AKA - Spike Gets a Pony Ride
“Uhhh… Hello? Is anybody here?”
Spike seemed a little confused as he stood outside the main barn of Sweet Apple Acres. Even though it was close to sunset, the drake didn’t see any lights coming through the windows of the modest farmhouse. Spike wanted to assume that everypony was just out running errands, but that didn’t explain the still silence that lingered all around. Sure, Spike could hear the cows and pigs in the distance, but he saw no signs of any of the farmhooves that ran the property.
He glanced back down at the envelope in his claw, which arrived at his home in Canterlot Castle last week. He was given an odd invitation to show up at Sweet Apple Acres, which was only meant for himself alone. But even as he checked the watch in his satchel, indicating that he arrived at the correct time listed in the invitation, Spike had no idea why he was still all by himself. And as the seconds passed, Spike became increasingly worried that he had fallen victim to some lame trap, if not something worse.
“Mrrrffff… Nnnnnghhhh…”
“Hmm?” The sound of muffled groans caught Spike’s attention, and he turned his attention towards the main barn away from the farmhouse. Even though no lights were on, Spike could’ve sworn he heard somepony’s voice through the walls. He assumed that the barn was locked shut, and didn’t attempt to open them after finding the main house locked-up; but much to his surprise, Spike was able to open the barn’s front doors without any issue. And as he stepped inside, his curiosity grew when he heard those muffled moans more clearly.
“Mmmmph!! Nnnnnfffff…”
Spike narrowed his eyes, but wasn’t able to see much inside the barn with the lights off. Despite how many windows were hanging above, they didn’t provide much illumination this close to dusk. Because of that, heavy black shadows hung within all the walls of the barn, and left a black void all across the floors before Spike’s feet. Fortunately, there was also a light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a pull-string, which was just low enough for Spike to reach with the aid of his wings.
‘Click!’
“GAAAHHH!!!” Spike’s wings nearly froze up as he reeled back from what was revealed under the light. Much to the dragon’s shock, it turned out that he wasn’t left alone on the farm that evening. But while the outside of Sweet Apple Acres remained surprisingly still, it seemed that Big Macintosh had the barn all to himself that night. Or perhaps -- as judged by the expertly-done rope-bondage that had him tied down, with his limbs all extended across the floor -- it would’ve been more accurate to say the barn had Big Mac instead.
“Murrrrrphhh!!~” Big Macintosh couldn’t exactly say or do much, as his head was covered with a tightly-bound leather pup-hood; even though there were holes in the nostrils and mouthpiece to allow him to breathe, it was difficult for Mac to say much through the thick metal zippers where his lips should’ve been. All four of his legs were tightly restrained in nylon cuffs, which were connected to sturdy ropes that tied them against the barn’s support beams. Spike was taken aback as he gawked at the sight, which actually had Mac hanging a couple feet off the ground. He had no idea what was going on, but he could tell that his friend didn’t get latched in all that bondage by himself. Because of that, his cheeks were already starting to blush as he slowly glanced down at Mac’s bound form.
“MMMMFFFFF!!~”
Big Mac couldn’t see anything since the mask had no eye-holes, completely encasing him sensually within his hanging bondage. However, even with his sense of hearing limited, he could catch enough of Spike’s presence to start writhing badly in his restraints. Spike was worried about his friend’s state at first, since he wasn’t a hundred percent sure whether this was something intended to occur. However, the dragon was quick to notice a small piece of paper taped to Big Mac’s stomach, just above his thick-looking sheath.
Spike bit his bottom lip tightly as he awkwardly leaned in, and tried to snatch the paper with his claw. Unfortunately, Big Mac heard enough of the dragon’s scuffling feet to groan out deeper through his pup-hood. “MMMPHHH!!” Despite his bondage, Big Mac tried to squirm in his ropes by thrusting his hips upward. Spike’s face was already fairly close to the pony’s crotch when he tried to flutter in carefully by his wings; but with that first enthusiastic thrust, Mac’s plump sheathe not only rubbed up against the dragon’s snout, but managed to leave a small smear of the musky sweat that was lingering against his flesh.
“Nnnnghhh!!” Spike reeled back with the note in his claw, but groaned with his other claw tightly over his face. He tried to grimace while wiping the sweat off his nose, even though the heady scent still hit his tastebuds with the slightest breath he took. The little dragon shuddered a bit, and swallowed some excess saliva that built up in his mouth. After clearing his throat, Spike gave a cautious glance back down at the pony to make sure he was okay. “Uhhh… M-Mac? Are you--”
“NNNNNFFFFFF!!!~” The very moment Spike’s voice was made audible through the mask, Big Mac let out an even deeper moan in response. Even in his precarious and exposing pose, the stallion didn’t seem too distressed while hanging from the straps. In fact, as soon as he realized it was Spike who entered the barn, Mac’s moan was accompanied with a strong writhing motion of his hips. The dragon tried not to stare too directly at that response, since it gave him a clear view of the pony’s flaccid sheath. However, he could only assume that Mac was trying to motion to his note, before he went to read the parchment clutched in his claws:
Hello, Spike!
Just so you know, YES! This gift is for you, big guy~
Mac and I loved our honeymoon to Las Pegasus, and we have you to thank for that. And since the Apple Family is such close friends with Zecora, I managed to get some ‘potions’ to make this night more fun for you two~
Big Mac is able to go multiple times without breaks, and he wants YOU to sate him of the heat-potion he consumed. Try to get him off 3 times in a row, No Limits! Do whatever you want~ ;)
Sincerely, Sugar Belle
P.S. - Please don’t mind the video camera by the window. Consider it my “personal payment” for private use.
