A Day with His Dick

~ II ~

Persistent Itch

Spike locked the door behind him and wondered why the castle hadn't had better defense. It was home to books instead of a treasure. Special items acquired throughout their adventures, maybe, with the odd artifact that could either power an old villain or bring about the world's end.

Some lasers could help in preventing that. Spike blinked and nodded to himself and tested to lock to make sure it was, well, locked. Convinced, he turned away. Something still tickled at the mind. Or the tree could be some magical entity that punishes trespassers in an ironic fashion. Like an endless hall. Or a room full of gold that they can never leave. Usually how that kind of thing works.

He strode from the door to a glance down his body. Green and thin jacket cast over a white long sleeve—which clung to his frame like fabric in love. Spreading over his pecs to the subtle protrusion they presented. Little tease to the taut stomach below. Cargo pants covered his bottom with a silver belt fashioned. Black boots, same colour as the thin gloves, to sell the light look of an adventure.

Too bad it's all bogus.

His head sunk at the thought and those passing on his sides didn't help at all. Few girls walking past, tied shirts to tender bellies, even shorter shorts to the allure of what laid below. Their tops, generous, in the heaping of cleavage as different colours and shapes teasing like other kinds of ice cream.

Though he became full on such a treat long ago.

But they hadn't.

Some girls clocked his gaze with a smile, a few raising their hands, wiggling their fingers, while others promoted a wider sway in their step. Helpless to their bottoms, he watched them pass, the undersides of cheeks hanging from shorts, raising and dropping, a heavy jiggle, the colour of their underwear sometimes slipping down into view.

Spike stopped and shook his head. Eyes shut and claw laid on his face. Sunlight poured onto him. Little sizzles rattling in his ears. He didn't want to look anymore, not enjoying the views like he used to but, because they were there, he took to them anyway.

You don't have to like it as much to be addicted.

His eye winced. Growl starting at the bottom of his throat. There'd been a tickle to his joy and he almost took it for a ploy. He glared down at his pants to notice the starting of a bulge against the fabric. His jaw dropped.

You've gotta be kidding me. Really? After last night and this morning? C'mon! Please! There's no way you already want more—we're about to see Berry!

Yet unconsciously his dick flicked into the pants, becoming pinned in place, urging him to stifle a moan. There was an urge to reach in and beat off in the middle of the street. To keep it throbbing as he walked, pinned down by the fabric as he walked, forced to live on that stimulus alone.

I hope Berry wasn't expecting much in a date... not that they usually do.

Meanwhile inside the striding pants, sunlight entered, diffused, upon towering cylinders of purple. Twilight latched onto the massive cock. It pointed down and pushed out as the ceiling of fibres rubbed into her back. Slowly, the dick pushed up into it, applying more pressure, which sunk into her stomach, while she bore the pant's tautness into her back.

It'd been her dream to hold onto his meat. To latch onto it and never let go. Enjoying a never-ending hug in enjoying his mass no matter the circumstance. She would be its ring. Holding on as it rocked around as the dragon walked about. Crushed into its shape as he jerked off. Even forced to hold on as it slammed into the titanic pussy of another.

And that last one, most of all, was set to come true, rather unfortunately.

There'd been a knock at a door and the very feminine voice saying Hello. Odd conversation as the light of the day transitioned into the shadow inside a room. Twilight did her best to not move, ceasing her shifting, instead looking over her back and up.

The dick spanned forever back as it arched into the air. Its base seemed so far away as the size of a playground was above it. Above that was a waistband, a brim of solid white, where the dome of black, started from.

Twilight looked from over the side of the dick to the greatness of the distance afar. There loomed the side of a second ball encased in scales. The promise of a sack, round like the world, one seeming to be encased inside of there. Would it have been safer to keep with them?

She looked ahead to the density of the underwear. Rich ebony unable to be seen through. Light still shone through, but barely, more so the hint of such a thing. Through the slit of the underwear opened the peek of the pants. Of the towering zipper, feeling like a gate to a valley, keeping there. Large and golden bricks, going up, in a lane unlike any road.

"Care for a tea before we head out?"

"Um, uh, y-yeah." Shudders rocked through him as it quaked down his frame, a push falling through his hips, causing a light jostle to his pride. Twilight clung tighter to the burning surface to nearly hearing a squeak moan from above. "Whatever you've got is fine. Celestia pretty much had me try everything when I was a kid."

There was shifting and shuffling as monolithic footsteps rang up from below. Creaking wood sounding as though it originated from a storm. The dick wagged a bit to the sides, not violently, but adding motion. Soon, though gravity crashed back. It swirled in Twilight's stomach as the dragon sat into a chair, the boom and casting winds, forcing her to cling, once again, as his dick went from aiming down to pointing up.

