary vibrators either, but custom made after a model of a certain purple reptiles prepubescent cock. Their commissioner had brought them out in the hopes that it would better set the mood.
“Nnngh! Can we go now?” moaned Berry Punch from atop the pony shape. She was swaying slightly, causing the unique texture of the vibrator to grind along her anal canal. The friction was terribly stimulating, so much so that she’d lost track of how long she’d been trapped here, or how many orgasm’s she’d had. The amount of moister pooling on the marequin’s back and dripping down her inner legs would suggest quite a bit. “I’ve been here so long I’m starting to sober up.” There came a tingle of magic as a bottle of cheap booze levitated before the professionally shit-faced mare. “Oh, thank you.” She perked up immediately and eagerly began to suckle like an infant with a nipple.
“C-can I have my Joyboy back?” whined the adolescent brown colt. “I’m, oooh, b-bored.” Seeing how Berry’s complaining had gotten rewarded, Button had hoped to get something as well. Playing his game would require his hooves being untied, but the colt had no intention of taking advantage of the opportunity. He didn’t normally like playing with his butt, but the vibrator had been up there so long that he’d gotten used to it. The stimulation was different, but he didn’t hate it. If the master of this castle had seen fit to entrap intruders like this, then that was technically her right. Mostly he was just bummed about losing his game progress from this morning.
“N-not very convincing k-kid,” offered Thunderlane through happy pants. “You should really try and enjoy yourself.” Unlike some of the others, the older stallion was eagerly rocking his hips back and forth to get the most out of his experience. Besides it simply feeling good, he’d had enough adjustments on his various outfits to know the dangers of angering the mistress (of evil).
“You should listen to him, little one.” Her voice was smooth as silk, yet her cadence had a distinct undertone of danger. “Being happy is often its own reward. Not to mention it pleases me ever so much to see my darling pets satisfied with my work.” Then the mistress (of evil) switched to more of a pouty whine. “It makes me sad to see my lovelies not having a good time. Why, I’d hate to think that perhaps, just perhaps, I’m not doing enough to give my playthings what they need.”
Her implications were clear. So, after everypony’s hearts started beating again, they all followed Thunderlane’s lead and got to rocking, experimenting to find which positions felt the best. The mistress (of pure and devious evil) gave a dainty half smirk, pleased with their reactions. Today was going splendidly so far, and if her latest guest performed as well as she hoped, then this just might be The. Best. Possible. Day!
***
Downstairs, the brave and gallant knight’s muscled chest was heaving with his labored breaths. Looking back on his recent trials, Spike still couldn’t believe all of the work Rarity had put into what could only be described as an obstacle course. There were more than twelve times the usual amount of traps, and all at a far higher level of difficulty than usual. No one, not even Twilight using her full arsenal of spells, could get through them all, and yet he had. To say that the young drake was getting a big head from this realization would be an understatement. Spike’s eyes widened as he turned to face the door to the upstairs, only a couple meters away. He’d traversed the untraversable, and now the inner whisper hungering for treasure had evolved to a deafening roar of celebration. The test had nearly been passed, victory was neigh, and the prize would soon be his.
“No,” he chided himself. “Don’t get cocky. That leads to sloppiness, which will just cost me everything.”
He was right, of course. Rarity was the finest, most elegant lady in all the land. She would never settle for sloppiness, for such was unbecoming of a gentledrake like himself. So Spike, the brave and gallant knight, righted himself and once more scanned the horizon with his keen dragon eyes, only for his heart to sink at what he beheld.
Nothing. There was nothing. In the short distance between himself and the foot of the stairs, he couldn’t see anything. No discarded garments, no unusual dust patterns on the ceiling, not even an errant thread in the finely cleaned carpet. There was nothing, yet that was impossible. There had to be something. The last leg of the journey was always the hardest. This, Spike knew from the voice in his core. It’s how he would set up a dungeon of peril. It was simply how dungeons were meant to be. He’d never been told as such, for such a thing had never been stated in neither his, nor Twilight’s readings, yet he knew this to be an irrefutable truth. Rarity, almost as brilliant as she was lovely, should also know this fundamental truth. Thusly, the only conclusion Spike could draw was that there was something he wasn’t seeing.
Spike scanned the room once more, twice more, and then another six times. He looked behind himself to count all of the traps he’d narrowly avoided, set off prematurely, or circumvented entirely by choosing different paths. Ninety nine in total. That sealed it for him. Rarity had a distaste for the number nine. It was so close to the elegant completeness of ten, only to stop short. Ninety nine of anything would never be allowed in Rarity’s home. There had to be one more. At minimum, there had to be one more trap to round things out to an even one hundred, so where was it?
“Oh Spi~ike!” called a melodious voice from upstairs.
Spike’s ear fins flicked. He’d been so focused on his immediate surroundings that his senses had neglected anything beyond. Now that he was so close to the stairs, he could hear the moans of other ponies, no doubt the very ones he’d found evidence of being taken along his journey. No doubt they’d been captured and placed in the care of the one who’d orchestrated this ordeal, she who was his goal. They sounded like they were enjoying themselves.
Spike felt a pang of envy. They were being pleasured by the mistress (of twisted and perverse evil). They were moaning such delight, because of course they were. If they weren’t gagged, there was no other sound that she would tolerate. The mistress (of generous yet domineering evil) loved to make her captives feel good. And Spike, if he allowed himself to be captured as well, if he simply gave in and surrendered to her will, then he could also have…
The drake slapped himself across the face with a mighty crack. “Get it together!” he hissed. At this stage, surrender probably wouldn’t be as ire inducing as sloppiness. He’d just be giving into the allure that was the mistress of this domicile. Surely such an indulgence might be forgiven, but no. No, Spike had come too far now to just give up. Rarity was up there, waiting for him, counting on him to succeed where no one else could. He couldn’t let her down, or himself for that matter. If he made it to the end, well, he could scarcely imagine what would be in it for him, but he knew that he wanted it, craved it, deserved it.
Spike took one last look around the room, counting up every trap and mapping its location in his mind’s eye. The final obstacle continued to elude him, but that was fine. He’d formulated a strategy. Mindful of the traps still behind him, Spike began to carefully measure the final stretch of distance towards his goal. With a running start, he might just barely manage to leap across the gorge of certain doom, avoid the final trap(s), and claim victory.
Though brave and gallant, Spike the knight knew the virtue of caution when dealing with a horny unicorn. He backed up, eyes constantly darting between his feet and his surroundings. No new traps had caught his eye, but he should assume that the last stretch of carpet was a danger zone to be avoided at all costs. Having reached the minimum running distance while maintaining his own safety, Spike took a second to control his breathing. It all came down to this moment and he had to fully commit himself mind, body, and soul.
Eyes on the prize, Spike commenced his sprint. Normally he was a waddeler, what with his pudgy thighs, rounded buttocks, and overall thiccness, but he’d grown well into his new shape these last few months. His sprint accelerated at a remarkable speed. Ever mindful of the terrain, Spike waited until he was atop the invisible border marking the zone of the unknown before making his leap of faith. He was doing it. Leaping through the air, soaring through the sky like he had proper wings, Spike was making the leap. He was going the distance. He was making it!
And then he inelegantly met the ground.
*Pomf*
That was the sound of Spike face planting into the impossibly soft carpet. It didn’t take long for the drake to realize that this wasn’t carpet at all, but a pillow. Gears painted to camouflage into the ceiling began to turn and the pillow quickly folded to envelope his little body. Spike tried to scamper free, but it was already too late. Hoisted into the air, Spike was now sealed up in a pillow wrapped around his back, snugly confining his arms and legs while leaving his front exposed, and tied off with a pretty red ribbon. When struggling failed, he briefly considered using fire to free himself, but discarded the idea just as quickly. Rarity wouldn’t like him burning her things. Besides, he’d been caught fair and square. Escape now would go against the principle of the thing. And so Spike, humble and servile, hung his head low in a funk and awaited her arrival.
“Tsk, tsk,” Rarity chided as she descended the stairs and took in the scene of her sales floor. “And you were doing so well, too.”