“Heh~” Spike huffed with a sly smirk that spread across his face. Even though he had only been living back at Canterlot for a few months, it honestly felt way longer since he had to move from Ponyville. Not only did he have to leave a town full of amazing ponies behind, but he was also forced to “retire” his services as a faculty member of the School of Friendship. And with that, a good portion of Ponyville’s adults were dismayed about the loss of Spike’s ‘Pleasing Your Stallion 101’ courses, which were popular enough to make a semester’s worth of classes.
Of course, considering which lucky couple had the privilege of volunteering themselves for Spike’s claws-on approach to teaching, he wasn’t too surprised to see them make such arrangements for more.
“Well then~” Spike looked around the interior of the barn curiously, soon taking notice of the video camera that was recording from an open window. Spike didn’t seem too bothered by the sight of that recording device, and returned his attention down to the bound stallion hanging before him. Big Mac was still letting out muffled groans with every exhale he made; but instead of straining in his ropes to tire himself out, the stallion was hanging more lax for the dragon to marvel at. Because of Mac’s more… cavalier presence in bondage, Spike was content enough to put down his bag and get some supplies.
“You know, I gotta admit,” noted Spike loudly enough for Mac to hear through his thick mask, “I knew that you were good with ropes, but this is still some expert knot-work you have here! Seriously, even the Royal Guards have problems when it comes to tying me up. But your work is something I’d expect from a Diamond Dog or something~”
Spike couldn’t see the bashful blush that tried to shine through Mac’s mask, but the stallion still averted his muzzle away from the dragon while chuckling a little. As the pony tried to squirm his hind-legs, Spike narrowed his eyes on the sight of that twitching sheath. Even when still flaccid, Spike couldn’t help licking his lips from the sight of that thick, leathery flesh protruding from his red fur. Not to mention, considering how much condensation was drenched across Mac’s form, leaving his fur notably matted in thick remnants of sweat, Spike didn’t need to take a sniff to know that he had been out on the fields all day…
Although, that didn’t stop Spike from doing just that anyway. “Hhhhhfffffffff…”
After reading the letter of consent left on Mac’s body, Spike wasn’t afraid to rest his claws on the stallion’s thighs, and lean in to get a good whiff on that unwashed sheath. Big Mac shuddered strongly when he felt the dragon’s weight against his waist, and felt the cool air traveling from under his balls. Meanwhile, Spike had his eyes closed as he inhaled that musk directly from Mac’s crotch, his mouth opening to let out a deep and drooling moan. Even though the video camera was aimed right at the two to record Spike’s debaucherous act, the dragon only replied by shooting a smirk back at the lens with a teasing wink.
“I don’t know when you’re watching this tape, Sugar Belle,” pointed out Spike towards the camera’s audio feed, “but I just wanna thank you personally for helping set this up~”
His gaze then went back down to Big Mac’s sheath, which was directly under him while he leaned against the stallion’s legs. He let out a deep and satisfied murr as he watched Big Mac’s hips squirming under his claws, as well as the thick head of his cock beginning to protrude from his sheath. However, before Mac could even get erect beneath the slutty dragon, Spike took advantage of the stallion’s restraints as he went in tongue-first. “Aaaahhhh!!~”
“MMMMPHHHHH!!~” Big Mac had no idea how to respond to the sudden wet, squirming warmth he felt against his exposed sheath; but in less than a second, the stallion’s hips lurched upward as he moaned out deeply through his hood. Spike got himself closer to the stallion’s hanging crotch, and was lucky to see that he was at perfect face-level with Mac’s ass while standing. And along with that, Spike was also able to open his slutty maw wide, and sink the girth of Mac’s cockhead right between his lips.
Big Mac’s eyes rolled back with a hungry groan through the hole of his mask, and his body locked up hard in its tight restraints. His cock was purposely left flaccid with ice before Sugar Belle left him alone in the barn, just to ensure that Spike was the one to get him hard. Even though the sensation of such a long and thin tongue felt almost alien, especially since his cock when it was still soft, the exotic appendage certainly made a big enough impact to leave Mac reeling lustfully. With every heated moan that belted out through his pup-hood, Big Mac’s cockhead twitched excitedly inside of the dragon’s soft and drooling mouth.
“Mmmph?~” Spike’s eyes were half-lidded while going in hard for the camera, making sure to worship Mac’s unwashed cock like a proper slut should. His snout and muzzle were already slathered with remnants of his saliva, as his reptilian tongue worked overtime to lick across every inch of Mac’s meaty sheath. His nostrils were continuously flaring out, purposely taking heavy breaths of the thick musk that was practically painted on the stallion. Each time his tongue slid across one of the many, many crevices that circled Mac’s sheathe, Spike’s tastebuds ignited from the strong, heavy flavor that left his mouth watering hungrily. But even with how tantalizing that musk may have tasted, Spike could also feel the pony’s cockhead beginning to swell inside of his mouth. And because of that, the slutty drake shivered with a deeper blush, and closed his eyes to better focus on that region. “Mmmnnnnnnnnnn…”
Spike may have been a little guy in a physical sense, but he tried his best to put his lack of a gag-reflex to its advantage while Mac was still soft. Since he knew there would be no way to take the entirety of Big Mac’s cock when it’s rock-hard, Spike tried his best to keep his throat relaxed while sucking on that semi-flaccid head. Mac could be heard continuing to moan through his mask, and the throbs in his soft-ish member were growing more intense each time it pulsated inside of Spike’s mouth. Soon enough, the dragon had to close his eyes in anticipation as he felt that plump, stiffening head pushing its way further towards the back of his throat.
