III | Frisky Pinkie

~ III~

Frisky Pinkie

"You alright?" Spike asked as he walked alongside Applejack, whose stride stumbled and fumbled with every step. "It looks like you're having trouble just trying to walk straight."

"I am walking perfectly fine! Thank you very much." Applejack then stumbled with her next stop, which, luckily, saw her falling onto her wooden stand in the market section of Ponyville. "Then again, walking straight ain't nothing compared to being able to stand still."

Spike came to the side of the stand. His head was just taller than its sign. "I don't get it. Why would you have trouble standing still?"

"...because I'd be rubbing my legs together?"

"D-Did you need to go to the bathroom?" He glanced over his shoulder and pointed. "I'm pretty sure there's a toilet in—"

"Well!! Fine!! That because some dragon fuck me so hard with his big and full with ridge cock on my first time and even knot me for so long before unplugging me roughly." Applejack shouted with a reddening face. "I'm all for roughhousing, but dang-nabbit, you take it to the next level! My rump will be sore for at least a week after your treatment!"

"R-Really?"

"Of course. You really should give yourself more praise." Applejack giggled at his shocked expression while undoing her saddlebags. "I've always liked ya when you were a kid, but with how puberty turned you out, I jumped at you a little quicker than I would anypony else." She nodded to the right. "Think you could bring the wagon 'round the stand?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Spike pulled his wagon behind the stand, still processing his new reputation as a male. "Out of curiosity, why jump at me now? Seems like you've always taken a few glances at me—feels that way with most of the girls."

"Because you were still a kid and smaller than all of us." Applejack peeked out from beneath the counter, looking up from his chiselled abdomen to his defined pecs: the sight making her hind legs lose all strength. "Now you've grown taller, stronger, handsome, and most important of all, you know how to work those claws of yours." She then blinked and rubbed her chin. "Wait, why didn't I get you to use them on my marehood in the first place?"

Spike only blinked. Then his stomach growled.

"Wow-wee." Applejack stepped over and rubbed her hoof against his belly, feeling the hard surface vibrate with his hunger. "Guess apples really did nothing for you, huh?"

"Working on an empty stomach may have been asking too much of them." He shook his head. "You alright if I have some more while we're working the stand?"

"You mean while I'm working the stand?" Applejack pulled back her hoof and returned to behind the counter. "You worked hard enough on the farm for me to get an advance on my chores." She saw Spike open his mouth, making her quickly speak again. "Relax. One afternoon at the market, and the next two will be full of rest."

Spike kept his mouth open for a few seconds longer before smiling. "Alright, I'll be taking your word for that. But if I find you working out on the farm—"

"—you'll take me back to bed?" Applejack finished with a sultry grin.

"Worse!" Spike crossed his arms and stood back. "I'll make you sleep! With my claws around you to make sure you don't try to pull a fast one."

"A knight under the sheets." Applejack giggled. "You're making this all too tempting, but I'd rather stay on your good side... though I'd like to see the dragon inside of you every once in a while." She then nodded off to the distance. "Go get yourself a proper bite to eat."

"...you sure?"

"Positive. Now get a move on!" She placed her foreleg on the table and her chin on her forehoof, leaning forward. "My rump has never been so sore in my life, so now I want revenge—I wanna see that butt of yours in action!"

"That's it!" Spike turned around and gave a huff. "A dragon has to have some pride, you know!" He then got down on his knees and claws, and as a small child, began crawling forward with his butt in motion. "Be gone with you, madam!"

Applejack hadn't laughed harder or felt wetter in all her life.

After a few strange looks and quiet laughter, Spike saw it fit to rise back to his feet. While the fast motion scared a few of the ponies walking on the street, a few mares almost fainted at the sight of his towering stature as he then began to stride toward the confectionery shop Ponyville had come to both love and fear.

He hopped up the two purple steps, but for whatever reason, hesitated before opening the door to the establishment. He came to the right of the step and peek through the pink-tinted window, giving him a sight to the interior of the shop, with all the light inside off with only the sunlight cutting in, a lone pink mare standing behind the wooden counter with her mane straight and thin.

He glanced about some more, expecting to see a yelling stallion or a mare crying at the table, but found no one else inside the shop. After a moment, he pulled back and began to blink, thinking why Pinkie looked so sad.

