“No worry, she got better; turns out she was half succubus.” Twilight quickly added while looking back at Dawn, knowing she regretted her past actions.

“Well, welcome to the family,” Applejack said, raising a hand out while looking towards the former nun, who just reached out, taking it with a nod, clearly not sure how to feel about the other woman but moved over, shaking it.

“Thanks, um, yeah, it’s been a heck of a year finding out what I am,” She gave Rainbow Dash another dirty look while The succubus rolled her eyes. “Though I don’t regret it. I feel so alive and not as hungry.”

“That’s the spirit; well, since you guys are here, maybe we can talk a bit about the wedding while Spike’s out at work; speaking of work, how's been the new book Rainbow Dash?”

“It’s been fine, though, Miss. Harshwhinnys riding my ass keeps going on about how I'm behind on my deadline; well, excuse me. I’m training a succubus and researching some material. Besides, art isn’t done in a day.” Rainbow Dash snickered. While she looked over at the suitcase, “Wonder what the old crone is doing?”

-000-

Spike thrust deeper within Harshwhinny as she moaned in utter ecstasy, her body covered in sweat as she screamed out his name. Her half-naked body pressed against the bed as she panted. Spike continued moving his hips back and forth. Tightening his grip, he felt the older woman moan hard as he could barely hold it back anymore; feeling his nuts tightening,

“Fuck! Going to cum, Harshwhinny!” Moaning out her name, she screamed in pleasure, her pussy tightening around his member as she pushed back against him.

“Fill me up, baby!” She moaned, reaching down from under her shirt and playing with her breasts as she pushed back on him even harder. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, making loud clapping noises.

“You want my hot jizz in you, well you better take it all,” Spike growled, clearly getting more into it as pushed his cock deep within his boss's pussy. Harshwhinny threw her head back, shuddering as she felt a powerful orgasm ripping through her. She moved back one last time before collapsing on the table. Spike’s thrust was as deep as possible. His cock pulsing feeling himself being milked by Harshwhinny’s pussy. Unable to fight back his want. He panted as he leaned down against her back. He freed his load into her as he gave her a nice juicy cream pie.

“So, was it good for you?” Spike muttered while giving the back of her ear a nipple.

“Hmmhmm, We have to do this more often; it feels so good.” She rubbed up against him. Her shirt wrinkled up. Then without warning, they heard the doorknob starts to turn. Harshwhinny’s eyes widened like dinner plates as she shot up in the air, causing Spike to fall back as she got on her chair. She quickly ran her hand down her shirt. Not wasting a second as she looked at Spike. “Get under the table now!”

Spike quickly went under the table as he hid under it. As Spike got a face full of his boss's pussy, Harshwhinny pushed herself in. Watching his load leaking out as she sat there, he heard her speak with that professional tone like she hadn’t just gotten a load of cum shot into her.

“Yes, Gabby? Is there something you need?”

“I’ve got those Manuscripts you wanted to read, also the letter for Satan reborn, and You said you wanted to write the rejection letter yourself.”

“Oh yes, thank you,” Harshwhinny spoke with the refined form as she took the papers. Spike was too busy looking at her pussy, and an idea came to mind about fingering her while they spoke but imagine if he did that, she would fire him just for acting that way while she was busy. He figured it wasn’t worth it.

“Is there something wrong, Gabby?” Harshwhinny said,

“Um, do you want me to open a window, boss? The rooms kind of musky?” Spike could feel his heart skipping a beat, hoping she didn’t realize that musk had been the smell of the two of them screwing around.

“No, it’s fine. Just get going; I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.” She lightly kicked Spike in the chest as he fought the urge to grunt while he looked back at her, his face expressing the word, Hey, what was that for? Spike imagined he'd get back at her for that.

“If you want, ma’am, I’ll get going.” Gabby's voice vanished as the sound of the door closing behind her while Spike sighed in relief, knowing that they hadn’t gotten caught.

Spike waited for a good minute before Harshwhinny whispered to him, “She’s gone. You can come out.” Harshwhinny spoke under her breath while Spike let out a long sigh pulling himself out with a long groan, stretching out.