For most guys who carried a size as petite as Spike’s, they likely would’ve pulled away from a cock as thick or daunting as Big Mac’s. But while that burly stallion continued to moan in his tight bondage, the tenacious dragon merely closed his eyes so he could better focus on relaxing his throat. By the time that plump cockhead was reaching the back of his gullet, he had already taken a deep enough breath to handle the prompt cutoff of airflow that came with Mac’s waiting cock. The taste of the stallion’s unwashed sweat nearly burned Spike’s tongue, as his tastebuds were caught ablaze from the onslaught of musk that was reeking of pure, unladen testosterone. The heady flavor made his muzzle scrunch up, and he shivered with every deep breath he was able to take; but at the same time, the dragon’s eyes could be seen rolling back while fluttering half-lidded in guilty bliss. “Mmmmmfffffff~”
By the time Mac’s cockhead swelled up in the dragon’s throat, Spike was already wrapping his lips tightly around the thick girth of the stallion’s growing shaft. His lips quivered with trickles of drool seeping from the corners, not that the slut seemed to mind while savoring the ripe flavor that emerged from Mac’s sheath. As the stallion continued to moan out hoarsely through his hood, Spike had his eyes sensually closed while keeping his face right up against the pony’s crotch. Because of that, the thick bulge from Mac’s head could be seen traveling down the underside of Spike’s hungry throat.
“NNNNFFFFFF!!~” Considering how plump and bulbous Mac’s cockhead was, which made his meaty shaft look more like a mushroom than the thirteen inch monster it was, it was surprising that the massive endowment was able to clog up Spike’s throat so efficiently. Even with how skilled Spike may have been with cocks in the past, it was almost like he performed a magic trick to make the entirety of Big Mac’s cock disappear down his gullet. Of course, if somepony were to sneak a peek into that barn (or just watch the footage being recorded of them), they would’ve likely taken notice of the sizable bulge that was protruding from the top of Spike’s pudgy gut. But with the slut himself too preoccupied while stuffed to the brim, and Big Mac too restrained to see that belly-bulge himself, Spike’s focus was undeterred as he sucked around the base of that cock tenaciously.
Big Mac’s hind-legs tensed up against the ropes, and his hips tried to reel upward while Spike was practically latched to his crotch. The slutty dragon didn’t let up while nearly half of his body was wrapped around so much cock; but as he continued to taste every inch of that thick member filling his hungry maw, Spike could feel Mac’s shaft throbbing particularly hard between his lips. Without even thinking, the dragon’s claws went down to instinctively grasp the heavy, low-hanging balls that were dangling from between Mac’s legs. The dragon made sure to caress those balls as delicately as he could, even while his face was tightly buried in the stallion’s musky crotch; but just like the strong pulsations that continued to intensify in his throat, Spike shuddered to himself when he felt Mac’s balls churning antsily in his digits.
“Nnnnghh!!~” Spike had no idea how far Big Mac and Sugar Belle went with their lewd plans, but he recalled what was written in that note left for him. Even though he usually liked to take his time when it came to servicing his stallions, Spike wasn’t too worried about shooting Mac’s first load too soon. After all, if the stallion was meant to orgasm three times in a row, the slut knew he had his work in for him overall. And given how badly his throat was contracting around the girth of Mac’s shaft, Spike knew that time was of the essence if he wanted to continue on with the next two climaxes.
“HRRRRRNGGG!!~” Mac tried his hardest to lunge upward in his bondage, not expecting to feel the pressure around cock and balls intensifying at the same time. As Spike burrowed his head in to shove that cockhead further down his throat, his claws eagerly began to knead and caress the underside of Mac’s low-hanging balls. That added titillation made his cock throb harder inside of Spike’s mouth, which made the tight confines of that throat much more alluring with every pulsation. Spike’s toes curled up while he was hanging mouth-first from Mac’s crotch, his elated moans promptly silenced when that rigid stallionhood swelled out to full-mast inside of him.
Due to how long Big Macintosh’s cock was, combined with the short stature of the slutty dragon deep-throating it, it didn’t take long before Spike’s feet lifted up from the floor. While Mac remained hanging lewdly in his rope-bondage, Spike’s eyes shot wide-open when he felt himself being skewered around the towering erection lodged in his throat. The little dragon was literally sticking up with his mouth around Mac’s throbbing cock, and was left upside down to show off the bulge of that cockhead throbbing hard through his belly-scales. Even though a couple of muffled whimpers could be heard from the slut’s cock-stuffed mouth, his dainty little pink member was spasming hard and spurting out little strings of precum between his pudgy legs. But even with the dragon’s predicament, his mouth was still useful enough to set Mac over the edge.
“MMMFFFFF! MMMMMFFFFFF!! MMMMNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!~”
Mac’s hips freely pumped up and down, which caused Spike to dangle from his cock like a scaley flag that refused to leave that throbbing pole. The stallion moaned out wholeheartedly through his mask, while his heavy load immediately shot directly inside of Spike’s stomach. The dragon convulsed wildly with his eyes rolled-back, and the pudge in his belly swole out an absurd degree from the weight of Big Mac’s cum. Even though the dragon was overwhelmed by the sheer onslaught of cum that flooded his insides, his little cock instantly twitched hard as he came intensely atop Mac’s cock. The little dragon may have been skewered and bloated by the magnitude of Mac’s cock, but his near-invincible anatomy ensured that he felt the most titillating of pleasures all throughout.
