With all preparations having been made, Big Mac gave an affirming grunt before taking a stallion step forward. The wood floor creaked under his tremendous weight and his eyes locked onto Spike’s. Big Mac’s expression seemed more intense than his usual placid disinterest. He wasn’t just going through the motions of socializing while his mind wandered to other things. Now, his head was in the moment, and his eyes were on the prize.

“Need some pillows or anythin’?” AJ asked, still a little hesitantly. She trusted her brother to have good judgement on most things, especially when it came to his dick. If he thought Spike could handle him, then she really had no right to argue. Even so, it never hurt to help.

“E’yup,” he affirmed while taking more deliberate and measured stallion steps towards his goal.

AJ nodded. “Right. Twi, get ta magicin’,” she said before disappearing out of the room.

“Get to what?”

“You offered to cast spells, mistress,” reminded Trixie.

“Oh right. Duh.” Twilight gave her horn a flick. It wasn’t too painful, but sufficed as self-punishment. “Alright. Here goes… things.” Her horn lit and an aura encased both Spike’s rump and Big Mac’s cock, causing both males to shudder as magical shenanigans were enacted upon them. “Okay, that should do it. Proper lubrication, malleability enhancement that doesn’t go off into cheating territory, and some durability wards, just in case.”

Once the tingle faded, Big Mac gave his rump a shape. The biggest testicles in the room swayed as they patted between his thighs. The biggest cock in the room felt moist, and therefore cold in the open air. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, but he still shot Twilight a sour look. “E’nope.”

That was Big Mac talk for: Ask next time, or else.

“Sorry.”

“Ah got it,” AJ announced, holding aloft some sort of miniature mattress, though it was probably a spare couch cushion. She hurried past her brother to the apparent star of the hour. “Ya’ll alright, Spike? Ya look a little…”

“It-it kept going,” informed the dragon in a semi state of abject horror. “It… kept… oooooh! Yeah,” he panted. “Yeah, it went in.”

“Do Ah want ta know?”

“Twi’s spell. It, uh, I guess made the apple slick or something.” As careful as if he’d broken a few ribs, Spike moved from all fours onto his side and poked at his belly. “Yup. I think I just ate the apple. Like, ate it.”

AJ blinked once in silence. Then she blinked twice in silence. Then she looked down between her back legs. “Why, boner? Why?”

“I’ll take the pillow now, please,” Spike said while snatching up the bundle of fluff. It seemed like everyone was set to watch him from the living room, which he didn’t mind. Now that the apple was in a more natural location, his movements were less restrained and he was able to climb onto the cushion. It was taller than he could step over and wide enough to accommodate his whole body. A lifetime as Twilight’s assistant gave him a good idea of what was coming and he threw himself forward, back end hanging off the cushion and tail raised high. “I, uh, guess I’m ready.”

“E’yup.” Big Mac took several more stallion steps forward, sending tremors through the floor beneath him. The distance was closed in no time and he stood before the presented rump. Now in the mindset that this was definitely happening, Big Mac appraised the booty that he’d be plundering. Spike’s ass was round and shapely, like a mare who knew how to eat healthy. There wasn’t much in the way of muscle, but welcoming softness was never something to scoff at. The coloration was also different than what he was used to from his previous rainbow of partners. Even the little pink pecker hanging underneath was a pleasant addition to the enticing sight. The tail was the biggest difference. Quite thick, the hairless appendage couldn’t just be moved off to the side as most ponies did. It had to be held high and out of the way, meaning that Spike was possibly in a perpetual state of actively offering himself instead of just sitting back and waiting. Big Mac smiled in silent gratitude at the effort that went into Spike’s actions.

Bored of looking, Big Mac lowered his head and pressed his nose between those green and purple cheeks. They were as soft as he’d expected, softer than even Bloom’s, though not nearly as tight. Big Mac pressed deeper until his snoot made contact with the twitching pucker – it tickled – and he took a long, savoring inhale. “Mmmh,” he hummed in approval.

Spike felt his facial cheeks burn hot as his ass cheeks were parted. “You, uh, like it?” he panted.