Images began to flash through his head of him alone in his room, of the distant ticking of the clock and the faint sunlight on his scaly wrist, he laying back in his bed with a comic over his eyes, no reason to leave the room yet his heart demanding he did so, wanting to do something and nothing at the same time, with only silence and emptiness to amplify the sound his sorrow.

Spike inhaled deeply, placed his claw against the door, exhaled sharply, then quickly pushed open the door.

Pinkie heard a thud, one loud enough to snap her from staring at her reflection, making her mane go puffy at the presence of the company as she looked up from the glass of the counter. A tall purple dragon had flown through the door, chest heaving and face worried, slamming his back against the wood in an effort to keep it closed.

"S-Spike?!" Pinkie tilted her head and pointed a forehoof at him. "Is that you?"

"No, but I am his better-looking evil brother!" Spike looked down both ways of the establishment and saw nopony else. He returned his gaze to Pinkie. "I'm afraid he has gone and done the unthinkable!"

Pinkie gasped. "The unthinkable! But that makes it so hard to think!" She pressed a hoof against her fluffy pink chest. "Did he take candy without asking? Did he think so hard and made thinking evil? Did he grow huge again and go on a giant but awesome rampage!"

Spike, despite his best efforts, let a chuckle escape through his panting. "Far worse! He made a deal with a princess."

"Oh, no! That's like, the worst thing, ever!" Pinkie bounced in place upon saying that, though on the last word, she kept still and gave her words a moment's thought. "Wait a second. Is making a deal with a princess evil?"

"Depends on the princess or if the deal is evil." Spike shook his head and pressed harder against the door, kicking the back of his foot against the door to create more thuds, panting harder as if he were trying to keep something at bay. "In any case, your friends have made a deal with Celestia that has put the most sinister plot into motion!"

"Oh no!" Pinkie fell onto her back, rocking slightly on the floor. "You have to tell me!" She quickly hopped to her hooves, jumping every time she said: "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"I can't, Pinkie!" Spike then cried after pulling his arm back from the door, letting it hang limply at his side. "The deal is so awful that you'll never be friends with the two of them again. It has changed Equestria in just a single day!"

"But you just gotta tell me what happened, evil Spike's brother!" Pinkie came around the corner with her hoof held at her chest. "I don't think my heart can handle the suspense of my friends becoming meanies!"

"You... sure you can handle it?"

Pinkie came before him, slow and concerned, lifting up on her hind legs and placing her forehooves on his abdomen, which clenched under her soft touch. She looked up at him from his belly, eyes glistening and lip quivering. “Please, tell me.”

"O-Okay." He lowered his muzzle and stopped kicking his foot. "I'm not sure how you're going to take this, but I want you to look away as I whisper into your ear, alright?"

Pinkie stared at him for a moment longer before turning her muzzle.

Spike snicked, bringing his muzzle to her ear, whispering: "The truth of the matter is that Spike made a deal with Princess Celestia..."

"Yes?" Pinkie whispered back while looking straight. "What did they do?"

"The two agreed," Spike said, "that all cakes would become lies."

The information took a moment to pass into Pinkie's brain, a few moments longer for her to both comprehend and understand the logic in it. Still, it took less than a mil-second for her to whip around and lunge up at the dragon, wrapping her forehooves around his neck in the air and pulling him down to the floor, landing on his chest with her rump a moment afterward. She pressed her face into his. "You made that whole thing up?!"

Spike could only nod as he chuckled.

"Hmmph!" Pinkie pulled back and crossed her forehooves, turning away her face and closing her eyes. "I bet you even lied about being Spike's evil brother!"

"You could call me evil for lying about my brother." He tilted his head with a smile. "How does that sound? Better one lie than two."

"Hmm." Pinkie cracked open an eye, thought about it for a second longer, then shrugged. "Today is a slow day, so I'll take a double liar over nopony." She then smiled widely and leaned forward once more, wrapping her forehooves under his arms and hugging the dragon for all he was worth. "I'm glad you're here, Spike... it feels like it's been a super long time since I've seen you last."

Spike hesitated for a moment, not expecting to be hugged so intimately by the party mare, of feeling her heavy coat rub against his smooth scales, enjoying her weight on his chest more than he should—she would make an excellent snuggle buddy in a cold night, if not a warm pink blanket. He quickly wrapped his arms over her barrel and hugged her close to himself, indulging further in the sensation of her fur. "It's been a while since I've seen you too, Pinkie. It's... been a while since I've seen most of you girls. "

"And why's that?"

