Belle’s Guardian Prince

Act 2 - Revealing Retreat - Part 6

“Vacation? This is torture for me!” Spike hissed under his breath while carrying a tray of drinks over to the four mares enjoying the sun right on the beach. It had been three tough days for him so far, filled with the occasional request for a massage, getting sunscreen on them, playing a few games, and otherwise entertaining the shenanigans the Crusaders and even Rarity would come up with from time to time. Sure, it all seemed so innocent and mundane on paper…

“But not when said massages had me groping their buttcheeks. Or asking me to slowly put the lotion all over their bodies. Or pose in front of me when changing. Or like last night when a playful round of regular poker suddenly turned into strip poker with punishments!” He hissed again.

He would’ve hissed once more were it not because he was nearing the four mares. Managing to retake his stoic, cool, cordial front before putting the tray down and handing each mare their requested drink.

“Thank you, precious scales~,” Rarity said with a flirty smile, giving him a wink before taking a sip out of her drink. “Mmmmmhhhh~ Darling, have you ever considered pursuing a career in cooking? I’m sure you would be a fantastic chef and maybe even dethrone that pompous, egotistical, brown-nose, good for nothing slut of Zesty Gourmand!”

“Are you seriously still hung up about what she said about me, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle deadpanned, accepting her drink and kissing Spike’s cheek as a thank you. “She only said that because I didn’t like the stale miserable snacks she was, hopefully, pretending to be full-course dishes,” sipping on her drink, she added. “But she’s a bitch, though.”

“I would love to see her pretentious face carved into the dirt one of these days! Why is she even the authority for grading restaurants and food again? Didn’t her reputation die thanks to that mare, Saffron Masala?” Scootaloo asked, accepting her drink.

“Damn vermin is hard to kill, Ah tells you,” taking her drink, she nodded at Spike as he flopped on his chair and began to relax next to Sweetie Belle, electing to enjoy his drink. “Whaddayah say, Spike? Once this situation blows over, will you kick Zesty’s butt?”

“Nope,” Spike answered without hesitation.

“Aaaaaawwwww, but why not?” Scootaloo whined.

“One,” he lifted a finger. “It takes years to become a chef. Even more years to get to the level she and other professional chefs are at. Even more training and years to become a true gourmand. And even then, I have to build up a reputation to achieve that,” he lifted another finger. “Two, I’m a Prince. I hardly have the time to chase after such dreams,” another finger. “Three, while I’m good at cooking, baking, bartending, mixing drinks and pretty much anything because I am that awesome,” he said with a playful smug smile. “I mainly do it for the hobby and because I love doing it. And four, I can easily ruin her by using my royal clout,” he said, lifting the final fourth finger and then lowering his arm again.

“Will you? Ruin her reputation?” Sweetie Belle asked, concerned.

He shook his head. “Never. I would never use the same tricks some nasty nobles use to get away with their actions. Besides, I don’t have to. She’s doing a pretty good job at ruining her reputation all by herself. And really, what’s the worst she’s done? Being a bully and an insufferable nuisance? Hardly worth our time and attention,” he sipped on his drink and hummed. “Damn, I really do make good stuff… but she is, as you put it, a major bitch,” turning to face the four mares, he found they were all slightly blushing and smiling at him. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Nothing, darling, nothing at all~,” Rarity replied before taking another sip of her drink.

“Never change, yah big lug,” Apple Bloom added, sending him a wink and a kissy face.

“Seriously, did I say something stupid or do I have something on me?” Spike repeated, now more confused than before.

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Nawww, you’re just a treat, Spike,” in that moment a devilish idea came to her mind. “I should know~ The taste of your scales, cock, and cum are just like candy~”

*CRUNCH*

The four mares looked on, aghast, at Spike. Sweetie Belle was by far the most surprised. She had expected her boyfriend to spit his drink, fumble a bit, or shout at her, embarrassed for what she’d said. Not to munch on his drinking glass leaving only the base. Spike munched and swallowed both his drink and the pieces of glass, hiccuping fire in order to melt and drink whatever glass remained in his mouth.

“Spike?” She asked, now worried. “I’m sorry, love, I was only trying to tease-”

“No! Nonono! It’s fine! It’s fine! I’m fine! I, uhhh, I just got a sudden craving for the munchies, that’s all!” Spike laughed it off, tossing the base of his glass into his mouth and swallowing it whole, hiccuping again for good measure. “I’m going to get another drink real quick, bye!” His entire body was covered in a curtain of green fire and a second later, he was gone.

“...The fuck just happened?” Scootaloo after a few seconds of tense silence.

“I’ve seen him eat many things in the past, but I’ve never seen him openly showing his fangs that way before. Not even when eating gems!” Rarity exclaimed. “Sweetie Belle?”

“I think… I think we’ve been teasing him too much,” she said in a sad tone. “He’s such a sweetheart, plus everything that has happened maybe put more stress on him than I realized. I’m sorry, Rarity, but I think this trip was a mistake… I didn’t think he would react like that, ever.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Apple Bloom sat, spreading her legs. “Like, I know he’s been working hard but maybe we have pushed his buttons a bit too much?”

“Hey, that reminds me, have you two, you know, fucked these past days?” Scootaloo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Sweetie Belle sighed. “He says it would be disrespectful to you all.”

“Precious Scales…,” Rarity muttered as she looked back at the house.