“E’yup.” Big Mac’s remark was followed up with a lick. Spike’s “Eep!” was adorable. The big stallion loved getting his partners to make all kinds of sounds. Eager for more, the broad and wet appendage spread wide and took in as much of the drake’s fleshy backside as possible. It tasted as good as it smelled; sweet, tender, but with more of a smoky flavor instead of the fruitiness of his sisters. Finally, the anxious twitching of the ass hole could no longer be ignored, and Big Mac plunged inside.

“Oh f-f-fuuuk!” Spike cried, digging his claws into the cushion. This was nothing like the apple. This was a living, pulsing, moving thing. It went in an inch, swirling the drake’s anal cavity with saliva. Another inch, and then two. Each application of force caused Spike’s anus to stretch that much more. Big Mac’s lips weren’t idle either, smacking and wrapping around his butt flesh like he was making out with it. Spike giggled, almost cackling. “And here I thought Twilight was the ass kisser.”

“I am no~ot!” The mare’s whining reminded the males of their audience and they paused in their performance.

At some point, Trixie had been released from the confines of Twilight’s thighs. This was because Twilight was making good on her earlier intent towards AJ, though not how she’d expected. Purple smart was presently sitting in apple horse’s lap while facing the males, a muscled foreleg held her in place as she bounced on the great orange cock spearing her pussy, all while she kept an eye out on that which had taken up all of this morning’s focus.

AJ, being a dutiful mare, offered her free hoof for her sister to use. AB latched onto the limb like it were a lifeline and dug the hoof into her filly snatch. The broad surface wasn’t exactly bad, but it also paled in comparison to what Spike could offer with those heavenly digits. AB tried humping along the leg and using the sharp edges of the hoof to tease at her underdeveloped teats. It was working, but there was no question that the biggest contributor to her building arousal was the sight of her best friend getting a rim job from her brother; followed inevitably by the sights and sounds yet to come.

Trixie, much to her relief, was left to herself. She sat on the floor a safe distance out of Twilight’s reach. Though her magic wasn’t the best, she’d still conjured a familiar construct, identical in size and shape to Spike’s dragon dick. One hoof moved the construct in and out of her winking snatch, trying to imitate the drake’s usual actions when they fucked, while the other hoof teased at her nipples.

Satisfied that their audience was satisfied, the guys figured they ought to get back to work.

Experimentally Big Mac gave the tiny balls a playful lick. Though Spike’s whimpers were a treat for the ears, his testicles were far smaller than what he was comfortable playing with. As such, Big Mac broke off the kiss with Spike’s ass and stood up to his full height. The anus sealed up with remarkable quickness following his departure. Being so tall, he stepped forward until his front hooves were planted to either side of Spike’s head, all without touching the drake once. He’d have preferred a proper bed, or at least maybe a few extra cushions to bring his soon-to-be lover closer up to his level, but he could work with this. Looking down to make sure everything was aligned, Big Mac lowered his rear. Though not net done playing, the stallion made a downward turn and stabbed his flat head into Spike’s groin.

Spike whined as the leaking head ground itself into his relatively diminutive cock and balls. The whole of the head felt like it could swallow his genitals if it wanted. When Big Mac applied a bit more pressure, his great rod slipped beneath the drake’s tiny pecker. Both males moaned as their cocks stimulated one another. Spike wasn’t accustomed to humiliation play, but still felt his pulse quicken as he envisioned his inevitably domination by the superior penis.

On Big Mac’s end, he was enjoying the relative novelty of such a young partner. Sometimes, when the youngsters got to begging, he’d indulge them with a bit of oral or maybe masturbating while they watched. Usually it was only the fillies who wanted to grind on his massive log, but young boys clearly had something of their own to offer in that regard. When he felt satisfied with his indulgence, Big Mac pulled back and realigned himself. The edges of his flat head grazed the surface of Spike’s plump cheeks. Another inch lower and his piss hole tapped at Spike’s anus.