"Why? Hmm, couldn't really tell you." He rose a claw to her mane, using his digits to fluff up the strands of her hair that were still flat. "Couldn't really tell myself, either. All I can say is that I've been silly for the past little while."

Pinkie opened her mouth to speak, but not before feeling his body reverberate under her's as a growl from his stomach emitted across the establishment. She lifted her head from underneath his chin, smiling down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Were you being silly about breakfast today as well?"

"Only broken glass can attest." Spike felt the mare hop off his body, allowing him to sit up and for her to turn around, the two then looking into one another's eyes. "But I could really use a grand slam of food if you're up for the challenge."

"Feeding a hungry dragon? It'll be a breeze!" Pinkie's mane puffed further, which made the drake smile more as he rose to his feet. "Just as long as you let us put the accomplishment as a sign on the window, I'll have you looking like your baby self in no time!"

"Do you have a way to reduce height?"

"No." Pinkie began toward the counter, stopping when she came behind it. "But I do have things to make you fat: it's called food!" She giggled and clopped her hooves. "Oooo! And here I thought today was going to be boring!" She then took out a tray of muffins from underneath the counter on display, doing the same with a cake afterward. "I'll put everything you eat on a tab for when you're done." She ducked beneath the counter again and came up with a pouch, sprinkling it over the treats as jewels of all assortments poured into the sweets. "Let's just see how much you can eat!"

Spike smiled at her excitement as he took a seat at the wooden table in the middle of the room, bowing his head when the mare came back over with his foot on her back, tilting herself and sliding the trays onto the table, standing there afterward and smiling as the drake began to devour the meal.

Slowly, however, Pinkie's smile began to fade as she looked back to the counter, the place she was supposed to be. She turned and began toward it, taking a glance over her back at the drake stuffing slice after slice of cake into his muzzle, moaning and smiling after each swallow as he couldn't have eaten fast enough. Her heart panged at the sight, or to be more exact, at having to leave it behind.

Spike slowed in his eating when the mare began to walk away, watching her mane go slowly straight with every step she took, making him stop as he looked at his desert, the first proper meal he had gotten in the day. His body demanded he keep eating and not stop, but of course, he didn't care for such things as he called out to the mare.

"Hey, Pinkie!" She stopped just before the counter. "I hope you don't take this as an offence, but this place doesn't seem all too busy." She looked back at him with her expression surprised. "If you have work to do, then please tell me to shut up, but if you don't have anything better going on, then how about you dine with me on some tasty desserts?"

"You... do you want to hang out with me?"

"Of course!" Spike threw up his arms. "You're the one and only Pinkie, master of parties and sweets. I'm pretty sure eating with you gives the food some sort of blessing." He lowered his arms and smiled. "So how about it? You fancy a dessert date?"

"Desert... date?" Pinkie turned around with her head tilted, forehoof tapping against the floor. "L-Like a date-date? Like those things mares and stallions have at random intervals of time?"

"Something close to it, I guess." Spike shrugged. "Dunno. Always kinda had a soft spot for you, and we both have a soft spot for sweets, so why not try my luck and have you sit at my table?" He gave a quick glance at the table. "Okay, so maybe we lack a few candles, but cake makes up for that, right?"

Pinkie stared at him for a few seconds, and then, she giggled into her hoof. "Now that one I'm not sure of." She came toward the table, her soles fidgeting with every step. "Haven't exactly gone on a date before, but if they include a lot of cake, then consider me in!"

Spike leaned forward with his jaw slack. "You've never seen another pony before?!"

"What? No!" She took a seat on the opposite side of the small table, waving a hoof as she did so. "I see ponies plenty of times." She giggled as she put down her hoof. “Kinda hard not too.”

Spike blinked. "I meant romantically."

"Oh, then no." She picked up a cupcake free of diamonds and took a large bite. "Why? I do something wrong with that?"

"Not... exactly." Spike shook his head. "It's just hard to believe that you, the mare that has hosted a party for everyone, that is friends with everyone, hasn't slept with anyone!" He threw up his claws. "You've got so much going for you, from your looks to your connections, it's just hard to think you've never been that way with somepony else."

Pinkie brought the cupcake to her mouth but stopped halfway, lowering it slightly. "Well.. have you?"