“I am so confused,” Scootaloo crossed her arms. “Sometimes he’s totally okay with flirting with us and other mares, he likes spending time more with mares and other girls than with his guy friends, and we totally don’t mind if he sees us naked! But then he can be so embarrassed and be so prudish? Darn confusing it is!”

“He likes being playful most of the time,” Sweetie Belle confessed, a smile returning to her features. “But he would never dare try to disrespect us in any form. Not even after you guys basically told him he can fuck you without remorse,” she said, staring at her two friends.

“Yeah, but you’re really okay with that, Sweetie? I mean… teasing is one thing but would be alright for us to have sex with him?” Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “As long as he wants to, yeah, I don’t see why not while we’re here at Rarity’s beach house. I know both of you have the hots for him,” her fellow Crusaders blushed hard at that but didn’t refute it. “So why not? That’s what all the teasing, flashing tits, and excuses to get him to touch us were for, right?”

“Yeah… you’re right. Thanks, Sweetie. I really hope Spike doesn’t mind rolling in the hay with us. Ah want my fields plowed by him,” Apple Bloom sighed dreamily. “Yer a lucky gal, you know that?”

“What about you, Rarity?” Scootaloo asked the suspiciously silent mare.

“Who, little old me?” The seamstress replied feigning ignorance. “Why, that ship has set sail a long time ago, dears. I love being affectionate to my Precious Scales from time to time for old times’ sake, but I know I don’t hold a place in his heart anymore. Romantically speaking, I mean,” she confessed with a smile, though there was a definite hint of sadness and regret in her voice.

Just then, they all saw Spike approaching with a new tray filled with drinks and their conversation stopped.

“Hey, sorry about rushing out like that. Turns out I was a bit hungrier than I expected! But I took the chance to make another round of drinks for you girls!” Spike exclaimed, retaking his seat. “Now, why don’t we enjoy the sun, the sand, and the calming waves of the ocean?”

The four mares agreed, all of them unable to notice the dying tent in Spike’s shorts.

Or maybe it is not us who are trying too hard? Sweetie Belle thought, relieved and at ease. After several minutes of genuine comfort, she stood up and stretched. “I’m going for a swim, anyone wanna join me?”

“Pass.”

“Nope.”

“Not right now, Sweetie Belle.”

“Take your time, Sweets.”

Shrugging, she ran to the ocean, reaching it within seconds and moments found herself swimming and enjoying the small, comfortable crystalline waves. The rest of the group then returned to relax and enjoy their time, except Spike.

W-Why am I so restless? Was it because I lost control when Sweets said those things? Or is the stress finally getting to me? And why can’t I look away from her? Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why the hell is my cock not going completely limp!? And this… fire inside me, it’s like that damn greed rampage all over again just not as potent. Should I send a letter to Ember or Smolder and ask them what’s wrong with me? He shook his head. I really shouldn’t bother them with my problems. All I need to do is focus on solving my problems myself. Yeah, that’s why I came along to this vacation after all.

Content with the conclusion he reached, he tried to enjoy his time until he noticed, about half an hour later, his marefriend coming back to them. He focused on her form, her alluring body glistening with the ocean’s water and her breasts bouncing with every hopping step she took. Her face was sparkling with joy and her breathing somewhat ragged after swimming for all that time.

She was about to reach them when her bikini top suddenly snapped, liberating her boobs from their (limited) confinement. “Aaaahhh, dang it! I loved this bikini! It didn’t even last a week!” She cupped her breasts and looked at them with squinting eyes. “Why can’t you be content with cute things, eh? That was a gift from Scoots! But nooooo, you have to be free and stuff, don’t you!?”

“Calm down, Sweets,” Spike said, trying simultaneously not to snicker the same way the others were and crossing his legs in an attempt to choke his reviving erection. “I’m sure Rarity can fix it. And if she can’t, there are several spare bikinis around, I’ve seen them. One is bound to fit you, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Sweetie Belle replied as she let go of her tits and placed her hands on her hips. Wait a moment, this is perfect! She suddenly realized. “You knoooow… now that I think about it, we are on a private beach secluded from the rest of the world. We don’t even need to use any sort of clothes if we don’t want to~,” she finished with a seemingly innocent wink at her friends and sister.

“You know what? Sweets is right!” Scootaloo agreed.

“Yeah! It’s only the five of us here!” Apple Bloom added.

“Mmmhmm! Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time Spikey-Wikey sees us less than entirely presentable,” Rarity joined in.

With that said, Spike could only stare at the four mares reaching for their bikinis with dread and anticipation in equal measure. Scootaloo removed her top and bottom without a word. Sweetie Belle also removed her bottom since there wouldn’t be a use for her top. Apple Bloom only removed her top but did pull the strings of her lower set up enough for her pussy to be outlined by the fabric. Rarity also only removed her top and Spike honestly couldn’t notice that much of a difference since she was practically naked from the start.

“What about you, Spikey?” Scootaloo asked, sitting on the edge of her bench with her legs spread wide giving the dragon a good show of her crotch.

He wanted to say no. He really wanted to put any of the dozens of excuses coursing through his mind at that moment, but found himself unable to reply. Nevertheless, he sighed and stopped hiding the tent created with his trunks.