Spike gave a long, mewling moan. The whole of the stallion’s cock felt as big as the apple at its widest. Unable to stop from looking back, Spike was relieved to find that the big stallion’s hole puncher was roughly even in terms of width, but the length made his sphincter clench. He’d never really gotten a good look before, but that thing was longer than he was tall! However, before his cold feet could manifest into fast feet, Spike took hold of his nerves. This was something that he had to do. His friends were watching, pussing out this far into foreplay was just pathetic, but most of all, he’d made a vow. The details of the vow were irrelevant. As he’d learned from his fellow dragons, what mattered was that he owed it to himself to do everything in his power to follow through.

Looking up, Spike realized that Big Mac had been waiting for him to give the go-ahead. Giving a firm nod, Spike told him, “Do it!”

With a wordless smile, Big Mac pressed forward again. It was slow at first, but the resisting pressure evaporated with remarkable speed. Despite what he’d seen with the apple, he was still caught off guard by just how flexible Spike’s sphincter was. Usually a fresh and unfucked hole took a lot more work to open, but this one acted like it had just been the subject of an hours long fuck-athon. “E’wow!”

“That good, huh?” AJ panted. She then explained to Twilight, “He don’t say that too often. Means he’s really likin’ it.” And she fully hilted inside her girlfriend, rocking back and forth as she basked in the sensation of being fully enveloped.

“Come on, Spike,” AB urged. “Ah wanna see ya get fucked silly. Show mah brother he ain’t the only stud in town!”

Spike smiled at the filly, glad for the encouragement and that she was enjoying herself. He hoped to feel at least half as good as she sounded and gave his rump an encouraging wiggle.

Big Mac took the hint and stepped forward, carefully inserting another couple inches into Spike’s hole. He grunted. The confines of Spike’s anal cavity were slick and undulated almost identically to a vagina. Whether this was a result of Twilight’s casting or Spike’s so-called enhancements was hard to say. However, the big stallion didn’t especially care to ask. It felt good and his lover wasn’t breaking. That was all that mattered.

Spike bit his lip, but his lewd moaning could not be suppressed. The cushion tore under the intensity of his claws, forcing him to grasp around for new spots to grab. It was quickly becoming apparent that Big Mac’s name might not be entirely accurate. If anything, it seemed wholly inadequate to describe the mammoth log spearing his rectum. Each second brought another inch. Each inch brought more stretching and churning of his insides. Spike cried out, the pain having long been eclipsed by the tremendous pleasure of his ass being fucked. Except… he wasn’t actually being fucked yet. This was still the insertion process; a courtesy to help him adjust before the actual fucking commenced. But it was still coming. More and more stallion meat was penetrating into his colon with no end in sight. “Molestia almighty, how big are you!?”

“Big,” was Big Mac’s simple reply.

“I can feel… funny,” Spike panted. A claw moved down to his middle. “S-so hot. I can feel you-you moving inside me.” Big Mac’s pulse was thrumming through his insides. He looked down and spied some odd movement. His cock was twitching, but that wasn’t the odd part. The odd part was that very clear bulge all along his belly area, the biggest part of which was slowly climbing up into his chest. “Woah!”

“Hold it!” Twilight cried and motioned AJ to stop. “I need to see this.” Her horn lit and a purple aura encased the drake. He was rotated along Big Mac’s pole like a spit, making the big stallion whine at the unexpected but welcome friction. When Spike was now sufficiently facing the spectator seats, the audience collectively marveled at what they saw.

“That Big Mac’s dick?” asked AB, voicing everyone’s thoughts. “It’s so… big!”

“Hell yeah it is!” AJ cheered, followed by an encouraging whistle. “At’a boy, Spike! Take it!”

“Where’s a camera when you need one?” Trixie grumbled.

Big Mack also marveled at the distention his cock made in the drake’s belly. Between that sight and the flushed expression on Spike’s upturned face, he didn’t know which left him more proud. All he knew was that he wasn’t anywhere close to done and inserted another couple inches. The distension in the drake’s belly also moved up a couple inches. A split second later, Big Mac’s medial ring made contact with Spike’s anal opening. Both males trembled and sucked in air through their teeth as the acute stimulation rocketed through their senses. Inexplicably, the drake’s reaction was just as extreme, somehow able to distinguish the line of stallion flesh as something extra pleasurable.

“Ah felt that,” Big Mac grunted.