“Thank goodness.” Spike popped out as he looked around for his pants. He quickly reached over and grabbed them.

“I better get going. That was close.”

“Might be a good idea, Though give it a few minutes; I don’t want others to notice.” Harshwhinny reached over, grabbing her panties and slipping them on while she looked over to Spike, those lush eyes. “If you don’t mind.” Harshwhinny seemed more exposed and vulnerable as she looked over at the man. Like she wanted to say more, do more with him. Spike just looked at her with that relaxed smile.

“I wouldn’t mind for a few minutes, so how have you been lately.”

“Good,” Harshwhinny said as she sat back down, looking over some of the manuscripts.

-000-

Off far across the united states in a place called las Vegas. There was a poker game—a simple one in the back of a casino. Some of the men were playing with decent hands though there was one. Five players were in the middle of an intense competition, where the winner took all. There was more than cash, a few deeds to places. A pair of car keys. The whole nine yards. It was waiting for the correct winner. There at the end was a figure, a man who a short black beard; he looked to be around his mid-thirties, but it was those eyes, dark brown, that seemed far ancient as he held his cards close. He looked at them intensely, not showing what he had, two aces and two eights with a jack of hearts on the side.

“I’ll raise,” The mysterious man dropped another chip.

“Woah, brother, you are trying to win this match.” One of the players said, a cowboy hat on his head as he tipped it having the time of his life.

“I just like to win there, sir.” The stranger said while looking over at the other players. He was getting a feel of them.

“Well, we like the guy’s like you, always the intense type, best ones to lose.” Another player said while chuckling to the other guys.

“Is that so?” He placed down his hand, revealing his Dead man's hand, clearly ready to see how it went for the other players.

Each of the men smiled as it was clear they had better hands—one of them placed down a straight flush.

“Read em and weep bub; that’s game.” There, the man with the straight flush pulled the chips and winnings in towards him when the mysterious stranger let out a sigh; for a second, the man thought his eyes turned green; instead of those dark brown, they looked like emeralds.

“You know, Joe, If I remember correctly, didn’t you talk about you were jealous of Jack's Wife there?” He looked at one of the men who looked towards the others. It was almost like a trance was running over his face.

“Yeah, I mean you seen his wife, she’s a model, and those tits, fuck.”

“Dude, that’s my wife!”

“Yeah, and I want to fuck those big tits, Even if they are a boob job,” Joe growled while he looked back at the cash and everything Jack had won,

“I think I could pay for that hot girl; I’m seeing to get a boob job; I think that would be great.” It was like the two men were under a trance at that point.

“And Jack, weren’t you are talking about if you won, you’d be getting a bigger house?” The stranger added while looking back over,

“Yeah, I wanted a bigger house; I mean Jim’s got a nice one; I hate living close; the only great thing is his daughter likes to sunbathe without a top. I’m so jealous; that hot piece of ass is there, and I’m stuck with an old crow.” Jack wasn’t even sure why he was saying it. He usually kept those thoughts locked away, but he wanted to say it.

“I want a hot wife with nice tits, and I want to bend her over and fuck her in front of people and make them envy me.”

“I want!” The group started looking over at the pile of winnings, getting jealous of Joe, who had won it. Their eyes grew green with envy and jealously. None of them thought about the stranger as they started moving towards it. Their hands grabbed the treasure when Joe called out.

“You sick son of a bitch, that’s my money!” He growled while punching Jim. Soon the three men started to attack each other. Jack reached over, grabbing his metal chair as he slammed it into Joe, trying to beat the other man to death.

In their jealous rage, they were trying to beat each other to death. None of them noticed that the stranger had been scooping up the pile and putting them in a sack, Placing one of the car keys into his pocket while soon walking away.

Walking out of the casino, the stranger didn’t even look back, not a care in the world if they followed them. Even if they did, the stranger could take care of them quickly. He looked around for the car he had just won as he pulled out the keys and unlocked the doors. The flashing of light appeared off in the distance. Following over, he found his new car—a Dodge Hellcat.

