An Uncertain Plan

by Fetish Account

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Spike, Ember, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1855

Libido often overcomes logical thinking, and in this critical moment, fhe end is only bittersweet.

Ember was always the adventurous lover, never withdrawn from trying new sexual endeavors that can heighten her experience and bring her to new levels in the bedroom. However, even she has a clear threshold on what should and shouldn't be experimented with, such as following through with this alleged unbirthing of Spike who found this out through an erotica. For whatever reason, he was able to worm his way into her conscious and bring her far enough to do things on his own. What will come of this.

Long overdue request for this fine man right here. https://www.fimfiction.net/user/327083/Edward+Sapphire.

Also, both Ember and Spike are over 18.

Published 2020-08-16 17:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-16 17:50:01 UTC

Should I?

“You sure about this Spike?”

How rare was it for me to back down from any sexual endeavor for I was an adventurous lover, a quality of mine each and every one of my past partners could attest to. Yet, Spike proposed such an uncertain plan with enough loose ends to give me pause and ponder on the possible ramifications of what we were going to do. While I have never unbirthed anyone before nor have I witnessed it secondhand in my time of living, I was sure that the results would be one that I would come to regret if Twilight happened to waltz in on us.

My cautious outlook was received poorly, Spike crossing his arms over his chest as he scowled and pouted as if he were a child, the sight would’ve been hilarious if he weren’t absolutely naked while I myself was bare from the waist down. He snorted, puffs of smoke pouring out of his nostrils as his scowl deepened. “Oh come on, don't tell me you're getting cold feet after how far we came?” It stung for his words were true, he had somehow coerced me into plunging this far, why should we back down now? But he hasn't let me answer. “I did the research and everything lines up, we’re at now risk of doing this whatsoever.”

Now it was my time to scowl, hearing the word research leave his lips was enough to sullen any mood, let alone one already dampened with uncertainty. “Oh please, we both know what you classify as research is reading that damn erotica Twilight brought you.” That rebuttal never rolled off the tongue as nicely as I would like with how much I had been repeating it, the mental image of Twilight buying such a vulgar book for Spike was simultaneously hilarious and harrowing.

But just like the stubborn little gecko that had managed to win my hand and heart during the Gauntlet of Fire, Spike was steadfast in this endeavor of his and was adamant on having me capitulate. “Oh puhlease, like you would’ve done research yourself, not like you had the time fingering yourself all the time.”

Never before have I been insulted by something so true, yet so offensive. “Of course not because this is something you’d find in some messed up erotica.” The irony was not lost on me as I uttered those words. “What person in their right, sane mind would research something so wild, so unexpected as squishing someone up a girl’s snatch! It’s not logical!” I wondered what sort of madman I resembled, having not used logical in ages and was hardly logical myself. I loathed hypocrites and could only hope to the high heavens of hell that I wasn’t acting like that.

But patience wasn’t in large supply, I supposed, as he only sat there, glaring at me with the intensity of a thousand suns and the anger of a million more. He pouted, arms crossed tighter before as he soon averted his gaze and surveyed the room we were in, his mind soaring to the door as he observed it, hoping Twilight wouldn’t return unexpectedly and barge in unannounced. Our last escapade resulted in me nearly having the life choked out of me… literally, so one can only shudder in fear of her eventual reaction if she were to barge in on us like this. I fear not even all the water in the world would come close to dousing her fury.

But even then, watching his forlorn look plastered on his scaly face was enough to soften this heart of mine. His fins falling with the melancholy look as he casted a glance my way. I felt my legs soften, the tight grip they had around my nethers loosening with time, as I contemplated capitulating to his request. Sure, even if his frivolous use of research couldn’t even amount to lackluster once held up to scrutiny, and I truly feared for my life if Twilight were to find out in the midst of what was happening. But even so, the possibility of both of us coming out of this experience with nothing more than a story to tell and a memory to share, while not higher than either of us kissing the grave, it was still quite high. And his look of devastation was hardly making things better.

But before I could think on the matter further, it seemed that this attitude was but a ruse to get me to lower my guard as no sooner had he realized that my attitude had changed had he made his move: diving his hands in between my legs with such speed and spreading them wide with more strength than I knew he could muster, and in one fast motion that I cursed myself for being too slow to react, he speared his head into my cooch. My reaction was immediate, a thunderous roar of pain echoed throughout the room, and likely throughout the castle, I’ve never had an object as large as his head speared into me like that, with such speed, so I was overwhelmed with a burning sensation of pain.