“Me too,” Spike whimpered as a claw pressed down on his middle, following the bulge. He wanted to move, to at least turn himself back around, but it was no use. Big Mac’s cock was just too big and too deep. He was utterly helpless, able to do nothing more than grip the cushion with a single claw. It wasn’t much, but at least he could take some initiative by pushing himself further down along the meat pole.

Also aware of Spike’s awkward plight, Big Mac got to thinking. He was a simple stallion of simple needs. As a stud, simple requests were made of him, as his sheer size was sufficiently kinky for most. It wasn’t often that he felt the need to try something different. However, when the next inserting inch only pushed Spike and the cushion along the floor, it became evident that a change was needed. With a humble smile upon his lips, Big Mac dropped his rump down. This caused his cock to angle upwards, taking with it his present lover.

Spike was now suspended in the air, speared on Big Mac’s cock and bound to its motions. Experimentally, Big Mac tightened his groin muscles and bounced his cock. It amused him to watch his little lover bob about. “Got me an ornament.” The audience snickered at Spike’s clear distress.

“This is so weird,” he whined at the oddly weightless feeling. “Can’t you just, like, fuck me properly?”

“Oh. There some protocol fer a stud fuckin’ itty bitty dragon booty?”

Spike blinked. “Okay, that just sounded weird coming from you.”

“It really did,” AB agreed.

Rolling his eyes at the inability of his critics to accept good humor, Big Mac enacted the next stage of his plan. A hoof set on Spike’s shoulder and began turning him like a screw. Both males grunted and moaned from the exquisite friction that was generated. Twisting might not necessarily be better than thrusting, but it was certainly a welcome kind of different. When Spike was far enough around, back to fully facing away, Big Mac switched to the other shoulder, now applying some downward pressure. The process was slower, but the added friction of hard dick sliding along moist anal flesh made it all worth it.

“I am so trying that later,” avowed Twilight.

Appreciative of how inspirational his work was, Big Mac continued his twisting motion, watching as the bulge in Spike’s belly climbed ever higher. From this new perspective, the stallion also saw how the drake’s hips had widened from the insertion. In fact, Spike’s whole diameter had swelled out as a result of taking that huge dick up his butt. The bulge became especially noticeable in the drake’s tiny chest. Leaning back to look under Spike’s tail, the stallion reported on his findings. “Only a few inches ta go.”

Spike touched the end of the bulge, which was a hair’s breath from his collar bone. He’d never felt so full in all his life. Feeling swollen as if ready to burst, he groaned. Something was about to come up, something big, but the drake couldn’t muster any negativity about his predicament. This was, more or less, exactly what he’d fantasized would happen with Molestia. His practice partner need only make the final plunge, and then they could get to the real fun.

“Ya ready?”

“… bring it on.”

Beaming, Big Mac abandoned the twisty motions and slammed Spike down the rest of the way into his lap. The drake gagged, struggling momentarily to keep his lips closed, only for the thing within to burst forth like a saliva soaked apple. Big and red, that’s what everyone thought it was at first. Had the apple Spike had ‘eaten’ come up?

“By the dreaded darkness of Luna’s full moon!” was Twilight’s poetic outburst. “He… he went all the way through!”

That’s what Spike had figured as well. He reached up and began feeling around the pulsing flat head protruding from his gullet. The drake was experienced enough to recognize the feeling of a penis, even one this big, but the location was something else. A different kind of heat began radiating from Spike’s core as he felt himself swell with pride at his accomplishment. He’d taken Big Mac… all the way through! Overcome with glee, Spike tried fondling the cock head in a kind of strangling hug. His urgent grunting told all that he needed to express himself, needed to show the stallion just how grateful he was for making this happen.

“AJ,” Twilight said, unable to tear her eyes away from the astonishing sight.

“Yeah, Twi.”

“Did you just cum inside me?”

AJ leaned over and confirmed that fresh jizz was leaking out of the purple mare’s purple pussy. “Ain’t the only one.” She then pointed to the coffee table that now sported a brand new white glob. To satisfy her curiosity, AJ further confirmed that the littlest Apple was leaking filly cum all over the couch while Trixie was making a mess on her sitting pillow. This filled apple horse with a curious kind of pride. Grinning, she explained that, “Mah brother’s such a stud he can make mares cum jus’ by watchin’ ‘im. That’s an Apple, for ya!”