“Very nice there, Joe, This will be very fun.” The stranger was going to hop into the car was someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. He turned around, eyes turning a flash of green.
“Cain, we need to talk.”

Spike groaned while adjusting the tie. Standing on the altar for an hour in the chapel was driving him nuts.

“I can’t believe it’s finally here.” Spike groaned, looking at Gabby. She was wearing a suit and looked like she was sweating off a storm, Spike had suggested she didn’t need to wear it, But Gabby had told him I’m your best man, and by god, I’m going to wear the suit, buck-o It was simple though he excepted it.

“I just can’t believe I’m getting married.” Looking over at the entrance of the church. Waiting for Twilight to come in, his eyes stumbled around, seeing Discord standing in the front pew along with Lilith. He was whipping tears from his eyes. But Spike couldn’t help but wonder how the church hadn’t burnt down while the Devil had entered the sacred grounds.

In Spike’s life, he wasn’t sure what was right or wrong anymore. He turned, looking over at his parents, smiling at him proudly. The church was filled while he shuffled around, clearly nervous about what was happening.

“Still can’t believe it took so long to get ready.” He whispered to Gabby, who patted his shoulder.

“Relax, you’re gonna be ok, so just relax.” That was when the doors to the church opened.

There she was, wearing all white, a long flowing wedding dress with enough cleavage to show off to Spike. The groom couldn’t help but smile at such a wonderful sight. How she walked down, Her bosom bounced, Made Spike’s mouth drop open as he whispered; Wow, Spike had to admit his heart skipped a beat as the succubus bride got closer to him. Gabby smiled as she looked over at her friend, his best man, or in this case, best woman. She gave a wicked smile.

“Save it for tonight, lover boy; I’m sure you don’t wanna drop your pants here on the altar in front of your parents.” It was clear that Gabby was giving him that smile reassuring him. Though Spike only felt his feet getting cold.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but it’s weird. I don’t think I could ever have imagined getting married.” Spike smiled, watching the Succubus coming over toward them. His hand adjusted his tie. That was when she stood up there. Her head dipped down, that veil covering her face.

That was when the preacher looked over and let out a long sigh,

“Today, we gather to watch these two join in holy matrimony.” There was something off about the priest as he spoke. As Spike turned over, looking at him, something about him seemed almost too familiar. The way he looked at him with his golden blond hair.

“For today, we unite these two, a whore, the daughter of the Devil, and her play toy.”

“Hey, what’s the big deal!” Spike said while he looked at the man, clearly ready to knock his light out for even daring to insult Twilight on their wedding day. Though once he got a good look at the man, it became clear just who he was, his heart stopped at that moment. The man in front of them was none other than Father Lucus. That insane preacher who had once tried to kill Twilight and his friend. Somehow he was back from the dead.

“How… you’re dead!” Spike said, finding himself stepping back. His eyes turned around as he started seeing more of them, and he felt dread; nearly everyone in the church was dead, their necks cut open, his parents, his friends, hell, Discord was lying there, a cross shoved in his eyes.

“He who is without sin toss the first Harshwhinny.” Spike heard father Wind Ridersay as he turned around. He wanted to scream. Spike wanted to do something, anything, but it was no use. The preacher laughed like a maniac as he pulled out a large bowie knife while brandishing it. His fingers gripped it tightly as he looked back at Spike.

“Are you prepared to join them?” As the preacher moved over, stabbing Twilight in the chest, the way a knife moved in, Spike tried running to stop him, save his bride, stop this madness. But as he tried running, he found himself sinking into the ground as it had turned into quicksand.

Wind Riderwatched him with that dark smile while he moved in closer. The knife was shining wet with blood. Spike tried fighting off the mad priest but found he couldn’t. The man was too strong for Spike.