Spike shot up to look at her, his funk banished by the sight of the gorgeous mare of his dreams. Her fur was alabaster white, groomed to perfection and would sometimes shine in the right light. Her mane, an elegantly swirled and violet quaff, had this entrancing shimmer no matter the light. Her figure was lean, well balanced, and with just the right amount of plumpness where it mattered, giving her ass a bit of a jiggle with each ladylike step. She flittered her azure eyes at the bound creature as she gave him a pleased yet disappointed smile.
“Good afternoon, Spikey-wikey.”
“H-hey, Rarity.” Spike blushed intensely, fighting to look the mare in the eye. He’d always felt just a little overwhelmed whenever he saw her, but now he was feeling something new: shame. She’d given him a task and, for the first time since they’d met, he’d failed to meet her expectations. It felt like disappointment was stabbing him right through the heart.
For Rarity, it was also a struggle to keep her expression that of mild amusement. Internally, she was in awe of just how well Spike had done. She had a hard time imagining anypony making it this far, not even herself, and yet Spike had done it. He’d made it all the way to the impossible trap, co-designed by none other than Pinkie Pie, mistress of try-not-to-think-about-it. Truth be told, Rarity was impressed beyond words at what Spike had accomplished, but she couldn’t let him know that, at least not yet. For now, he had to think he’d failed, had to be brought down low so that she could raise him back up again. Such was the nature of the game.
“You made it quite far,” Rarity stated impassively as she surveyed the boutique. “Much further than the others.”
Spike just gave a despondent huff.
“Now, now. Don’t be like that, darling.” Rarity lit her horn and flipped a switch. The gears turned and the rope lowered Spike down to eyelevel with her. “You might not have crossed the finish line-” which was technically about four meters behind him “-but you still came in first out of all participants. That counts for something.”
Daring to hope, Spike looked up and met Rarity’s eyes. Those shimmering azure orbs roamed his body with such hunger, such longing, that Spike was sporting an erection before he’d even realized it.
Rarity’s demure smile tripled in size as she absently licked her lips. Spike had grown to the point in his development where he now sported a hemipenis; street name double dick. He effectively had two very distinct cocks, though they were technically a single organ. By Rarity’s reckoning, each member was above average for a colt of Spike’s size, a slightly pinker shade of purple than his scales, and capped off with spear-like tips. Simply looking at this exotic treat brought Rarity’s futa cock out to join the party as her imagination ran to all of the obvious spots.
“Goodness, Spikey-wikey! You’ve certainly grown since last we met.”
Spike felt his confidence return, glad for the absence of disappointment in Rarity’s voice. He then glanced down where Rarity’s lustful gaze had been fixating and decided to go a step further. “Nah. This is about my usual growth whenever you’re around.”
Caught off guard, Rarity threw a hoof over her snoot to hide her tittering. “My, my, but aren’t you the little charmer.”
“I can’t help it. When seeing such a pretty and charming mare, I always feel like I gotta do my part to measure up.” He gave his hips a little thrust, making his hemipenis bob as if to nod in affirmation.
For reasons Rarity didn’t fully understand, it felt like her heart had just done a backflip, but she managed to bring her lustful craving back under control. “You really know how to make a lady feel appreciated,” she said with a bit more sentiment than intended. “That’s what every lady, no, what everypony wants, really. We want to be appreciated, to know that there is something about us that others value. It’s certainly how I try to conduct myself with my little pets. I go through the effort of binding them to my will, and giving them exquisite pleasure in exchange for their submission. It’s a lot of work, but that’s how I show that I care.”
Spike swooned. Were he not currently suspended in midair, he’d probably collapse to the floor, which was technically true on multiple levels. He adored Rarity. It wasn’t just because she was the hottest thing since Celestia, which she absolutely was. She had a way of caring, which, while intimidating and unorthodox to say the least, came from a very sincere place. The drake only wished he wasn’t so busy swooning that he could tell her as much.
“And you, Spikey-wikey,” she continued, stealing another glance at his groin. “Your new equipment is merely the cherry atop a very large and layered ice-cream sundae.” She giggled at his confusion. “Most of my playthings are intimidated by me, you know,” she confessed, revealing a sliver of disappointment. “While understandable, it can sometimes get lonely when they come to my shop only when they need to. But you, darling. You visit as much as you can because you want to. Your work ethic cannot be understated and your words are as delightful to the ear as your tongue is to a clit,” she finished with a cluck of her tongue.
Spike shuddered. “Uh, can you let me down now?” he asked while struggling. “I’d like to get free of this so I can-”
“Free?” Rarity pretended to be shocked. “Darling, why would you ever want to be free of me?”
“Or loose. Whatever.” Swallowing his annoyance, Spike decided to rephrase his desire. “If it please you, milady,” he accentuated with a respectful bow that made Rarity’s pussy start to wink like it just came back into fashion. “I would like to be let down. All this talk about appreciation makes me feel like there’s more that I could be doing.” He suggestively flickered his forked tongue before sucking the organ back in with a wet and audible slurp.
Rarity’s eyes narrowed in dangerous accusation. “One of these days, that silver tongue of yours is going to get you fucked beyond all reason.” She immediately regretted her word choice, already knowing how Spike would retort.
“Oh? Is that today?” he asked with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. “Glad I cleared my calander.”
Rarity’s smile had been lost, consumed by the teeth she bore in frustration. “My pussy is dripping down my thighs,” she informed in a low growl. “I had taken a bath not an hour ago to make myself ready for you, and you go and get me sticky before we can even start.” Her words sounded petulant, even to her. A lady of her caliber did not blame others for their arousal, least of all a minor like Spike. No, they took responsibility for themselves, and reminded the accused party of their place.
“See, now if I were free, I could maybe, you know, clean you with a tongue bath,” Spike offered, feigning disinterest. “I’d lay you down on the bed, press my cheek on you-hrmf?” Spike was silenced by an azure cloud of sparkles pinching his lips closed.
“I think we’ve dawdled enough down here,” Rarity stated, retaking control of the situation. She undid the rope, but kept Spike bound in the pillow. Using her magic, she impatiently carried her captive upstairs and down the hall to her design room. In her frustration, she needlessly slammed the door open, startling her other playthings. “Sorry about that,” she said while not even looking their way. The alabaster mare carried her latest prize to the center of the room, freed him of his pillow prison, and placed him upon one of her latest purchases.
Spike tested the softness of this new, soft, and freshly cleaned white surface. “This a futon?”
“A dragon of culture, I see.” Rarity’s frustration with the drake’s cocky attitude only barely won out against her awe at his worldly knowledge. “Yes. These aren’t terribly common in Equestria, but I’ve found this one makes for a lovely conversation starter as a foreign form of bedding. Imagining the possibilities of such an item, all of the ponies that I could play with upon its comfortable surface without hauling around a full mattress or couch, has proven an excellent source of creative stimulation. And, when not in use, I find it lovely as a rug.”
Spike waited for Rarity to finish before turning around. He got down onto his hands and knees as he crawled around and tested the feel of the futon. “Hmm. Even though it’s a little thin, this has pretty good support. Like a sleeping bag. I could probably do all kinds of stuff laying on this,” he thought aloud, his tone feigning innocence. He crawled around upon the fabric, feeling out different places and bouncing a little to test the density. All the while his back was pointed at Rarity. Rather, his hiked tail and chubby dragon butt were aimed squarely in her direction.
Rarity found herself briefly transfixed. Something about that luscious little rump seemed even more enticing than usual. Was it bigger? Did it have more of a bubble shape? It was entirely possible. The drake’s body had undergone some remarkable changes since she’d first brought him into her shop and played with him. And each and every one of those changes had increased his appeal. It could have been his new double dick dangling just below those scrumptious little cheeks. That was certainly a possibility as well, as he’d had a mere mono-dick the last time he’d bent over for her. Then again, the last time he’d bent over for her had been at her request. This time he’d done so all on his own, just for her, wiggling that shapely little bottom in the way that he knew she loved. Those rich, full, purple cheeks jiggled around the stretch of soft green that marked his underside. And at the center of it all, the core, was that dark green pucker that had brought her such delight these last few months. It twitched like it knew it was being watched, no doubt anxious to yet again demonstrate its exquisite tightness and welcoming warmth.
“Whoooa!” Berry Punch whistled. “Yeah. Dinner and a show! Shake it, baby!”
