A Day with His Dick

A Day with His Dick
B_25 for Duke Lucifuge

Twilight Sparkle came before the bed shaking her head, knowing this wasn't right, that there was some other way, but yet, she lacked the courage for it. Even a coward could be respected for giving up instead of taking a cowardice route. But she was also selfish.

The worst kind of coward.

The room bathed in darkness and it was only thanks to magic that her eyes could see in the night. On the bed laid the dragon. Sprawled back and above the covers. A towering physique of building athleticism. Even at this size—she'd only come to his chest.

Twilight rested her shapely bottom on the side of the bed as she kept on the frame. His sleeping face was cute. Scrunched a little in pain as if facing a nightmare though a feeling of determination boiled underneath it all. The side of her hand swept across his cheek, causing him to snuggle into the sensation, some of the tension leaving his face.

It wasn't right to do this anymore. Sitting at Spike's bedside and watching him sleep. Leaning in to kiss his cheek held a different connotation than from previous years. Before it had been the selfless expression of love. Now, however, that love found a return in its actions.

A drinking and devouring of ceasing to be selfless.

Twilight's fingers traced the sharpness of his jaw, feeling it twitch around, light destinations, not enough to wake him, but rather, to play with the dragon in his sleep. Bearded scales peeked out from his jaw, green and soft, texture like the gloss of a leaf. It led her to his chin then the slope of his throat.

To the chest exposed below.

There was pleasure in sailing those fingers between the islands of muscles that were his pecs. Defined enough to exist yet not aggressively prevalent. He was becoming more of a dragon, more of something different from her and, as that trend continued to change, the further he would become away from her.

Twilight closed her eyes, squeezing, suppressing the chance of anything rising.

Rather her fingers traced down to the trench between his abs. Cut and easily flexed. The poor boy seemed unaware of them. As he did of the stares of the passing mares. But she knew he had a few. There'd been offers and he'd taken them all.

She'd grown up to eventually take the throne.

While he grew up to steal places in mares' beds.

Twilight might have called it there. Stop the show and cease the act to let the horrible feelings consume her for the night. She wasn't in the mood. The lust from enjoying him wasn't teased today. The desire to drop her chest onto his, softness onto hardness, flattening and meshing around, that feeling, those sensations... usually got her through the moods.

But the more she thought about his body.

The more she thought about who it belonged to.

As she was about to get up and leave, though, there had been a twitch. Her head whipped from above his belly to the standing mast of ebony afar. The dragon slept naked. Mostly. Except for one critical article.

His underwear.

Richly black and stitched in silk. Tight around Spike's hips but with incredible laxness at the front. Something pressed into the abundance of thickness there. Spreading and thinning it until the fabric was stretched. Twilight's mouth watered at the sight. Certainly another change to her charge.

Spike's cock towered inside of the underwear, fighting to throb in response to a wet dream, but being unable to shift in the tightness of the fabric. He groaned and moaned. Rolling and bucking his hips. Looking to fuck. Needing to later on.

Twilight blushed at the nature of his thing and felt immediately intimidated by it. She couldn't help but look between her bare legs to the smallness of her entrance. Girls were supposed to take that thing inside of them? Though it wasn't as bad as the average guy was packing—it scared her anyway.

Unlike most girls.

Spike's cock pushed into the ceiling of his underwear, grinding into it, a plump hill cast over its head alone. The rest of the fabric clung to his girth. Ridges of his underside teased as tiny mounds. It felt powerful while remaining sleek.

Though it scared Twilight.

It also urged her on.

It was easier to deal with if the dragon was asleep. She was thankful for his hardness every night for it granted practice. Her hand trembled in reaching for him. Fingers brushing the shape—before pulling away. Another moan, distant and pained, as Twilight wagged her hand.

He'd been hot. Like a cup of coffee just after it's settled. It was hard to hold at first, needing to endure the surface that burned though, after a few seconds, her hand adjusted to the heat. Soon it became a pleasant scorch that reminded Twilight of exactly the thing she was holding.

She laughed. Being no better than him. Her hand brushed up and down his shaft in the lightest grip possible. She looked over to see Spike's head tossing on the pillow with fangs bared. Her teasing was getting dangerous.

Here was the dragon that slept around without greater care for the girl of the day.

And here was the princess who touched him while he slept.

Twilight moaned at the sensations. Of fabric heating from the meat it hugged. Its shape, its smoothness, a difficulty in getting her fingers to meet around the thing. Its hardness bore power in its every throb. How it beat into her palm in its flicks. The struggle of the underwear to contain his mass.

And the dragon was coming alive. Shifting his hips to roll his dick in her hold. She squeezed at his head as it squished into hardness. To follow its downward curve, holding less in every inch until reaching the beast of its base. She reached down for his balls. Their swells pronounced through the silk. Smooth. With a heft in lifting one.