“The lord has no mercy for those who are heathens!” Wind Rider brandished the knife clearly, ready to strike down at Spike, who was stepping back. The horror in his eyes as He watched Twilight Jumping at Lucus, trying to save him. Spike screamed out,

“Twilight, run, just run!” But It was too late as Wind Rider reached around, grabbing the Succubus. His knife stabbed into the Woman as Spike watched in horror. Wind Riders eyes turned back with that demonic smile, blood running down his face as he chuckled,

“You’ll be joining her soon.”

-000-

Spike woke up in a cold sweat, his hot breath filling the room as he looked around in utmost fear, as he could feel the dream fade away. He was sitting in a dark room. It was quite something as he looked around. Everything seemed quiet, almost too quiet. While he looked back over. Twilight was lying down next to him, looking as beautiful as ever.

“I need a drink.” Soon he pulled himself out of bed, hoping not to wake the sleeping Succubus, and headed towards the kitchen. The apartment seemed quiet. spike reached over, pulled out a beer, and quickly twisted it. He was taking a long drink. The bitter taste ran across his tastebuds. The dream slowly faded away when he let out a sigh.

“That was a weird dream; what does it mean?” He sat at the table, just trying to remember what had happened. Why was Wind Rider in there? Hadn’t that man crossed his mind since dealing with him back at the warehouse? A part of him thought about it, wondering if he should go back to where they buried the man and see if his corpse was still there.

“No, that’s insane; the guy’s dead.” Yet somehow, Spike felt a sense of dread, like something was coming for them. Something he didn’t know about and would be his and Twilight’s very doom. He tried pushing these thoughts from his head when he heard a loud crashing sound coming from the other room.

Spike picked up the beer still in his hand. He walked over, seeing what had caused the noise as he looked into the living room. Applejack stood before the window when she let out a light curse.

“Damn it!” She muttered in a harsh whisper while Spike reached over to turn the lights on.

“Is there something wrong, Applejack?” Spike asked, looking towards the cowgirl Succubus; she was wearing her confederate uniform, which was slightly modified, showing off her full cleavage. The way her hat was, it covered her eyes.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to catch me, partner.” She muttered, looking annoyed as she looked back at the window.

“Maybe you should come over and take a seat; we can talk about this.” Spike wanted to get to the bottom of it as he looked over, seeing the frown on her face as she nodded, taking a seat.

Applejack sat there, rubbing the side of her arm as she tried to get comfortable. Spike sat next to her for a minute as he shook his head.

“So, what were you planning on doing?”

“I’m planning on leaving, that’s all,” Applejack said while she eyed the window. Spike couldn’t help but wonder if she would be jumping out of it.

“You know you could have just gone out the door. I don’t think anyone would’ve noticed if you walked out the door.” Spike said, giving a light smile.

“Yeah, I didn’t think this all the way through.” Applejack shook her head, feeling like kind of an idiot. Spike couldn’t help but smile; somehow, it made the woman more human.

“Hey, we all make mistakes, so what’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to get some fresh air, that’s all.” Applejack said, crossing her arms.

“While wearing your confederate uniform?” Spike quickly responded while she looked away.

“Hey, I like it, it’s comfortable, and I’m used to it; not like your modern clothes. They feel soft.”

“Soft; you think these are too soft.”

“Yes, they’re soft; they feel like they cling to my body. It’s nothing like my uniform. It feels.”

“It feels like home?” Spike interrupted, somewhat curious.

“Yeah, it feels like home, my time, where I belong.” There was a moment of silence while Spike patted her back,

“Yeah, I mean, nowadays would be strange; I mean, I’m surprised you took we had a black president so well.”

“I don’t care.” Applejack said, looking slightly annoyed, “Why would you even think I would care if some N… Black man became president.” Spike chuckled lightly at her reaction.

“Well, at the very least, you aren’t dropping that word. I mean, it’ll save us some trouble. But I mean, the Civil war was about slavery and all.”

“Yeah, well, that was what happened, but not every last one of us fought for slavery; some of us had no choice, some of us had to fight for our home, or they didn’t want to fight their family. Its… It’s not that simple.”