Looking up, Spike finally took notice of his audience. Four mares, a stallion, and a colt were all watching him. The mares were hooting and hollering their enjoyment of his little display. Confidence boosted further, he turned his rear slightly to give them a better view, resulting in their raised volume. The stallion was less enthusiastic, appraising the drake as one would a piece of art, his erection clearly a result of Rarity’s work and not the drake’s allure. He understood the idea of the appeal, but wasn’t terribly moved by it, which was just fine by Spike. Dude dicks weren’t the drake’s thing, anyway. Last was the colt, who Spike recognized as Button. The little brown fuzz ball looked confused more than anything, with just a hint of impatience. Clearly he was the least happy to be here and Spike couldn’t help but pity the poor guy.
The cheers of their audience had snapped Rarity back to reality. After which she’d followed Spike’s line of sight and took notice of the colt’s disgruntled expression. She reached the same conclusion as the drake, that he wasn’t enjoying himself like the others were. At first Rarity pitied this colt for failing to appreciate the beauty of the scene that was about to unfold, but then her heart sank from the realization that this was not the colt’s fault, but her own failure. She’d meant what she said earlier about hating the idea of not doing enough to please all of her playthings.
“I see,” the master of the house said in a most unsettling tone, bringing the room to a dead silence. All eyes fell upon her, seeing that she’d been looking at Button as she spoke. The colt’s blood went cold as all present reached the conclusion that he’d done something to displease the mare, and so feared for his wellbeing. Purpose in her heart, Rarity turned away and briskly trotted over to one of her chests, flipped it open, and began rummaging around. “Sorry, Spike,” she said into the chest as objects were moved about, “but there is something I must attend to, post haste. My credibility as a lady is on the line.” The word was spoken with weight.
Spike watched Rarity the entire time, concerned for her change in mood. Her tail was hiked to give them all a show as she searched, which was a relief. It meant that she was upset, but not so upset that she was ignoring them. Yet it was still hard for Spike to concentrate on her sublime ass cheeks, urgently winking pussy, and swinging balls. He had to wipe his lips clean of drool as his imagination began to run wild with all the things he would do with that pristine garden. However, concern won out over lust and, rather than jump her while she was distracted, he spoke up. “Whatever you need, I can help.”
“Thank you, darling. Alas, I am afraid this issue is mine alone to resolve.”
Spike glowered, not at all pleased with this answer. He stood and tried to look as serious as he could. “I’m not just gonna stand here and jerk it, ya know,” he informed while making a crude gesture with his hand. “It’s no fun if you’re not into it, too.”
Rarity had just found what she was looking for, but Spike’s words struck her like a sack of potatoes to the face. Though she had her reasons, it now occurred to her that she’d disrespected him by prioritizing the feelings of another over his, the one whom she’d invited. And despite that, he was still concerned for her, his only apparent source of offense was that she hadn’t let him help. If possible, her tail had just lifted itself even higher and the trickle of mare juices running down her leg had increased to a steady fountain flow. “S-Spike.”
Spike was growing worried at this latest change in tone. What was happening with her? “Uh, yeah?”
Rarity extricated herself from the chest and turned bodily to face Spike, a strange cylindrical device in her magic. “This is a mechanical cock sleeve. It’s essentially a vibrator designed for penises. The colt,” she swore internally at forgetting his name, “wasn’t enjoying himself, so I needed to correct the problem. Normally I’d prefer to use my own magic for such things, but I didn’t want my focus unnecessarily divided. I wanted an audience, Spike,” she confessed with deep, husky exhales as she stared wide-eyed at the drake. “I wanted as many ponies as I could catch to watch us make love.”
After a too long period of silence, Spike cleared his throat and tapped a fist to his chest. “Sorry. I think my heart stopped for a second there. What was that last word again?”
“You heard me,” Rarity panted. She levitated the device over to Button and affixed the contraption to his prepubescent penis, all the while never tearing her eyes from Spike. “Playthings come and go, Spike. For the longest time I’ve been content with this way of living, but you’re something different. And I’m not letting you leave this room until I’m convinced that you understand this truth.”
Hello, fear bonor. Haven’t seen you in a while. “Rarity…” Spike couldn’t find the words to express himself. A part of him wanted to yeet himself out the window and hope for the best, but a much larger part screamed that there was treasure to be had. It’s there, right in front of you, said the inner voice. Something precious is being freely offered. Stop being a pussy and take it already! Lacking the cognitive ability to offer a rebuttal to his own inner desires, Spike took a single step forward.
Free of all distractions, Rarity lit her horn and snatched Spike by the spade of his tail. “Ah, ah,” she tutted. “Your feelings have been obvious since day one. As I said, I will be the one convincing you of my feelings. That is,” she smirked, regaining her normal composure, “if you so wish.”
Spike laughed nervously. The grip on his tail was firm, lifting the spade up just high enough that he’d been effectively stopped from moving anywhere. Rarity had stolen his mobility, resulting in the desired effect of his growing nervouscitement. His words were awkward, but the best that he could muster. “Even if I actually had a choice, I’d still have no choice at all.”
Rarity chuckled as she began her slow swagger up to the soon-to-be subject of her affection. “That sounds like a line from a trashy romance novel.”
“Anklets of Iron, book four, chapter twelve. Twilight’s been reading while she-Oh!” Spike yelped as he felt the soft tingle of magic stroke along his little balls. “W-while butt fucks me in bed. We rrread togethhher,” he stammered his confession as tiny jolts of pleasure tickled at his brain.
This earned another, more reserved round of applause from the audience. Although they all knew it was happening and most had even seen it, the idea of an older futa mare pinning down a cute little shota and butt fucking his brains out was an appreciable turn-on.
Rarity purred like a lioness as she circled her prey. She was devouring him with her eyes as she drank in his unique shape. He was small, like a colt, yet even accounting for his being a biped, which was in itself an exotic sight, his proportions were off. The little drake was very bottom heavy in a way that vaguely resembled a bowling pin. A large head sat atop a rather scrawny chest, which was then supported by sumptuously wide hips and a shapely ass that most mares only dreamed of having. His figure really was rather feminine the more she thought about it, which was probably why he looked so attractive.
“Strictly speaking,” Rarity purred as she circled ever closer to her prey. “Although I take in all types, I have a general preference for mature and full figured mares.” Spike’s draconic musk was growing more pungent by the second as it permeated the room. Even so, she decided to be playful and lean in mere inches from his ear fin, inhale deeply, and then pelt his cheek with her hot exhale. She’d eaten tulips recently. He shivered delightfully, making both of her genitals twitch at the power she held over him. “Yet of all the creatures I’ve played with, Spike, you seem to embody many of my favorite feminine attributes while maintaining a cute, boyish charm.” Her heart leapt at his adorable tittering. “Do you know what I want to do to you, right now?”
Spike swallowed audibly. His inability to run and the predatory hunger in the mare’s eyes had terrified him to the core. It was like his heart was trying to escape right out of his ribs, though there was no point. Now that Rarity had set her sights on something she wanted, she was going to get it. Period. Yet her words seemed strange. Was this another test? Was she giving him a chance to decide where this went? Supposedly submissives were supposed to have the real power in sex, but the reasoning had never really made much sense to the drake. Oh well. It was probably best to start with a safe answer and see where things went from there. “You’re, uh, gonna fuck my ass?”
“Is that what you want, little boy?” cooed Rarity. She was closer than ever and gave another hot exhale against his neck spines. This caused his back to arch and his butt to stick out. She looked, but that wasn’t enough. “Do you want me to stick my, ahem, phat cock up your tight little boy pussy.” The frog of her hoof cupped around his left cheek, appraising its firmness to her liking. Her hoof began to glide along the smooth, rounded surface as she teased him further. “Do you want me to bend you over, pin your face to this lovely futon of mine, and shove it in like a stallion who’s lost all control?” She had no choice but to pull one cheek aside to give herself a clear, unobstructed view of his delectable little pucker. “Is that what you want, little boy?”
Spike was fervently balling and opening his palms to keep his hands occupied. Rarity wouldn’t appreciate him jerking off without permission, but his cocks were really starting to ache. There was an emptiness burning in his anal canal. Even his efforts to grind his butt cheeks together did nothing to alleviate the discomfort. Conversely, his balls ached with fullness. His body seemed very confused, wanting to get his ass rammed while simultaneously craving to empty his balls into a mare. It was with much effort that Spike eventually gave his reply. “N-no!”