Recovering from his own awestruck state, Big Mac grew curious about the little drake’s muffled sounds and began pushing him up. Going from the shoulder was awkward at first, but the big red stallion found greater leverage under Spike’s rump. Compressing it under his hoof made the living cock sleeve moan, which widened his grin. Moving as carefully as before, Big Mac made several low squeaks in his throat as Spike’s inner walls slid and scraped along his sensitive cock flesh. The big stallion even had to slow down at points, fearful that going too quickly might set him off early. He stopped around the point that his cock head was back around Spike’s collar bone. “Ya alright, li’l fella?”

Spike panted like he’d just run a marathon. “I… yeah. That was… Woah! Great.” His claws glided up and down his front, still trying to embrace the amazing cock that had speared him. “Y-you’re like a one-stallion spit-roast,” he wheezed.

“Yeah, but only when Ah got an extra special roast ta spit.” Feeling affectionate, Big Mac tenderly felt around Spike’s warm little cheek. He’d never done this with any lover before; rightly wary that no pony too small could handle him. However, thanks to everything that made this little guy exceptional, the big guy had just achieved something even more rare than the birth of studs. Adoring the drake and the way his little heart beat against the massive shaft, Big Mac leaned down and planted a kiss on Spike’s cheek.

Spike giggled like a school girl, never even considering pulling away. He might have been straight, but no one was that straight. His lover was showing affection after so kindly volunteering his time to fuck him up the ass. They were already as close as two beings could physically be, so it would be silly to start showing reluctance now.

Glad for the acceptance of his feelings, Big Mac asked, “More?” When Spike nodded his anxious anticipation, the stallion moved the hoof that wasn’t caressing the drake’s rump to the shoulder. He pushed down much quicker than before. A chuckle escaped his lips when Spike gave a surprised “Guah!” at the return of the cock head in his maw.

Big Mac then pushed up on Spike’s rump even faster, making him inadvertently swallow the horse cock. He pushed up and down, trying to guess where in Spike’s digestive system his cock was at any given time. This was all so new for the both of them, so he doubted that even Spike would know. They both knew when his medial ring scraped across Spike’s anal ring. Both males shuddered again and shared a look, confirming their shared suspicion that they were both becoming increasingly sensitive.

Spike’s draconic cock twitched as joy and rapture cascaded through his body. Big Mac was growing bolder, bouncing his little lover in his lap. Each downward push caused a bit of Spike’s white dragon seed to escape. Most dribbled down his and Big Mac’s thighs, but extra powerful thrusts sent some flying all the way to the cushion.

Twilight wondered if she might have accidentally magiced herself some extra eyes for how she was focusing on everything at once. Every bead of sweat and muscle tensing was clear as day. The look of ecstasy that had taken Spike’s face filled her with even more warmth than the cock currently prodding at her cervix. Watching his spitting pecker made her mouth water. She wanted to suck on it, to savor the taste as the well-hung stud used him like he was just a toy. Each time the red head poked out of the drake’s maw, Twilight felt her pulse spike. She wanted that. She wanted to feel what Spike was feeling, to be speared all the way through. She also wanted to know what it was like on Big Mac’s end. Rubbing her own bouncing phallus, she imagined what it would be like to have Spike there. She wouldn’t be fucking him. Oh no. She’d be wearing him. She’d enhance her mare meat to appropriately colossal proportions to penetrate Spike, to achieve a new level of physical intimacy with her treasured assistant. Her keen eye for detail could also see that even though the ginormous balls weren’t swinging around, they were still twitching from the building supply of stallion spunk, ready to burst soon.

Similar thoughts ran through the heads of the other observers. AJ put herself in her brother’s horse shoes and began to steal glances at her little sister, craving that tight filly pussy upon her cock more than ever. These looks were returned as AB imagined herself in Spike’s place. She wanted a throbbing log shoved up her back door, but she wanted it to be her brother’s. Where before she had resigned to wait until she was older and more experienced, long dimmed flames had rekindled deep within her core. Whatever it took, she was going to take it.