Spike nodded, though wondering,

“So why did you join? I’m surprised you were even allowed, with you being a woman and all.”

“Well, I wanted to; I couldn’t sit back and watch people I knew go off to die. I might be a succubus, but I have the will to fight, and I just sat back while others did the fighting while I sucked on dicks to survive or fucked. I couldn’t just sit back.”

Spike nodded, almost imagining it, her sitting back and doing nothing. It seemed odd, but they found himself amused imagining her wearing a dress.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like you, so where do you plan on going?”

“Out west, heard a few things about it before I sucked into the ring; maybe I could do something hunt for my fortune.” She reached over, grabbing Spike’s beer, as it rested on the coffee table. Spike didn’t say anything, letting her drink it. He imagined she might have needed it more than him,

“Yeah, probably not going to be how you think it will be; times have changed. They might not like your confederate outfit, maybe Alabama, but yeah.”

“Eh, I’ve been to Alabama; it ain’t all that impressive back in the day.” Applejack’s stomach growled.

“Hungry there? Need me to make a sandwich or something?” Spike said, pointing back to the kitchen. Though Applejack shook her head,

“Not that kind of hunger; I haven’t fed for a while. Well, not since before, and that was like… a snack?” She looked at him for a minute, and Spike saw the hunger in the Succubus’s eyes. The kind of hunger only a succubus could hold.

“Oh, Oh,” Spike said, finding himself blushing. The cowgirl’s breasts heaved up with each breath—such a sight, while Spike kept his calm.

“Do you need some help?” Spike offered, not sure why he said that. Spike felt his breathing getting heavy. Twilight was in the other room, and he was worried about waking her up. Though at the same time, this was her sister, someone she hadn’t seen in a literal lifetime. But at the same time, Applejack looked like she needed his help. The hunger in her eyes the want like none other.

“We’ll have to be quick about this.”

His hand reached over, fumbling with his pajama pants as he watched the cowgirl eyeing him, that longing wants as she shook her head, focusing.

“I don’t know you’re marrying my sister,”

“I know, but I’m sure Twilight wouldn’t mind; besides, all this is helping you out. It’s not about me.”

There was a momentary pause, silence filling the room as the tension between them could be cut like a butter knife.

“I wouldn’t mind what?” Spike turned around, looking to see Twilight standing there, wearing a silk robe that barely covered her divine bust as she tapped her foot.

“Oh, Twilight, it’s you; I didn’t think you were waking up.”

“Yeah, I just heard some noise and figured I’d check it out, is something wrong.” Twilight looked over at her sister for a minute, noticing how she was dressed up and Spike, who was wearing just his boxers sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand.

“I was just leaving, that’s all, Twilight; I mean, I don’t belong here intruding on you and your lover’s home; I should be heading out.”

Applejack seemed down, like something was coming over her. She was about to head out, but Twilight raised her hand. The way she looked at her sister, Spike couldn’t tell, as he looked over,

“Listen, Twilight, don’t get mad at her; I was offering just to help her feed her hunger.”

“I’m not mad, Spike; it's this situation; I never imagined you’d have another succubus bound to you. I know about the angel, but another succubus and my sister. My feelings are a little more wound up. I shouldn’t feel this way cause of who I am, but.” She rubbed her head and took a seat.

Twilight took a long moment of silence as she rubbed her head, leaving the two hanging.

“You’re jealous?” Applejack was the first one to speak, cutting the silence, and Twilight shook her head,

“I don’t know, maybe, but… You know what, I’m just used to just sharing Spike, that’s all, sometimes I’m in the room, or sometimes he’s on his own. It depends. But with us getting married, I’m thinking about what my future might be.”

“I’m not going to leave you, Twilight, if that's what you’re thinking.” Spike looked at her, the beautiful woman who snored at random and sometimes kicked him while they slept in bed, the one who drank the milk from the carton. The Succubus he loved more than anyone else and would die to protect.

“I know that, but I’m just worried; what if you get bored of me? I don’t wanna lose my hubby.”