“No? Why no?” Rarity asked as she continued toying with his little rump. She couldn’t put into words exactly how the little boy’s bottom had changed since last they played, but she was sorely tempted to petition Twilight to loan the drake out to her as a pillow to rest her weary head upon after those especially trying days.
“Y-you’re not a s-stallion,” Spike croaked out. “You’re a mare, a lady!” Feeling Rarity ease up on her teasing, Spike pressed on. “You’re the prettiest lady in all of Ponyville. I only like cocks on sexy futas, like you.” He turned his head to meet her eyes. “You said you wanted to make love, and that’s what I want. I want to show my love to the most lovely futa mare. Take my ass if that makes you happy, but there’s a lot more I could do that I know you’ll love.”
Rarity wanted to say something dismissive, something to remind the drake that she held absolute control in this domicile and that he was lucky that she’d even given him a chance to speak. But the words didn’t come. She tried again, opening her mouth, but the words died in her throat, coming out only as a longing swoon. The alabaster mare was experiencing a similar set of aches to the drake, wanting to fill and be filled all at once. Unable to voice her appreciation for such sensations, she decided to show Spike instead with a full mouth kiss as her eyes closed.
Eyes closed, Spike hummed his contentment into Rarity’s mouth. Her lips had a subtle sweetness to them, not like the blast of sugar he got from kissing Pinkie. Rarity’s flavor was, of course, as refined as she was, and he parted his lips to play with hers. Though his tail was still held in place, Spike could no longer deny his hands and wrapped his arms around Rarity, pulling them close. He was careful of her quaff as his claws ran through its silken threads, tenderly scratching at her scalp in that way all ponies seemed to love. Then, when her lips also parted, Spike was greeted by her domineering tongue barging its way in and claiming his mouth as its own. He offered only a token resistance, likening his actions to that of a dance as his forked taster encircled and embraced her broad flat organ.
Rarity parted from the kiss, opening her eyes to spy a thin strand of saliva bridging their lips. The strand grew thinner the further she drew away from him until it finally snapped. He giggled at the mundane occurrence and she did the same. She took one last step back and finally released his tail. “Well then, Spikey-wikey. You’re free. What will you-”
Spike didn’t even wait for Rarity to finish before he dove under her legs. He embraced her elongated appendage like a long absent friend. Its surface was smooth and hot against his chest and cheek and he stayed like that for a second, just taking it all in. He sniffed, shuddering as the aroma of futa musk did the impossible and increased his arousal beyond what it already was. Then his arms started moving. Mindful of his sharp claws, his little hands began massaging along the surface of her pristine, porcelain white cock. He found her medial ring almost immediately, his touch causing Rarity to spasm atop him.
“Now, now, Spike,” she warned, mindful to keep her balance. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Remember your manners.”
Spike giggled. “Always finish inside unless they ask otherwise,” he recited with a hint of annoyance. As if he could ever forget something so obvious. A slight growl from his belly further reminded him of what was right and he pulled away. He eyed the flat of Rarity’s futa cock, the tip already drooling with clear precum. Unable to hold himself back further, Spike momentarily forgot his manners and opened wide, stuffing as much of the mare’s fifth leg in his mouth as possible.
“Th-there’s a good boy, Spikey-wikey,” Rarity encouraged. Peeking out of the corner of her eye and recalling their audience, she gave a dignified and prideful smile, lifting her chin high in the image of a true alpha mare. A fore hoof was placed to the back of Spike’s head, gently stroking his scalp rather than forcing him further. She trusted him to know what to do. “You’re quite the little expert, darling. By all means, take your time. Remember that this is just as much for you as I.”
Spike hummed gratefully, glad that he was allowed to go at his own pace and just enjoy himself. The hot piece of meat was truly a treat for his tongue, almost as delightful as its owner’s lips. Once he was satisfied with his current mouthful, he pushed further down, feeling the flat head push past his uvula and down his throat. There was no gag reflex. His throat had been well trained to accept any cock with grace. He didn’t even notice a stifling of his air way. There was only the pleasant sensation of swallowing the delicious piece of meat, tantalizing his taste buds and stretching out his throat in ways that a life with Twilight had taught him to appreciate. And then he reached her medial ring.
“Molestia’s teats!” Rarity swore in a most unladylike manner. Spike was mercilessly attacking the line of sensitive flesh with his lips. His period of experimentation was brief as he quickly zeroed in on the spots that elicited the strongest reactions. “Wh-when did you get so good?”
Giggling around his mouthful, Spike glanced up to spy Rarity’s plump and perky teats dangling mere inches from his face. Grinning deviously, he reached up and poked a claw at the very edge of her areola, making Rarity suck in air through her teeth. He then began to draw around the mare’s pink nipple until the faint indent of a six sided star was left behind.
“Twilight. Of course,” Rarity hissed again. “I should have known.”
“You really *hic* should’ve,” agreed Berry. Her outburst was rewarded by having the dragon dick vibrator turned up four levels. She made an excited whinny, dropped her bottle, and quickly lost herself to the sensation, laughing like a fool all the while.
“Any other commentary from the peanut gallery?” Rarity asked in warning, to which the rest of her audience fervently shook their heads. “Smart.” She returned her attention where it belonged as Spike had swallowed her medial ring, massaging it with his throat instead of his tongue. Now his nose was less than an inch from the base. One hand had stayed on her teat to mold it and play with her nipple while the other hand found its way to her balls, doing much the same. At some point, Rarity found that she’d started thrusting. “Oh fuck yes, Spike. Your throat is such a wonderful sex hole. Nnngh! I’m so close.”
He could feel it, too. Rarity’s shaft was twitching, pulsing with imminent climax. This encouraged Spike to redouble his attack. He tried bobbing his head upon her shaft, but could only go so far before he could no longer use his hands on her other parts. So he contented himself to slow, shallow bobs, using his entire esophagus to stimulate her magical stiffness. Though he couldn’t quite reach her pussy, he switched his ball fondling hand to join in teat fondling, knowing that Rarity was more sensitive there. She’d appreciate that, and he appreciated the soft give beneath his claws as he kneaded her flesh. That was when Rarity let out a deep, guttural groan. Spike felt the swelling of the shaft through his mouth and down his throat, followed by a sudden engorging of his belly as hot syrupy cum was deposited directly into his stomach. Rarity held Spike’s head firmly in place as she rode out her orgasm. He let her, loving the feeling of a filled belly.
This went on for several seconds with Spike’s throat expanding like a willful swallow each time Rarity pumped more semen directly into his belly, making him swell. Once she’d finished, Rarity slowly extricated herself from the drake’s gullet. She lingered a bit at the end to allow her head to leak its last spurts of semen directly onto Spike’s tongue. It filled her with pride hearing his wordless hums as he savored the treat she’d generously left for him. Studying him, it appeared that the drake had just swallowed an entire gallon of ice cream, swelling his middle and making it slosh when he moved too much. This state would be short lived as her semen would be digested quickly, yet Spike seemed perfectly content with his well-deserved treat. However, that was when a rather devious idea struck the mare and she decided to see what all the fuss was about. She seized the drake in her magic and pressed his snoot to hers, forced his mouth open with her tongue, and took a sample. “Hmm.”
Spike’s draconic greed was outraged. How dare this mare try and steal my treasure? Well, she wasn’t going to get it without a fight. Spike put his all in his tongue and seized the viscous nectar back from Rarity. Yet she guarded her stolen goods with equal greed, wrestling his tongue down so that she could take it back. Back and forth they went, swapping spit and sweet futa cum. Spike wasn’t sure when he’d wrapped his arms around Rarity’s neck, or how this would help him hold onto his rightfully won treasure, but it felt like the right thing to do. It was nice to hold the mare, and she wrapped a foreleg around his back to hold him equally close as they passionately sucked face. In the end, Spike won out, swallowing the last of Rarity’s seed before pulling away with a smirk of triumph.
“Don’t get cocky,” Rarity warned, glowering at the little drake in her grasp.
“Hehe. Yeah, that’s your job, right?”
