Heating Spiceby EkhidnaChaptersPart 1Part 2Part 3Part 4EpiloguePart 1Heating Spice “You must surely be joking,” Ember, the Dragon Lord, sputtered, taken aback after what she had heard. It was a small miracle she didn’t drop or crush to pieces the cup of tea in her claws. Putting it down, she stared incredulously at the mare sitting across the table. “Why would I lie about something like that, Ember darling?” Rarity replied, ending with a classy giggle. She then took a long, loud sip of her tea before placing it down. “Honestly, is it really something that strange to ask?” “I may not know much about pony culture, but I’m sure asking a friend ‘Would you like to fuck with my husband?’ isn’t something many creatures would consider normal, Rarity,” Ember replied, trying to sound as serious as she could in her agitated state. “Is this some sort of joke or a weird pony holiday I don’t know about like that Prankfest Day?” Rarity waved a hand, smiling all the time. “Not at all, darling. I’m entirely serious. If you’re not interested, I understand.” A rebellious blush appeared on her cheeks instantly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested!” She snapped back at her friend. Drinking the rest of her tea, she crossed her arms, her eyes squinting suspiciously as she examined the mare. “Why would you offer Spike to me like that? Is he… okay with it? I thought marriage meant you two couldn’t mate with other creatures.” “Marriage is a complicated thing, dear. We would be sitting here for days were I to explain its many nuances, ins and outs, how it works, when it's working, how a stable relationship keeps the marriage together and many, many more points I certainly don’t wish to discuss right now!” The unicorn replied in good humor, though her voice showed a hint of annoyance and pain when mentioning the subject. “But what I can do is assure you that Spike is on board with it. We don’t do this willy-nilly, you know?” “Willy-ni--?” Ember shook her head. “Wait wait wait. I’m very confused right now. You’ve done this before?” She scoffed and looked away. “Of course you’ve done this before,” she muttered to herself, feeling some of her sanity slipping away. “Things may work differently on the Dragon Lands but doesn’t that count as what other creatures call cheating?” “To the uneducated and ignorant, absolutely. But what Spike and I have is special. Unbreakable, dare I say.” Rarity blushed. “Say I accept to mate with Spike,” Ember leaned in a little. “Does he know I’m, you know?” She pointed a claw to her stomach. “Would that be a problem?” “Oh-ho-ho-ho, daaaarling!” Rarity fanned a hand rapidly at her friend’s revelation. “That’s precisely why I invited you!” “Then I accept,” Ember said, smiling. Leaning forward and nearly pressing her face against Ember’s, Rarity’s blush nearly transformed her entire face into a red orb while she smiled from ear to ear. “Splendid! Ember, darling, I can’t wait to see my Spikey-Wikey breed you!” “You can’t what!?” Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this! Part 2White noise rang inside her skull for a few moments before shaking her head. “You’re going to watch us mate!?” “Of course, darling! That’s part of the fun,” letting out a longing sigh, the unicorn continued. “Seeing my Precious Scales pounding away at another mare’s nethers, filling them up with his hot and fertile life-giving goo, watching them writhe in pleasure while I watch closely, encouraging him to, pardon my language, fuckthe slut’s brains out bring me a joy you cannot imagine, Ember dearest.” Ember stared at her blushing friend who was practically swooning after her detailed description. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “While that’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard, it certainly reaches close to the mountaintop. Why in Equestria would you get off on that?!” She protested. “When you asked me to mate with him I thought it was because he asked you to!” Rarity smirked. “Darling, you know how Spike is. He doesn’t rely on others when he can do things himself. No, this is entirely my idea.” Ember felt dizzy for a moment. She had been through many political and diplomatic hurdles, fought against several foes, and gone into her fair share of sticky situations, but all of that experience was completely useless at that moment. Looking at Rarity’s blue eyes, she felt both a nervousness she couldn’t quite understand and a sense of eagerness to match the former. Taking a calming breath she asked. “Why would you want that sort of thing? What do you get out of it?” Is… is Spike really okay with this? Does he know?” “Of course he knows, Ember,” Rarity began. “I mean, I can’t sit next to the bed and watch my husband have his way with other mares if he doesn’t know about it, now can I?” She giggled. “And what do I get out of it? To see my handsome Spikey-Wikey breed another mare and put a foal in her belly. There’s nothing more exciting than seeing it happening!” She moaned, nearly drooling as she recalled pleasing memories. “I admit this is an odd request and that not every creature will understand it, but it’s something that makes us happy and we enjoy as a married couple.” “Fair enough, I guess,” the dragoness sighed. “Okay. If I understand this correctly, you want me to mate with Spike while you are watching and you’re totally fine if I end up pregnant and lay his egg?” She asked, raising a scale eyebrow. Rarity nodded vividly. “Quite so. Quite so! In fact, we would be more than happy to see it happen. I am betting on you getting pregnant by the way.” “This is so weird,” Ember muttered, her cheeks burning fiercely. “Why, may I ask?” “First, let me ask you something, Ember. What do you see in Spike? Are you sure you want him to fuck you senseless?” Rarity asked as if it was the most natural thing. “What’s not to like? He was my first friend, gave up being Dragon Lord handling me the Scepter, he’s honorable, courageous, and loyal. Unlike most other male dragons, he’s not an absolute douchebag or an insufferable ass. He knows who he is, what he wants, and he’s also super hot now!” She finished with a laugh that was joined by one of Rarity. “Honestly, Rarity, him being in love with you was the only thing that prevented me from asking him to be my Mate.” “I thought dragons didn’t marry?” Rarity asked in genuine intrigue. “We don’t. At least, not in the same way other creatures pronounce their Mates. It’s a lot simpler with us dragons. When two dragons want to be together, they declare they are Mates, exchange a few scales, join hoards, and usually search two neighboring caves or one big enough for both of them,” Ember explained. “My, how practical. Hardly romantic but by dragon standards that’s quite surprising to hear,” the unicorn commented, surprised at that information. “Smolder never mentioned anything about that before.” “Since she decided to stay here in Equestria she skipped a lot of dragon lessons and cultural practices. But it was for the best, I always had a hunch that she was similar to Spike and would be happier away from the Dragon Lands,” she smiled, for a split moment thinking of the dragoness. “In any case, usually a dragon Mating lasts until one of them dies or if they get into a nasty fight and want to leave. Then they fight to the death and the winner keeps everything and is ‘single’ again, so to speak.” “Aaaand that’s the pickle ehe he he,” Rarity drolled, barely able to fight the urge to roll her eyes in the process. “You dragons really can’t do anything without trying to pick up a fight, can you?” Ember shrugged. “Most of us are quite rowdy, though I’ve been trying to cull that down as of late.” “Good to hear,” finishing her tea, the fashionista pressed on. “So you do have those sorts of feelings for Spike. Good to know it wasn’t my imagination, dear.” “About the second thing… yes, I want to mate with him and produce an egg,” she admitted trying to sound cool and serious, but her blush gave her true feelings away. “It’s been harder and harder to suppress my urges each year during mating season, and since it started a few days ago, I’m quite literally heating up from the inside. This year I fear I’ll give in and let the first dick I see fuck me and put an egg in me. Your invitation came like a blessing, Rarity.” She revealed, slumping ever so slightly on her chair as if a huge weight was being lifted from her shoulders. “And I’ll be damned if my first hatchling is the product of my own carelessness.” Rarity nodded in understanding. “So you rather make sure Spike gets to be the father rather than a random dragon? That’s admirable of you, Ember. I mean it,” Rarity smiled warmly. “Now, are you sure you want to do this?” Ember nodded. “I am, but I still have a few questions I’d like to be answered if you don’t mind?” “Of course, Ember dear. What would you like to know?” “H-How many times have you two done this?” She gulped and tugged a hand close to her heart, grasping her robe tightly. “Do you just invite anyone that strikes your liking or something? I mean,” she brought her other hand to meet her forehead, her head feeling as if it was spinning. “Do you do this sort of thing regularly?” “Ah,” the alabaster mare bobbed her head in understanding. “We don’t do this as regularly as I would wish, but it happens every now and again. As for who we invite? We are very careful about it and we only ask close friends who may be interested in such an experience. Of course, we inform them of everything that’s going to happen, how it works, make sure they are comfortable and up to it, that sort of thing. Not much dissimilar than what we are doing right now, darling.” “That’s reassuring. Thanks, Rarity. Next question. Is it really that exciting? I can’t really picture seeing my mate breeding another dragoness and finding it hot.” “It is an entirely personal peculiarity, dear. You could say it is part of my fetishes. Every creature has one. In my case, I adore being treated