Trixie’s thoughts were more scattered. Twilight would definitely want to try this as soon as possible, but where would her great and powerful slave be in all this? She could be at the bottom; her moist pussy gripping Spike’s dragon prick while he acted as a pseudo condom bridging the two mares. Things might start out that way. However, depending on just what kind of mood Twilight was in, Trixie wouldn’t put it past her mistress to go overboard with some size changing spells. Such frightful imaginings only served to strengthen the blue mare’s arousal as she pounded away at herself.

Big Mac was demonstrating his studly expertise. Rather than doing quick and shallow thrusts, or long and overdrawn ones, the big red stallion bounced the drake up and down on his cock like he were a bouncy ball. Spike would be lifted up until he was at eye level with his domineering lover, only to be hilted all the way through in the blink of an eye. Spike’s body only offered token friction to add to their mutual stimulation, but nothing in the way of resistance.

In this moment, the drake had come to terms with his existence as a literal living fuck toy. He’d taken that crucial next step to one day take Molestia. She’d obviously be a lot bigger, but he felt that this definitely gave him a solid idea of what their session would be like. Hearing Twilight’s longing moan, he was torn from the bliss of the moment to imagine what it would be like with her. Big Mac was great, but Twilight was Twilight. Goals and crushes aside, Spike wanted to share such a blissful experience with her as well.

“C-cummin’!” Big Mac warned, snapping everyone out of their heads and back to reality.

Spike whined like a bitch in heat. Given that this was in the middle of a pull out, he seized the chance to say, “Fill me!”

Big Mac nodded, guessing what his little lover wanted. Normally he preferred to be fully hilted upon climax, but he was a gentle stallion doing a favor for a friend of the family. It was a bit awkward as he pushed Spike back down to just the right level of penetration. The entrance of the stomach would be ideal. Any further ran the risk of, well… making even more of a mess. Not that anyone would mind. Equestrian architecture was literally designed to absorb sex fluids as needed. But it would still be discourteous to his lover. Then he relaxed his body and let nature take its course.

“Gah-ha-ha!” Big Mac felt the first of his ejaculation burst forth into what seemed like the widest space within the drake’s body. With most of his cock cold in the open air, he tried a few quick and jerky motions to coax out the rest more quickly. The second burst came and Big Mac gasped like he’d just been spanked. He had been uncertain before, but it was now clear that this was going to be a big one. The hollow space within Spike had already filled to the brim, but Big Mac could tell more was coming.

Spike’s insides felt even hotter than usual as burning syrupy liquid filled his gut. His stomach began expanding out like a balloon. At first this added to his bottom-heavy pear shape appeal, but then it just kept going. With a newfound awareness of his innards, Spike could tell that the usual exit was blocked off by thick stallion sausage, meaning that there was only one way to ease the building pressure. “… Uh oh!”

Unable to say more, Spike’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Big Mac was cumming faster by the second, and his body had given in to the inevitable. Bypassing his gag reflex, the thick liquid shot up his throat and out his mouth. “Glaaaah!” Heaping helpings of stallion spunk erupted forth like a great geyser. Looking very much like an ornate fountain statue, Spike spat up gallons upon gallons of jizz onto the far wall. Photos on the wall were knocked loose. Hot and thick stallion semen continued shooting out like a hose and pooled down on the floor below.

“Hoo, nelly!” awed AJ as she began emptying her own balls in Twilight. “Must’ve been one helluva fuck!”

Spike wasn’t all that aware of any of this. He was bordering on comatose as his mind burned white hot with bliss. There was nothing but the constant onslaught of orgasm pouring through his very being. Though his own climax was rather substantial by his standards, adding up to almost a full gallon, it was barely a footnote in comparison to the fire hose spewing from his maw.

In time, Bit Mac came down as his orgasm petered out. He caught himself before he could fall forward and crush the little fella who’d given him the best orgasm in, well, a while. “Not… bad,” he panted. How long had it been since he felt this tired after cumming only once?