“Twilight, that would never happen.” Spike found himself moving in, rubbing her cheek,

“I’d never be bored of you, and I love you.”

“Yes, but I’m just worried about other Succubus, and I shouldn’t be.”

Spike moved in, giving her a long passionate kiss. Their lips locked as he reached around, pulling the Succubus queen in closer; their bodies pressed together as Spike held on for dear life.

Applejack watched the two with a long sigh as she found herself sitting down,

“You were supposed to help me?” The cowgirl said, watching the two of them, her face turning bright red. Somehow the rugged cowgirl had vanished as she adjusted her coat, letting it fall on her shoulders as she revealed her luscious breasts, the black bra barely holding on as Spike looked back with a light smile,

“I did promise to help you, Twilight? Would you like to sit back and enjoy the show?”

“I think I would enjoy that,” Twilight said. Her mind was calm as she took the chair and leaned back, watching her future husband and sister, her legs crossing as she felt excited and nervous about what was about to happen.

Spike smirked while looking back at the cowgirl, who blushed wildly; though Spike took control, leaning in, he began kissing her neck. Applejack let out a light moan; the sensation was slow, something she hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity, as Spike started to caress her side—pushing his hands under her arm as he caressed her moving his hands down to her thick waist.

Applejack moaned into his arms, her hands going up his shirt, caressing his chest. Spike felt her sharp nails scratching him, but he ignored the pain; he wanted to give her what she needed.

The two pushed into each other closer while Twilight sat back watching, biting her bottom lip as she imagined what the two might do. Her fingers rubbed against the armchair as she prepared for the little show.

Applejack was the next one to make their move. Pulling back, she grabbed Spike’s nightshirt ripping it off; the sounds of fabric ripping apart as She tore Spike’s shirt off. Spike reached down, pulling Applejack’s shirt off, her breasts popping out; it was such a sight; Spike couldn’t help smiling at them; they were nearly perfect. Spike leaned in as he started sucking on the right breast and massaging the left with his free hand.

Applejack moaned lightly, “Spike, what the hell are you, oh!” Her voice stuttered as she wrapped a hand around the back of his head, feeling Spike licking and teasing the soft pillows she called breasts. Spike nibbled on her nipple as he listened to her soft lustful moans while massaging her side. Applejack growled, wanting more as she found herself eyeing her sister, watching her with those beautiful eyes. Somehow this made her annoyed as she pushed Spike right down onto the bed,

“Get down there; I can’t wait any longer!” Applejack reached down, pulling Spike down. She went down, biting down on his neck, and sank her fangs. Spike let out a hard groan though he came around, grabbed her firm ass, and gave it a decent smack. If he could see it, he would have been able to watch how it jiggled.

“Give me a second!” Spike grunted, though find he wasn’t given any time, as Applejack grabbed his ass and pushed him against her. Spike could feel his sex made against her firm sex.

Spike grunted, his cock pushing against her slit; even now, the confederate woman was wet, as he could feel her grinding against his firm, meaty member. He couldn’t resist anymore, feeling The Succubus wrap her legs around his hips; without even thinking, he pushed in, entering her. His cock was consumed by Applejack’s hot pussy. He grunted, feeling how tight she was.

“Fuck, You’re almost too tight,” Spike growled, trying to fight off the pleasure. His heart raced as he looked down, seeing the shocked look on Applejack’s face. It was clear she hadn’t been with a man for a while as she gritted her teeth, trying to get used to Spike’s impressive size. Their bodies are close together as Spike prompts himself up his hands under her arms as he moves his hips. The thrust was slow at first, moving at a decent pace. He kept his eyes on the woman under him, making sure not to hurt her as he let out a grunt.

Applejack felt terrific as he grunted, wanting more as he could hear the couch beginning to let out faint squeaks. Twilight, on the couch, watched the intensity in her eyes as she placed her breasts, massaging them slowly with one hand. The other one moved down her pajama pant’s as they moved down between her hips as Twilight played with herself. Moaning, watching her lover, she takes her sister without relenting.