Pretending not to be amused, Rarity huffed indignantly and slammed Spike hard to the futon, making his slightly smaller belly jiggle like a water balloon. The bedding cushioned the impact splendidly, but a point needed to be made. “I have been much too tolerant of that disrespectful little mouth of yours.”
“Disrespectful?” Spike asked incredulously. “That’s not what it sounded like a few seconds ago.”
Incensed, Rarity stomped over to Spike, planting her hooves to either side of his hips and staring down at him with a hard glare. “I said I was going to show you my feelings, Spikey-wikey,” she said in a way that made Spike’s blood run cold. “And while I am truly fond of you, I also feel that my precious toys need to show proper reverence to their mistress.”
“Of sexy evil?”
“Obviously.”
“Okay, good.”
Author's Note
I got a little carried away with this part and may have recycled a script from something already written but yet to be published. Anyway, it wouldn't be Rarity without a bit of drama, heroism, and some mild sadism.
Rarity lifted Spike up a short ways before flipping him onto his back. His belly wobbled, but even less so than before. Her horn lit and silken ribbons the same shade as her mane struck out from the shadows and bound Spike’s limbs in their comforting yet confining embrace. “Protocol normally dictates that you be face down and ass up for this next part, but I do not want that,” she said as her eyes roamed over his little body. He looked so pitiful, quivering like a frightened foal before her immensity. But at the same time, his hemipenis stood tall and twitched with need. His bravery was also to be admired as he fought to keep his legs spread for her convenience. “I want to see your face as I stake my claim on your impudent little bottom.” She then turned back to her audience. “Does that sound like something you’d want to see?”
Though hesitant to speak at first, the five watchers who were still self-aware eventually nodded. As much as they liked Spike, they wanted to see him dominated, put in his place by the elegant and fashionable mare. The mares grew especially bold, wanting to see him fucked as stupid as Berry. Thunderlane was just as enthusiastic, wanting to see Spike’s face as Rarity made him her bitch. And Button, well, just agreed with the others and didn’t have any further opinion.
“You heard them, Spikey-wikey. These ponies want to watch me dominate you, make you mine, and overall-”
“Make love?” Spike cut in, his question hesitant and hopeful.
Rarity hesitated a second, recalling her earlier declaration. “Later,” she said a bit quietly before pulling herself back into a dominatrix mindset. “After I’ve reduced you to a sniveling slut hungry for my cock, only then will you have earned a tender reprieve.”
Hope restored, Spike nodded his compliance and laid back.
“Very good, Spikey-wikey,” Rarity said a bit more tenderly. From her position, it was easy to align the flat head of her cock with the little drake’s tight green opening. His buns were warm as she dry-humped through his cheeks and over his diminutive little cocks. Despite the difference in size, Rarity still took note of their distinct feel against her massive member, and especially when the twin heads poked against her medial ring.
“My, you’re a tiny thing,” Rarity tittered. “Bigger than most colts your age, I suppose, yet your exotic shape is nothing compared to my size. We might as well be comparing bean sprouts and hundred year old oak trees.”
Spike whined, both from arousal at feeling his cock weighed down beneath Rarity’s larger appendage, and in humiliation from her words. Not too many ponies had ever called him small down there. Most understood that he was young, like a foal, and complimented his relative bigness. “Th-that’s not fair,” he whined some more. “You’ve got a magical futa dick.”
“Indeed I do,” Rarity agreed, dropping more of her weight down to smother her plaything’s tiny peckers. “And you have a cute little boy pussy, sculpted from months of training specially to take futa cocks like mine.” Spike’s belly scales were warm against her own stomach. He was so small that, if she wanted, she could probably conceal him entirely beneath her form. He was completely at her mercy, and it was making both her cock and pussy ache in agony.
“Y-yes,” Spike whimpered. “Fuck me. Fuck your futa cock up my ass! Fill me ‘til I swell like a balloon!”
With a wicked grin, Rarity whispered her reply. “Gladly.” Lifting herself back up, she once more aligned the flat tip of her futa cock with his entrance. Unlike with most asses she’d fucked, Spike’s muscled ring opened up with little fuss or fanfare. Unlike any common stallion taking a lovely young rectum, Rarity had never needed lube to help a bottom accommodate her girth, for such was the majesty of a magically endowed futa penis.
Spike groaned as his hole stretched open, taking more and more of her girth as she inched her hips forward. “F-fuck!” was all he could say as his formerly empty insides were granted the sweet bliss of fullness. Little by little, the mare’s erection entered his hole, scraping blissfully along his insides. He could feel every distinct vein, a picture forming clearly in his mind’s eye as he was penetrated. The steady pulsing of her heartbeat thrummed through his body, shaking his bones like he was at a rave. Rarity wasn’t the biggest he’d taken back there, nor could he rightly say that she was the best. Yet there was no doubt that Spike loved every second of the mare spreading his ass wide.
“Goodness, darling!” Rarity matched Spike’s lewd moaning with some of her own. She’d had his ass before, plenty of times, yet it seemed to get just a little better with every session. When her hips went as far as they could go, she had to step forward. Spike’s ass had the perfect grip, not so constricting that she had trouble moving, but not so loose that it was like throwing a hay dog down a hallway. It was a firm, adoring embrace, hugging her cock with his ass. His ass cheeks were soft and warm against her hanging scrotum, reaffirming her belief that his bum made for a superb pillow. Her breath hitched once she finally bottomed out inside his bottom. His rectum had fully engulfed her member with its burning grip, and she loved it.
Spike struggled in his bonds. It was partially a reflex, his body writhing in bliss as his ass was spread open. “Aaah!” But he also wanted to use his hands. Spike fancied himself a very involved lover, loving doing everything in his power to contribute to making good sex into great sex. With his limbs out of commission, Spike tried flexing his ass, tightening and relaxing around Rarity’s girth to see how she might react.
“Goodness,” Rarity giggled. “Such a truly magnificent bottom you have. Tight, yet experienced,” she praised while giving her hips a wiggle and slipped a few more inches inside. Her medial ring slipped through his anal ring, causing them both to hiss and tense before she pressed on. Spike’s insides were an inferno, but one she felt her body craving. She slipped deeper and deeper, her eyes following the distinct bulge left in his abdomen. “My, oh my!” She placed a hoof on his chest, compressing the bulge. “Is… is that your heartbeat, Spike?” It certainly felt like something new was pulsating very near her cock head.
Spike took a second to feel himself out. He felt the bulge and the compression of Rarity’s hoof. Remembering his anatomy lessons, he answered, “I think so.” His words were in awe of what had just happened, of what his body had done. Everyone knew that bodies were moderately stretchy and could accommodate a great many things, but this seemed to be pushing it.
“You really are made for futa cocks, aren’t you?” Rarity stated more than asked, her words laced in awe and appreciation. “Such a wonderful body you have, and it’s all for me.”
“All for you,” Spike agreed.
Smiling, Rarity lit her horn and manifested an azure aura around the hemipenis. Spike jolted, humping his hips up, but the binds held strong. “How does that feel, darling?”
Spike was struggling to regain his breath. The feel of magic tickled at his double dick like no natural orifice ever could. He could still feel the open air, but the pressure was unmistakable. It was like a blanket made up of a hundred tiny tongues lapping along his sack and the pair of shafts. Working in tandem, the tongues could even apply a unified force of pressure. “I love mmmagic!” Spike whined.
“Of course you do, darling,” agreed Rarity, almost taunting him for saying something so obvious. “Magic is magnificent, especially when performed by an expert.” In demonstration, Rarity pinched the base of both shafts, creating a tight ring that slowly ascended each prick. When she reached the tips, her magical rings descended right back down to the bases, all while the rest of her aura tickled and teased at the rest of his shafts.
Rarity felt this, her magical projection sending stimulation directly into her brain. It was as though she’d grown new appendages specifically for this activity and their movement came as naturally as moving her own body. This included feeling the slick and smooth texture of Spike’s hemipenis. “Hmm,” she moaned. “I can taste your little boyhood, Spikey-wikey.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes, body absently swaying as she took another couple steps forward.
Spike gave a loud gasp. Rarity had fully hilted inside of him. “So… full!” But it wasn’t just the feeling of warmth, the pulsing of her heartbeat, or even the grand satisfaction of being stretched. Rather, Spike was overwhelmed with a sense of wholeness, of completeness. The sensations rushing through and across his body added up to a feeling of rightness. This was how things should be, how he should be, two bodies joined as one, and he couldn’t get enough.