“Spikey, hot stuff, what is there to be embarrassed about? It’s only the five of us, remember? No one is going to see us and we don’t mind you seeing us this vulnerable. Isn’t that a sign that we trust you no matter what?” Sweetie Belle pressed on, finishing her drink and reaching for her second serving.

He frowned for a moment, then smiled. “You know what, Sweets? You’re right,” he said while grabbing the sem of his trunks. I don’t know if this is correct… but they don’t seem bothered by it. Might as well enjoy this while it lasts! He reasoned with himself before swiftly taking off his trunks.

His cock sprung out, bobbing a few times as it spread some pre cum onto his trunks, bench, and sand.

“Wow… I knew you were big, but not that big, Spike,” Apple Bloom said, staring at his rod the same way the rest of the mares were.

Sweetie Belle hummed with smug pride. “Get a load of that, ladies, cause that there is what makes me cum and squirt all over the bedsheets!”

“Sweetie!” Spike blurted out, embarrassment returning to him.

“What?” She giggled. “Cat’s out of the bag already! Come on, they know we fuck. Kinda hard not to at least suspect it now that we’re a couple, right?”

“Yeah… but still!” He tried to defend himself but to no avail, laying back on his bench.

“Damn! I wouldn’t mind having that little monster scraping my insides, Spike!” Scootaloo exclaimed, putting a leg on the bench to further spread her legs and use a hand to open her pussy to him. “Betcha I’m tighter than your girlfriend!”

He snorted. “I hardly doubt that,” Spike replied before he could process what he had done.

“Hmmmm~?” With a flap of her wings and a skillful jump, she landed on Spike’s stomach. She quickly moved her lower half back until the tip of his cock touched the entrance of her wet, hot opening. “Wanna find out, stud?”

He held his breath and put his hands on her hips. Why am I not panicking? Why is my body screaming at me to just ram my cock into her!? What in Tartarus is going on with me!? Despite his internal problem, he maintained a more controlled, relaxed exterior. “Appreciate the offer, but pass,” he pulled, gently so, to the side.

“Awwwww, really?” Scootaloo pouted. “I really wouldn’t mind having your big, throbbing, hot dragon cock inside my pussy, Spike. Sweetie doesn’t mind, right?”

“Nope!” The younger white unicorn replied. “My boyfriend has my permission to fuck all of you senseless if he wants!” As the words left her mouth, she shot a knowing glance at Rarity, who was trying not to choke on her drink.

“Anyone I want, huh?” He said out loud, smirking darkly and staring at his girlfriend.

*That Night*

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmmfffff! S-Spike! AAAAAHHHHHHH~!” Sweetie Belle cried out as her entire body shook uncontrollably. Behind her was Spike, holding onto her hips tightly and providing her a most vigorous round of hard, deep, bed-quaking thrusts that culminated with their pelvises meeting in a loud, wet slap of flesh and scales.

“Why don’t you even ask me-” Thrust. “-before offering me-” Thrust. “-like a rental toy!?” He snapped, but his voice wasn’t angry or mad. His throat rumbled with lust as smoke and light embers escaped from the edges of his mouth and nostrils; barely able to contain himself and not harm his girlfriend too much as he plunged his throbbing cock all the way to her cervix with each plowing motion.

“AAAHHHHHH~” Sweetie Belle moaned loudly, wantonly… joyfully. “I-I never heard you say -MMMmppphhhh!- a definite NO!”

Spike snarled and slapped her ass, leaving a nice red mark over and around her Cutie Mark. “Why you lecherous, conniving, sexy, wonderful slut!” Spike half cursed, half praised as he delivered more deservedly earned thrusts against her pussy.

Meanwhile, the entire house was filled with the cries and moans of pleasure coming from Sweetie Belle and the equally loud moans and roaring rumbling of Spike while the echo of their physical contact reverberated across the air, walls, doors, and everything else that could possibly stand in their way.

The other three occupants were furiously masturbating to the sound (and in one instance to the sight) of the resident couple’s punishment breeding. Though from the mares’ perspective, it was more of a reward rather than the intended objective.

Apple Bloom was laying on her bed, legs spread wide while her fingers plunged deep inside her pussy and asshole at the same time. “Mmmmm~ Fuck! D-Damn you, Sweetie Belle!” She cried out weakly.

Scootaloo was also laying on her bed, her right hand busy molesting her nethers while her left pinched her nipples and bit her lips. She only moaned as the music that was her friends’ fucking provided all the motivation she needed to continue.

Rarity was kneeling outside the couple’s room, peering inside through the ajar door. Her eyes wide in fascination as she watched the hard, red, thick member of the dragon get lost in the depths of her little sister’s cavern. Repeatedly. Loudly. Wonderfully. All while watching them mate she was busy using a hand to tease her clit and wet, leaking folds while she bit onto the fingers of her other hand.

“C-CUMMING!” Sweetie Belle cried out.

“GRAAAAH!” Spike roared, spilling green fire through his nostrils and escaping the edges of his mouth.

Rarity came a moment later when she witnessed her sister getting creampied by the same drake that had pinned for her for so long. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo also arrived at their climaxes a moment later, none aware that they had all shared a near-simultaneous orgasm.

The seamstress stood up from where she had watched a truly magnificent, if sinfully wrong, sight. She didn’t feel guilt, but she felt regret for her actions and a sense of longing. Still, her deed was done and she shakily went back to her room.

