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.