Rarity couldn’t get enough either. After a courtesy few seconds for Spike to acclimate to the feeling of her mare meat shoved up his rectum, she started to pull out. He whined so pitifully. It was like music to her ears. “Oh, darling, don’t be like that,” she purred. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”
Spike continued to moan in protest. In contrast to her smooth entry, Rarity’s exit was far rougher. Her cock was scraping along his insides as though trying to pull them on the way out. It hurt so wonderfully, but he still wanted it to stop. He wanted to her to stop, to go back and put her penis where it belonged.
Rarity took sadistic delight in her slow withdrawal, loving the power she had over the little guy. “I’m loving the sounds you’re making, darling. It’s like a grand symphony of lustful need, an ode to your adoration for me.” She smirked. “Or is that just all futa cocks? Are you singing for Apple Jack as well?” She rolled her hips, twisting her cock around his anal canal as her magic slowed its pace. “Perhaps Pinkie? I know she’s fond of your bottom.” Rarity bent down close, close enough that she could feel Spike’s hot panting against her snout as she teased him with shallow humps. “Or perhaps, just perhaps, you’re thinking of… Twilight?”
A shudder ran through Spike’s body, only for the magic grip upon his hemipenis to become weird. Rarity was stroking him more fervently, but in a way that he couldn’t describe. It felt like his body was trying to orgasm, but something was stopping him.
“Do you like my little trick?” Rarity tittered. “I’ve had such a time with males blowing their loads early that I went and learned a little, shall we say, corrective measure.” Her grin was downright evil. “With the careful application of magical motions, a male’s orgasm may be held at bay for, well, as long as I wish.”
Spike groaned again, but this time in discomfort. His body felt confused, like he wanted to cum, but had somehow forgotten how to do so. It was terribly disorienting, not made any easier by the increasing intensity of his erection. “Nnngh!”
“The orgasm is merely delayed, not stopped,” Rarity explained. She’d ceased her withdrawal and was now beginning a glacial reentry. “Pressure will continue to build, not dangerously so, but enough that this will be unlike any orgasm you’ve ever had before.” She paused when her medial ring again made contact with his sphincter, and then slipped in the rest of the way.
Spike couldn’t speak. He could only express himself through incoherent grunts and groans as Rarity almost fully hilted herself once more. She stopped, and then pulled back. He cried in protest, but she was ambivalent to his needs. Her magic continued to stroke his double dick in that strange way. Exciting tension built and it felt like his climax was ever imminent, but it never came. The drake tried humping his body in the air, bobbing his cocks around in Rarity’s magical grasp, but there was no relief to be had. Every motion, every flinch only increased the exquisite friction along his shafts and anal walls. Tears of pain and joy began flowing down Spike’s cheeks as he continued to struggle, desperate to do anything that might free him from this glorious agony.
Rarity, meanwhile, was dead set on committing the drake’s face to memory. “I wish I had a camera,” she confessed as her thrusting quickened. “I love the way your face is twisting; such beautiful pleasure.” The fervent slaps of Rarity’s balls hitting Spike’s ass combined with his lewd cries and the wet squelches, all adding to the room’s chorus of ecstasy. “You don’t know what to do or how to feel. You’re overwhelmed!” Rarity bottomed out in Spike’s bottom and gave her hips a twist, whinnying like a filly at the friction of his anal walls grinding around her shaft.
Between the lewd sounds, the sensations of her magic, and the physical textures starting to overwhelm her senses, Rarity felt her own finish fast approaching. “Close,” she breathily warned. She’d been going faster and faster for some time, showing off how much effort she’d put into training her male organ. Alas, a penis wasn’t a pussy and could not last forever. She continued pounding away at the little boy’s backdoor, continued using magic to deny his own orgasm, and continued loving every sight and sound her senses could take in. It was wonderful. He was wonderful. “Fuuuuuk!”
Spike felt it a split second after Rarity did. Her cock was swelling within his rippling tunnel. She’d hilted inside him one last time and he felt the bulge migrate from his sphincter, through his colon, and across whatever organs had been moved around so that her cock head was somewhere around his chest. Her tip erupted with liquid warmth. The new infusion mixed with the amount already in Spike’s belly, causing him to swell like a balloon. He could barely even think. However, with his backdoor currently clogged, there was only one way for the excess semen to go.
“Hrrgh glaaah!” Still on his back, Spike heaved as a small fountain of semen erupted from his gullet. The white goop pooled around Spike’s head with a goodly amount dribbling all over his face. Even the audience thought the quantity was impressive, with some estimating that Spike was expelling roughly half his bodyweight in liquid baby batter.
At long last, the flood became a torrent, then a surge, then a sputter, and finally became a trickle before ending altogether. Rarity was panting like she’d just run a mile, her legs quivering and only just barely keeping her up. Sweat dripped down her pristine coat, which in any other circumstance would have been the most awful thing ever. However, this was Spike. He was worth sweating for. And besides, her magic was still at work.
Once he’d finished coughing up the last few sputters of seed mixed with sick, licking his lips at the still sweet taste, the first thing to cross Spike’s mind was the peculiar tingling around his groin. Rarity was still doing her orgasm denial thing, meaning that their little session wasn’t over just yet. After that, he became aware of other details, such as stickiness around his head and face, that regretful satisfaction of having eaten too much, and a realization that his ass was once again empty. He moaned from a combination of these undesirable conditions, but found himself too bloated to move. “H-help?”
“Of course, darling,” Rarity said sweetly. She undid his bindings and moved his limbs to a more relaxed position. She then kissed his cheek, giggled at how his face reddened, and then playfully licked up a dollop of her own seed. If having been in a dragon’s stomach had done anything to change the flavor of her spunk, it was not unpleasant. “Begging your pardon, Spike, but you look like a balloon,” she giggled.
“I feel like a balloon,” he groaned back. “So, uh, what next?”
“Well, now that we’ve had our little opener, it’s time to move onto the main event. Namely, my satisfaction.”
Spike could only groan his confusion.
“What more do you need, mare?” Carrot Top demanded. “First he sucked you off like a pro, and then you blew so much cum up his butt he looks pregnant. What else is there?” And then, meeting Rarity’s eyes, that was when Carrot Top realized that her commentary was not asked for, and therefore not appreciated. “Oops.”
Spike couldn’t even be bothered to turn his head when Rarity left his field of vision. He heard the orange maned mare start whooping and hollering something fierce, like someone had shoved a live snake up her cooter. Knowing Rarity, such was not outside the realm of possibility. More pressingly was the massage his hemipenis was continuing to receive. He was exhausted from being filled with so much jizz, but he was still unsatisfied. Even if his dick had gotten no attention at all, that kind of ass ramming had always done it for him in the past. Whatever Rarity was doing was not only keeping his double dicks painfully erect, but it looked like his little balls might have swollen to double their normal size. And to top it off, his stomach was so bloated that he couldn’t even reach over it and the hope of relieving himself quickly died.
After a time, Rarity returned and regarded Spike, her horn still glowing. She smiled sweetly and stroked a tender hoof along his cheek. “I might be a futa, but I still consider myself a lady first and foremost,” she began. “As such, I simply cannot be satisfied except as a lady would. I trust you understand.”
Spike’s belly had shrunk a little more as his body absorbed the nutrients. Simultaneously, he was still rearing to go, still needing to get his rocks off as urgently as possible. Yet even as his energy slowly returned, he was just too exhausted to move.
“Oh. It seems I may have been a little too rough with you,” Rarity bemoaned, only somewhat apologetically. “That said, you have been a diligent little fuck toy for me, so I suppose I’m obligated to help you along the rest of the way.” With a proud smirk she added, “You know, since you can’t do so yourself.”
Incensed down to his core, Spike planted all four claws to the sticky futon and began to push. His elbows and knees were shaking like reeds in the wind. He tried to roll over for better support, vaguely resembling a helpless turtle, but that just cause more semen to squeeze out from both orifices this time. Though he didn’t want Rarity to think him gross, he pressed on. He pushed himself up and up, all while their audience beheld his impressive feat. Up he went, higher and higher, until finally he had fully sat up. He’d done it. He’d conquered Mt. Canterhorn and done the impossible. Then his arms gave out and he fell flat on his back again. “Guuuh…”
Rarity shook her head. “Sorry to tease you like that, darling. I really am impressed by how far you’ve gotten. Even most of my adult playthings wouldn’t be able to sit up at this stage. You should be proud of yourself.”