With the clicking of her door muffling the opening of another, Rarity never saw a figure peer down to the puddle of her discarded mare juice, reach down to it with a shaky hand, and then bring a slimy batch of it directly into a gaping, open mouth. Lapping and slurping sounds were heard and then a sigh. A moment later, the door closed.

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Cozy Glow was not having a good time. Four days had passed and she had yet to formulate a plan to deal with Sweetie Belle once and for all. Sure, she had given several ideas a modicum of consideration. Arson? Predictable and insufficient. Direct assault? Unless she could be three steps ahead and somehow avoid her dragon pet, unlikely. Hired gun? The point of the matter was to keep the circle small, not expand it. Poison? How to deliver it was the main issue and in a situation where she couldn’t be saved.

All of her ideas were discarded, either because they were too far fetched or too reliant on luck or circumstance. She needed something definitive and, best of all, done in such a way that she’d get away with it scott free. But she also wanted to make it personal, up close, and see the desperation in Sweetie Belle’s eyes.

“I can’t do it in the city… I have to do it out on the outskirts or in some secluded location. But where? Where!?” She asked herself while looking on a map of the city marked with a plethora of red exes, circles, and knife cuts.

“Uhhhh, why not a cabin in the woods?” Snails proposed while spotting for Snips lifting weights.

“Seriously?” Cozy Glow deadpanned and narrowly avoided facepalming. “A fucking cabin in the woods is your best idea?”

“Well… yeah? Like in that movie? You know, the creepy one Tiara made?”

“Ah, Laments of the Past! Yeah, I remember that one! Diamond Tiara starred in that one. Talk about a pair of lungs, amma right?” Snips joked while pushing up his weights. “Damn, she looked fiiiiine wearing that ragged dress~”

“If you two perverts have nothing better to say, be quiet! A fucking cabin in the woods? What are these idiots even thinking?” Shaking her head, she returned to peering at the map. And yet, the more she searched, the situation didn’t change. Anything short of a panic room would never fit whatever purposes she could come up with once she had the place to do it. Worse yet, she didn’t know how much time she had left before either Sweetie Belle returned or Diamond Tiara changed her mind.

“Cabin in the woods,” she muttered to herself, her eyes leaving the city proper and even going beyond the immediate outskirts. “Hmmm!” Her eyes widened when she noticed something she had not seen before. There were several abandoned properties all over the forest and hilly side outside beyond the city’s outskirts, not terribly located and a mere blotch of ink in the map. “Cabin in the woods, huh?” She giggled and then laughed loudly. “Well, well, well! Snails, your idea may not be as useless as I thought!”

“What idea, Cozy?” Snails replied.

“Pack everything, you dolts! We’re going on an excursion,” Cozy Glow announced as she rolled up her map and smiled widely, her eyes shining with malice. “It seems I’m still lady luck’s favorite~”

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Spike woke up to the sound of a shower running. Groggily, he put away the covers and stood up, only then noticing his semi-erect penis. As he reached for a pair of trunks to at least conceal it, he stopped an inch away from grabbing it.

Wait… it’s only Sweetie Belle and I in this room, and after yesterday I’m not even sure they’ll bother much if I walk around naked, instantly after thinking that and feeling a low rumbling deep inside his chest, he shook his head. By Celestia, what the hay is wrong with me? I know I’ve never had a problem with nudity and flirting before, but these days have been… different. I nearly took Scootaloo on her offer, too. Dammit, now I understand why Shining and Mac were always saying ‘Just wait till you get a proper mare, then you’ll see!’, with a sigh, he pulled back his hand and walked into the bathroom and saw his girlfriend bathing and about to pour shampoo over her mane.

Wordlessly, he joined her and the two began to clean each other, sparing a few kisses here and there, teasing gropes, and playful shampoo smears over snouts. Finally, the two hugged, each resting their head on a shoulder while the warm water washed away the soap and the bubbles.

“I’m sorry,” Spike started. “I couldn’t control myself yesterday… I don’t know what came over me.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “It’s okay, Spike. I think we went a bit over the edge yesterday, too. If you want, I can tell the girls to tone it down,” Spike shook his head. “No? Are you sure?”

“I’m… not open to the idea of sleeping with other mares, even if it's them and you’re okay with it, Sweets. I’ve always pictured myself as a one-mare dragon. Flirting? Caressing? Casual nakedness? I can handle that. But sex… maybe I’m dumb or maybe I’m just scared or maybe it’s just a dragon thing, but I don’t want to cheat on you, Sweets.”

“Oh, Spikey,” Sweetie Belle muttered his name through teary eyes, pulled back and kissed him. “Very few stallions would not take advantage of trying to make a herd. Maybe I’m the dumb one. It’s only polite for a mare to share her stallion with her closest friends, so… I thought… it would be okay,” she kissed him again. “To tell you the truth, the idea of sharing you with other mares other than them -*cough* and a few others *cough*-”

“What was tha--”

“-makes me feel disgusted. But as long as it is them and you want it, I don’t see how it can be considered cheating,” she smiled and kissed him again. “But I’ll stop trying to get my friends laid if you don’t feel comfortable fucking their brains out, Spikey.”

Spike chuckled. “That’s one way to say it.” Hugging her closer, his claws and fingers squeezing her supple ass in the process, he asked. “Were you always so depraved?”