"Me?" Spike opened his mouth, but it took a few seconds for anything to come out. "N-Not until recently. Heck, it wasn't until this morning I could be so up-front with my attraction to you girls." He blinked and then sighed. "Crude. That must have sounded pretty creepy, huh?"

"Hmm, a teens-weensy bit, but you aren't lying anymore, so it isn't as bad." She put the cupcake back on the counter. "In fact, it makes me kinda... well, glad that anyone sees me that way, don't I'm not entirely sure what that way means."

"It's when... someone likes you more than a friend." Spike found the words strangely hard to say, never fearing to lay out his thoughts and feelings, but upon seeing this side of innocence of Pinkie, of seeing someone who is just as lonely and clueless as he was too intimate, he couldn't help but feel his scales torn away and his very being laid bare. "That they enjoy the way your body feels against theirs, how your voice brings life to their ears, how your personality makes them feel different from the rest..."

"Spike?"

"No, it's none of that." Spike shook his head and looked directly into her eyes. "It's when you like someone Pinkie, and you would like to do more with them, and that more can mean anything you desire from it." He took a deep breath. "Liking someone means you like someone, and you hope they like you too... for who you are." He looked down into his claw. "But what if you're someone different when they like you? Does that mean that love is fake?"

"Maybe you're just showing those ponies a different aspect of you." Pinkie's voice surprised Spike as he was snapped away from his thoughts, drawing his sight on her. "You seem super different today." She giggled into her hoof. "Like when in the hay have you ever flirted like this before?!"

"Always in my head." Spike warmly smiled, eyes downward. "I've always felt a certain way about you girls, a way that others may not like to hear aloud, and... well, I was worried that I may come across as weird or disgusting, that my words were... wrong somehow and you'd girls come to hate me."

"Spike." Spike looked up and into her stern aqua eye. "You should know better than anypony that we could never come to hate you... we love you too much for that."

"I know, I know!" Spike's arms fell into his lap. "I just could never be sure how much you girls liked me, and not knowing I could cross the line drove me away from you all." He let his head drop. "I was too scared of messing everything up like I usually do."

Pinkie watched the drake from afar, this similar belong lost within the fear of himself, a soul just as lonely yet brimming with the same naivety as she. No words came to mind nor foods that could quell this fear of his, and she struggled with herself to show how much she understood—no, how much she cared for his being.

Without quite knowing why, she rose silently from her chair and came around the table, standing next to the drake, and before he could look up, pressed her muzzle upward into his, feeling her eyes drift close as their lips meant, the sweetness of his scaly lips sending her blissfully into an unknown world of bliss.

Spike's eyes went wide at the sudden contact, not knowing what to do or say, and by the time his wits had returned to him, the mare pulled back with a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Nopony ever means to mess up, Spike," Pinkie said up to him. "But not everypony learns from their messes and cleans up afterward. You've always been sweet, and even though I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, I wanted to show just how much I care for you." She then placed her forehooves on his thighs, relying on him as she arched herself upward. "I wonder, though, if you care just as much for me?"

Spike was spellbound for a moment by the mare coming closer to him, feeling the softness of her hooves on his legs and the fluff of her chest coming up against his, her muzzle just inches away from his, and in just a few moments, that was no longer true.

He cupped her pink cheek while his digits slipped under her ear, pushing back her mane. The kiss wasn't like the ones before, an act of dominance to claim more of the other to satisfy their lust, but instead, an exploration into scary but new territory, of losing one's innocence to gain something new from the other. In a way, they were two virgins claiming love for the very first time, with absolute trust in the other.

They pulled away from each other a few moments later. The two gazed into each other's eyes, a string of saliva bridging the separated lips.

"So," Spike began as she sat down on his lap, feeling her weight made him want to embrace her all the more, "what do we do now?"

His stomach growled a second later. Pinkie giggled.

"Getting you some more food, apparently." Pinkie turned to hop off his lap, her hooves colliding against the floor a moment later. She glanced back at him. "You wanna join me at the counter? We could pick all the sweets we want together for our little date!”

"Sounds good to me." Spike rose from his seat and met her behind the counter.

The two looked through the selection of sweets behind the glass, discussing the sugar-overload combination that no other sane individual would attempt, not caring if they would have to go back into the kitchen to cook their desires—at least they would be doing something together.

“So, what if we put cupcakes inside of the cake?” Pinkie clapped her forelegs as she squealed, looking over her shoulder and up at the drake who hovered over her. "We could then put emerald in the cupcake as well as in the cake—it'll be a gem inception!"