"Not only am I getting with a dragon—but a dragon with connections?" Light laughter rang from afar as, inside the cramped underwear, Twilight gasped in sliding down. The erection skyward like a skyscraper as its steep smoothness slid her down. "Attached to royalty and close friends with Twilight Sparkle. You two shagging it up every day too?"

The chuckle from above froze Twilight. "Me and Twilight? You crazy?"

"Whaaaat? She's not your first time or something? That's how most of us figured." Snort. And footsteps coming closer. Shadows casted over. A feeling of immensity that loomed outside the pants. Another woman, standing there, leaning over, as something tremendous was set on the table. "Both of you hittin' that age at the same time. Twilight using some nerdy excuse to try a thing or two out. She didn't try any tricks with wanting to learn dragon anatomy more inanimately?"

Spike laughed again. "So far you're the only one to use that line."

"Hey! My interest in your anatomy is to see how well a dragon can hold his liquor! Whatever comes from that, if sexual, is pure experimentation for my business." The sound of the girl leaning back was like a drawbridge being lifted times a thousand. "Think about it this way. You get to drink, do whatever you feel and, if that results in us having some fun, well, I'll know what to keep in mind in serving other dragons."

Twilight exhaled a breath and it was lost to the heat of the place. Hanging on to the trunk of cock, she pulled back from it a bit, peering up, seeing how its head spanned above. It pressed into the impossibility of the underwear, that greatness, spread and stretched, from tip alone.

Everything else in the place was the same. The distant walls, now closer, taut in being pulled upward. Light was a bit stronger in shining in. She looked down to the base of the dick, wondering if to slide down to there, or to the balls resting on the chair. Getting caught in that niche between sack and dick, where it would weigh down heavy, didn't seem like a wise idea.

"You plan on having fun with other dragons?"

"If they're as good looking as you."

"Who told you that lie?"

"My eyes that are looking at you right now."

"Ever think about investing in glasses?"

"Not if I lose the treat that's before me." Those footsteps quaked further into the distance, a chair scratching into the floor, its squeak, roaring, until it was no more. The voice was more distant now. Still. It was easily heard. "Besides. You already don't see too well when you're drunk. It allows you to do things you normally wouldn't—or normally wouldn't enjoy as much."

"Easier to make a mistake that way."

"Some mistakes are worth making."

"Can they even be a mistake at that point?"

"No... but sometimes you're better for making them then."

Tremendous sounds lifted from the table as the two must have been enjoying their drinks. Twilight wasn't sure what to do as everything felt hopeless after all. Here she was, wrapped to the dick of her assistant, its heat burning into her breast, its shape of hardness, pressed into her softness, the cause to grind against it, make it please, worshipping the thing until it blew the contents of a volcano.

Yet the desire to do any of that had vanished.

Twilight allowed herself to keep sliding down the shaft as gravity claimed her. What did she hope to get from this? There'd been a petty desire to make the dragon cream his pants before the date could lead to the bedroom. Kicking and kissing and humping and grinding until the towering rod rocked and broke into the spasms of release. But then the dragon would peer in, find her there, and maybe ensure she never left there for all eternity.

There's no part where I get out of this okay.

Spike raised the mug to cover his face, unable to repress the blush on his cheeks, the rising of heat in his body, both caused by the flirtations and... something else. His dick itched as it throbbed in his pants. Wanting to get out, that thickness layered over thickness, knowing the next place it could call home.

But there was a strange teasing on it, a sensation in place, sometimes flicking alive, soft and with love, that caused him to want to investigate. He'd sent down a pair of claws to scratch at the space, indeed feeling something there, either fabric densely clumped—or something else.

Pulling out his pants and underwear to gaze inside, however, currently wasn't an option.

"So that's a no on you and Twilight then?"

Why the fixation on that? Spike couldn't help but shift in his seat, needing to move, flick his dick around. That pressure of pleasure was inching down his mast and he couldn't suppress all that minuscule power had on him. Had it been a heated portion of his underwear now clinging down his shape? That didn't make much sense. "Just good friends. Or normal friends. Not too sure with her anymore."

"How about the rest of the girls?"

"Not much there to speak about." Spike's eyes kept at a squint in trying to figure this girl out. She, of course, was trying to figure him out. It wasn't often that date took a personal interest in him. Usually they lost interest when it came to that. "Tried to get with Rarity for the longest while. You can thank that period for how I dress now—for better or worse."

Berry sat on the other side of the wooden table, coming to prop her elbow on it, her cheek resting into the waiting hand. Her other swirled on the rim of her drink. Fingers slender as to be a tease into themselves. It raced his heart, every time, to be this close with a girl.

No matter the experience gained. "You don't pick from your own style?"