For his part, Spike was still barely coherent of his surroundings. Jizz dribbled down his chest, mixing with sweat to become even stickier. More oozed out his ass as the softening cock began to slip out. Spike’s body made the slow descent to the floor as the thing that had so solidly speared him began losing its hardness.

As a post-sex afterglow fell upon the occupants of the living room, Big Mac was the first to regain his mind and manners. Mindful of his quivering legs, he carefully set the bloated drake down on the cushion to rest his cute little head. Slowly Big Mac extracted the remained of his softening cock and watched with no small amount of pride as more of his prized genetic material oozed out of the drake’s gaping anus. Another second later and the anus registered what had happened and promptly sealed itself shut, trapping the spunk within. “… Wow.”

“Was that it then?” asked Trixie of the room as a whole. “Did we do it? Is Spike now cured of the stupidz?”

Spike chuckled and made the arduous effort to turn his head to face the others. “Mmh. Nah. Probably need another couple rounds, just to be sure,” he chuckled weakly.

Big Mac’s brow made the Applejackian climb up his brow before he asked, “Seriously?”

“Nah. I think I’m good. Or at least I will be just as soon as I get feeling back in my legs.”

“That was amazing, Spike!” Twilight gushed. She dropped to the floor with a clop, AJ’s cock popping out her back end, and hurried over to the drake’s side. Fluids leaking behind her all the way. “You took it all and then some. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me, too. But, ya know, there’s still the leg issue,” he remarked in his blissed out state.

“Hey, how ‘bout Ah clean ya up a little,” offered AB. “Show ya how proud Ah am, too.” She didn’t wait for Spike to answer before kissing under his chin. The affectionate peck quickly evolved into a wet and lewd slurp as she hungrily licked at the drake’s excess semen. He giggled as she worked.

“And lucky for all of us, I managed to take my own notes this time,” Twilight crowed like a rooster as she presented the notepad covered in scribbles. When they started to glow, Spike acted swiftly and blew out a gust of flame, reducing the paper and its unholy marks to ash. “What was that for?”

“Accidentally drew demon summoning signs again,” Spike chided.

Trixie performed a comedic double take. “You do that by accident?”

“Well I obviously didn’t do it on purpose,” Twilight asserted, not liking how everyone was now giving her funny looks. “What?”

“Ah second Trixie’s hope that yer all better,” informed AJ. Her cock had retreated back into her sheath and she moseyed over to join the others. She threw a hoof over Twilight’s side and pulled the mare close enough for a quick peck on the cheek. “Apparently it’s too dangerous fer this one ta be left unsupervised.”

Big Mac cleared his throat. “That all?”

“Yeah,” Spike replied. “You did great. I can see why folks pay you to do that.”

“Much obliged.” With a courteous nod and his legs back to full strength, Big Mac exited the room and returned back to the orchard. Some nice work in the outdoors was his favorite way to relax after a nice fuck session.

“In that case, we’ve got to hurry!” Twilight lifted both her slave an assistant in her magic.

“What’s the rush?” AB asked. “Don’t ya’ll wanna stay fer brunch?” Displeased with Spike’s visit being so short, the little filly brought out the big guns. Twilight was assaulted full force with the filly’s most heart wrenching puppy dog stare.

“No time. We’ve gotta get back home so I can write down my notes while they’re still fresh on my mind,” answered Twilight, utterly impervious to the filly’s empathetic manipulations.

“Jus’ don’t summon any more demons,” AJ called as the mare skedaddled.

“No promises.”

With her weaponized cuteness having failed, AB turned her poutiest pout upon her elder sister and asked, “Why ya always end up datin’ the weird ones?”

AJ merely chuckled, messed the filly’s mane, and replied, “Guess it runs in the family. Now get yer butt in gear. We got chores ta finish.”

Author's Note

This was my second ever commission for Reposted. He’d asked for a scene where Spike takes it from Big Mac. This was inspired by Spike’s assertions to being straight paradoxically mixing with his lust for Princess Molestia. Some of this is just carry over from the original story that inspired MLO2. Though it went a LOT longer than I’d initially expected, I think I met the majority of criteria to a satisfying degree.

If you'd like a commission of your own, contact me via note and we can get a discussion going.