“Mmmmmmmm… Nnnnnnnnfffffff~”
By the time Big Mac was finally able to relax in his restraints, and let out a weak-sounding whimper following his climax, his head slumped back while he remained hanging with a cum-inflated dragon on his cock. After a brief moment of silence, Spike’s eyes clenched shut as he tried to wriggle himself off that massive stallionhood. By the time he was finally able to pull so much cockmeat from his aching throat, which elicited a lot of gurgled sputters as cumshots spat onto the floor, Spike needed a moment as he collapsed beside Mac’s rope bondage and gasped for air. Meanwhile, Big Mac’s daunting cock still stood rigidly while twitching erect, with every inch of its length slathered in a thick coat of saliva.
“Wow, I… I’m not gonna lie, that’s something I can safely say I never experienced before~” Despite how overwhelmed and frazzled Spike may have looked, he was quick to get back on his feet after wiping the cum on his chin. “Whoo! I may have ridden some good cocks, but I never took one like that in the mouth~”
Spike chuckled to himself with a satisfied smirk, and scratched the back of his neck to quell his slight bewilderment. Meanwhile, Big Mac was clearly too winded from his orgasm to really listen, and merely nodded his head with a muffled moan. Spike took a moment after their shared climax to marvel at the sight of Big Mac, who continued to hang in wait with his cock still rock-hard. Even after the stallion shot enough cum in Spike’s stomach to make him look pregnant, his thick cock was still throbbing hard enough to show most of the veins that went up and down his shaft; and with how plump Mac’s cockhead was looking, Spike couldn’t help shivering with a shake of his head. “Jeeze, how the heck did I hold that one in?~”
The dragon let out another brief giggle, and then went back to his bag to retrieve some of his equipment. Along with his duties as Royal Advisor for Princess Twilight Sparkle, Spike always made sure to pack various items for when he had to service guys outside the castle. He may have not been expecting this kind of rendezvous with Big Mac, but he was still smart enough to have a stick of bright purple lip-gloss on the ready. He also happened to have a pack of black markers, a bottle of lubricant, and a collapsible handle that folded out to reveal a… strangely appropriate tool for their setting.
“Heh~” Spike was standing over the half-conscious stallion with a more determined smirk on his face. In his dominant claw, the dragon was holding the handle of a slick, faux-leather riding crop. With even the briefest swish of the crop, its thin design caused it to cut through the hair with a sharp hiss. Big Mac’s hearing may have been limited, but he froze up rather quick when he heard Spike whipping that crop around.
‘SNAP!!!’
With a hard crack against the ground, Spike’s crop silenced the pony from making any further moans in his mask. The slut narrowed his eyes on Mac with a curious grin, and lifted his crop up as he began to speak. “Okay, so… I know from your wife’s letter that she said ‘No Limits’. And believe me, I’m totally down for that if you are…”
Spike walked up a little closer towards Big Mac’s backside, which was hanging at the dragon’s face level while suspended by the ropes. Because of that, Spike was able to hunch down underneath the stallion, and get himself beneath Mac’s tail as it draped down to the floor. Mac had no idea what Spike was planning, nor what the source of that whipping noise could’ve been; however, the stallion could feel Spike’s hot breath lingering around his rump, which caused him to sense up greatly in his bondage. Of course, just like Mac’s flickering tail, it was obvious that he was wanting it as he gave a couple sharp throbs from his untouched cock.
“MMPHH!!” Mac shuddered when he felt the cold leather tab of Spike’s crop, which pressed up carefully against one of his toned cheeks. Meanwhile, Spike was perched on his knees right below the stallion, and was staring straight up with a lick of his lips. Big Mac’s plump, puckering tailhole was completely exposed while his hind-legs were spread apart, and his tail was conveniently hanging out of the way. Much like the stallion’s balls, which were hanging temptingly in front of Spike’s face, Big Mac’s hole was glistening with a generous amount of thick, musky sweat that was beading across the wrinkled flesh. Spike’s tongue stuck out while smirking up at that welcoming view; but instead of just lunging in to chow down, Spike kept the head of his crop tightly pressed against Mac’s cheek.
“You feel that, big guy?~” he asked with a confident, almost gloating tone of voice. “That’s my riding crop, Big Mac… And if you’re alright with me testing this out, I’ll let you feel my tongue too~”
Big Macintosh reeled in his bondage with a deep, muffled moan that lingered through his pup-hood. Spike grinned wickedly wide to such a response, and pulled his crop away from the stallion’s quivering rump. “How about I give you a little sample first~”
‘SMACK!!!’
“MMMMMFFFFFFF!!!” The stallion howled out through his mask while reeling from the sharp, intense sting that followed Spike’s demonstration of the crop. He only gave a single hard smack against Mac’s right cheek, but was still able to leave a sizable red welt which stood out against his matching fur. Fortunately for the pony, that painful strike was immediately followed by the warm, pleasing caress of Spike’s tongue as it gave a hard drag right across his tailhole. Mac may have still been squirming in discomfort from the crop’s unexpected lick, but that wasn’t enough to keep him from letting out a muffled groan beneath the rimming dragon. “Nnnnnnghhhh… Mmmph!~”
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh…” Spike moaned out weakly while his eyes closed shut, and he opened his mouth wide to give Mac’s hole another good lick. His reptilian appendage coiled around the stallion’s plump pucker, and he shuddered from how ripe the stallion’s musk tasted. He pressed his lips up against Mac’s hole, and moaned out even deeper after flaring out his nostrils. Spike may have just came a few minutes ago, but his little cock was quick to spring back to life while he made out with Big Mac’s backdoor.
‘SMACK!!!’