He shrugged and looked away and sighed on top of it. "Kinda lacking in that way. Just whatever she advised me." His digit was raised into the air and danced to the rockiness of his voice. "Half of attraction is fashion! Those less attractive need even more fashion!”

Berry giggled as her finger stopped on the cup. "Sounds like her. She did an outfit for me that left... a lot revealing on my figure. Sure knows how to read into an order that one." Her chin lifted as she looked down at the dragon. "But must have got your essence wrong if she's having you wear all those clothes."

Spike shook his head with a chuckle, leaning into his seat, his body sliding off the chair. The terrible posture allowed more room for his erection to exist. It still hurt pleasantly. That tingle felt less compressed into his cock. "This outfit is my mistake. Figured I'd try... dressing for a look I would have liked as a kid."

She blinked in studying his figure again. "And what look was that, exactly?"

"The wandering hero."

The following laughter wasn't meant to be mocking. The dragon knew that to a degree, but still, to a degree, it pained him. His head lowered and his smile raised. Whatever it was to sell the illusion of himself. Keep to the books, the right looks to the proper words—then let the body do the rest.

And always he was hurt in doing a little bit more than that.

"Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to laugh like that! Just... don't see many keeping like a kid like that anymore." Berry slowed from her laughter into the heaviness of breathing. Her chest wobbled from every exhale. Velvet mounds, glossed in cream, delicious enough as to be licked off. "It's sweet in a way. But don't be mistaken. It loses you some sex appeal."

"Does it?"

"But the bearded scales on your jaw helps make up for."

Spike kept that hopeless smile as his eyes fell into the valley of her cleavage. Mounds barely cupped by a dense and black tank top. Each ball is supplemented in texture due to the fabric. Their shape, beyond pronounced, able to be jiggled easily.

And they were so consistent.

My shallowness is, as always, saved by my looks.

"Like what you're seeing Spikey?"

It was like a consolation prize for feeling shitty as he started into her top. It laid facing him as she had leaned forward a bit. How they hung out, no crime or punishment for staring at them. Already his dick was throbbing. Now, though, it was teased to the confirmation of why he was here.

"I think I am."

Berry smiled as she leaned back in her seat. Her chest bunched from the pressure as their tops filled out from the outfit. She rested her chin on them, sinking a smidge, a tease for him to come at her. "Your eyes tell me that. But I want to be sure.”

Spike hadn't known what that meant, that was, until something lifted from the ground. Berry's foot snaked from underneath the table and onto his chair, a prod at his cock with a foot covered by a sock. Berry's head jumped at once in feeling him.

"W-Woah! You're that ease of a trigger? Little tease and you're rock hard?" Berry's tone wasn't offended as her foot kept going. Her toe poked at this base of his underside, she amazed at following its curve, requiring the full moving of her leg to follow. Then she went up.... and up and up. "Celestia herself! They weren't kidding! You dragons really do pack a punch—don't ya?"

Spike cocked his head with closed eyes and a forced smile. "S-Something like that."

Actually, compared to most dragons, I've got nothing.

"I wasn't expecting to get you so hard like this." Berry pulled away her foot, though it was done in jerks, a part of her not wanting to lose the sensation of him. The feeling of that slender hunk in the other chair. Throbbing hard with something she would really like to have inside of her. "Kinda don't want to let it go to waste either. You must be able to go at it quickly, aren't you?"

"That... feels like a trick question."

"I assure you've got nothing to fear from me." Berry smiled in jumping from the table to the kitchen counter, leaning on and up on it, looking out through the window there. With a nod, she pulled the blinds, shaking her derriere. "We've got the day to waste too. So what do you say?"

Berry looked back in time to see the dragon looking down, right at her ass, which was hugged by the yoga pants. She smiled and flexed. Slapping a hand onto a cheek, she winked, feeling it sink. "We go upstairs and you can hit this any way you like."

She licked her lips. "So long, of course, I get whatever taste I want from you."

Spike knew he was in no position to disagree as the girl strolled right up to him, clasping his claw into her hand—urging him to stand. He did so and she smiled. Lowering that claw back to her rump as she let him feel the curve of her mound. How bubbly the cheek was, the perfect layer of fat expanded from it.

"Go ahead and give it a little squeeze."

Spike looked down and swallowed and compiled. He kneaded the cheek, feeling how easily it squished into his palm, filling out through his digits. The pants added a nice layer to the firm feeling of the tush. Few more squeezes to get a sense for the booty he was about to defeat.

"Damn you're throbbing down there!"

The voice took him out from his concentration. In looking down, he saw his dick in his pants, fully pronounced, shooting forward as his tip sunk into her cheek. Berry looked over her shoulder at him with a knowing look. Playful amusement with the desire to get on with it.

And he walked to her bedroom to get precisely that.