Spike narrowed his eyes up at the alabaster mare, specifically at her still glowing horn.
“Hmm? Oh this. Yes. Don’t worry. As I said, I’ll be helping you the rest of the way. Remember, the whole reason I asked you here was so that I could demonstrate my true feelings to you, little Spikey-wikey. You are mine,” she purred in lust, “mine to enjoy and play with at my leisure, but also my responsibility to satisfy.” She leaned down and planted a brief yet affectionate kiss upon his lips. “And to that end, I think I shall grant you something truly special, my little Spikey-wikey.”
Spike tried to ask what she meant, but was distracted when the glow of Rarity’s aura encased much of his vision. Rarity had taken up most of her liquid spunk, extracting it from every surface before it could stain or evaporate, and concentrated it into a ball. She eyed her work a moment, marveling at the simple perfection of the sphere, and then split it up into eight semi-equal portions. Six were shot into the forcibly opened mouths of the audience, allowing them to partake of Rarity’s syrupy sweetness. They moaned their appreciation.
Yet again, Spike felt his inner greed roar as his treasure was once more stolen. That had been his. Rarity had pistoned and pumped her cock into his ass. It was only because of his amazing butt that there was so much treasure to begin with; though not enough to share, obviously. “Th-that’s mine,” Spike weakly growled.
Rarity softly tutted and held a hoof down on his shoulder. He still couldn’t move, but the gesture sent a better message as she eyed the remaining portions. “This one, I think,” she licked her lips as the larger of the two cum spheres hovered near her face, “shall be mine.” She kissed her lips to the viscous surface and drank it in. She didn’t slurp like some commoner without table manners, but she did ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ as she took her seed back into her body; hopefully where it would be promptly recycled.
Spike audibly swallowed and, without thinking, he blurted, “That’s hot.” He was still mad about his treasure being stolen, but Rarity daintily drinking up the very cum she’d recently pumped up his rear was something else.
After taking an excruciatingly long time drinking her own essence, Rarity smacked her lips in satisfaction before eyeing up the final sphere. “You know, I could apply a heating spell and harden this. Perhaps I could give it to Sweetie as a kind of candy.” She pretended not to notice Spike’s protesting groan. “Hmm. On the other hoof, perhaps it’s time I take a page out of Twilight’s book and… experiment.”
Spike’s jealousy was forgotten as his heart performed backflips in his chest. Twilight’s experiments could be, well, anything. It was a roll of a D-20 whether they ended up with pleasure, pain, something in between, something purely random, or something that couldn’t be put into words. “Wh-what are you thinking?”
Rarity giggled. “I trust I don’t need to explain to you of all creatures the pleasures of being pumped full of cum,” she began, licking her lips lasciviously. “Male, female, or whatever species, a creature’s ejaculate always has its own unique flavor to it. However, when consumed from the other end, it all feels the same,” she bemoaned with a wiggle of her bottom. “Good, yes, but the actual feel of one creature’s semen is indistinguishable from another’s, and usually overcast by other sensations in play. Spikey-wikey,” she purred throatily in a way that made Spike’s entire body go rigid. “I wonder how it will feel to have you jam those little dragon cocks of yours up my marehood, release all that spunk that’s been building up, and have it all mixed with my own futa ejaculate. Why, I’d dare say it would be a cream pie unlike any other!”
Spike’s jaw fell in awe at Rarity’s imagination. She’d always been clever and inspired with her dress designs, but now her brand of creativity was mixing with Twilight’s. It was impossible for Spike not to compare the two, to imagine the traits of both mares that he loved so much, and, inevitably, his mind began to combine these wonderful traits into a singular mare of ultimate desirability. Or, in layman’s terms, “You’re kind of acting like Twilight,” Spike said with a husky growl. “That’s hot.”
“I thought you’d say that.” Though pleased by this reaction, Rarity was feeling a dreadful impatience set in. She’d set a plan, laid the framework for certain expectations, and now she was grinding her thighs together for those expectations not being satisfied. Spike couldn’t yet move, but he didn’t need to, nor did she have the wherewithal to wait. She stood atop him once more, hooves planted to either side of his head as she cast her shadow down upon him. Like before, she lowered herself down, rubbing her half erect penis over his itty bitty peckers. Both moaned at the shared stimulation, but this time Rarity scooted forward just a tad. Spike’s pricks pricked at her hanging balls, tickling just a little, and she went yet further.
It was like someone’s mouth was hovering mere inches from Spike’s erections. The air was hot, moist, and had an atmosphere that could only be described as craving. With the mare’s plump and firm teats pressed down on his thighs, he knew exactly where his penis was. Rarity’s penis was pressed against his belly while her dripping cock head was pointed at his face like a snake ready to strike; which it very well might do. Rarity’s thighs gripped around Spike’s hips, holding him close as she dropped more of her weight down upon him. The warmth and strength of her embrace was not unwelcome, but the continued teasing of his hemipenis meant that his mind was elsewhere.
“I’m going to ride you, my little Spikey-wikey. I’m going to sit on your lap, take your little dragon boy penis up my pussy, and I will make you mine.” Rarity was positively gushing back there and suffered a split-second scare that she’d wet herself. The truth was simply that although she’d orgasmed from her cock, it was technically separate from her pussy. Her marehood had merely been teased from all this stimulation. Jealous of her cock, it was desperate for some proper attention.
Spike was breathing heavily, which was made all the harder with a full grown mare laying on him. “Y-yes. Make me yours,” he grunted. “I want to be inside you!”
Rarity could wait no longer and lowered her back end. Magic was not needed to guide anything as the drake’s narrow twin tips immediately lined up with and prodded at her pussy lips. “Lunaughty!” she swore upon penetration. Not long after her brain had recovered from what felt like a lightning strike, a silly grin spread across her lips, which soon devolved into a soft chuckle. “You know,” she tittered as her cheeks grew flushed, “I’ve taken little colts up there before. However, despite everything else about your amazing body, I actually had the audacity to expect you to be like them,” she said somewhat derisively. “Nnngh, but you’re not,” she moaned as she slowly sank herself down. “You’re no common colt, but Spike the dragon!”
Spike was indeed larger than any other colt his age, but it wasn’t his inches that were doing it for Rarity. It wasn’t even really the shape, as she’d made plenty of models to practice and play with. Yet somehow, the fact that there were two cocks parting her pink pussy petals was driving her wild. She’d taken two, three, and one time even five pony cocks up her foal hole before, and always with full grown stallions. Spike’s size shouldn’t even compare, yet it did. The twin tips of the hemipenis had about the radius of an average stallionhood, but the idea that these were two different rods belonging to the same body had combined with his exotic shape to give Rarity an experience unlike any other. It was like she was taking her very first cock all over again, only minus the pain.
“Holy shit, Rarity!” Spike growled. Rarity was hot and positively gushing inside. I made her this way, he thought. She’s only this wet because of me! Her love tunnel was even hotter than her cock and began massaging his tips like they were going out of style. Her balls blocked his view of the act, which was a little disappointing, but he’d lost none of his fire. His claws shot up, gliding past her half chub, and seized her teats. They were so exquisitely soft in his touch that he could not help but squeeze and knead them to his heart’s content, her erect nipples digging into his palms. “Y-you’re so hot!”
“I c-could say the same about you, mmh, darling,” she cooed back. Spike’s penis somehow felt hotter than his anal canal, though maybe she was just worked up from earlier. “I can feel you.” She sat up, taking most of her weight off of the drake and she moved a hoof down her belly to the top base of her cock. “It’s pulsing inside me.” She beamed. “I feel your heartbeat, Spike. It’s thrumming inside me with such bliss. Do you feel mine?” Her breathing was labored and her question sounded somewhat desperate. She needed his answer.