“MMMPHHH!!~” Big Mac jolted in his restraints after that secondary spank, which he was barely able to anticipate while shivering from the dragon’s flickering tongue. Spike may have still been holding onto that crop tightly, but his rimming became more ravenous as he dove his face even deeper between Mac’s cheeks. Remnants of the farmer’s musky sweat clung to Spike’s face, smearing his scales to leave them matted in a cloudy sheen. But even with how overwhelmingly heady the musk must have tasted, Spike continued to moan out between deep, rapturous breaths. His tongue slathered all over the pony’s puckering hole, which was convulsing tightly each time he made use of that crop.
‘SMACK!!!’
“NNNNGHHHH!!!~”
‘SMACK!!!’
“HRRRRRRRGHHHH!!!~
‘SMACK!!!’
“NNNNNNFFFFFF!!!~” Big Macintosh was absolutely reeling against the strength of his ropes, but he wasn’t able to break himself free from the titillating combo of pain and pleasure he was being given. Spike was full-blown making out with the stallion’s hole like it was his lover, but continued to swing around his crop to assault Mac’s muscular cheeks. After a heated barrage of strikes against both flanks, Big Mac’s ass was practically glowing from the sharp welts that stood out against his sweat-matted fur. Spike could only imagine how painfully Mac was handling that crop; of course, it was doubtful the dragon was really paying much focus to that while slathering his tongue over such a tight opening. Fortunately, even after littering the stallion’s backside with over a dozen harsh-looking crop welts, Spike still heard the muffled moans stemming through that hood while devouring his hole rabidly.
“Mmmmphhhh!!~” Spike’s wet lips were repeatedly smacking against the crook of Mac’s ass, and drool was dripping from the corners of his chin. After tossing his riding crop aside, Spike used both claws to grab hold of the pony’s cheeks and resume his rimming for another moment longer. Mac was still moaning out hard in his restraints, with a couple thick strands of precum shooting out to splatter over his chest. Meanwhile, Spike was just as riled-up as his stallion bitch by the time he pulled his face away, and wiped some of the remnants of sweat and drool from his cheeks. “Mmmmm… It’s always nice to tell when a guy’s been hard at work outside~”
Big Mac was quivering in his bondage, and could only let out a weak-sounding groan while processing the conflicting sensations from his backside. But even with the welts on his ass stinging like Tartarus, the stallion’s cock was still standing rigidly and twitching in need. Spike huffed with a pleased-looking smirk, clearly happy to see the globs of pre that were clinging to his fur. But instead of just hopping up on Mac for a ‘pony-ride,’ the slutty dragon took his time while applying the purple gloss over his lips.
“Mmmmmm... Theeerrrrrreeee we go~” Spike gave a sly smack of his lips, and grinned at his expertly-applied gloss when he checked his compact mirror. However, it didn’t take long for the dragon to glance back at his hanging bitch, who was continuing to moan out needily through his pup-hood. Spike shuddered from the sight of that meaty cock, clearly wanting to conquer it like he had already done with his mouth. But as soon as he managed to crawl up on top of Mac’s torso, with the pony’s body still hanging securely in his ropes, Spike’s grin became more devious while keeping his lip gloss uncapped. “Heh~ Let’s make you look pretty…”
Big Macintosh shuddered hard below his dominant slut, but could only remain in place while feeling something cold gliding against his stomach. Spike may have been erect and eager to get another filling, but he couldn’t keep himself from giggling naughtily during his little painting session. Right across the stallion’s fur, Spike quickly wrote the words ‘SPIKE’S SLUT’ in bold, glittery purple letters. He also made sure to add across Mac’s toned chest, ‘I LOVE COCK,’ which included cute little hearts where the O’s should’ve been. Even though the dragon would’ve preferred to use his markers for this sort of fun, he knew that he had plenty of time for that after relieving Mac a second time. “Alright, I think we’re good to start…”
Spike stood up atop Mac’s stomach, but was thankfully light enough to keep from causing any major discomfort. Of course, the stallion still squirmed and writhed while breathing heavily through his mask. After uncapping the bottle of lubricant he brought with him, Spike grinned excitedly as he poured a generous amount of the clear substance over Big Mac’s cockhead. And with the aid of his eager claws, Spike was soon rubbing down every inch of that meaty cock to give it a thick, glossy glaze that shimmered under the barn’s lighting.
“Nnnnffffff... Goddess I love this cock~” Spike couldn’t help himself, and wrapped his lips around the tip of Mac’s crowned head. His claws continued to rub down the shaft diligently, causing him to feel the pulsations that came with every heated throb. Spike moaned out while continuing to make out with the cockhead, still able to taste his musk through all that flavorless lubricant he applied. He even dug the tip of his forked tongue right inside the tight opening of Mac’s tip, which caused the pony to twitch extremely hard and test the limits of his ropes.
“NNNNNNGHHHH!!!~” Despite the lack of any limits (or objections on Mac’s part), the stallion was thrown into an especially intense bout of titillation due to Spike’s tongue-lashing. Due to how thin and fidgety that reptilian appendage was trying to burrow inside of Big Mac’s cock, every flick against his sensitive flesh was leaving his nerves tingling on end. Spike was moaning out between thrusts of his tongue, and used one of his claws to tentatively stroke Mac’s throbbing shaft; meanwhile, the dragon’s other claw went back beneath his tail, which allowed him to better tease himself by digging his lubed digits into his hungry hole.
“Mmmmphhh!!~” Spike’s eyes rolled back, absolutely loving the combination of self-stimulation and tasting Mac’s precum in his mouth. Even though he was clearly wanting something more substantial inside of him, the dragon still shivered elatedly while stretching his hole out with his claw. The pointed digits carefully pulled and tugged at his scaly hole, slathering that lubricant all around to make him ready for use. Because of his years of experience, Spike didn’t need too much time for preparation; so by the time he finally slipped his digits away, and his tailhole was all lubed-up and sporting a small gape, he finally pulled his mouth away from Mac’s cockhead with a wet pop.