Spike could only smile at her beaming face, the sight sweet enough to state his appetite.

"So, whaddya think?"

Spike responded by leaning down and taking her lips once again, placing his claw at her wait and turning her back to the table, letting her lean against it as he leaned down against his, feeling her softness envelop his waist as she began to close her eyes at the contact.

As the kiss began to develop, the once innocence of the contact began to dissipate in desperate need for more of the sensation, to feel more of the other's passion and the warmth of the other's body, to take more of the other's lip and pull it into their mouths, to indulge in the fat of one's fur and the bulkiness of one's scales—the two needed more of the other and began to do away with their self-restrictions.

Spike's claw lowered itself to her sizable flank and gave it a squeeze, his digits sinking into the flesh as he felt her sharp moan, one surprised but not annoyed, followed by another and another, each demanding he did more of the naughty deed.

The drake fulfilled the mare's request. His gaze travelled down the length of her pink barrel, packed by some fat that evenly proportioned out throughout her body, all except in the case of her flanks, which quickly frankly, was far rounder and bigger than any of the other girls.

There was no feeling that could be compared to it, really. Spike was one of the lucky few to have claws in Ponyville, and of course, be willing to experiment on a pony—something the other dragons were sorely losing out on. The feeling of the fat on her ass was compelling, the sensation of his digits cupping her butt was unrivalled, and Celestia forbids when Pinkie gave them a shake, nothing could so greatly entertain the drake's eyes.

And upon feeling forehooves reach around his waist and began to feel beneath his tail, the drake soon learned he wasn't alone in his fascination with the booty.

"S-So," Pinkie had said after breaking away from the kiss, panting and moaning as she felt her ass being felt up. "H-How am I, d-down there?"

"Definitely better than what's below my tail." Spike pecked her on the cheek as he brought a claw to hold up her muzzle. "I don't know how you earth ponies do it, but I just go crazy at the sight of you! You're just... so big in all the right places."

"Really?" Pinkie recoiled with a smirk. "Because it feels like there are only two places you admire."

"Then show me some more places to explore." Spike lowered himself to his knees as his lips travelled down her neck, pressing and nipping, indulging at her natural sweet taste while feeling up her softness. Pinkie had rested a foreleg on the counter as the front of her barrel and belly was exposed to him, putting her other foreleg on his head and pushing his kisses further south.

"Oh... Spike!" Pinkie's legs began to tremble as her breathing picked up the pace, feeling her body become hot and bothered as his lips worked at her belly. His claw grabbed at her flank, an occasional slap smacking out, the sensation of her ass cheeks jiggling, causing her head to throw back. "M-My body has never felt so, so warm before... and I don't want to stop feeling warm!"

Spike, during his ministrations, caught a whiff of something solid and familiar, a musk that almost made him go hard at the scent. He travelled quickly down her underbelly to the crux between her legs, her puffy pink pussy radiating a wave of heat with an accompanying smell.

He looked up at the mare, who had her head still tilted back. "Your wish is my command."

Spike stared at the clean pink mounds of his mate, each fold burning a tint of red almost as if it was so closely examined. He then brought his lips toward them, kissing each of her mounds as it drove a shiver through the adjacent thighs, a sensation never felt before.

"Wha... what are you doing?"

Spike didn't even look up as he felt her gaze on the back of his head, blinking his lips directly before her folds. “Making you feel warm.”

Pinkie couldn't look on much longer when he felt his lips connect with her lower ones, feeling him kiss her pussy with the same intensity as before, travelling up and down her puffy labia and covering them with his saliva. She had to stop herself from flicking her hips, of taking the whole of his mouth inside of her. Still, when she felt his tongue slip between his lips and lick up and down her folds, there was no stopping her from clenching her sizable thighs against the back of his head and burying the tip of his muzzle inside of her pussy.

“Oh yes!” Pinkie rubbed her thighs together, feeling his face struggle against her crotch—the power she had over him created an itch deep in her pussy that needed to be scratched. Slowly and surely, she began rocking her hips back and forth, taking more of his lips and tongue into her tight tunnel, rubbing her ass against the counter as it further drove home her arousal. "I've never felt my p-p-pussy like this before! I-I can f-feel something building..."

Spike, despite his situation, smiled at what was to come. While he was surprised being taken by her thighs, their plushness felt terrific against his spines, and all things considering, taking more of her pussy against his face, the tuft of fur on her outer lips feeling smooth as fuck on his scales.

