Spike Takes the Big One

“You’re sure about this?” Twilight craned her neck so that she was on eye level with her most favoritest little drake. There were signs of tension all across his body, his breathing was heavy, and he was balling and unballing his claws into fists. She hated seeing him like this, hated how not knowing how to make it stop would tear at her insides. To an extent she also hated him for putting her through this in the first place, but that just made her hate herself more. Her only solace was the hope that their present course wouldn’t be something they’d regret.

Spike took a deep breath and answered, “Yes. Yes, I am.” His shaking knees said otherwise, but his determination was nothing if not admirable.

“We can come back later, if you want,” reminded Twilight, her thoughts running wild with terrible imaginings. “Maybe in a few weeks after you’ve trained more, or even a few months. It doesn’t even have to be this year.” Her desperate chuckling was bordering on the maniacal. “In fact, when you think about it, it might be better if we-”

Trixie cleared her throat. She didn’t say anything and wasn’t even looking at either of them. The blue mare stared ahead at the big red door with white trim, looking bored, though both ears were trained at full attention on the pair.

“I can do this, Twi,” Spike declared, fighting against his nerves. “I said I would, I’ve trained for this, so here I am.”

“But… but it doesn’t have to be now-now,” Twilight offered weakly. “I mean, do you really want this?”

“It’s not about what I want, it’s what I have to do.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Speaking as a pony who has to do things, Trixie thinks you’re better off sticking to wants.” Then she turned to find Twilight giving her the stink eye. “What? Go on and tell Trixie she’s wrong.”

“It’s not about that,” Spike asserted. “It’s about duty, and about my honor as a dragon.”

“Trixie would very much like to see where in the dragon rule book that this,” she gestured at the farmhouse before them, “is a matter of honor.” Then she added, “Not belittling you or anything. Trixie is genuinely curious. That sounds like it’d be an interesting read.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Twilight saw movement in the window. They were being watched. It made sense. After all, Spike had been standing on the porch for a solid five minutes. The ponies working out in the fields were certainly wondering what they were doing and why they were dawdling. Confused as to whether or not she should feel self-conscious, Twilight gave a whine.

“Okay, bored now,” was Trixie’s succinct declaration as she marched up to Spike’s side and rang the doorbell.

Spike was aghast. “Wha-what’d you do that for!?”

“Trixie is bored. Trixie took action to unbore herself,” she replied somewhat condescendingly before returning to her place by Twilight’s side. “What?”

“You are just so… grr!” Twilight made a strangling motion, but Trixie was unimpressed.

“If you didn’t want Trixie to do things like this, then you shouldn’t have brought her along.”

“She makes a good point,” quipped the muffled voice of Apple Bloom from behind the door. Her comment was followed by harsh shushing and ponies moving about.

“Sounds like Trixie’s not the only impatient one around here,” she added, her vindicated smirk very smug and punchable.

Now with the added pressures of common etiquette upon him, Spike realized that he had no excuse to stall any further and rang the doorbell a second time. Nothing happened at first.

“Ya done?” asked a muffled AJ.

“Yes, we’re done,” Twilight answered. “You can open the door now.”

AJ did just that, unsealing the portal to the Apple family household. She smiled with the force of a hundred generations of southern hospitality in her every muscle while fluttering her eyelashes at Twilight. “Well howdy do everypony who ain’t Twilight,” she said to Spike and Trixie. “‘N’ a special howdy do ta all the rest.”

“Oh you,” Twilight blushed.

Like a flash, little Apple Bloom darted out from between her sister’s legs, nearly knocking the bigger Apple forward as she collided with Spike. He was sent flying back over a meter before skidding to a halt in the dirt. There, AB planted her rump on his round belly and gave him a flirty wink. “How’s it been, sugar cube?”

Amused by her antics and relieved by her presence, Spike’s claws snaked their way up her blank flanks and grabbed himself a couple handfuls. She squeaked cutely and he replied. “A lot better now, actually. Thanks.”

“Huh. Sounds like Ah need ta tackle ya more often ta keep the blues away.”

Spike snorted a gust of hot air from his nostrils, which the giggling filly had to waft away. “Not if I tackle you first.”