“Ohhhhhhhh man~” Spike couldn’t take it anymore, and shot up into the air with his wings fluttering against his back. As he hovered in the air above his bound stallion, the dragon eagerly lowered himself directly on top of Big Mac’s cockhead. His little cock was twitching hard while standing untouched, and he nearly shot his load the moment he pressed his hole up against Mac’s crowned tip. “AAAAHHHH!!~”
As soon as he had his weight properly adjusted atop Mac’s cock, Spike stopped batting his wings so hard so he could be able to use gravity to his advantage. His eyes clenched tightly shut, as did his fangs as he grimaced from the first bout of stretching. Even with the multitude of cocks he handled as a professional slut, Spike still belted out a sharp groan as his hole stretched out wider than expected. The sheer width of Mac’s cockhead was more than enough to make Spike tense up atop his member; but despite how badly his toes curled up, the slutty dragon continued his descent as he stopped flapping his wings, and groaned intensely from his weight doing the hard work. “NNNNNGHHHH!!!~”
Spike and Big Mac were moaning out in unison, as the dragon’s hole swallowed up that cock with surprising ease. Despite how massive and girthy Mac’s cock may have been, Spike’s strained groans only came from that first initial stretching. As soon as that thick head made penetration with a wet pop, Spike’s head reeled back with an elated cry of pleasure. His wings were frozen in place and stiff in arousal, which caused his body weight to push him down the lubed shaft without much issue. His moaning became uncontrollable, as the little dragon soon found himself to be even more stuffed with cock than he was previously.
Spike was already carrying a hefty bulge from the obscene amount of cum sloshing around in his belly; but as soon as the cockhead sunk into his deepest depths, Spike wailed out lustfully while the shape of Mac’s cockhead protruded through his chest. Since the dragon was practically elastic, the gargantuan stretch only elicited a heartier cry as he found himself skewered once more. Meanwhile, Big Macintosh was groaning out as hard as he could through his pup-hood, clearly feeling every hard twitch of Spike’s hole clenching around his length.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!~” Spike may have been intent on satisfying the stallion before himself, but his member still throbbed needily while dangling untouched between his legs. Even though he was trying to keep himself balanced atop Mac’s cock, the slut couldn’t resist bringing a claw down to vigorously jerk himself off. With every hungry moan he belted out, his hole was able to relax just enough to make him sink a few more inches down Mac’s shaft. That added pressure caused Mac to writhe even harder against the ropes, and his hips reeled upward while Spike was firmly wrapped around his cock.
“HURRRRRRGHHH!!~” Big Mac may have already came just a few minutes prior, but his legs were already starting to fidget as he felt how tightly Spike was clenching. The little dragon was moaning out like a mare in heat, and was purposely gripping the stallion’s cock while squirming on top of him. Since the pony couldn’t exactly do the work himself, Spike had to manage as best as he could while power-bottoming him without any assistance. His wings were too stiff to help pull him back up, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t move on top of that cock to help tantalize Mac like a professional.
“Mmmmmmfffffff~ Mac, you’re so thick…” Spike’s eyes rolled back while biting his bottom lip, savoring the intense sensation of being stuffed with the same cock from both ends back-to-back. Even though this wasn’t the first time he serviced the stallion below him, Spike still shuddered when he felt those familiar pulsations that reached up towards his literal heart. Big Mac was groaning deeply while throbbing inside the slut, which caused his heavy balls to try and pull themselves upward. And as his head swelled up inside of Spike’s torso once more, the dragon’s jerking motions grew more erratic as he came closer to cumming. “AAAHHHH!!~ K… K-Keep going, Mac! Nnnffff~ I… I know you can shoot another load in me!”
Big Mac knew that fact just as well as Spike did, and lurched his hips up with an especially strained moan. His balls may have been aching from the strain of orgasming so soon after the first, but the stallion was determined to give his dominant slut another filling. With every sharp buckle of his hips, Spike was reeling from even the slightest throb or twitch that burrowed deep inside of him. By the time Mac was finally able to prove Spike right, with his cockhead clearly seen bulging from the slut’s chest, the stallion could only let out another muffled whimper as he erupted once more.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!~” Spike’s back arched inward, and his body locked up tightly around Mac’s stiff cock. His belly was already bloated with cum, but his pudgy sides were quick to balloon out as even more of Big Mac’s load flooded his insides. That rigid stallionhood was fully swelled-out, and was pushing Spike to his literal limits as heavy ropes of cum filled him up. The stallion continued to whimper throughout his climactic ordeal, and barely noticed when a couple thick strings of Spike’s cum shot all over his chest.
“Haaaahhhhh… Haaahhhh…” Spike and Mac tried to settle down at the same time, even though both of them were still rock-hard from the titillating experience they shared. The camcorder was still going, with the red dot continuing to blink while pointed at the two. Spike may have been winded, but he made sure to shoot a cheeky smile to the window. “Well then,” he said to the camera after a brief exhale, causing Mac’s head to jolt back up attentively. “I don’t think I can get a third load in me right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with this bitch just yet~”
Using the last of his energy, Spike winced in discomfort as he buzzed his wings back to life. He let out a deep, lumbering groan as he pulled himself off of Mac’s cock without warning, causing the stallion to squirm badly underneath him. As soon as that thick head popped out of his hole, a huge torrent of cum flooded out to splatter messily across Mac’s waist, as well as all over the floor. Meanwhile, the slut himself moaned out hoarsely as he slumped belly-first atop Big Mac’s stomach with a wet splat; because of his positioning, the camera was able to get a prime view of the massive gape beneath Spike’s tail, which was still drooling out remnants of cum around the fist-sized hole.