“F-fuck yeah!” Spike affirmed. His belly had finally shrunk enough that he could move about with only limited impediment. He sat up and retook her teats. In doing so he pressed his face against her hardening futa dick. He inhaled deeply and began lathering her ass rammer with sloppy kisses as his claws went to town on her foal feeders. “Lunaughty’s night, you smell so good!” However, though his body went into a semi-autopilot mode as instinct guided his actions, the drake was reminded of the distinctly peculiar massage his cocks had still been receiving. “Wh-when can I cum?” he whined.
“P-patience, Spike. I shall not leave you waiting for long.” Rarity felt just a little bit hypocritical as the words left her lips. She’d finally hilted herself upon Spike’s rods, somehow feeling even more satisfied than the last time she’d ridden Big Mac. It was too good, her mind too awash with bliss to wait to let them adjust. Ecstasy and warmth spread throughout her core as she rocked her hips back and forth, but it wasn’t enough. She then lifted herself back up until only the tips were left enveloped, and slammed back down, twisting her hips against his groin to get the most out of his hemipenis scraping against her vaginal walls. Her lips were winking needfully and wetly around his shafts as she rose, fell, and twisted. Her every drop felt like she was swallowing some delectable and exotic treat, yet through the haze of pleasure she managed to maintain her magic.
“I-I wanna!” Spike moaned, almost crying as he continued making out with her shaft. His balls were so backed up that they were really starting to ache. It was wonderful and terrible all at once, but he desperately wanted it to just end.
“Very well.” Rarity’s horn finally dimmed. All magic faded, as did that extra little tingle in her pussy. “There now. Everything is perfectly-whoa!”
Spike’s reaction was immediate. His eyes had turned crazed and narrowed into beastly slits. His grip on her teats grew rough, his claws digging into the soft and supple flesh in a way that made Rarity scream. And though she still sat upon him with her full weight, the little guy managed to find the strength to start humping upwards. Spike growled in animalistic triumph. Gone was the accursed orgasm denying magic, leaving Spike’s own willpower as the only thing holding him back; which was surprisingly strong, given his state of mind. Now he’d cum when he chose, and it would be Rarity screaming like the slut for a change.
“Don’t think it’ll be that easy,” Rarity countered his challenge. She slammed her hips down harder than ever, winding Spike and battering his face with her horse cock. “I’m the mistress, remember?”
Spike had a look that said he did remember, but no longer cared. The moment Rarity gave him any space to work with, he’d begin a frenzied humping. In the time it took her to bounce even once, he’d jackhammered about six times into her. He was a machine, a dragon on a mission. His treasures had been taken one time too many, and his draconic pride disrespected by a pony of all creatures. Spike was barely aware of these thoughts, not even certain where they’d come from, but they asserted their truth to him nonetheless. Rarity had this coming.
Spike’s fervor only hardened Rarity’s resolve to stay strong. She could not match him for speed, but each drop of her hindquarters had enough force to give the drake pause as she felt his twin cocks twitch and pulse inside her. More than once she’d caught herself grunting like a wild beast and felt very little shame for it. Spike was hers, and he was servicing her with a rampaging fucking like she’d never experienced before. “Yes, Spike. Yes! You’re the best dragon I’ve ever, nnngh, had the pleasure of claiming.”
“Spike want!” was the most coherent reply he could muster. His hands had moved to grab around her cutie marks, giving him better leverage to hump his heart out. He dug his claws in and the sounds she made were like music to his ears.
Likewise, Spike’s animalistic grunts were turning Rarity on even more than she already was. She wasn’t Fluttershy, but a sapient creature being reduced to acting like a snarling beast was definitely to her liking. “I’m close, Spikey,” she warned through labored breaths. Her horn lit and the sphere of futa cum came back into view. Rarity giggled at the way Spike’s eyes bulged. She couldn’t tell if he wanted it for himself more, or if he wanted to see her plan come to fruition. It didn’t really matter either way.
Tittering deviously, Rarity levitated the sphere around to her backside and lifted herself up. She had to magically grab ahold of Spike to keep him from jackhammering further. But rather than stopping him, she guided him into agonizingly slow thrusts as her masculine essence was funneled into her feminine flower. Rarity’s cock gave a twitch when she briefly considered the possibility of impregnating herself, but dismissed such nonsense as silly. She’d have reflected more on the matter, were it not for the rush of warmth pouring into her pussy.
The feel of her own futa sperm filling her marehood was like nothing she’d ever experienced. As far as her body was concerned, a male was orgasming inside her, and it took every ounce of strength she had to fight back her own climax. She could practically taste her essence through her vaginal walls as distinctly as if she had a tongue in there, and it was delicious. More than once she had to stop herself from quickening Spike’s pace, almost losing herself in her desperate bid to draw this out as long as possible. Finally she finished, released her grip on the drake, and he resumed his urgent pace.
Spike felt the gushing globs of mare semen that now coated Rarity’s vaginal canal. It was a texture quite distinct from her normal vaginal wetness. He couldn’t put into words exactly how it was different, but knowing what it was and where it had come from made it feel amazing. Rarity had been sopping wet from the start and needed no lubrication, yet this new substance managed to defy the laws of physics by eliminating almost all friction and enabling him to move faster than even he could control, while simultaneously maintaining the feel of her rimmed walls gripping his hemipenis.
At long last, Spike had reached his peak. He opened his mouth to say as much, but only let out a guttural “Gaaah!” as he threw his head back. His double dicks swelled before erupting their long overdue load into the tortuous mare. Having been backed up for so long, the orgasm left Spike utterly awash with levels of orgasmic delight he’d never before experienced. He’d lost his mind, his thoughts were empty, and he knew only the lewd bliss of the moment.
Rarity was little better off. She’d made some impudent attempt to brace herself when she felt Spike’s double dicks swell, but she hadn’t expected the sheer volume that he unleashed. It felt like a miniature pair of firehoses had gone off up her cunt. The quantity was comparable to that of any of her futa friends, or even Big Mac; far more than could feasibly be stored in his tiny testes. Such a miracle was inexplicable, made all the more so when his semen combined with hers. She didn’t know how her body could tell the difference, but it did, and she was sent into almost violent spasms as a result. She had to throw herself down onto Spike and hold him close just so she didn’t accidentally dislodge herself.
Rarity’s hind legs clamped down hard around his thighs as her third orgasm of the hour finally hit. Though she loved playing with her penis, there was no denying that her pussy was her most sensitive area. She was glad she’d decided not to try splitting his hemipenis between her pussy and asshole, relishing the sensations rippling out from her elegant marehood as Spike continued spurting deep inside her. Her grip was possessive, desperate to not let him go, lest she lose a single drop of their combined seed.
“You’re filling me.” Her husky voice tickled at Spike’s ear fin. “I feel it. Your baby batter is mixing with mine. Your dicks are churning inside me. S-so hot,” she moaned. “It’s like there’s a literal bun in my oven.”
Spike snapped back to consciousness, his eyes no longer glazed over with lust. Rarity’s words stirred something deep inside his gut, something deeper than greed. Though he’d unloaded his full load and then some, this new, primal craving caused his spent double dick to give a twitch.
Rarity giggled and ran a tender hoof along Spike’s cheeks. She held him gently, rewarding his efforts with a soft smile and affectionate eyes. After a second of appraising his cuteness, she graced his lips with a kiss. It wasn’t lewd or passionate, but a tender peck to show her gratitude. “You’re my favorite dragon to play with, Spike,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Never forget that.”
“I won’t,” Spike laughed weakly. He smacked his lips and found his mouth awfully dry. “Uh, think I could get some water?”
“Of course.” Rarity levitated over a glass and carefully poured it into the drake’s welcoming maw.
The liquid was iced and amazingly cool. Spike felt like his body temperature dropped almost ten degrees in just the first refreshing gulp, making his eyelids grow heavy. More followed and the comforting chill spread down the drake’s esophagus and throughout his core. When the water had all gone, he looked up into Rarity’s expectant gaze. She was waiting for him to speak, to ask for more water, or to make any request at all. Spike, ready to sleep off the last of his meal after a bout of intensive exercise, had but one answer. “I love you, Rarity.”
“I know.”
And he fell to slumber.
Author's Note
theian gave some general requests on the kinds of fetishes he wanted displayed, but for the most part I was granted the freedom to do things as I liked. This was to his liking and hopefully you guys will enjoy it as well.