“Mmmmm? Hmmmm? Maaaaaaybe~?” She giggled. “But this is a side of myself I can totally share with my handsome boyfriend.”

Turning off the shower, Spike ended their hug. “Let’s get out of here, Sweets. I can smell somepony making breakfast already.”

After that, they dried up each other and organized their room, not worrying about the sheets since they would self-clean… eventually. Spike stared at his girlfriend for a moment in all her bare beauty, the sun shimmering against her pale skin, her mane and tail dangling thanks to the remaining moisture in them, her eyes green and pure.

“What are you staring at, Spikey?” She asked.

He asked, blushing for being caught staring like a love-stricken idiot, but quickly recovered. “A work of art. Probably a sculpture crafted by the hands of the most talented visionary.”

Now it was her turn to blush. “You’re such an annoying romantic fool. I love you so much for it, Spike,” jumping to his arms, they kissed for half a minute before stepping back. “Let’s go?”

He raised a scaly eyebrow. “You’re not going to wear anything?”

“Nah,” she replied with a roll of her hand and a sassy tone. “I don't want my girls snapping off another bikini top and if I go topless, I might as well go bottomless.”

“Point taken,” he replied and was about to reach out for his trunks but changed his mind almost immediately. “You know what? If you’re going to be walking around naked, I might as well join the club. Pretty sure the others are either going to do the same or wear next to nothing. Besides, you said it yourself, we are on a private beach concealed from the rest of the world.”

Sweetie Belle stretched a hand and he accepted it, their fingers intertwining. “Good. Now, let’s go, my tummy is growling!” On point, her stomach grumbled in demand for sustenance.

“Have I ever told you I love that you can’t even pour juice on a glass without somehow burning it? It leaves all the fun of cooking to me!” Spike said, smiling cheekily.

Sweetie Belle’s horn lit up with magic and a pained ‘Hey!’ from her dragon boyfriend made her smile. “You’re lucky I’m not the kind of mare to do petty acts of revenge, Spikey.”

The two then kissed once more before exiting the room, following their noses the couple arrived at the kitchen where they discovered the other residents of the villa were already present.

For a moment, Spike forgot all about breakfast as he stared at Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Rarity. The farm girl was only wearing a black thong that hugged her waist and hips perfectly and thanks to the way she was sitting (elbows on the counter, leaning forward, and ass up) he got a nice shot of her exposed tail hole and just how little the thong actually covered her marehood.

It was no surprise to him that Scootaloo had forgone the use of clothes entirely, sitting butt naked next to her countryside friend.

Rarity also wore nothing but a thin thong that covered even less than the one Apple Bloom was wearing, a fact made all the more pointed with each shake of her soft-looking rump. “Everything’s reeeeady~” she sang as she turned around holding a plate filled with quesadillas.

“You monster. Twilight would stop talking to you if she found out about those,” Spike teased while trying to focus on anything that wasn’t the designer’s bouncing breasts now that she lacked anything to hold them in place with.

“Yes, I am quite monstrous. My plan to overthrow Twilight is coming to fruition, Spikey-Wikey!” Rarity played along while distributing everyone’s breakfast.

“Pure evil!” Scootaloo chimed in before biting on a quesadilla only to immediately spit it back out and fan her tongue. “Hot! Hot! Hot!”

Spike took on his seat and while everyone else was giggling at Scootaloo’s expense, his mind drifted a little. Huh, this feels a lot less weird than I thought it would.

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Cozy Glow carefully and slowly entered the property she had arrived at. Her two lackeys, Snips and Snails, were on another location searching for potential owners, security measures, and other such drawbacks that may put a halt to the plan forming in her head.

“Two days of searching and I still haven’t found a good place… until now,” she said to herself as the ramshakable cabin on the brink of falling apart came into view. Cozy Glow entered the cabin with little regard for finding anything or anyone besides maybe a wandering animal. “Jeez, it’s even worse than I imagined it would be,” a dark smile spread on her lips. “Perfect.”

Looking around the cabin, she found it dilapidated and in the middle of being reclaimed by nature. There were old pieces of junk, leaves, mold, and garbage littering almost every corner of the floor, the walls were flimsy or outright had holes in them, the wooden beams and support columns were somehow still standing, and everything was dark even though it was broad daylight thanks to the thick layer of trees that surrounded the cabin. It had taken her almost an hour just to find a good place to land near the cabin. Without a map, there was no way to find the damn cabin from the air.

“For an old gas refinery outpost, this sure is shit… the piping system still looks intact, though. I wonder why it was abandoned,” Cozy Glow muttered as she advanced from room to room, finding pretty much the same everywhere except for the final room. “Oh? What’s this?” Seeing a closed pair of hardened wooden doors that were still solid covering some sort of secret entrance that a half-destroyed carpet once concealed, she opened them.

The stench of something damp, wet, cold, and miserable filled her nostrils alongside the slight smell of rotten eggs that, while not nearly enough to cause her to gag, was still present even if mixed with the other smells. Without a moment of doubt, she descended into the depths of an old basement. Turning on her flashlight, she quickly found another locked door, this time a metal one, held close by a rusty metal lock. A firm kick to the door was enough to break the lock and force the door open.

There she found an abandoned room with only a few empty gas containers, a rotten desk, and a broken pipe leaking a weak but steady stream of gas. What kind, she did not know, but Cozy Glow smiled widely. “Oh, Sweetie Belle, it seems I’ve found the perfect scenario for your greatest and last performance.”