I tried to push him out, but it seemed my muscles had already tightened around his neck keeping that from happening, and as if that wasn’t enough, he began to push himself deeper. It took some work, my folds weren’t used to such a large intrusion, but with the determination that only Scald could bless him with, he succeeded in pushing more and more of him inside of me. His shoulders then his elbows were next to slide in, his legs the only thing pushing him on.

I seethed and scowled, grimaced as the pain was more intense than anything I’ve witnessed. But even then, amidst the dense, thick fog of pain, a dance of pleasure caressed my troubled mind and brought me a sense of relaxation as he continued to push more and more of him inside, his eagerness giving him the power to get his stomach into my snatch, but no more as his legs were soon hoisted off the ground and could no longer aid him.

It was here that I looked down, finding the position I was in to be quite hilarious and endearing as the bulge of his head and shoulders were clear in my… womb… I guess??? I caressed the bulge, hearing him yelp as I apparently poked him in the eye. I teethed an apology, but couldn’t as pain was soon overridden by euphoria and I began to blush violently, the rosy hue overcoming my azure scales and now fogging the part of my brain roaring at me to let him out. My logical side telling me that what I was witnessing shouldn’t be possible in the slightest and I should cease this farce where it stood, but we’ve plunged so far and the depths were yet to be seen, and my libido was unsatisfied with this and craved more.

And it seemed that Spike finally saw the error of his lewd ways, his legs kicking as he tried to gain a foothold and pull himself out, evident by how when his claws seized the blankets, he tried pulling backwards. Unfortunately for him, my muscles had their grip on him and I was no longer willing to abide by my own earlier uncertainty. And while I wasn’t sure if I could advance in the state I was in, sitting on the bed, I had another solution as I hoisted myself off and stood up straight.

I nearly stumbled and tumbled to the floor, the way the weight in me was distributed was far different from when I ate him the conventional way, the new sense of gravity taking some time to get used to. But once I regained control over my own center of gravity, I truly stood up straight, his legs kicking wildly underneath my own as he was both unsure of what I was to do and regretting his decision. “Sorry little buddy, we’re not finished yet…” I moaned as I began squatting, the difference in size between me and him enough for the tip of his toes to reach just below my knee.

With his thrashing, it was quite hard to get a solid placement to continue this endeavor, and after what felt like a torturous eternity of fighting with him, his legs finally became stiff for once and I capitalized on the moment, descending quickly. Moaning ecstatically, I placed a solitary claw on the bedside to ensure I would not fall forward, his legs slipping into my folds with such ease it would seem that I was well-versed in this sort of thing, and while I did have more than a couple large dicks, this was by far the largest thing I’ve ever had inserted into me. By time my knees were bent to the fullest, his ankles was just beyond my clutches, and with one conscious pull, they disappeared.

He thrashed harder when he realized the last of him was enveloped in the wet, sticky fem-juices that was my insides, the fluids flowing freely now without the intrusion of a large body hindering them. I panted as I got back on the bed, laying down as the last of him slipped into my womb. His thrashing added another layer of pleasure I wasn’t sure even existed. I caressed his form. Closing my eyes as I gradually began to drift off to sleep.

As I did, however, I could hear a small bit of sloshing happening within me, which was strange, but I paid it no mind. I simply fell to the vices of slumber and was soon out like a light. Over the hours, I would feel his thrashing dwindle in strength and frequency, my hands still subconsciously circling the bulge of my stomach, I felt the contours of his but I couldn’t be bothered to care.

(2 Days Later)

Morning came to me like a hangover would a night of overdrinking, squinting as I squirmed in the light, trying to regain unconsciousness for I was not prepared to tackle the day ahead of me. But I soon forced myself to wake up when I rolled onto my stomach and realized that it was flat once more.

Immediately, logic came rushing to me as I leapt off my bed and stood on the floor, gazing at my stomach which was now definitely lacking a distinct Spike bulge which did nothing to soothe me. Not only that, but as I observed my body, I realized that my hips were now much wider than what they were, and quite rough once my claws glided over them, and I could feel the color drain from my being. I knew what had happened, knew the implications my figure showered me with, and feared for more than my life.

But then my soul left my body when I heard three knocks at the door.

“Um, hey guys, it’s me Starlight, just got back and wanted to check on you.”

...What now?