like a cheap whore, get spanked, and being a cuck. And before you ask, cuckolding is when a couple likes to have sexual relationships with a third-party in which usually one does the humping while the other does the watching. Guess which I am~” she sang in a teasing tone. “In our case, I simply adore seeing my husband fuck other mares while I watch and encourage him.” She coughed. “It’s even better if she gets pregnant!” “You’re seriously one messed up pony, Rarity,” Ember chuckled. “Do you seriously get your rocks off when a mare that’s not you getting pregnant?” “Oh, sweet diamond deep underground YES!” She moaned. “To think that my precious scales, my perfect Spikey-Wikey, my husband is making the bellies of other mares other than me big, gravid, and full of life fills me with excitement I can’t possibly hope to describe with mere words! And to see it happening, to be there when it happens, to witness the precise moment his seed finds that fertile egg to spawn a new life into this world? And to be the one that encouraged it to happen in the first place!? Mmmmfffff~~~!” She fanned herself with a hand. “I can’t wait to see you make love and fuck and breed. Promise me you’ll come to visit me so I can see your belly swell before you lay your egg?” She pleaded, pouting a little and blinking rapidly in an attempt to look cute and supplicant. “You’re really into it, huh?” The Dragon Lord commented, finding the situation amusing. “I gotta be honest, Rarity. Part of me thinks I’m getting way over my head on this one. But another part of me really, really wants this to happen,” a tiny, cute smile formed from her curled lips. “I love that idiot that is too nice for his own good and to have a hatchling with him is an opportunity I don’t want to pass up.” “Excellent!” Rarity clapped her hands. Getting off her chair, she ran around the table to hug her friend tightly. “You can’t imagine what this means for us!” “Thank you?” Replied the dragoness, unsure. “You know, Rarity, I’ve gotten pretty used to this whole hugging thing. It’s pretty nice. No wonder Spike does it,” she said before standing up herself, standing a few centimeters taller than the alabaster unicorn to return her hug; their generous bosoms squishing against the other as they hugged. “That reminds me; since Spike has gotten other females pregnant, don’t you have a hatch--I mean a foal of your own?” Stepping back, Rarity let out a longing sigh. “It’s on our to-do list, dear. We want foals, I’m waiting on my next heat to finally get pregnant with his progeny. Not that I don’t adore all of the little rascals we’ve helped conceive, mind you.” “How many ‘rascals’ are there?” Se asked, not bothering to try hiding her interest or audible gulp. “Ohhhhh~? Why the sudden interest in that particular area, darliiiing~?” Rarity teased. “Virility is something many dragonesses seek on their possible partners. Highly virile dragons are the ones that tend to get snatched on Matings, as a matter of fact,” she replied. Looking at her friend’s expression, she knew she saw more than just a glint of smugness reflected in her eyes. “Ohohohohooooo, Eeeembeeer~! I can assure you that on that aspect my Spikey-Wikey isn’t lacking,” leaning forth until her mouth was next to her hearing canal, she whispered. “In fact, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find out that he is quite filling in the matters of the flesh~” Ember could feel her entire body tremble, her robe threatening to combust into flames from the rising heat within her body after hearing that declaration from her friend’s mouth. She was about to open her mouth to ask her something when the chime of the front door was heard. “Rarity, honey, I’m home!” Spike announced. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this! Part 3“We’re in the living room, dearest!” Rarity called out. The door clicked and a couple of seconds later Spike entered the living room wearing his usual regal attire befitting his position as Ambassador of Friendship. The mare moved to hug her husband, the two meeting midway to share a tight, loving embrace. Ember wanted to look away, but as much as she tried to give the couple a little privacy, she couldn’t turn her head away or just avert her gaze. Her heart clenched tightly for a moment as a pang of jealousy and longing struck her when the couple kissed openly and uncaringly before her. The moment of weakness passed, forcing it down just as they ended their heartfelt greeting. As they pulled apart, she took a moment to admire her old and first friend. He had grown a lot over the past few years that was for sure. Gone was the lovable runt she met on the Gauntlet, now replaced by a confident and strong dragon about her same height. “Hey there, Ember. Everything’s fine in the Dragon Lands?” He asked as he approached her, his arms spread wide to make his intentions clear. “Yeah, everything’s fine for once. That’s why I managed to come all the way here,” spreading her arms knowing what was coming, she replied. The two dragons hugged with the Dragon Lord letting out a short puff of air, surprised to feel his newfound strength. She had to fight against her wings to prevent them from unfolding. Wow… I never expected him to get this strong so fast… he’s always been kind of wimpy… although, he did save me and push that large boulder off of Garble during the Gauntlet now that I remember… for Bahamuth’s, has he always been this strong but decided to hide it? She thought as she melted into the embrace. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest and she nuzzled his neck, taking in his scent. Soon, much too soon he ended the embrace forcing her to come back to her senses. Opening her eyes, not knowing when she had closed them, she saw Rarity smirking at her and biting her lower lip; her eyes shining with a knowing glow. “When did you arrive? I thought you’d be here way later or tomorrow,” he asked without letting go of her completely as his hands rested on her hips. Ember swallowed the ball of mercury that had formed in her maw. She was surprised, in a good way, by Spike’s forward actions. He was always so infuriatingly respectful, proper, and well-mannered during meetings and laid back in general. Sure, he enjoyed getting wild from time to time but being rambunctious like other dragons wasn’t his thing. For him to go acting so forward and confident, unashamed to hold her in a less-than-proper manner right in front of his wife made her heart skip a few beats and she didn’t know why. “I managed to get things done ahead of time and decided to head here before another rock headed idiot screwed something up,” she replied, not trying to move away from his hold. “Rarity has been keeping me company since I arrived.” “That’s my Rarity for you, haha!” He chuckled. “What have you been talking about, if that’s okay to ask?” He finished the question with a grope to her hips. “We’ve been talking about some girl stuff, dearest,” Rarity replied before the dragoness could react. “A little bit of gossip here, catching up with our lives there. You know, the usual,” she walked next to her husband, resting her head on his left shoulder and looking her dead in the eye. “Oh! We also talked about you fucking her silly until her legs gave out.” It was a wonder why her jaw didn’t hit the floor at that moment. Sex and mating had never bothered her, but seeing and hearing the classy and poised Rarity talk so vulgarly, so casually about it and treat it as the most natural thing was off-putting for some reason. She wanted to recoil and protest, but Spike’s hold over her hips prevented her from doing so. Not because he was forcing her to stay there; his touch was gentle and soft, warm, welcoming, and inviting. No. She couldn’t move because of how good and right it felt to be held like that by the one dragon she held genuine romantic feelings for. “And what did you say, Ember?” Spike asked. “I… uhh,” she cleared her throat. “I accepted it. It’s a bit strange, I have to say, but I really want it to happen.” Spike’s smile widened a little more, his expression somewhat apologetic. “Yeah, I know I was in your spot when Rarity proposed it that to me the first time.” “But you warmed up to it quite nicely, dear!” Rarity butted in, planting a firm kiss on his cheek. “And we always make sure everypony is comfortable, willing, and that the experience is pleasing~” “That we do,” he replied at the same time he increased his grip over Ember’s hips making her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure you want this, Ember?” “I do,” she replied without hesitation. “If you’ll have me.” Spike’s smile turned into a naughty smirk. “Good. You can’t imagine the times I’ve fucked my wife while imagining it was you I was making love to, Ember.” “For fucks sake, you too!?” Ember protested, blushing madly while Rarity giggled, snuggling closer to her beloved husband. He shrugged. “What can I say? Once Rarity convinced me to give our relationship that sort of change it grew on me remarkably quickly. Maybe it has something to do with me being a dragon, but it kinda feels right to me, in a sense. Smolder explained a little and Garble was a pain in the ass, but I think that’s what I got from it. Garble said something about dragon Mating, though.” Ember nodded. “Think of it as kind of like pony marriage-” “Almost romantic, simple, and could end up brutally, dear,” Rarity added. “-but the vast majority of dragons go without choosing a Mate. Males tend to prefer sleeping around and females like to keep their options open,” said the dragoness and a quick glance at Rarity revealed she was going to tell him her little secret if she wasn’t. I’m already knee-deep in this mess. Might as well see the end of it, she thought before continuing. “I’ve been around a few times out of season, so I’m not a newbie when it comes to sex. But Spike, I… I always thought of you like the one I would ask to be my Mate if you weren’t married to Rarity.” Now