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“I do not understand why you hold such an unhealthy grudge against Sweetie Belle, dear. She’s a tremendously talented filly, wouldn’t harm a fly, and she has never done something to you that you did not deserve in the first place,” Filthy Rich said while watching her daughter punch a sandbag that had a picture of the unicorn filly taped to it.

“Are you saying she’s more talented than I am, daddy?” Diamond Tiara asked, frowning and intensifying the strength of her punches and kicks.

Filthy Rich took a step closer. “I would never say that, my beautiful angel. You will always be the most talented, beautiful, and capable filly and in a few months, mare, that I’ve ever known. You’re my daughter, Diamond Tiara. You’re the only good thing I’ve ever got out of your mother. Nothing and nopony will ever shine brighter than you in my eyes.”

“In your eyes,” kick. “But everypony else is watching that cheating rube instead of me!” Punch.

Filthy Rich sighed. “Honey, you know that’s not true. Sweetie Belle didn’t cheat… but Spoiled nearly did,” he groaned, crossing his arms. “Had I not stopped her, she would’ve tried to bribe Trender Hoof to choose you instead of Sweetie Belle for his upcoming bikini shoot.”

Diamond didn’t reply as she kicked the sandbag again.

“Is that what you want? To sully your name just so you can beat Sweetie Belle over an imaginary feud? To win without earning it?” Her father asked.

Diamond Tiara didn’t reply and stopped hitting the sandbag.

“Princess,” Filthy Rich sighed. “You’re talented in different ways than Sweetie Belle is. You can’t be the best at everything. Focus on what you’re good at, what makes you happy, and you’ll go far and wide, Diamond Tiara.”

The pink mare frowned. “But what if that’s not enough to make me a new Equestrian Diva?”

“Then it wasn’t meant to be, my dear,” suddenly, a knock to the door was heard. “Come in, Willford.”

“Sire,” a butler said, opening the door and showing only his head. “Your guests have arrived.”

“Ah, excellent. Honey, I must go greet my clients. Think about what I said, Diamond Tiara, and know that I will always love you, no matter what,” he then kissed her sweaty cheek and stepped out of the room.

After a full minute alone, Diamond Tiara spoke in a hushed tone. “If it gets her out of my way-” she kicked the photo and the sandbag hard enough to tear it open and completely crumble the photo. “-then I don’t give a fuck what happens to her… I’m better than her. I am prettier, more talented, and more deserving than she will ever be.”

Diamond Tiara woke up on her bed, alone. The sound of running water telling her where her girlfriend was. She was sweating profusely and took a moment to calm herself. Then, she reached for her phone to see the hour only to find a coded message from Cozy Glow ‘Getting ready for the candy party!’. She smiled, her memory put aside yet her heart tugged at her. “My father would never approve of everything I’ve done. But he doesn’t have to know. He’ll never know,” closing her eyes, she put the phone away. Getting up from the bed, she decided to wash her worries away with the aid of Silver Spoon and a warm, hot shower.

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“Ahhhhhh, this is the life!” Scootaloo moaned. “I’ll never understand why Rainbow Dash keeps saying she hates the spa when it’s just sooo good to be pampered or just relax?”

“Well, we won’t be pampered here since we ain’t having Aloe and Lotus,” Apple Bloom replied, blowing at her friend’s fingernails before using a nail file to do another one of her fingers.

“Well, yes, while my humble abode lacks the same level of attention and repute as Ponyville’s Spa does, or most other spas in general, this one is mine and we can relax as much as we want in it.”

“You said it, Rares,” Spike agreed, his chest rumbling pleasantly as the hot temperature of the room made his worries melt away. So relaxed and at peace he was, in fact, that he didn’t mind sporting a hard, throbbing erection in front of his girlfriend, her sister, and two cherished friends. Sweetie Belle sat next to him, the two lovebirds using that moment to cuddle and enjoy holding hands, kiss occasionally, and generally show affection in one form or another.

“Hey, hey, Spike,” Scootaloo called.

“Yeah, Scoots? What’s the matter?” He replied.

“What’s it like to have a cock?” The pegasus asked, her usual teasing and rambunctious tone replaced by a more serious, curious one.

That made him open his eyes. Then, he chuckled. “I don’t know. What does it feel to have a pussy?”

“Honestly, you two, don’t be so crass!” Rarity chastised.

“Sis, we’re literally butt naked inside a sauna and we’re all adults here. I think we can all overlook a bit of profanity, yes?” Sweetie Belle commented, causing her friends to giggle.

“I know! I know! But it’s the principle of the matter that counts!” Rarity protested.

Sweetie Belle leaned her head against her boyfriend’s shoulder and asked. “Now that Scoots asked that, I’m curious to know. How does it feel to have a penis, Spikey?”

Spike shrugged. “I don’t know. Natural, I guess? I mean, I’ve always had it. Can’t quite see myself without it. If I had to draw some sort of parallel I think it would be like you girls and your breasts. My dick was small when I was young and it got bigger as I grew, kinda as boobs do for mares. It may not be the same as a regular stallion, but the sentiment is the same, I guess.”

“Huh, never thought of it that way,” Apple Bloom said, cupping her breasts inquisitively for a few seconds. “Say, since we’re talking about them private parts, I saw Big Mac jerk his boot snake a few times while growing up but never got the courage to ask him. What does it feel to masturbate for you guys, Spike? Do you just do it because it feels good or do you imagine stuff happening?”