"Nnngmmm... hmmm... h-huh..."

Twilight froze. Heart stopping. Eyes blinking in the realization of her mistake. The spell. One to keep him asleep. Being so worried about feelings in forgetting to cast the magic that would save her. Already he was shuffling and shifting and it would be second before his eyes opened.

What to do? Teleport? It would leave sparks! Hit the floor or hide in the room? Dragons were meant for seeing in the darkness! One spell came to mind. Quickly she cast it as it would reduce the flash and the sparks that would come afterward.

The room flashed in violet before the dragon could open his eyes.

Twilight yelped in falling several, landing on a surface that was smooth and sloped, though, on struggling to her feet, felt a rumbling through them. She looked around to see nothing but the night of the room. In looking at the land around her feet, though, had told a different story.

The was hard though smooth and composed of lime. In looking across the slope she'd found herself in, one like you would see snowboarders riding, she saw, for far away, over the literal curve and rise of muscles the dragon's monolithic head.

It was gigantic. Large and looming afar. It was a mountain unto itself though rose from the pillow like a cloud. Spike's massive expression was a sleepy one. Eyes squeezed as yawn erupted from his mouth. Fangs like silicates in a cave. His maw: a dangerous expanse.

Twilight blushed on landing on the dragon. All around was him. The floating keys of his abs as she was in the trench between them all. The power of his mass everywhere. The sides of his body were a sprint either way. And he would wake up any second now.

Where did that leave her to go and hide? Behind one of his abs? They were tall enough, sure, rising like dunes. But that wasn't it. In looking behind her, though, suddenly, the answer became a little more clear to the towering presence behind.

Twilight started up at the mast of his cock as shot to the sky and required the full tilt of her head to see. Its throbs into the fabric rocked the ground around her. Its heat rolled in light waves over his groin. Everything was generated from inside of his underwear.

Inside of his underwear.

She wasn't sure of the quickness in beating that first step, but she did, breaking into a run toward the article. It stretched wide beyond the width of her vision though its white brim was always in view. She dropped to her knees in reaching it. Pushing up enough, a heavy strain, the battle with elastic.

Twilight was able to lift some of the band to roll underneath it, the snap, afterward, crashing into her body. Everything was dark except for the white of the ceiling. That, and unbearably tight. She scooted right, little by little, the canopy of the fabric, lifting, the further she went.

"Unghaa... t-that... dream again?" His voice quaked beneath the scales and blared in the distance like a deity announcing from beyond the clouds. Shuffling fabric sounded louder at this size. Bit of groaning and stretching until everything settled. "Aw c'mon. Why are you hard? I'm... too tired to finish you in the bathroom."

Twilight rolled into the opening of the underwear in keeping on her back, panting and laughing, happy to be safe and free. That was until the smell caught in her lungs. Powerful and dominating and commanding. It stank in here. Dense musk that thickened the air. Breathing it in bringing about the taste and shape of heat.

It diluted her. Twilight could feel a wetness developing between her legs. Thighs stained in the heat of honey. Her ass pushed in by the monolithic scales below. Darkened tits now extra sensitive. To her left was the tower. Finally she saw it.

Spike's cock was a thick wall at the base. Its curve was sharp and long as it consumed a park for its construction. Its pink was glossed as it curved up. Higher and higher, enough to make her squint, seeing frills at its sides. Its head pounded into the distant ceiling, forcing it to curve its shape, which it curved around.

"Better take care of you now I guess."

T-Take care of it now!?

Twilight could sense the looming threat in rolling onto her knees, groaning as the burning in-between her thighs demanded a touch. Trapped in her dragon's underwear, dominated by his musk, all while his staggering cock bobbed from behind her.

The ceiling of the underwear was steep in its descent into the band sealing the place. Underneath it, though, something slid, round and large and heading this way. Twilight backed a few steps in seeing the elastic previously struggled with, now, easily lifted as something glided in.

The digits of the claw slipped into the place as they flew toward the girl. Twilight cried and turned around, running, trekking around the side of the dick. But the ground lowered at her feet. Descending into the end of a dam ahead.

Everything is over if he catches me here! Wait... I know! If I can get behind his dick and jump with his balls... he won't be able to see me... and his digits won't go looking after me! This is it!

Twilight rounded to behind the throbbing cock as the world quaked. The beast knew it was about to be treated as its throbs were strong in shaking the landscape. The woman stumbled at step, fighting to catch herself—only for swiping digits to do so for her.

Ack!

Two cylinders of digits slammed into the miniature girl, both crashing into the cock's underside, which vibrated and burned into her back. Twilight yelped as the wind crashed out from her. It took a few seconds for her to breathe again.