“Speakin’ o’ tacklin’,” AJ began, smiling warmly at the antics of the little ones. “Mind tellin’ me what all this is about? Ya’ll look mighty stressed. ‘Cept you.” She pointed at Trixie. “You look like yer ready ta fall asleep.”

“Trixie’s partner in sanity has come down with a terminal case of the stupidz. Prescribed treatment: hurry it out of his system before it can interfere any further in Trixie’s routines.”

AJ nodded as she listened. “It’s like ya know how ta make sense, but yer deliberately stoppin’ jus’ before ya cross the finish line.” She clucked her tongue. “Very frustratin’.”

“Wait, hold on a second.” Twilight stepped forward, partially between Trixie and AJ. “I’m pretty sure I was just insulted.” She turned to her girlfriend. “Did she insult me? I don’t think she mentioned me, but it sounded like she was talking about me.”

“Trixie’s partner in sanity,” Trixie repeated with dry vindication. “Please save him.”

“How ‘bout ya’ll come in ‘n’ have a seat. Ah’ll pour some cider ‘n’ we can try figurin’ this out.” AJ motioned for the others to enter, but Twilight was stuck in thinking mode and had to be pulled along. All were sat down in the living room with Twilight on the right side of the big couch, AB and Spike cuddled up on the left, and Trixie bemusedly on a sitting cushion on the floor in spite of other perfectly adequate chairs that went unused. AJ then brought them all their drinks.

“This is non-alcoholic, right?” Twilight asked, examining the cider while motioning to the touchy-feely youngsters. They were trying not to giggle as they poked and prodded at one another, which wasn’t abnormal for them. What was abnormal were the subtle inflections in Spike’s expressions suggesting that he wasn’t as into the moment as usual, that he was just going through the motions.

AB had noticed as well, but still persisted in the hopes of breaking the drake out of his funk.

AJ’s brow made the Applejackian climb up her forehead. “Ya’ll really think Ah’d give alcohol ta minors?”

Twilight blinked, taken aback by what sounded like AJ’s offended tone. “I… really don’t know how to answer that.” Suddenly feeling very awkward for her social ignorance, purple smart turned to Trixie and silently implored her for help.

“You see that?” Trixie pointed at Twilight. “She’s asking I, the Great and Powerful Trixie for help, and not the usual suspect.” She motioned to Spike, earning a nose wrinkled in indignation, but not from the distracted drake. “The second most mature occupant of the Ponyville library has gotten this silly idea in his head that can only be rectified here.” She gestured around the room. “Trixie was only dragged along because the mistress says that he needs our emotional support, though Trixie suspects she really wants a substitute note taker.”

“That’s not-” Twilight’s angered protest fizzled almost as quickly as it had ignited. “-entirely true… Also, I’m pretty sure you just insulted me again.”

“Feel free ta start speakin’ proper Ponish any time, ladies,” deadpanned AJ while sipping her drink from a chair so big that it was bordering on couchness. “Not like Ah got a farm ta run or anythin’.”

“Alright. I suppose it’s on me, as the head of my household, to set things straight.” Twilight tried and failed to ignore Trixie’s derisive snort and sipped her own drink, unable to determine whether or not it was alcoholic. “You see, growing up in the castle, Spike pretty much fell in lust with Princess Molestia on sight.”

“Well he’s got eyes, so…” AJ trailed off, feeling that the point was all too obvious.

“And while I was training in sexual theory and magical practice, Spike was doing some training of his own. Long story short, he wants to take Molestia’s cock up his ass.”

AJ picked the wrong time to start drinking, now choking and sputtering. Twilight almost went over to help, but was waved off after the proud apple picker thumped her chest a few times. “Ugh. Sorry ‘bout that.” She smiled as her eyes darted between her three guests, seemingly waiting for a punchline that was clearly not coming. “Yer bein’ serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Twilight asked, puzzled by AJ’s confusion.

“It’s jus’, well… the Princess’ cock is so…” AJ held up her front hooves and spread them wide, giving an approximation that she knew fell short of the real thing. “‘N’ he’s so… ya know,” she closed the distance between her hooves until they were almost touching, “teeny.”

“Heyyy!” the youngsters whined in unison.

“He’s plenty big where it counts.”

“Don’t mean ta be mean, sis. Jus’ tellin’ it like it is.”