that riled him up. She could feel his body heat increase and almost hear his beating heart increasing its pace. He then moved forth and she didn’t stop him. In fact, she welcomed his embrace as his hands left her hips to move behind her, each hand taking a healthy chunk of her meaty buttocks and groping them hard. “Mmmm~” she moaned involuntarily. It was hardly the first time a male had groped her ass but it was the first time it felt so good. “Glad to see the feeling is mutual, Ember,” Spike said in a husky tone. It was odd to hear him being suave and charming towards her, but it was highly effective. Pressing himself against her, her breasts mashed against his chest and below a hard, hot something pressing against her crotch. “Did my wife tell you everything or is there something else you’d like to know?” Ember looked into his green eyes and recognized the hunger, the lust, and the desire in them. Most importantly, she could see the reflection of her orange eyes in them and saw the same thing reflecting from them. Any lingering doubt vanished, any second guess was thrown away from her mind. It was going to happen and she desired it. Before she could really think about it, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, pulling him into their first lip-locking kiss. She had expected him to be like other male dragons: brutish, rough, and domineering. Then again, she reminded herself, she was dealing with Spike. His kiss was hot and sweet, he never forced her to take more than what she desired to do. They kissed for several moments, their tongues barely meeting a few times during the ordeal until she pulled away. To her surprise, the moment their lips separated a hand grabbed her jaw, holding her in place to allow him to continue the kiss for a few more seconds. “Mmmmmmfff~” moaned the Dragon Lord, savoring the flavor of the drake she loved in an attempt to memorize his taste right there and then. Having had his fill, the kiss ended leaving only a couple of saliva strings as evidence of the deed. A few seconds later when her breathing returned to normal she noticed that both his hands were still gripping her asscheeks. Following the arm that was holding her jaw, she found it belonged to Rarity, who was smiling lovingly and blushing just as hard as she was. “Who knew you had that kind of drive-in you, Ember. Are you trying to steal my husband?” She let out a dainty laugh. “Many have tried, darling. But Spikey-Wikey belongs to me~ But you’re welcome to try and do your worst. Please, do so~” she breathed out showcasing her increasing lust. “That reminds me,” she said, finally more confident now that she didn’t have to hold back as much. “How many kids do you have? Rarity didn’t want to tell me.” “Avoiding to answer the question to let others more suited to give you the surprise isn’t ‘not wanting to tell you’ it is choosing who gets to say it, Ember,” Rarity corrected, letting go of her jaw. Spike shook his head as he smiled, now used to his wife’s silly antics. “I have nine children so far, Ember.” He answered her question without hesitation and nearly bursting with pride. “I have two with Gabby. Two with Smolder. And one with Trixie, Starlight, Twilight, Ocellus, and Coco Pommel each.” “So many,” Ember commented, amazed. “Smolder never told me her two hatchlings were yours. I wonder why? And do you… spend time with them? You know, be a father to them?” “Sometimes,” he admitted. “We cherish them all, but except for Twilight, the rest of the girls wanted a foal without settling down for good, so I’m not really involved unless they ask me to or if I happen to be nearby to look at the kids. Twilight is a good mother to our daughter. All she asked of me was to be her father whenever possible. If you want that, we can work something out.” “I would like that. Being the Dragon Lord won’t exactly let me raise my hatchlings freely,” she breathed out. “And are all of them okay with this? Surely a problem has popped up.” “Nothing we couldn’t handle. But yeah, everyone is okay with it. Everyone wins in the end and as Rarity surely explained, we do some research beforehand. We need to make sure everyone involved is okay with it and knows what we’re getting into.” “No one has backed out?” Ember asked with some skepticism. “Oh no, darling. Plenty have done so after my explanation. Being a cuck, in my case a cuckquean, isn’t a universal descriptor. Some like to be humiliated, others like to be ordered around, others like to watch, and so on and so on. In my case, I enjoy some humiliation, being compared with the mare that truly deserves my husband’s cum, and getting involved in the action by watching or encouraging my beloved with self-degradation.” She snuggled her dragon stud. “Many creatures find that off-putting and we’ve had a few pull out during the act itself.” Ember nodded, finding her friend’s openness remarkable and disturbing in equal measure. “So… how are we doing this?” “Quite simple, darling. We’re going to go upstairs and take it from there,” the unicorn explained proudly. “You’ll understand. Oh, since this is your first time you don’t have to reply to whatever we say. Just do and say whatever you want and focus on enjoying our time together. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say the word ‘Keto’ and we’ll stop right away.” “Keto, got it,” Ember then pressed herself more against Spike’s chest. “Shall we?” “Quite eager~ I like that,” Rarity purred in delight. Suddenly, Spike shoved Rarity to the side, not quite rudely but not gently either. “Keep your distance, wench. Don’t you see I have a true beauty to please, one that deserves my seed, unlike your disgraceful being?” “Yes, yes, of course. I’m--I’m very sorry, Spike…” Rarity apologized, immediately turning submissive and backing away a little. Ember was about to protest when she saw the look of absolute elation plastered all over Rarity’s face and the burning excitement she could feel inside Spike’s chest. They… they weren’t kidding. By Bahamuth’s tail, they are actually into this! She realized in a panic, not because of the realization itself, but because she felt excited and her loins burned like never before after watching that little display of control. The trip to the bedroom was a quick one. Rarity used her magic to close everything and lock every door to her home. As they climbed the stairs, a part of her felt bad for enjoying being caressed and held tightly by Spike as they walked side by side while his wife followed them three or four stairs behind and never closer than that. Arriving at the second floor and soon at the door leading to their bedroom, Spike spoke up again. “Open the door.” Rarity obeyed without question, fumbling in her excitement. Once she opened it, she stepped back to allow them first entry. “Good, you remembered this time. I guess you’re not as stupid as I thought you were, bitch. For that, I may reward you. If I don’t forget,” he chuckled. Turning to Ember, he hugged her tightly. “It’s been so long since the last time I could enjoy the warmth of a real mare. All I have to put up with is that cheap skank over there,” hugging her, he captured her lips again. Ember melted into the kiss. She didn’t approve of her friend talking like that, nor did she thought he had the capability of being cruel even if it was being feigned. Fake or not, she returned his kiss with the same affection, and this time she took a more active role. Clinging to him tightly, they began making out, her heat mixing with years of suppressed emotions finally unbottled made her lash out to him in desperation. It was well into their making out time that she noticed something was tearing her robe. Half-opening an eye, she found Rarity using her magic to ease the process of tearing them with minimal damage until she was completely bare. Spike ended their session to take a step back and spread his arms. Rarity crawled to him and began unclothing him. First, she removed his necklace, then his shirt, followed by his shorts and finally his underwear. Unlike in the Dragon Lands where clothing was minimal to nonexistent outside wearing armor, he grew accustomed to clothes, and thus, it was her first time actually seeing him naked. She could feel her drenched pussy become sopping wet at what she saw. Toned abs and a firm, muscular torso the likes she’d imagined when they hugged minutes prior. His scales were pristine, polished, even more than hers showcasing his beauty, health, and power. His wings were wide as hers and just as powerful, his slim and prehensile. “Our hatchling will be strong,” she commented while looking him up and down. Every inch of his body screamed power, but it was a contained, measured, and controlled power. He knew how to use it and that only served to make him disgustingly more handsome in her eyes. “No wonder Smolder agreed to lay two of your offspring…” “You’re one to talk,” Spike replied, his cock twitching and throbbing madly with lust. “You’re built like a true dragon goddess. Unlike the cow udders of my wife, your breasts are heavy and big, befitting your beautiful figure. Your hips are wide, strong; perfect to lay entire clutches of eggs at a time. Compared to hers,” he said glancing at Rarity who was now standing in the nude away from them looking intently at them. He approached Ember without fear, kneeling before her to grab her thighs, hips, and ass. “You outmatch her in every sense. Sometimes I wonder why I married that fat cow,” he spat venomously. “Are you watching, Rarity? Make sure to keep an eye as I please a true female. One who deserves all the pleasure I can provide and more.” “Y-Yes! I-I’ll watch! I am watching it! Please, show me my place, let me witness what I don’t deserve and which I can’t reach!” The unicorn begged as she rubbed her thighs together, her fur matted with her leaking juices as they fell. Ember looked down at Spike to see him nuzzle her flat, strong belly for a few seconds. “Yeeeees. I can feel her heat, I can smell her now,” he sniffed her cunt deeply. “Aaaahhh! Mmmmffmmm!” Ember moaned, finding the strange situation increasingly hotter by the second. “C-Can you smell me?” She began, deciding to be part of the action. “That’s my body wanting your seed, Spike. I need you inside me! I need you to give me fertile eggs and hatchlings to raise!” She looked at Rarity and smirked cruelly. “I need to see your wife watch~” “That can be easily solved~” he replied seductively. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this! Part 4With the attitude befitting a Dragon Lord, she nearly tackled Spike into the ground. Fortunately for both, he had been expecting her to react like that and only ended up taking a few steps back. Their scaled bodies pressed against each other tightly, her lips exploring his neck and her hands grasping every inch they could reach. He did much the same, his hands immediately reaching down to grope her buttocks once more, kneading them with palpable hunger. With a flap of her wings aiding her jump, Ember managed to wrap her legs around his waist causing their sexes to rub against each other. She could feel his hard, throbbing malehood parting her lower lips; her crotch burning like molten magma urging her to be speared by that thick totem of meat and take his seed into her nesting-womb in order to breed new life. Scooping her up until her breasts were smothering his face, Spike proceeded to kiss and lick at them affectionately. Wrapping his lips around one of her succulent blue and tender nipples, he started to suck and play with it. Ember wanted to protest. Dragon mating wasn’t a lengthy or romantic affair, it was only a means to end the heat and of getting quick pleasure and relief. But just hearing the muffled moans of Rarity who was watching them intently was more than enough to put those thoughts aside and embrace whatever debauchery her friends could deliver. With a couple of steps back, Spike reached the edge of the bed and sat before laying over it. It forced Ember to release his waist and use her knees for support while sitting on his lap. With her tail raised high, he was able to freely spread her apart and give his wife a good view of her nethers. “See this? This is the pussy I’m going to make love to until I leave it properly bred,” he claimed, and with a move from his hips, his cock smacked against her wet cunt producing a satisfactory smack. Moving a finger inside her opening, he wriggled it around for a few seconds until he pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth, savoring her taste. “I love the taste of fresh, fertile pussy. Ember,” he called her. “My cock isn’t wet enough yet. Any ideas on what is to be done to solve the issue?” Ember took the hint and smirked, shooting a glance at Rarity whilst doing so. “Perhaps your wife can help with that?” “Hhmmm, I did promise her a price,” he reflected. “Rarity!” “Yes, my husband?” The unicorn replied eagerly. “I have decided what your reward will be. You shall prepare my cock with your mouth and after you’re done, you will kneel and sit there and watch as I give Ember what you don’t deserve to have,” he chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally dump your worthless, rancid ass and leave with her.” “MMMMFFFFFF~” Rarity’s moans were only matched by a pair of fingers playing with her privates. “A-At once, Spike. P-Please… don’t leave me! N-No one else will take this old nagging hag in!” She cried, desperately. Crawling again, she reached the edge of the bed, she then kissed his heavy balls before speaking. “I don’t deserve your mercy, my love. But please, don’t leave me,” she kissed them again, more soundly and firmly this time. “I’ll do anything you wish of me!” Taking a firm hold of the base of his ridged phallus, she began licking and kissing it; her free hand was busy in between her legs, steadily creating a pool on the floor formed from her juices. “That’s it, Rarity. Prepare his cock for me. I need to take him with ease. Finally you weak ponies will be of some use for a change,” Ember ordered, using her tail to force Rarity to stop licking his member and start fellating him. Spike smiled at her and she could feel the deep, throaty moan of approval Rarity let out through her tail wrapped around her neck. While Rarity was busy serving her husband’s dragonhood in preparation to penetrate the blue-scaled dragoness, Spike and Ember shared quick, tongue-filled kisses whilst their hands were busy exploring each other’s bodies. It took only a few moments to get his phallus properly wet and ready for what was to come. Letting go of Rarity’s throat, Ember rose her hips and in response, Spike groped her waist tightly. “That’s enough, Rarity. As always, your skills leave much to be desired. But spit is fine and yours is slimy as that of a slug, so it works perfectly for lubrication. Now, guide my cock to her entrance. Watch closely, my beloved wife,” he mocked. “Witness as my cock pierces the folds of a true female; a worthy female of receiving my cum and my love!” Ember looked back when Rarity didn’t reply but obeyed as she was told. For a moment she felt like ending it when she saw tears falling across her friend’s cheeks, but when she saw her wide, drooling, stupid smile her rising guilt was consumed by her lust. Lowering her hips, her folds wave way to Spike’s girthy phallus, stretching her wider than any other dragon she’d laid with before. “S-So big!” She cried out in pleasure. “Dammit, Spike, you’re so damn warm it feels like you’re burning my insides!” She moaned again, gripping his shoulders as she sank more of his meat inside her tight egg-laying canal. “You’re one to talk,” he moaned loudly. “You’re as hot as magma! How long has it been since the last time a male took you for a ride, Ember?” “It’s been a w-while,” she replied. “No wonder you’re so damn tight,” he moaned again. “Fucking my wife is like trying to fuck a stale, cold fleshlight. Even my hand feels better.” “I’m sorry for being a worthless whore, my husband!” Rarity apologized, her eyes wide as she watched Ember take Spike’s member to the base. Both dragons let out a rumbling groan when their hips met and Ember’s pussy squirted some of her juices to wash her face. “All I can do is sit here and watch as you fuck and breed and rut and give other mares the pleasure I don’t fucking deserve! To see their bellies swell up with your love while mine remains lifeless because I am unworthy of receiving your life-giving seed, dearest husband of mine!” “FUUUCK!” Ember screamed, raising her hips until his cock nearly escaped her pussy, but with only his fleshy barbed cockhead remaining, she impaled herself on his meat spear after hearing what Rarity had said. Spike took this in stride and began to pound her pussy relentlessly. “So deeeeep! Sooo gooood!” She cried out. “I-I’ve been wanting this for so long! Harder! Faster! Breed me, Spike!” “Gladly~” was his reply. With his firm grip over her waist, he proceeded to match her movements with thrusts of his own, each strike meeting with a lovely wet slapping noise. “Yeeeees, show me what I don’t deserve! What is above me! Show this worthless mare what she’ll never get to experience herself! The love, the care, the meaning of being a maaaaaare!” She cried out, unblinking; eyes fixated on the rapid thrusting happening mere inches away from her face; droplets of the dragoness’ hot nectar splashing all over her face. “HE IS MINE!” Ember suddenly roared, snapping back at the alabaster mare with a wide grin on her face. “He belongs to me! Your husband will give me plenty of hatchlings!” Seeing the excitement in Rarity’s eyes, she pressed harder. “Why should he settle for a mare like you when he can have me, the Dragon Lord herself, as his Mate?” “P-Please, don’t leave me behind! Take me with you, please! I love my husband!” She cried out, a hand buried in her crotch while the other pinched at her hard nipples, switching from one to the other every few seconds. “I won’t,” she promised. “After all, I will need a maid to raise our hatchlings.” “RRRGGGGAAAH!” Spike growled, drooling and bucking his hips harder and faster, Ember clung to him for dear life, and Rarity howled like a banshee. Ember’s words struck deep in all of them bringing them over the edge nearly at the same time. The first to reach his climax was Spike, shutting his eyes as he deposited gush after gush of his virile seed deep within Ember’s innermost cavern. He filled her with so much baby batter that her toned belly bloated slightly to simulate a few months of pregnancy on a mare. The Dragon Lord climaxed in the midst of being filled with so much cum she could feel it sloshing inside her nesting-womb; the egg forming inside her already more than fertilized. Lastly, Rarity collapsed on the floor, squirting all over the place in what was a mind-numbing orgasm. It took them several minutes to regain a semblance of normality, but when their breathing was no longer ragged, Rarity was the first to speak up. “For a first-timer, you were perfect, Ember dear!” Ember smiled, the illusion now broken she felt even more relieved while resting on top of Spike. “Thanks, I kinda went with what felt right. Hope I wasn’t too harsh?” “Trust me, Ember, the harsher the more she likes it,” Spike breathed out. “Damn, that was intense. Had fun? Enjoyed yourself?” “Immensely,” Ember replied before they shared a chaste kiss. “I know this may be me being stupid and my big mouth getting ahead of my brain but… this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, right?” Rarity squealed in delight and Spike kissed her. Flipping to the side, Rarity hugged her friend from behind, her hands going to her belly. Rubbing it tenderly, she whispered before cuddling her. “I can’t wait to see you gravid and laying your egg, dear. Don’t worry about clothing, I’ll do them free of charge~” The End. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this! EpilogueSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Part 1Heating Spice “You must surely be joking,” Ember, the Dragon Lord, sputtered, taken aback after what she had heard. It was a small miracle she didn’t drop or crush to pieces the cup of tea in her claws. Putting it down, she stared incredulously at the mare sitting across the table. “Why would I lie about something like that, Ember darling?” Rarity replied, ending with a classy giggle. She then took a long, loud sip of her tea before placing it down. “Honestly, is it really something that strange to ask?” “I may not know much about pony culture, but I’m sure asking a friend ‘Would you like to fuck with my husband?’ isn’t something many creatures would consider normal, Rarity,” Ember replied, trying to sound as serious as she could in her agitated state. “Is this some sort of joke or a weird pony holiday I don’t know about like that Prankfest Day?” Rarity waved a hand, smiling all the time. “Not at all, darling. I’m entirely serious. If you’re not interested, I understand.” A rebellious blush appeared on her cheeks instantly. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested!” She snapped back at her friend. Drinking the rest of her tea, she crossed her arms, her eyes squinting suspiciously as she examined the mare. “Why would you offer Spike to me like that? Is he… okay with it? I thought marriage meant you two couldn’t mate with other creatures.” “Marriage is a complicated thing, dear. We would be sitting here for days were I to explain its many nuances, ins and outs, how it works, when it's working, how a stable relationship keeps the marriage together and many, many more points I certainly don’t wish to discuss right now!” The unicorn replied in good humor, though her voice showed a hint of annoyance and pain when mentioning the subject. “But what I can do is assure you that Spike is on board with it. We don’t do this willy-nilly, you know?” “Willy-ni--?” Ember shook her head. “Wait wait wait. I’m very confused right now. You’ve done this before?” She scoffed and looked away. “Of course you’ve done this before,” she muttered to herself, feeling some of her sanity slipping away. “Things may work differently on the Dragon Lands but doesn’t that count as what other creatures call cheating?” “To the uneducated and ignorant, absolutely. But what Spike and I have is special. Unbreakable, dare I say.” Rarity blushed. “Say I accept to mate with Spike,” Ember leaned in a little. “Does he know I’m, you know?” She pointed a claw to her stomach. “Would that be a problem?” “Oh-ho-ho-ho, daaaarling!” Rarity fanned a hand rapidly at her friend’s revelation. “That’s precisely why I invited you!” “Then I accept,” Ember said, smiling. Leaning forward and nearly pressing her face against Ember’s, Rarity’s blush nearly transformed her entire face into a red orb while she smiled from ear to ear. “Splendid! Ember, darling, I can’t wait to see my Spikey-Wikey breed you!” “You can’t what!?” Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this!
Part 2White noise rang inside her skull for a few moments before shaking her head. “You’re going to watch us mate!?” “Of course, darling! That’s part of the fun,” letting out a longing sigh, the unicorn continued. “Seeing my Precious Scales pounding away at another mare’s nethers, filling them up with his hot and fertile life-giving goo, watching them writhe in pleasure while I watch closely, encouraging him to, pardon my language, fuckthe slut’s brains out bring me a joy you cannot imagine, Ember dearest.” Ember stared at her blushing friend who was practically swooning after her detailed description. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “While that’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard, it certainly reaches close to the mountaintop. Why in Equestria would you get off on that?!” She protested. “When you asked me to mate with him I thought it was because he asked you to!” Rarity smirked. “Darling, you know how Spike is. He doesn’t rely on others when he can do things himself. No, this is entirely my idea.” Ember felt dizzy for a moment. She had been through many political and diplomatic hurdles, fought against several foes, and gone into her fair share of sticky situations, but all of that experience was completely useless at that moment. Looking at Rarity’s blue eyes, she felt both a nervousness she couldn’t quite understand and a sense of eagerness to match the former. Taking a calming breath she asked. “Why would you want that sort of thing? What do you get out of it?” Is… is Spike really okay with this? Does he know?” “Of course he knows, Ember,” Rarity began. “I mean, I can’t sit next to the bed and watch my husband have his way with other mares if he doesn’t know about it, now can I?” She giggled. “And what do I get out of it? To see my handsome Spikey-Wikey breed another mare and put a foal in her belly. There’s nothing more exciting than seeing it happening!” She moaned, nearly drooling as she recalled pleasing memories. “I admit this is an odd request and that not every creature will understand it, but it’s something that makes us happy and we enjoy as a married couple.” “Fair enough, I guess,” the dragoness sighed. “Okay. If I understand this correctly, you want me to mate with Spike while you are watching and you’re totally fine if I end up pregnant and lay his egg?” She asked, raising a scale eyebrow. Rarity nodded vividly. “Quite so. Quite so! In fact, we would be more than happy to see it happen. I am betting on you getting pregnant by the way.” “This is so weird,” Ember muttered, her cheeks burning fiercely. “Why, may I ask?” “First, let me ask you something, Ember. What do you see in Spike? Are you sure you want him to fuck you senseless?” Rarity asked as if it was the most natural thing. “What’s not to like? He was my first friend, gave up being Dragon Lord handling me the Scepter, he’s honorable, courageous, and loyal. Unlike most other male dragons, he’s not an absolute douchebag or an insufferable ass. He knows who he is, what he wants, and he’s also super hot now!” She finished with a laugh that was joined by one of Rarity. “Honestly, Rarity, him being in love with you was the only thing that prevented me from asking him to be my Mate.” “I thought dragons didn’t marry?” Rarity asked in genuine intrigue. “We don’t. At least, not in the same way other creatures pronounce their Mates. It’s a lot simpler with us dragons. When two dragons want to be together, they declare they are Mates, exchange a few scales, join hoards, and usually search two neighboring caves or one big enough for both of them,” Ember explained. “My, how practical. Hardly romantic but by dragon standards that’s quite surprising to hear,” the unicorn commented, surprised at that information. “Smolder never mentioned anything about that before.” “Since she decided to stay here in Equestria she skipped a lot of dragon lessons and cultural practices. But it was for the best, I always had a hunch that she was similar to Spike and would be happier away from the Dragon Lands,” she smiled, for a split moment thinking of the dragoness. “In any case, usually a dragon Mating lasts until one of them dies or if they get into a nasty fight and want to leave. Then they fight to the death and the winner keeps everything and is ‘single’ again, so to speak.” “Aaaand that’s the pickle ehe he he,” Rarity drolled, barely able to fight the urge to roll her eyes in the process. “You dragons really can’t do anything without trying to pick up a fight, can you?” Ember shrugged. “Most of us are quite rowdy, though I’ve been trying to cull that down as of late.” “Good to hear,” finishing her tea, the fashionista pressed on. “So you do have those sorts of feelings for Spike. Good to know it wasn’t my imagination, dear.” “About the second thing… yes, I want to mate with him and produce an egg,” she admitted trying to sound cool and serious, but her blush gave her true feelings away. “It’s been harder and harder to suppress my urges each year during mating season, and since it started a few days ago, I’m quite literally heating up from the inside. This year I fear I’ll give in and let the first dick I see fuck me and put an egg in me. Your invitation came like a blessing, Rarity.” She revealed, slumping ever so slightly on her chair as if a huge weight was being lifted from her shoulders. “And I’ll be damned if my first hatchling is the product of my own carelessness.” Rarity nodded in understanding. “So you rather make sure Spike gets to be the father rather than a random dragon? That’s admirable of you, Ember. I mean it,” Rarity smiled warmly. “Now, are you sure you want to do this?” Ember nodded. “I am, but I still have a few questions I’d like to be answered if you don’t mind?” “Of course, Ember dear. What would you like to know?” “H-How many times have you two done this?” She gulped and tugged a hand close to her heart, grasping her robe tightly. “Do you just invite anyone that strikes your liking or something? I mean,” she brought her other hand to meet her forehead, her head feeling as if it was spinning. “Do you do this sort of thing regularly?” “Ah,” the alabaster mare bobbed her head in understanding. “We don’t do this as regularly as I would wish, but it happens every now and again. As for who we invite? We are very careful about it and we only ask close friends who may be interested in such an experience. Of course, we inform them of everything that’s going to happen, how it works, make sure they are comfortable and up to it, that sort of thing. Not much dissimilar than what we are doing right now, darling.” “That’s reassuring. Thanks, Rarity. Next question. Is it really that exciting? I can’t really picture seeing my mate breeding another dragoness and finding it hot.” “It is an entirely personal peculiarity, dear. You could say it is part of my fetishes. Every creature has one. In my case, I adore being treated