Everything was still for the moment. Twilight breathed in looking down, forced to rest her chin on the top of the digits, feeling the hardness sink into her boobs without remorse. Same with her thighs. Pinned the rod. Like the start before a ride.

W-Wait no. He wouldn't. N-Not with his—

The digits launched up and so did the girl as they rose to the height of the shaft, the air thinning and the fabric constricting, a squeeze from the digits now suffocating her body. Twilight's ass ground into the beat with its softness as it thoroughly impressed into the pink. The claw went down before going up, jerking and pumping, the sounds delicious as they were disgusting.

Here was the dragon of masculinity waking up from a naughty dream, seeing the monster trapped in the underwear barely containing it and, without much further regard, started jerking off while keeping it on. How was he propped right now? Arm behind his head. Looking at his impressiveness. Beating himself off without further regard for it?

Did he know how easily his claws wrapped around a princess, trapping her against his cock, pumping her up and down, quickly and smoothly, forcing her against his masculinity? Twilight found her arms had been trapped down her front as fingers dangled before her crotch. As the ride continued, the black, blurring, as warm winds cut around... the naughty girl touched herself.

She stuffed her fingers into the tightness between her folds, fingering to the notion of the motion possessing her, the utter thickness behind, the throbbing meat, which she was forced again. The brewing that resonated from within. How bore a volcano inside of itself.

"S-Shame I didn't bring anyone home last night," came the strained words of the dragon as he drew near, "then I wouldn't have to deal with this. M-Maybe Rainbow? She seems the type to jerk me in my sleep. Maybe blow me. H-Hehe."

Twilight couldn't help but pump as hard as the claw holding her. The idea of being caught to this beast while delicate blue fingers worked at it. To be stuck at its tip as a mouth above crashed down. Would she be attached to some cum in-between a set of fingers? Or lost to the depths of a stomach as boobs jostled above and afar?

Everything became frenetic as the claw pumped its quickest to the charging release of the beast. Within seconds the digits soared upward as their backs pushed the ceiling. Twilight was suddenly faced forward. Boobs resting on the surface of something while she brought herself to climax.

The rubbery ground violently shook. Twilight opened her eyes to see the slit of something unexpected. Then they went wide. Before she could cover her face, the eruption came, while the claw kept thrusting to milk the pleasure from the contact.

Creamy white unleashed in blasts of full-thickness. The power shot the girl forward, slamming her into the ceiling, it bouncing on catching her, a wet spot already there. The whole of her body quivered in release as she rocked the fabric. She started to peel from it and would have, too, if the next, powerful blast, did not slam her back in place.

"Nnnng! Heheheh! Oh oh... now something was different about this time." Twilight looked down to see the claw holding the cannon, the next shots not as powerful, rather coming to leak down the sides of his stature. "Though these are going to need a wash. Berry is going to hate me today. Better wash extra nice."

Twilight arched as her body was pinned by cooling jizz to the ceiling of the underwear. Sweet honey coursed through her. Leaving her body as it ravaged her. Little trickles amounting to nothing in comparison to the cum already owning the place. This world smelled of sex. Dragon sex.

It took a few seconds for her to even contemplate escape. Looking down at her body showed the white that was dried that locked her to the ceiling. Same with her arms too. Legs as well. She struggled. Fighting through the locks. All while the dragon that got off returned to slumber.

At least she was safe from him, somewhat, inside of his underwear.

After a few moments was when Twilight broke through the jizz. Her torso was next to wiggle out but, in feeling a groan from beyond the cavern, stopped for a second. Everything started to turn. The encompassing dragon now rolling onto his front.

Twilight fought against her bindings and escaped as the ceiling transitioned into the ground. She lay forward to catch her breath, crawling a bit, that was, until feeling a weight above. She looked in time for her view to become eclipsed by two balls, hanging, and now crashing into her.

Twilight struggled onto her knees to run but, as she rose afoot, an immense weight crashed into her back. Both balls slammed atop and rolled over her. Their underside blanked her back and devoured the space around her. Already they were sweat. More of that perfume she didn't mind.

Wiggling did no favors. Jiggled the balls though to no moving. Satisfied groans rang from afar. The dragon had settled comfortably as he returned to slumber. Twilight remained trapped underneath the pair, unable to escape, the sight above and ahead.

The head of his cock rested into the fabric, a slow retraction as it shrank, coming to life from the ground. Problem was that, as it returned to its flaccid state, it hung in front of the balls, its thickness blocking the view beyond it.

Twilight had wanted to get close to the dragon. Yet she couldn't confess. Wanting more than the dragon had ever wanted from anyone else. It caused her to come into this. To take as he took. Though, of course, her punishment had finally come for her cowardice.

And it was far from over.

Wait... did he say... he has a date with Berry today?