“That’s actually the problem,” Twilight cut in. “Spike’s been training with toys almost his whole life, getting ready for the day he’d be able to give his ass to the princess. And then came more recent… developments.” She leaned back in her seat. This not only put her purple teats on display for all the room to see, but also her sheath and hanging balls.

AJ smiled appreciatively at the sight, shifting in her seat to feel her own package move about. It brought back memories of her first big adventure with her friends, the group known in the papers as the Mane 6. The new equipment between their legs had been an unexpected, but most welcome reward for a job well done. “Ah imagine that’s helped a might bit, fer practice if nothin’ else.”

“Unfortunately it’s not that simple. Our cocks have a certain magical quality that, as far as I know, Molestia’s does not. In all my experimentation, just about every orifice has been able to accommodate me, whether big or small. The same is true of you and the others, right?”

Reflecting on her own past experiences, which were admittedly limited compared to her wilder friends, AJ nodded. She was starting to understand the problem at hoof.

“Spike is used to getting fucked by our magical, potentially space bending cocks, but not more natural ones.”

Trixie snorted a laugh. “Like anypony’s ever accused the princess of being natural, before.”

“Hey! That’s very… disrespectful?” accused Twilight uncertainly. She imagined that Molestia would most likely laugh at such a remark, though punishment would still be probable.

“Really?” deadpanned Trixie. “You really think that of all the cocks in the world, Molestia’s wouldn’t also have this space bending whatevers?”

“I…”

“She’s probably got the most magical cock of all. Trixie bets she’d be able to fuck a field mouse and an ancient dragon with identical results, probably at the same time, too.”

***

In Canterlot Castle, Molestia had a look upon her face. Those familiar with her knew that it was the most awful look that could conceivably appear on her smug mug. It was an expression that was dangerous upon anyone of sufficient brilliance or power, but none more so than Molestia, herself.

“Oh crap,” groaned Lunaughty, already resigned to a fate of utmost stupidity and a possible trip to the infirmary. “You just had an idea, didn’t you?”

“Technically it was Trixie’s, but I think it’s worth trying. Withers!” She clapped her hooves. “Fetch me a field mouse. We’re going dragon hunting!”

***

Back on Sweet Apple Acres, no one could find the nerve to argue with Trixie.

“Ah mean,” AJ began hesitantly, “she has been less than honest with ya in the past. Who’s ta say she hasn’t been pullin’ yer leg this whole time.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Spike answered, his cadence determined and resolute. “I said I’m doing it, so I’m doing it. No backing out, now.”

“Doin’ what, exactly,” AB asked. She’d finally ceased in her stroking and grinding, the tension of the adults having thoroughly killed the mood.

Twilight sighed. “Practice with toys will only get you so far. I should know that better than anyone.” She snapped to face Trixie, silently daring her to run her mouth, but the blue mare just sipped her beverage with a level of elegance that Rarity would appreciate. Purple smart turned back to AJ. “So basically-”

“I want Big Mac to fuck me!”

All the room went silent. Even the mouse living in the wall could hardly believe what she’d just heard. Luckily, the agonizing quiet did not persist.

Trixie took an extra loud slurp. “You heard him, right. He wants to take that big red oak up his itty bitty pucker… for practice.” Trixie took another, more elegant sip. “Watch yourself, though. Can’t be sure that this strain of stupidz isn’t contag-oof!” she sputtered as a purple aura pinched her lips shut.

“That’s enough out of you, missy.”

“That’s… uh…” AJ trailed off uncertainly. “Big Mac’s a stud, so he does take requests, but he don’t do foals.”

“Why not?” Twilight asked.

“Cuz… he don’t fit?” AJ replied, wondering why the question had even been asked. To anyone who had seen the guy’s fifth leg, it seemed like it’d be obvious that he’d run into size issues with his partners/clients.

“Not even his sister?” purple smart motioned to the littlest Apple, who snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, no. We tried that already. Ah can take AJ with a bit o’ work, but Ah can’t even fit mah mouth ‘round that monster.” The last word was said with more reverence than fear.

“Mmh. Hmm mmm!” Trixie said through sealed lips while one hoof appeared to be making a jerking-off motion.