like a cheap whore, get spanked, and being a cuck. And before you ask, cuckolding is when a couple likes to have sexual relationships with a third-party in which usually one does the humping while the other does the watching. Guess which I am~” she sang in a teasing tone. “In our case, I simply adore seeing my husband fuck other mares while I watch and encourage him.” She coughed. “It’s even better if she gets pregnant!” “You’re seriously one messed up pony, Rarity,” Ember chuckled. “Do you seriously get your rocks off when a mare that’s not you getting pregnant?” “Oh, sweet diamond deep underground YES!” She moaned. “To think that my precious scales, my perfect Spikey-Wikey, my husband is making the bellies of other mares other than me big, gravid, and full of life fills me with excitement I can’t possibly hope to describe with mere words! And to see it happening, to be there when it happens, to witness the precise moment his seed finds that fertile egg to spawn a new life into this world? And to be the one that encouraged it to happen in the first place!? Mmmmfffff~~~!” She fanned herself with a hand. “I can’t wait to see you make love and fuck and breed. Promise me you’ll come to visit me so I can see your belly swell before you lay your egg?” She pleaded, pouting a little and blinking rapidly in an attempt to look cute and supplicant. “You’re really into it, huh?” The Dragon Lord commented, finding the situation amusing. “I gotta be honest, Rarity. Part of me thinks I’m getting way over my head on this one. But another part of me really, really wants this to happen,” a tiny, cute smile formed from her curled lips. “I love that idiot that is too nice for his own good and to have a hatchling with him is an opportunity I don’t want to pass up.” “Excellent!” Rarity clapped her hands. Getting off her chair, she ran around the table to hug her friend tightly. “You can’t imagine what this means for us!” “Thank you?” Replied the dragoness, unsure. “You know, Rarity, I’ve gotten pretty used to this whole hugging thing. It’s pretty nice. No wonder Spike does it,” she said before standing up herself, standing a few centimeters taller than the alabaster unicorn to return her hug; their generous bosoms squishing against the other as they hugged. “That reminds me; since Spike has gotten other females pregnant, don’t you have a hatch--I mean a foal of your own?” Stepping back, Rarity let out a longing sigh. “It’s on our to-do list, dear. We want foals, I’m waiting on my next heat to finally get pregnant with his progeny. Not that I don’t adore all of the little rascals we’ve helped conceive, mind you.” “How many ‘rascals’ are there?” Se asked, not bothering to try hiding her interest or audible gulp. “Ohhhhh~? Why the sudden interest in that particular area, darliiiing~?” Rarity teased. “Virility is something many dragonesses seek on their possible partners. Highly virile dragons are the ones that tend to get snatched on Matings, as a matter of fact,” she replied. Looking at her friend’s expression, she knew she saw more than just a glint of smugness reflected in her eyes. “Ohohohohooooo, Eeeembeeer~! I can assure you that on that aspect my Spikey-Wikey isn’t lacking,” leaning forth until her mouth was next to her hearing canal, she whispered. “In fact, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find out that he is quite filling in the matters of the flesh~” Ember could feel her entire body tremble, her robe threatening to combust into flames from the rising heat within her body after hearing that declaration from her friend’s mouth. She was about to open her mouth to ask her something when the chime of the front door was heard. “Rarity, honey, I’m home!” Spike announced. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this!
Part 3“We’re in the living room, dearest!” Rarity called out. The door clicked and a couple of seconds later Spike entered the living room wearing his usual regal attire befitting his position as Ambassador of Friendship. The mare moved to hug her husband, the two meeting midway to share a tight, loving embrace. Ember wanted to look away, but as much as she tried to give the couple a little privacy, she couldn’t turn her head away or just avert her gaze. Her heart clenched tightly for a moment as a pang of jealousy and longing struck her when the couple kissed openly and uncaringly before her. The moment of weakness passed, forcing it down just as they ended their heartfelt greeting. As they pulled apart, she took a moment to admire her old and first friend. He had grown a lot over the past few years that was for sure. Gone was the lovable runt she met on the Gauntlet, now replaced by a confident and strong dragon about her same height. “Hey there, Ember. Everything’s fine in the Dragon Lands?” He asked as he approached her, his arms spread wide to make his intentions clear. “Yeah, everything’s fine for once. That’s why I managed to come all the way here,” spreading her arms knowing what was coming, she replied. The two dragons hugged with the Dragon Lord letting out a short puff of air, surprised to feel his newfound strength. She had to fight against her wings to prevent them from unfolding. Wow… I never expected him to get this strong so fast… he’s always been kind of wimpy… although, he did save me and push that large boulder off of Garble during the Gauntlet now that I remember… for Bahamuth’s, has he always been this strong but decided to hide it? She thought as she melted into the embrace. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest and she nuzzled his neck, taking in his scent. Soon, much too soon he ended the embrace forcing her to come back to her senses. Opening her eyes, not knowing when she had closed them, she saw Rarity smirking at her and biting her lower lip; her eyes shining with a knowing glow. “When did you arrive? I thought you’d be here way later or tomorrow,” he asked without letting go of her completely as his hands rested on her hips. Ember swallowed the ball of mercury that had formed in her maw. She was surprised, in a good way, by Spike’s forward actions. He was always so infuriatingly respectful, proper, and well-mannered during meetings and laid back in general. Sure, he enjoyed getting wild from time to time but being rambunctious like other dragons wasn’t his thing. For him to go acting so forward and confident, unashamed to hold her in a less-than-proper manner right in front of his wife made her heart skip a few beats and she didn’t know why. “I managed to get things done ahead of time and decided to head here before another rock headed idiot screwed something up,” she replied, not trying to move away from his hold. “Rarity has been keeping me company since I arrived.” “That’s my Rarity for you, haha!” He chuckled. “What have you been talking about, if that’s okay to ask?” He finished the question with a grope to her hips. “We’ve been talking about some girl stuff, dearest,” Rarity replied before the dragoness could react. “A little bit of gossip here, catching up with our lives there. You know, the usual,” she walked next to her husband, resting her head on his left shoulder and looking her dead in the eye. “Oh! We also talked about you fucking her silly until her legs gave out.” It was a wonder why her jaw didn’t hit the floor at that moment. Sex and mating had never bothered her, but seeing and hearing the classy and poised Rarity talk so vulgarly, so casually about it and treat it as the most natural thing was off-putting for some reason. She wanted to recoil and protest, but Spike’s hold over her hips prevented her from doing so. Not because he was forcing her to stay there; his touch was gentle and soft, warm, welcoming, and inviting. No. She couldn’t move because of how good and right it felt to be held like that by the one dragon she held genuine romantic feelings for. “And what did you say, Ember?” Spike asked. “I… uhh,” she cleared her throat. “I accepted it. It’s a bit strange, I have to say, but I really want it to happen.” Spike’s smile widened a little more, his expression somewhat apologetic. “Yeah, I know I was in your spot when Rarity proposed it that to me the first time.” “But you warmed up to it quite nicely, dear!” Rarity butted in, planting a firm kiss on his cheek. “And we always make sure everypony is comfortable, willing, and that the experience is pleasing~” “That we do,” he replied at the same time he increased his grip over Ember’s hips making her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure you want this, Ember?” “I do,” she replied without hesitation. “If you’ll have me.” Spike’s smile turned into a naughty smirk. “Good. You can’t imagine the times I’ve fucked my wife while imagining it was you I was making love to, Ember.” “For fucks sake, you too!?” Ember protested, blushing madly while Rarity giggled, snuggling closer to her beloved husband. He shrugged. “What can I say? Once Rarity convinced me to give our relationship that sort of change it grew on me remarkably quickly. Maybe it has something to do with me being a dragon, but it kinda feels right to me, in a sense. Smolder explained a little and Garble was a pain in the ass, but I think that’s what I got from it. Garble said something about dragon Mating, though.” Ember nodded. “Think of it as kind of like pony marriage-” “Almost romantic, simple, and could end up brutally, dear,” Rarity added. “-but the vast majority of dragons go without choosing a Mate. Males tend to prefer sleeping around and females like to keep their options open,” said the dragoness and a quick glance at Rarity revealed she was going to tell him her little secret if she wasn’t. I’m already knee-deep in this mess. Might as well see the end of it, she thought before continuing. “I’ve been around a few times out of season, so I’m not a newbie when it comes to sex. But Spike, I… I always thought of you like the one I would ask to be my Mate if you weren’t married to Rarity.” Now