“Mnnnnghhhhh…” Spike shivered elatedly, and had to grit his fangs while feeling the cold air brushing against his gaping hole. Mac wasn’t whimpering anymore, but he still shuddered from how badly his cock remained erect for its final blow. For a moment, it seemed like Spike was out for the count as he tiredly looked back at that daunting member with a half-lidded gaze. Fortunately for Mac’s sake (as well as his wife when she sees the recording), the dragon grew a sly grin that matched his confident expression. Big Mac may have not known what his Dom was planning, but he felt Spike’s weight readjusting atop his chest as he went to grab his final item.
“Now, let’s see…” Spike was smirking curiously while seated across from Big Mac’s massive cock, which was now slathered in a thick coating of cum and lubricant. But even with where it had just been, the dragon wasn’t afraid to lean in with a hungry moan and lap up a good portion of the milky white glaze. Mac squirmed hotly beneath Spike, with his cock twitching hard each time it felt that tongue gliding across his shaft. But instead of cleaning off every inch, Spike was content with lapping up enough to leave a clear space between the base and cockhead. And with a devilish little giggle, Spike uncapped the black marker in his claw so he could write ‘DRAGON SLAYER’ in bold letters up Mac’s shaft.
Big Mac whimpered in his restraints, but wasn’t able to stop the dragon as he continued to defile his body with lewd markings. After naming Mac’s cock with such an accurate title, the dragon hopped (or more appropriately, waddled) off of the stallion so he could claim other parts with the permanent marker. Over the stallion’s welted ass, Spike wrote the words ‘SPIKE’S PROPERTY’ in even larger letters across both muscular cheeks. Mac grimaced a little at first from the marker touching his still-sensitive wounds, but he was quick to start moaning again when he felt Spike’s hungry mouth caressing his balls. The pony’s low-hanging sac was indulgently tended to by the dragon’s tongue, with Spike spending a couple minutes tasting those plump orbs between deep breaths. Even though Mac’s balls were left coated in saliva by the time Spike was finished, it wasn’t enough to keep him from writing ‘THE HOARD’ across that heavy sack without issue.
“Hmph~” By the time he was finished claiming Mac’s backside with the marker, he took a couple waddling steps back to admire his work. However, even with how satisfied he looked from his handiwork, Spike’s grin widened as he narrowed his sights on the stallion’s thick cock. “You know… since I’m already marking it as my own…”
Spike didn’t finish his statement, which left Mac hanging in awkward silence for a moment or so. But before he could try to ascertain what was going to happen next, he heard a brief grunt before Spike pulled himself back on top of him. The little cum-bloated dragon had slight difficulty getting back on the hanging stallion’s torso, but was able to do so with the aid of his fluttering wings. Of course, as soon as Spike was back in a standing position on top of Mac’s stomach, he was grinning mischievously while pointing his erection right at the stallion’s.
Big Mac couldn’t hear the tiny grunt Spike made, or even the relieved sigh that followed soon after. But as soon as he felt the distinct sensation of something warm and wet hitting his cock, the acrid smell of piss caused his eyes to widen behind his mask. “HMPH?!?”
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh…” Spike closed his eyes contentedly, and leaned himself back while openly pissing on Big Macintosh’s cock. The stallion’s erection didn’t dissipate in the slightest while being used as the dragon’s urinal, and even twitched a couple times while Mac was left throbbing in guilty pleasure. Rivulets of Spike’s urine trickled down the sides of Mac’s legs, which caused his hanging ass to get drenched in piss as well. Despite how small Spike may have been, his bladder was obviously full enough to cover the entirety of Big Mac’s member before he was finished. By the time Spike was finally done peeing, every inch of that rigid cock was coated in a hew sheen of rich, salty piss from the head to the balls. After shivering to himself, Spike said to the camcorder with a smile, “Hope you don’t mind that one, Sugar Belle. You did say I had free reign, after all~”
Spike wasn’t sure how the mare would react to how he marked her husband’s cock; however, the muffled groans of pleasure stemming through Mac’s hood indicated that the stallion himself didn’t mind. Because of that, Spike was quick to resume his efforts as he got up close to that waiting cock. Even though the stallionhood was now reeking of piss (as well as the permanent ink from the marker), Spike didn’t mind the scent one bit as he clasped the shaft with both claws. Big Mac gasped hotly through his mask, but started to moan out as soon as he felt Spike’s mouth once more.
“Mmmmphhh!!~” Even while stuffed to the brim with hot stallion cum, Spike was still showing just as much pleasure from tasting Mac’s cockhead as he was when they began. While his claws tenaciously worked up and down Big Mac’s shaft to get him throbbing, his mouth was tightly clasped over the tip of his flaring head. His tongue plunged back through that little opening, which caused Mac to squirm and spasm against the ropes while groaning heavily. Thick spurts of precum spat out of the head without warning, landing across the dragon’s face in gooey globs. Spike didn’t even wipe those strands away from his scales, and continued to jerk the pony off while making out with the head.