“Anyway,” Twilight continued, ignoring the former performer, “surely there’s something we could try.” She didn’t know if she even wanted there to be anything, but she’d be remiss for not doing everything in her power to help. “I’ve learned some top tier elasticity spells. Maybe Zecora has some exotic lubricants.”

“All tried,” AJ bemoaned. “Been plenty o’ rich folks over the years wantin’ their fillies ta get knocked up or even have their first time with a honest ta goddess stud. Brought in everythin’ they could, includin’ a literal kitchen sink that one time.” She shook her head. “Nothin’ worked. Since he’s started studdin’ professionally, youngest Big Mac’s ever gotten with are older teens. We all got so sick o’ the complaints from ‘dissatisfied customers’,” she practically spat, “that he got fed up ‘n’ set the adults only rule.” She then turned a more sympathetic look on Spike. “Sorry, li’l fella. Yer jus’ gonna have ta find some other way.”

Spike opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. There was nothing he could say. Hanging his head low at having his hopes dashed, he was trying very hard to have a solemn moment. Trying very hard to stop him was Trixie, now more animatedly masturbating an imaginary cock an humping into the air. He puzzled at her. Trixie didn’t normally like to be the center of attention, not since being sentenced to serving as Twilight’s slave after the ursa incident, or at least not when it involved potential Twilight shenanigans. She said it was just too much trouble that she’d rather avoid. “Uh, Twi.”

“Yes Spike.”

“I think she might have something to say.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Some smartass remark that doesn’t help the situation, I’ll bet.”

Trixie shook her head.

“Maybe give her a chance.”

“Oh fine.” Twilight extinguished her horn. “This had better be worth it.”

Trixie started by stretching her jaw out until it popped. “Much better. Okay. First of all,” she cleared her throat and gestured to Spike, “that right there is the kind of sensibility Trixie was talking about, the kind that keeps the Treebrary from going up in flames.” She ignored Twilight’s pained groan. “And second of all,” she once more made the masturbatory motion, “magic futa cum.”

“… wat?” asked most of the room’s occupants. Spike was the only one to realize what had been said and delivered upon himself a fierce face palm.

“Magic futa cum,” Trixie repeated, now looking around the room as if they’d all gone crazy. “That thing that Twilight’s been researching for months? Trixie hadn’t said anything before because she thought it was obvious, but is Trixie really the only one that remembered?”

Twilight’s brow furrowed. “What are you… oh. Oh! Oooooh.” She very much resembled a deer caught in the headlights as she said, “I feel dumb now.”

“Can somepony catch me up cuz Ah think Ah missed a step.”

Purple not-feeling-so-smart turned to AJ. “You say you can get your cock into your sister with a little work. So I assume that normally when you have sex, you do so in the female way.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well, one of the focuses of my research into our magically gifted cocks has been an ongoing experiment regarding the long term effects of regular exposure to futa semen.” She motioned to Spike. “Long story short, if you think he might be looking sexier than the first time you met, it’s not your imagination. He really has undergone some pretty astounding physical changes. That,” she strained through gritted teeth, “was what Trixie was trying to remind us of.”

“I really did catch the stupidz,” whined Spike.

“Indeed,” Trixie agreed. “Normally Trixie relies on you to point this stuff out.” She tutted her disappointment.

“Oh yeah,” AB awed while rubbing the drake’s plump thigh. “Ah remember ya talkin’ ‘bout that. Ya’ll’ve got all curvy ‘n’ stuff.” She licked her lips upon glancing between his legs. “Not ta mention, mighty yummy.”

AJ held up a halting hoof. “So let me see if Ah follow. Spike wants Molestia’s cock up his butt. Fer practice, he wants ta ride mah brother. Normally that jus’ wouldn’t work. However, gettin’ pumped full o’ so much futa cum means that he might actually be able ta take it. Also, Molestia’s cock may or may not already be magical, renderin’ all the fuss totally pointless. That about cover it?”

The rest of the room exchanged looks of quiet discussion before Twilight answered. “I think that’s everything.”

“Well fuck me sideways ‘n’ call me Keith,” AJ swore while burying her face in her hooves.