that riled him up. She could feel his body heat increase and almost hear his beating heart increasing its pace. He then moved forth and she didn’t stop him. In fact, she welcomed his embrace as his hands left her hips to move behind her, each hand taking a healthy chunk of her meaty buttocks and groping them hard. “Mmmm~” she moaned involuntarily. It was hardly the first time a male had groped her ass but it was the first time it felt so good. “Glad to see the feeling is mutual, Ember,” Spike said in a husky tone. It was odd to hear him being suave and charming towards her, but it was highly effective. Pressing himself against her, her breasts mashed against his chest and below a hard, hot something pressing against her crotch. “Did my wife tell you everything or is there something else you’d like to know?” Ember looked into his green eyes and recognized the hunger, the lust, and the desire in them. Most importantly, she could see the reflection of her orange eyes in them and saw the same thing reflecting from them. Any lingering doubt vanished, any second guess was thrown away from her mind. It was going to happen and she desired it. Before she could really think about it, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, pulling him into their first lip-locking kiss. She had expected him to be like other male dragons: brutish, rough, and domineering. Then again, she reminded herself, she was dealing with Spike. His kiss was hot and sweet, he never forced her to take more than what she desired to do. They kissed for several moments, their tongues barely meeting a few times during the ordeal until she pulled away. To her surprise, the moment their lips separated a hand grabbed her jaw, holding her in place to allow him to continue the kiss for a few more seconds. “Mmmmmmfff~” moaned the Dragon Lord, savoring the flavor of the drake she loved in an attempt to memorize his taste right there and then. Having had his fill, the kiss ended leaving only a couple of saliva strings as evidence of the deed. A few seconds later when her breathing returned to normal she noticed that both his hands were still gripping her asscheeks. Following the arm that was holding her jaw, she found it belonged to Rarity, who was smiling lovingly and blushing just as hard as she was. “Who knew you had that kind of drive-in you, Ember. Are you trying to steal my husband?” She let out a dainty laugh. “Many have tried, darling. But Spikey-Wikey belongs to me~ But you’re welcome to try and do your worst. Please, do so~” she breathed out showcasing her increasing lust. “That reminds me,” she said, finally more confident now that she didn’t have to hold back as much. “How many kids do you have? Rarity didn’t want to tell me.” “Avoiding to answer the question to let others more suited to give you the surprise isn’t ‘not wanting to tell you’ it is choosing who gets to say it, Ember,” Rarity corrected, letting go of her jaw. Spike shook his head as he smiled, now used to his wife’s silly antics. “I have nine children so far, Ember.” He answered her question without hesitation and nearly bursting with pride. “I have two with Gabby. Two with Smolder. And one with Trixie, Starlight, Twilight, Ocellus, and Coco Pommel each.” “So many,” Ember commented, amazed. “Smolder never told me her two hatchlings were yours. I wonder why? And do you… spend time with them? You know, be a father to them?” “Sometimes,” he admitted. “We cherish them all, but except for Twilight, the rest of the girls wanted a foal without settling down for good, so I’m not really involved unless they ask me to or if I happen to be nearby to look at the kids. Twilight is a good mother to our daughter. All she asked of me was to be her father whenever possible. If you want that, we can work something out.” “I would like that. Being the Dragon Lord won’t exactly let me raise my hatchlings freely,” she breathed out. “And are all of them okay with this? Surely a problem has popped up.” “Nothing we couldn’t handle. But yeah, everyone is okay with it. Everyone wins in the end and as Rarity surely explained, we do some research beforehand. We need to make sure everyone involved is okay with it and knows what we’re getting into.” “No one has backed out?” Ember asked with some skepticism. “Oh no, darling. Plenty have done so after my explanation. Being a cuck, in my case a cuckquean, isn’t a universal descriptor. Some like to be humiliated, others like to be ordered around, others like to watch, and so on and so on. In my case, I enjoy some humiliation, being compared with the mare that truly deserves my husband’s cum, and getting involved in the action by watching or encouraging my beloved with self-degradation.” She snuggled her dragon stud. “Many creatures find that off-putting and we’ve had a few pull out during the act itself.” Ember nodded, finding her friend’s openness remarkable and disturbing in equal measure. “So… how are we doing this?” “Quite simple, darling. We’re going to go upstairs and take it from there,” the unicorn explained proudly. “You’ll understand. Oh, since this is your first time you don’t have to reply to whatever we say. Just do and say whatever you want and focus on enjoying our time together. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say the word ‘Keto’ and we’ll stop right away.” “Keto, got it,” Ember then pressed herself more against Spike’s chest. “Shall we?” “Quite eager~ I like that,” Rarity purred in delight. Suddenly, Spike shoved Rarity to the side, not quite rudely but not gently either. “Keep your distance, wench. Don’t you see I have a true beauty to please, one that deserves my seed, unlike your disgraceful being?” “Yes, yes, of course. I’m--I’m very sorry, Spike…” Rarity apologized, immediately turning submissive and backing away a little. Ember was about to protest when she saw the look of absolute elation plastered all over Rarity’s face and the burning excitement she could feel inside Spike’s chest. They… they weren’t kidding. By Bahamuth’s tail, they are actually into this! She realized in a panic, not because of the realization itself, but because she felt excited and her loins burned like never before after watching that little display of control. The trip to the bedroom was a quick one. Rarity used her magic to close everything and lock every door to her home. As they climbed the stairs, a part of her felt bad for enjoying being caressed and held tightly by Spike as they walked side by side while his wife followed them three or four stairs behind and never closer than that. Arriving at the second floor and soon at the door leading to their bedroom, Spike spoke up again. “Open the door.” Rarity obeyed without question, fumbling in her excitement. Once she opened it, she stepped back to allow them first entry. “Good, you remembered this time. I guess you’re not as stupid as I thought you were, bitch. For that, I may reward you. If I don’t forget,” he chuckled. Turning to Ember, he hugged her tightly. “It’s been so long since the last time I could enjoy the warmth of a real mare. All I have to put up with is that cheap skank over there,” hugging her, he captured her lips again. Ember melted into the kiss. She didn’t approve of her friend talking like that, nor did she thought he had the capability of being cruel even if it was being feigned. Fake or not, she returned his kiss with the same affection, and this time she took a more active role. Clinging to him tightly, they began making out, her heat mixing with years of suppressed emotions finally unbottled made her lash out to him in desperation. It was well into their making out time that she noticed something was tearing her robe. Half-opening an eye, she found Rarity using her magic to ease the process of tearing them with minimal damage until she was completely bare. Spike ended their session to take a step back and spread his arms. Rarity crawled to him and began unclothing him. First, she removed his necklace, then his shirt, followed by his shorts and finally his underwear. Unlike in the Dragon Lands where clothing was minimal to nonexistent outside wearing armor, he grew accustomed to clothes, and thus, it was her first time actually seeing him naked. She could feel her drenched pussy become sopping wet at what she saw. Toned abs and a firm, muscular torso the likes she’d imagined when they hugged minutes prior. His scales were pristine, polished, even more than hers showcasing his beauty, health, and power. His wings were wide as hers and just as powerful, his slim and prehensile. “Our hatchling will be strong,” she commented while looking him up and down. Every inch of his body screamed power, but it was a contained, measured, and controlled power. He knew how to use it and that only served to make him disgustingly more handsome in her eyes. “No wonder Smolder agreed to lay two of your offspring…” “You’re one to talk,” Spike replied, his cock twitching and throbbing madly with lust. “You’re built like a true dragon goddess. Unlike the cow udders of my wife, your breasts are heavy and big, befitting your beautiful figure. Your hips are wide, strong; perfect to lay entire clutches of eggs at a time. Compared to hers,” he said glancing at Rarity who was now standing in the nude away from them looking intently at them. He approached Ember without fear, kneeling before her to grab her thighs, hips, and ass. “You outmatch her in every sense. Sometimes I wonder why I married that fat cow,” he spat venomously. “Are you watching, Rarity? Make sure to keep an eye as I please a true female. One who deserves all the pleasure I can provide and more.” “Y-Yes! I-I’ll watch! I am watching it! Please, show me my place, let me witness what I don’t deserve and which I can’t reach!” The unicorn begged as she rubbed her thighs together, her fur matted with her leaking juices as they fell. Ember looked down at Spike to see him nuzzle her flat, strong belly for a few seconds. “Yeeeees. I can feel her heat, I can smell her now,” he sniffed her cunt deeply. “Aaaahhh! Mmmmffmmm!” Ember moaned, finding the strange situation increasingly hotter by the second. “C-Can you smell me?” She began, deciding to be part of the action. “That’s my body wanting your seed, Spike. I need you inside me! I need you to give me fertile eggs and hatchlings to raise!” She looked at Rarity and smirked cruelly. “I need to see your wife watch~” “That can be easily solved~” he replied seductively. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this!