While his lips worked on her pussy, Spike allowed his tongue to slither town her tight tunnel, flicking at the walls and licking at the places which made her thighs rub harder, travelling further and further inside the mare as his length covered more of her vagina, soon finding himself coming against his cervix.

"There!" Pinkie couldn't stop herself from full-on humping his face, her forehooves coming to the back of his head and pushing him against her pussy, full-on fucking his muzzle as she made him go up and down her labia. "That's it, Spike, like that! I'm so close to feeling something outstanding!"

Spike complied.

"Yes, yes!" Pinke lost all control as she fucked the shit out of his fucking face with every desire for pleasure that coursed through her body, of rubbing and pressing her fat fucking ass against the counter and letting her tail do as it will; the rest of her body felt weak and on fire with pleasure. "I'm there! I'm nearly—"

"Is this place open?"

"Aheeya!" Pinkie quickly leaned fully back so that her head was upside down, seeing a small brown stallion standing at the doorway to the shop. Her mouth went agape, and then a moment, she was forced to bite her lower lip as her pussy continued to be ravaged by the drake. "I-I-I mean yes! C'mon in!"

Spike yelped when the thighs and hooves pressing against his head suddenly retreated, causing him to fall forward and below the counter. He saw the fat pink ass he loved so much just above his head, but before he could reach out a claw, the mare put her legs on either side of him and turned around, facing both the customer with her face and her pussy to the dragon's face.

"What can I-I get you?" Pinkie's voice came from above the wood, and down to where the drake was, her thighs rubbed against her slick pussy. She tried to keep herself from moaning, to keep herself from dipping a hoof and finishing the job, but she would never risk being caught while on the job.

Spike did not have a job here, and so, therefore, did not give a single care. He was laying down between her legs and beneath the counter, arching his upper half and using his core for support, bringing his claws to the pump pink rump and taking in a handful of her ass.

Before Pinkie could glance downward and question the drake, or even shake away his claws, she felt his lips meet with her pussy again as he ate her out. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop his claws from groping at her ass cheeks or his mouth eating more and more of her vagina, giving her hips a subtle rock to expel her sexual energy.

"Seems kinda dead in here," the stallion said as his voice got closer to the counter, though the drake was too obsessed with the pink cunt to care. "You must be bored out of your mind."

"When you're on the job, you find ways to bide y-your time!" Pinkie rested a foreleg on the counter, leaning forward to allow her hips to rock faster into the drake's muzzle. She'd never felt her pussy lips become so wide before. "A-Anywho, what can I get for you!?"

"Just a half-dozen of vanilla mini-cupcakes." Spike heard the stallion rest his forelegs on the counter, slightly worried about how much he could now see, but any concern was swept away when he felt his cock slip out from his scales, flopping in its freedom. "A treat now and then keeps life from becoming dull, you know?"

"Oh, trust me." Pinkie thrust her hips into the drake's tongue, feeling her ass squeezed while something hard poked at her thigh. She glanced down, to see not only her lover, but to see her first cock, it sharp but thin, growing in tandem to his every squeeze of her rump. She looked up. "I get what you mean. Will a bag be okay?"

"Most certainly." Spike took this as his cue, allowing himself to lean back enough while his tongue remained inside her pussy, feeling her inner-walls clench at the loss of his lips while his claw slid the glass panel away and reached into the display, grabbing a bag with his other claw as he filled it with sweets. A moment later, he passed the stuffed bag up to Pinkie, who, in turn, put it on the counter. "Here you go! Seven bits, please."

Bit clicked together, something curled, hoofsteps were heard, and the ring of a bell followed by a closing door told the drake all he needed to know. His cock was at full mast now, and all this time spent at Pinkie's pussy had driven him beyond the edge of arousal.

He quickly lifted Pinkie's hind leg, coming out underneath it and returning to his feet, driven by desire as he turned around to the back of the mare. Before she had a chance to demand anything from him, her forelegs were caught by his claws and set on the counter, her head then pushed against the glass as something spread her hind legs apart.

Then, something whispered into her ear: "I'm going to make you feel really good now, alright?"

Something wet then ran down the pink mare's legs.

Spike stood erect just behind the mare, his feet behind her hooves, cock standing tall at her posterior. His enactment for his revenge for before began rather slowly, with him pressing his cock against her rump, feeling the fat of her ass with his tip, slowly pressing inward as her flank took his peak.