“Okay… Keith?” Twilight said with a lascivious grin. She was trying to pose seductively as she said, “This has been pretty stressful on all of us, so do you think maybe we could-”

“Ah’m goin’ ta find Big Mac. Catch ‘im up on all this.” AJ dropped to the floor and began a hurried exit. “Ya’ll stay put ‘n’ don’t suddenly ferget anythin’ that’d cause more headaches.” The door slammed on her way out.

“Trixie,” Twilight disappointedly called and motioned the blue mare over. “I’m certain AJ will need some stress relief too, so I want you to get me ready for her.”

“Yes, mistress,” Trixie sighed tiredly, resigned to her fate. There was no point in resisting, not that she necessarily wanted to. Of all the bizarre and potentially life threatening things the mistress demanded of her slave, being used for sex was far from the worst. So Trixie moseyed on over and parked herself between Twilight’s spread legs. The purple mare’s purple shaft was barely at half-mast and still largely concealed within her sheath. Her hanging balls also obscured most of her pussy, but what little Trixie could see was unmoving. All of this added up to tell Trixie that Twilight wasn’t actually all that horny.

“Well?” Twilight demanded impatiently.

“Not that Trixie is refusing, oh mistress,” she swooned with the kind of acting skills normally reserved for grade school plays. “However, you don’t appear to be all that into it. If you want relief, it might be better to read a book. That’s more your style.”

“That… isn’t a bad idea.” Twilight’s intent to deliver a harsh rebuke had fizzled before it could even start. Her head swiveled around the room until she spotted an itsy bitsy bookcase that was only half full. Regardless, Twilight skimmed the titles until she found something unfamiliar and levitated it over. As the book opened before her, her free hoof grabbed the back of Trixie’s head and shoved the mare’s muzzle under her scrotum and against her twat. “You know I do my best reading while masturbating,” she taunted. “Now get to work, toy.”

Hoping Twilight could feel the rolling of her eyes, Trixie got to licking as the combined masculine and feminine aromas began eliciting reactions in her body. Twilight’s juices had a pleasant sweetness as the blue slave made out with her mistress’ lower lips. She’d had sufficient practice over the months to know just how Twilight liked it. It actually made Trixie a little bit proud to hear the way Twilight would moan at her tinder ministrations, though she was loath to ever admit it.

Spike watched this exchange unfold with a half smirk. He was impressed with how much Trixie had learned when it came to tending Twilight. However, it was clear that she still didn’t know as much as she thought she did.

“Ya wanna play, too?” AB offered hopefully. She nuzzled under Spike’s chin as her hoof roamed across his belly and made the teasing descent to his lower area. She heard him sniff her mane, making her titter when she saw his pink tail start to poke out from its hiding spot. “One head wants to, Ah see.”

“Oh, I do want to.”

“But?” AB asked.

“Shouldn’t I, like, save up for your brother? You know, if he agrees,” he added hesitantly.

“Hrmmm!”

“What is it, now?” asked Twilight while letting Trixie up for air.

The blue mare coughed a little and took several savoring inhales. “You’re the mare in this scenario, remember,” she informed impatiently. “This is all practice to see if you can even take it, so just do that. Lie back, relax, and just let that monster destroy that oft celebrated ass of yours. We can hold a tasteful funeral for your butt afterwards.”

Spike blinked. “Wow, you are really grumpy today.”

Trixie snorted. “Just… just hurry up and get back to your old self. Being this one’s,” she indicated Twilight, “common sense is hard work and I need the help.”

Spike blinked again at the personal pronoun. If only briefly, Trixie had dropped the mask and he knew what that meant. He offered her a thankful smile in reward. “You bet. And hey, when this is over, how about I play with your teats like you like?”

Fighting against her desire to look unhappy in public, Trixie allowed herself a small smile. “I’d like that.”

Engrossed in her book and oblivious to the subtleties in the exchange, Twilight shoved Trixie’s face back where it would be of most use.

Not a minute later, the door opened and all free heads swung to see who it was. AJ trotted into the living room, followed closely by a rather nervous looking Big Mac. Even if they couldn’t see, the size difference of the siblings was more than obvious by how much heavier his hoof steps were compared to hers. It was something that would normally go unnoticed, but felt butt-puckeringly relevant today. As the pair moved to the center of the room, all free heads also craned to sneak a peek between his legs at the package being delivered. It might have just been their imaginations, but that thing looked quite a bit bigger than normal. Some would even swear that they heard the thing swing through the air before the elder Apple siblings came to a halt.