Now even Rarity was paying close attention to the conversation.

Spike suddenly found himself surrounded by mares. Apple Bloom had moved to sit on his free side, Scootaloo sat with crossed legs in front of him, and Rarity sat next to Sweetie Belle. Clearing his throat, he continued despite his cock pulsating slightly with need. “Since the cat is out of the bag, I might as well be open about it. As you might imagine, Bloom, masturbating does feel really good. But most guys usually do it because they are horny or they’re dealing with morning wood. But we also tend to do it to relieve stress and stuff. Same as mares do.”

“Does it, you know, hurt?” Scootaloo asked as her hand began pumping an invisible penis. “I can’t imagine that feeling good if it takes too long. And don’t you like, hit your balls or something?”

“No?” Spike replied, unsure. “I mean, when I do it I usually don’t go to the base and when I do my balls are still safe and sound. I know a guy can hurt himself if he does it too much or isn’t careful about it, but this guy right here,” he pointed at his red spear. “He can play rough just fine as long as it is used correctly.”

“Oh yeah, I believe that. You two are reeeeeally loud,” Apple Bloom chuckled.

“Apple Bloom, those sorts of things aren’t meant to be told!” Rarity exclaimed in a panic.

“Why not? After all the teasing we did these past days, I’m kinda surprised Spike managed to hold on as long as he did before fucking his girlfriend with everything he had,” Scootaloo barked out a little laugh at the end.

“Ohhh! Ohhh! What do you think about when you jerk off, Spikey?” Sweetie Belle asked, using a hand to caress his rigid phallus.

Spike blushed fiercely. “It’s, uhhh, complicated. It sorta depends on the mood. Like, I used to masturbate most of the time thinking about one or two of the girls or another mare around Ponyville.”

“Was it hot? Did you imagine bending them over and fucking them?” Scootaloo pressed, grinning and jumping a little where she sat.

“What? No! The most savage thing I imagined before discovering sex was getting a blowjob or making love with Rarity or Fluttershy or---” Spike’s eyes widened and he turned to Rarity. Said mare was blushing, though she didn’t try to look away. “---I… I mean… fuck it,” he exhaled while the Crusaders all shared knowing grins. “Yeah, I used to masturbate a lot thinking about you, Rarity. Like, a lot. A close second were Fluttershy and Twilight. I also had the occasional wet dream involving the other girls and so forth. Then I got over my crush, discovered sex, and the rest is history.”

“Hey, Spikey, ever gotten a mare to jerk you off before?” Sweetie Belle asked, a hand resting on his thigh dangerously close to his repeatedly throbbing erection.

“Can’t say that I have, no. But I wouldn’t mind getting one,” he replied instantly and with no hesitation or doubt. By Luna and Celestia, what is happening to me? I’ve never been so forward or open about sex with anyone before. Not even with Twilight! He rambled in his mind, frustrating himself that he didn’t find the situation weird even as he protested internally.

“Want me to do it?” Sweetie Belle asked while pressing herself harder against her boyfriend’s side. Apple Bloom gulped, staring between them and the meat-spear attached to Spike’s groin. Scootaloo scooted closer, ready to see her friend get into some action.

But Rarity’s reaction was different. She was blushing, breathing heavily, and her heart was beating hard and fast. Suddenly, before her little sister could move her hand into position, she stood up. “I’ll happily do it if you want, Spikey-Wikey.”

Everyone blinked and stared at her, dumbfounded. Unseen by all, Sweetie Belle smirked for a fraction of a second before pulling her hand back. “Be sure to do your best, Rarity~”

“Wait, seriously?” Spike blurted out. “You’re okay with that, Sweets?”

“No, I’m not. That’s why I’m telling my sister it’s okay to touch your willie,” she sighed. “Honestly, Spike, do I have to keep repeating myself here? I don’t mind as long as it's them! Besides,” she turned to the older unicorn neatly dropping to her knees in front of Spike. “It’s the least my big sister can do after everything you’ve done for her, riiiight~? She’s such a generous pony, after all.~”

Spike swallowed the ball of spit that had formed in his throat before daring to speak up. His voice was uneven and full of nervousness and desire in equal measure. “Rarity…,” he whispered her name while his cock throbbed in need of attention. “I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want this or that I’ve never wanted something like this to happen between us. I’m happy to be with Sweetie Belle and she isn’t your replacement, Rarity. I love her… but my feelings for you have never truly gone away either.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” Sweetie Belle said, her eyes glimmering as she kissed his cheek. Turning to Rarity, she continued. “Well, Rarity, what are you waiting for? You offered to give my boyfriend a handjob~ What’s the matter, chicken~?”

Having just heard that confession from the once young dragon that idolized her, Rarity felt her heart speed up into overdrive. Even after all these years and everything that happened between us, he still has feelings for me? Or… or maybe it is because of everything we’ve shared and lived through that his feelings turned genuine? Does he resent me or are his feelings for my Sweetie Belle stronger? They are stronger, I can see how strong his feelings are for her, she thought as her right hand reached for the red, pulsating member of the dragon she loved.