“Aaaaahhhh!!” After several minutes of diligent stroking, Spike moaned as he pulled his mouth away from Mac’s cock; several lines of the dragon’s saliva, combined with the pony’s secretions, connected his face to the swelling head. But even when his tongue was freed from the tight confines of Mac’s urethra, his claws still jerked Big Mac’s length when he spoke between heated breaths. “Nnnnffff~ You… You feel like you reaaaalllllllly need to cum again, don’cha?~”
“Mmmphhh!!” Mac lurched his head forward and gave a firm nod with a moan. “Mmmhmm!!~”
“Well, I really want that too~” Spike glanced back at the pony’s hood while jerking him off, smirking wickedly wide for the camcorder. “Because considering how I marked your cock as my own, I don’t want to have it going to waste~”
Big Mac moaned out hard with a reeling motion in his bondage, not minding the dragon’s possessive talk regarding his penis. Meanwhile, Spike turned his sights back towards the cock in question, and leaned in to give the head a couple hearty licks. “Nnnnnnnnn… That’s right, you little bitch,” he growled with a hungry grin. “This is my cock now~”
Spike smiled when he felt another deep shudder beneath his feet, and heard the hearty groan that Mac tried to belt out through his hood. The dragon had to close his eyes and settle himself down with a breath, not wanting to get too greedy with his claimed prize. After a brief exhale, Spike made sure to add, “I mean, this is also Sugar Belle’s cock too, no doubt about that. But for right now, I think it’s clear that you’re cumming for me~”
Spike’s claws worked more rapidly on the stallion’s shaft, pumping his cock quickly enough to cause the head to flare out. Big Mac tensed up greatly in his bindings, but didn’t try to stop Spike from continuing his domineering words. In fact, the pony was already nodding his head before Spike continued in an eager tone. “As soon as you cum for me, I expect to have an equal share of this cock as your wife, understood? If I wanna suck it, you’re gonna let me. If I want you to mount me, you’ll do it the instant I lift my tail in front of you. Even if we’re out in public, you better be ready to let ponies know whose cock this is~”
Mac may have known how ridiculous Spike’s demands may have been, but it wasn’t like he could speak out against it while fully hooded. Not to mention, even with how controversial those measures may have been, the stallion knew that his wife would likely speak up if she had an issue with it. So instead of worrying about what he might have to do for this domineering dragon, Mac just relaxed and reeled his head back with a hungry moan. Meanwhile, Spike kept going as his cheeks blushed deeply, and more pre spurted from that pulsating head.
“Aaaaahhhhhh… Ooooohhhh, you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with this cock from now on, Mackie boy~ And believe me, I will take advantage of that. From now on, you’re gonna be my personal bitch when I need a good filling around Ponyville. Understood?~”
“MMHMMM!!~” Big Mac was too riled-up to even argue, and just groaned through his mask while feeling himself getting close for a third time.
“You ready, big boy~” Spike’s jeering tone was accompanied with an excited grin as he got up closer to his swelling head. He took a deep breath of the musk wafting from Mac’s cock, and shivered in anticipation. “Yeeeaaaahhhhhh… You’re gonna cum hard for me, Big Macintosh. And as soon as you do, you’re gonna show Sugar Belle your cock and let her know it’s mine~”
“HNNNGHHHH!!!~” As his body tensed up in the restraints, Big Mac wasn’t able to hold it in any longer. Before any feelings of regret or hesitation could pop into his head, the stallion’s hips thrusted up as he gave one final hurrah for his Dom’s approval. As soon as he felt himself about to reach his peak, Mac whimpered badly when he felt the dragon’s mouth slathering the tip of his head again. Even with how badly his balls and ass were aching, the dragon’s passionate makeout session with his cockhead was more than enough to throw Mac past the threshold. “NNNNNNFFFFFFFF!!!~”
After groaning out in pure rapture, the bound stallion was left whimpering intensely as he came powerfully for his cock’s new owner. Spike’s cheeks instantly puffed out from the sheer volume of cum that shot directly into his mouth, prompting him to pull his head back with a heavy gasp. As soon as Spike reeled back from the stallion’s head, he was hit with a disturbingly thick volley of jizz that rained down over his blushing face. The stallion was fidgeting hard and spasming against his ropes, unable to stop while his balls churned out every drop of seed that spat out between the dragon’s claws.
Big Mac’s whimpering moans continued for well over a minute, with his cock repeatedly pulsating to coat Spike’s scales with his well-earned seed. By the time Mac finally finished cumming, the entirety of his cock was coated with enough jizz to completely cover the labeling from Spike’s marker. Meanwhile, the dragon himself was standing shell-shocked atop Mac’s chest, and was covered in enough of the milky-white secretions to resemble a moving puddle of cum. Only his green eyes could be seen at first, as they blinked repeatedly through the heavy coating of splooge. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his reptilian tongue worked its magic as he gave a sudden tornado-like spin to lap off all that cum in an instant.
“Aaaaahhhhh…” Spike fell onto Mac’s stomach after that dizzying display, which left his mouth matted from the remnants of cum he just swallowed from his scales. His body was so stuffed with Big Mac’s loads, that his formerly pudgy physique was now as round as a pufferfish. Both he and Mac were completely exhausted while lying together in the barn, finally able to bask in the aftermath of their shared delights. And even while covered in cum and piss, Big Mac was able to smile to himself weakly following his exhausting session.
Meanwhile, just behind the barn Spike and Big Mac were in, a familiar pink mare was lying against the rear wall and panting heavily. Sugar Belle’s horn was only lit up for another moment or so, before her magic feed of the inside of the barn promptly cut off. After that, the unicorn leaned back with a heavy sigh, and all four of her hooves splayed out tiredly across the grass. Of course, her right hoof was coated in a thick sheen of something clear and syrupy, which matched the glaze that was covering her gaping pussy.
“Ho… H-Holy shit that was hot~” she muttered to herself blankly, not even caring about who her husband’s cock now partially belonged to. Instead, the horny mare succumbed to the same outcome as her husband and Spike, and eventually dozed off while the camcorder finished its recording.
The End