“He’s agreed,” AJ announced, “but only if’n ya give ‘im proof.”

“E’yup.”

“Proof?”

“Proof that ya can take it,” clarified AJ as she presented an apple. Where that apple had come from was hard to say. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, packs, or anything with pockets, and yet there was the apple. “Ya’ll’re gonna shove this up yer ass hole. Get it all the way in without crushin’ it, ‘n’ Big Mac will fuck ya.”

“E’yup.”

“That’s it?” Spike grinned widely. “Piece of cake.” Gently extricating himself from AB, the drake hopped down to the floor, waddled over to the adult Apples, and held out his hand to await his test. Up this close, it was hard to ignore the difference in height. The pair exchanged a look at his unexpected bravado, but obliged and gave him the fruit. Spike waddled with more of a swagger to the middle of the room where all could see. He had no scruples about performing for a crowd and believed that all the trouble he’d put them through had earned them a show. He then turned around, lifted his tail, and angled his backside so that everyone had a good view. The violet coloration of most of his body came to an abrupt halt at his under area, replaced by light green scales. It was like there was a large stripe running from his belly along the bottom of his tail, right between those sumptuous round orbs. One hand pulled his butt cheek back, his claw digging into his pliable flesh, and presented his dark green pucker. Then, after giving the apple a showmanly kiss, he brought the fruit around and began the process of insertion.

All were on the edge of their seats as they watched the red fruit being wedged between those plump cheeks. Even Trixie had angled herself to keep an eye out while Twilight held her in place. As Spike applied the first bit of pressure, grunting as his anus was stretched, none were more enthralled than AB. She’d been fascinated by the drake since the day they’d first met, which was also the day they’d first fucked. He was just so unique in both body and personality, so different from what she was used to in this tiny town. Everything he did had intrigued her. For instance, had she been in his position, she’d have used a hoof or something to start teasing her asshole open before making the big push. But here Spike was, doing things his own way and starting on hard mode, not even using any lube. The sounds he made were making her hot and tingly.

Spike grunted, immediately regretting not using any lubrication. Even spit would have helped. He was so used to taking it dry from the futa mares that he’d carelessly forgotten that his ass wasn’t self-lubricating. Regardless, he didn’t want to look like a pussy by backing out now. The apple, thankfully, was as smooth as it looked. His anus opened with equally remarkable ease, stretching ever wider to accommodate the unfamiliar guest. Additionally, his rectum wasn’t constricting as tightly as he’d feared. It looked like the apple would actually survive. “Y-ya see,” he began as he felt that almost half the apple had been consumed by his butt. “W-works like a dream.”

“Or a delirium,” remarked AJ. She was now eyeing the empty glasses of cider, not recalling this batch being so strong. “So what ch’ya think, big brother?” She motioned ahead to where only the last quarter of the apple remained visible as the wrinkled green flesh closed around it. “Can he handle it?”

Big Mac watched the scene play out with rapped attention. He was definitely a plot stallion. Stallion or mare, toned and muscled, plump and jiggly, or any combination there of, he loved him some sweet ass to pound. Often, if he still had the stamina after fulfilling his stud duties, he’d treat himself by taking the client’s ass. After a few rounds with him, few were in any state to complain, though none would even if they could. Initially he’d dismissed the drake as nothing but his littlest sister’s friend, one too young to talk to or fuck. But now, really looking at those gorgeously thicc ass cheeks squishing together and heaving with their owner’s every breath, Big Mac’s interest – along with other things – had been aroused.

“Ah’ll take that as a yes.”

Big Mac turned a confused look on his elder little sister, the one with whom he’d shared his first time. She’d indicated downward, showing that his body was answering on his behalf. He rolled his eyes. “E’yup.”

“Paaah!” Spike let out a loud gasp upon his task’s completion. “It’s,” he panted, “it’s in there.” He was bent over and now supporting himself on his hands and knees, uncertain of how to move with the foreign object wedged up his rump. It was different than any cock or toy and he was hesitant to relax his anal walls, lest they squish the red morsel. Granted, he’d had stranger things shoved up there, but squished apple still seemed gross.