Any hesitation she showed was stumped away by the teasing words of her little sister. “Hmph, my Spikey-Wikey may be your boyfriend now, Sweetie, but he’ll always be my Precious Scales-,” smiling at him, she took a firm grasp of his thick, hot member. “-and he more than deserves this~”

“Fuck, this is really happening,” Spike hissed, his pupils turned into thin slits as he watched the mare he had pinned for years was freely touching his cock with her delicate, soft, dainty hand.

He began to moan while Rarity slowly stroked his member from top to bottom. She squeezed his girth with confidence, always shifting ever so slightly to accommodate her movements. Meanwhile, the tip of her fingers caressed his smooth ridges, the fleshy bumps on the underside of his shaft, and her thumb teased his tip with every pump of her hand.

“Wow… so that’s what it looks like,” Scootaloo mumbled.

“It’s… mesmerizing,” Apple Bloom added.

“Rarity, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’ve done this before~,” Sweetie Belle sang.

Rarity blushed but didn’t look away from the two emeralds that Spike called eyes. “N-Not directly, but I’ve practiced with my toys. A lady must always be prepared to please her gentlestallion… or gentledrake in this case, yes?”

“Y-You’re very good at it, Rares,” Spike moaned, steam escaping from the sides of his maw. “Faster, please.”

Rarity obliged, her hand breaking into a faster pace. Seeing an opening, she used her left hand to fondle the scaly ball sack of her beloved Spike, making him moan and his throat rumble from pleasure. “I’ve never given much thought about actually doing this with somepony else,” she said, her breathing becoming faster and irregular. “I’ve hardly had success in the fields of love. I’d dated, of course, but everything has either ended in disaster or less than stellar copulations,” leaning forth, she kissed the tip of his cock while her hands worked in unison; one gently squeezing his semen-filled testes; the other polishing his phallus, using the copious amounts of pre-cum coming out of his cockhead as lubricant. “But… this is the first time I’m enjoying the indulgence of the pleasures of the flesh that didn’t come from my own hands.”

For his part, Spike’s attention shifted from one mare to another, but all of them were focused on his cock and the now blurry hand working it in an attempt to wring out his life-giving cum. And it was working. Apple Bloom was teasing her clit, he could see her doing it. Scootaloo was licking her lips every few seconds. Sweetie Belle used her hands to caress his chest and belly, further tumbling down his will to resist for as long as possible.

All the while Rarity sat in front of him, diligently stroking him the same way she did in his deepest, most lustful fantasies of old; now a reality he was living. “R-Rarity, stop! I’m… oh fuck, this is too good! I’m gonna cum!” His warning was heard and immediately ignored as the alabaster unicorn increased the strength of her grip and the speed of her strokes. “Gah! R-Rarity! Seriously, I’m--NNGGGHH!”

No more words left his mouth, only a loud rumbling in his throat as his wings extended, his muscles clenched, and the numbing sensation of an arriving climax took control over his reflexes.

Rarity marveled at what she had achieved, having to close her left eye as the first spurt of gooey, hot, thick dragon seed landed all over her face. It was quickly followed by a second spurt, then a third, then a fourth and a fifth; each one delivering her a rich, milky reward. She let go of the rigid member when no more cum came out, but she could see with her remaining open eye just how stained her hand was.

Opening her right hand, Rarity let out a soft moan as the strings of sticky, warm cum hung from her fingers and connected with his shaft while she pulled her hands back.

Spike forgot how to breathe, though thanks to the scene before his eyes, no one could blame him for doing so. Almost the entire face of the mare he had crushed ever since he met her and eventually formed a deep, lasting, and profound friendship was covered in cum. His cum. Strings of it clung to her horn, some had landed on her mane, and some more stained her breasts and neck.

His cock didn’t go down at all, throbbing more and more as if the scene pleased it.

“Poooor Rarity, hey, Scoots, mind helping me clean up my sister?” Sweetie Belle asked as she moved next to her sister. Without waiting for an answer from her friend or big sister, she kissed the older mare on the lips. Rarity’s eyes widened for a moment before returning the loving touch of her little sister. Scootaloo joined in a moment later, licking first Rarity’s white breasts and sucking on her hard nipples.

“...” Spike opened his mouth to protest or at least say something, but nothing came out. Seeing the three girls slowly but surely swap cum-filled kisses and cleaning Rarity’s face aroused him beyond what he thought was possible.

“Looks like you need some help there, pardner. Let me clean you up~”

Apple Bloom’s voice reached his ears a moment before he watched her peer over his cum-covered shaft. She sniffed it a few times before taking a cautionary lick, taking into her mouth a good slab of his seed. She chewed on it for a few seconds before gulping loudly. Licking her lips and making sure he was seeing her doing it, she opened her mouth and took in his cock down her gullet. He stared, wide-eyed, how his friend’s lips reached the base of his cock, meeting his scales. It lasted for a few moments that stretched out to infinity, feeling her tongue twist and lap and slobber his cock relentlessly.

Then, she pulled back performing a gentle suck just so she could greedily take every last drop of his cum all to herself. His cock was released with a wet pop and he felt like cumming again right there and then.

“All clean, Spikey. Thanks for the tasty snack~”

As he looked deep into Apple Bloom’s orange eyes and past her Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle finishing up with their cleaning efforts on Rarity, he felt a raging fire inside him finally consume something deep within him.

I guess… if they want it and Sweets is okay with it, then there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

Act 2 Part 6 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!