Part 4With the attitude befitting a Dragon Lord, she nearly tackled Spike into the ground. Fortunately for both, he had been expecting her to react like that and only ended up taking a few steps back. Their scaled bodies pressed against each other tightly, her lips exploring his neck and her hands grasping every inch they could reach. He did much the same, his hands immediately reaching down to grope her buttocks once more, kneading them with palpable hunger. With a flap of her wings aiding her jump, Ember managed to wrap her legs around his waist causing their sexes to rub against each other. She could feel his hard, throbbing malehood parting her lower lips; her crotch burning like molten magma urging her to be speared by that thick totem of meat and take his seed into her nesting-womb in order to breed new life. Scooping her up until her breasts were smothering his face, Spike proceeded to kiss and lick at them affectionately. Wrapping his lips around one of her succulent blue and tender nipples, he started to suck and play with it. Ember wanted to protest. Dragon mating wasn’t a lengthy or romantic affair, it was only a means to end the heat and of getting quick pleasure and relief. But just hearing the muffled moans of Rarity who was watching them intently was more than enough to put those thoughts aside and embrace whatever debauchery her friends could deliver. With a couple of steps back, Spike reached the edge of the bed and sat before laying over it. It forced Ember to release his waist and use her knees for support while sitting on his lap. With her tail raised high, he was able to freely spread her apart and give his wife a good view of her nethers. “See this? This is the pussy I’m going to make love to until I leave it properly bred,” he claimed, and with a move from his hips, his cock smacked against her wet cunt producing a satisfactory smack. Moving a finger inside her opening, he wriggled it around for a few seconds until he pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth, savoring her taste. “I love the taste of fresh, fertile pussy. Ember,” he called her. “My cock isn’t wet enough yet. Any ideas on what is to be done to solve the issue?” Ember took the hint and smirked, shooting a glance at Rarity whilst doing so. “Perhaps your wife can help with that?” “Hhmmm, I did promise her a price,” he reflected. “Rarity!” “Yes, my husband?” The unicorn replied eagerly. “I have decided what your reward will be. You shall prepare my cock with your mouth and after you’re done, you will kneel and sit there and watch as I give Ember what you don’t deserve to have,” he chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll finally dump your worthless, rancid ass and leave with her.” “MMMMFFFFFF~” Rarity’s moans were only matched by a pair of fingers playing with her privates. “A-At once, Spike. P-Please… don’t leave me! N-No one else will take this old nagging hag in!” She cried, desperately. Crawling again, she reached the edge of the bed, she then kissed his heavy balls before speaking. “I don’t deserve your mercy, my love. But please, don’t leave me,” she kissed them again, more soundly and firmly this time. “I’ll do anything you wish of me!” Taking a firm hold of the base of his ridged phallus, she began licking and kissing it; her free hand was busy in between her legs, steadily creating a pool on the floor formed from her juices. “That’s it, Rarity. Prepare his cock for me. I need to take him with ease. Finally you weak ponies will be of some use for a change,” Ember ordered, using her tail to force Rarity to stop licking his member and start fellating him. Spike smiled at her and she could feel the deep, throaty moan of approval Rarity let out through her tail wrapped around her neck. While Rarity was busy serving her husband’s dragonhood in preparation to penetrate the blue-scaled dragoness, Spike and Ember shared quick, tongue-filled kisses whilst their hands were busy exploring each other’s bodies. It took only a few moments to get his phallus properly wet and ready for what was to come. Letting go of Rarity’s throat, Ember rose her hips and in response, Spike groped her waist tightly. “That’s enough, Rarity. As always, your skills leave much to be desired. But spit is fine and yours is slimy as that of a slug, so it works perfectly for lubrication. Now, guide my cock to her entrance. Watch closely, my beloved wife,” he mocked. “Witness as my cock pierces the folds of a true female; a worthy female of receiving my cum and my love!” Ember looked back when Rarity didn’t reply but obeyed as she was told. For a moment she felt like ending it when she saw tears falling across her friend’s cheeks, but when she saw her wide, drooling, stupid smile her rising guilt was consumed by her lust. Lowering her hips, her folds wave way to Spike’s girthy phallus, stretching her wider than any other dragon she’d laid with before. “S-So big!” She cried out in pleasure. “Dammit, Spike, you’re so damn warm it feels like you’re burning my insides!” She moaned again, gripping his shoulders as she sank more of his meat inside her tight egg-laying canal. “You’re one to talk,” he moaned loudly. “You’re as hot as magma! How long has it been since the last time a male took you for a ride, Ember?” “It’s been a w-while,” she replied. “No wonder you’re so damn tight,” he moaned again. “Fucking my wife is like trying to fuck a stale, cold fleshlight. Even my hand feels better.” “I’m sorry for being a worthless whore, my husband!” Rarity apologized, her eyes wide as she watched Ember take Spike’s member to the base. Both dragons let out a rumbling groan when their hips met and Ember’s pussy squirted some of her juices to wash her face. “All I can do is sit here and watch as you fuck and breed and rut and give other mares the pleasure I don’t fucking deserve! To see their bellies swell up with your love while mine remains lifeless because I am unworthy of receiving your life-giving seed, dearest husband of mine!” “FUUUCK!” Ember screamed, raising her hips until his cock nearly escaped her pussy, but with only his fleshy barbed cockhead remaining, she impaled herself on his meat spear after hearing what Rarity had said. Spike took this in stride and began to pound her pussy relentlessly. “So deeeeep! Sooo gooood!” She cried out. “I-I’ve been wanting this for so long! Harder! Faster! Breed me, Spike!” “Gladly~” was his reply. With his firm grip over her waist, he proceeded to match her movements with thrusts of his own, each strike meeting with a lovely wet slapping noise. “Yeeeees, show me what I don’t deserve! What is above me! Show this worthless mare what she’ll never get to experience herself! The love, the care, the meaning of being a maaaaaare!” She cried out, unblinking; eyes fixated on the rapid thrusting happening mere inches away from her face; droplets of the dragoness’ hot nectar splashing all over her face. “HE IS MINE!” Ember suddenly roared, snapping back at the alabaster mare with a wide grin on her face. “He belongs to me! Your husband will give me plenty of hatchlings!” Seeing the excitement in Rarity’s eyes, she pressed harder. “Why should he settle for a mare like you when he can have me, the Dragon Lord herself, as his Mate?” “P-Please, don’t leave me behind! Take me with you, please! I love my husband!” She cried out, a hand buried in her crotch while the other pinched at her hard nipples, switching from one to the other every few seconds. “I won’t,” she promised. “After all, I will need a maid to raise our hatchlings.” “RRRGGGGAAAH!” Spike growled, drooling and bucking his hips harder and faster, Ember clung to him for dear life, and Rarity howled like a banshee. Ember’s words struck deep in all of them bringing them over the edge nearly at the same time. The first to reach his climax was Spike, shutting his eyes as he deposited gush after gush of his virile seed deep within Ember’s innermost cavern. He filled her with so much baby batter that her toned belly bloated slightly to simulate a few months of pregnancy on a mare. The Dragon Lord climaxed in the midst of being filled with so much cum she could feel it sloshing inside her nesting-womb; the egg forming inside her already more than fertilized. Lastly, Rarity collapsed on the floor, squirting all over the place in what was a mind-numbing orgasm. It took them several minutes to regain a semblance of normality, but when their breathing was no longer ragged, Rarity was the first to speak up. “For a first-timer, you were perfect, Ember dear!” Ember smiled, the illusion now broken she felt even more relieved while resting on top of Spike. “Thanks, I kinda went with what felt right. Hope I wasn’t too harsh?” “Trust me, Ember, the harsher the more she likes it,” Spike breathed out. “Damn, that was intense. Had fun? Enjoyed yourself?” “Immensely,” Ember replied before they shared a chaste kiss. “I know this may be me being stupid and my big mouth getting ahead of my brain but… this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, right?” Rarity squealed in delight and Spike kissed her. Flipping to the side, Rarity hugged her friend from behind, her hands going to her belly. Rubbing it tenderly, she whispered before cuddling her. “I can’t wait to see you gravid and laying your egg, dear. Don’t worry about clothing, I’ll do them free of charge~” The End. Author's Note Special thanks to anyone that read this!