“Keep going faster, harder!” Applejack moaned, her southern draw going longer as she found her legs wrapping around Spike; as she felt him pushing his fat thick cock deep into her, she panted, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. Her stomach felt the fire it had been missing for nearly a hundred years.

How he moved, and how Applejack held onto him as she moaned hard. Her body was grinding against him as Spike moved in closer, sucking on her neck and giving it a light bite. Applejack let out a hard grunt.

“Fuck, come on faster! Faster!” Spike grunted, his head arching back as he pushed himself faster. She moaned, her hips pushing him more profoundly as she felt her orgasm build in more quickly. His eyes were on Twilight, who was fingering herself tighter, watching them give him a Sultry wink as she transformed into her Succubus Queen form. Her crown of fire illuminated the room.

Lust filled the living room as they continued their fuck fest. The couch seemed to hold out as it was jerking back and forth, going with the motions of the oceans as Spike grunted harder, pushing faster and harder. His balls slapped against Applejack.

Spike growled as he found himself unable to help it pulling her up. Applejack tried Protesting but somehow found herself pulled into the air as Spike pulled his cock out.

“Hey, what are you? Ohh. OH!” She moaned, finding herself pushed onto her knees, facing forward, forced to look at her sister as Spike got behind and started to penetrate her pussy, with no resistance. Taking her Doggy style as he pounded even harder than he had before.

“Do you like that?” Spike grunted, his voice sounding husked as he kept pulling her back and found her shaking under him as he pulled her back, getting rougher. “DO you like how I fuck your tight little pussy, you southern belle!” he growled, giving her pale white ass a firm slap.

“Yes! Oh lordy yes!” She screamed, not caring how Twilight watched her with that sinister grin, as she fingers herself faster moaning, as she called out,

“You take my sister Spike; show her how good your American cock is!” She moaned as she continued watching with enjoyment.

“You got it, Twilight; I’ll show her what she is missing, thinking she could join the confederacy and get away with it!” he growled, getting more into this place as he slapped her ass hard, watching how it jiggles.

“Hmm, such a fine rear,” Spike grunted, his hips sinking deeper as Applejack screamed in pure pleasure. Spike kept his hips moving, fingers gripping her plump ass unable to hold back. Her pussy tightened around his dick as if it was trying to milk him dry.

“You want me to cum in you?”

Applejack could only let out long moans as she felt pounded into submission on the couch.

“You want me to cum in your pussy? Fill you with my American cock!” he grunted while looking down at his confederate Succubus. As she moaned louder, it was clear she wanted it as Spike gave her another fine-ass slap.

Applejack screamed, her voice echoing through the room as He pushed faster. They ignored his neighbor pounding on the wall, telling them to shut up as he thrusts more quickly.

“Tell me now!” he growled, his balls tightening, knowing he was close to achieving orgasm

“Cum in me!” Applejack screamed, feeling herself squirting her orgasm, overwhelming her as she felt herself shaking as she thought Spike Pounding into her; unable to hold back, he grunted.

“Fuck, You want it. It’s all yours!” He called out, giving a strong thrust, pushing his cock in deep

His hot spunk shooting out as he filled her tight pussy. It felt like she was milking him for every ounce he had as The demoness, found herself collapsing down on the couch. Taking deep breaths as she lay there. Spike found himself asking the Succubus.

“Was it good for you,” Spike said, giving her a smirk, as Applejack crossed her arms,

“It’s filling.” The cowgirl said as she took in another deep breath. It was clear she was satisfied while Spike chuckled,

“Well I’m glad to help out at the very least. Twilight, Did you enjoy the show?” He looked over, seeing that Twilight was on the bed, looking relaxed as she had finished.

“Oh yeah, I think I enjoyed the show.” She pulled her hand, revealing her wet hand as she gave him a wink while licking her fingers, taking a long time. She was being seductive while watching Spike.
“I think we should get some sleep,” Spike said though some of him knew he might not get much sleep; if Twilight was still in the mood, Something told him He was going to need a lot of coffee today.

Author's Note

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