"T-This is t-torture!" Pinkie whined with her muzzle still down, glancing back at him. "P-Please, hurry it up!"

“You didn't play nice with me.” Spike brought his cock between her supple pink cheek, slipping it into her plush crack as her softness enveloped his shaft. He slowly began to rock his hips up and down, his cock sliding up and down her ass crack, building into a steady rhythm as his tip then began to flare. “How does this feel, Pinkie, to be so horny and so out of control.”

"Dunno." Pinkie shot back with a grin. "How does this feel!?"

Spike didn't have time to ask when he felt her answer, her ass clenching against his cock everything rocked it upward, her booty taking his shaft further into her crack and enveloping every inch of him from every possible angle—to him, it was paradise that just made him hump her rump all the more faster, each thrust in tandem to her clench and shake of her ass, feeding into the duo's arousal until, finally, neither one could handle their lust any longer.

"H-Hehe, looks like you got me, Pinkie." Spike re-angled his crotch so that his cock dove in deeper between her cheek, finding her pussy already wet and agape at feeling his tip. Her pink, plump ass continued to envelop the side of his shaft as he then thrust forward, feeling his cock spread apart her inner walls as he entered inside her pussy. "Now we call a truce so we can enjoy this together, deal?"

Pinkie didn't respond with words, but rather, arching herself over the counter and allowing him easy access to her pussy, keeping herself in such a way she could still clench her butt against her cock and enjoy the mutually blissful sensation.

Spike took a step closed and grabbed each of her flanks, squeezing it and slapping it, watching her ass jiggle and shake with his every hump, the sight of him driving his cock further inside her pussy. Each time a cheek stopped in motion, he grabbed it once more and did whatever he pleased to state his arousal.

The sounds of their sex continued to echo off the walls of the shop, stiffed moans following closely afterward, and even then, after a few moments, their pleasure could not be held back no longer as screams of pleasure and cries of joy reverberated along with the the wet smacking sound. Following these sounds came the squeak of an opening door...

"Hey, what gives!" The stallion announced as the clop of his hooves silenced everything else, that was, except for the duo's panting as they looked up to their newest counter. He came a few feet before the counter. "You two seriously thought you could get away with this?"

Spike and Pinkie were still in their positions, the drake standing behind the mare, her puffy pink tale draping from his chest to his crotch. He had his claws on the counter the moment he heard the door open, though now that he had been made, he couldn't utter a single line, or even if it came to it, make a run for it.

"Listen," Pinkie began, her eyes starting to glisten as she lowered her head, "I'm really sorry you caught us like this, in Mr. and Mrs. Cake's shop no less, but I promise we didn't mean for this to happen—"

"Didn't mean for it to happen, huh?" The stallion then threw his bag on the counter and crossed his forehooves. "You may one-up your math skills if you think half a dozen is only five." He sighed before arching his eyebrow. "Look, how about you sweeten that bag a little bit, and we'll never talk of this again."

Spike and Pinkie's jaws dropped in tandem.

"So," the stallion said as he tilted back his head, "what will it be?"

"Uh-hmm!" Pinkie moaned as the cock inside of her began to move, slowly and silently, tickling at her walls while she was being stared down by the customer. As much as her heart was hammering, the very idea of fucking in plain sight almost brought forth an orgasm. "S-Sounds like a g-good deal to me!"

"Good."

Pinkie felt sweat form on her forehead as she glanced down, seeing the compartment for sweets below the counter, reaching down with a hoof and lowering her body, which, incidentally, allowed more of the dragon cock inside of her vagina, the simple act spreading her walls further apart and filling up her tight tunnel. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop from clenching down on his cock and backing her ass further into him, reaching for the cupcakes in the same stroke of movement.

“Say, dragon.”

Spike cleared his throat upon being noticed, looking up and down at the stallion from over the top of Pinkie's mane. “Yes, stallion?”

"What are you doing back there anyway?" The stallion inched his head to the right in an attempt to peek around the counter. "Looks like you're up to something, and I don't want any scales or stuff like that in my sweets."

"I wouldn't dream of filling you up with me." Spike smirked as he stepped forward, pushing his cock deeper into the pink pussy as his tip slammed against her cervix. In the same stroke of movement, he wrapped an arm around the mare's barrel and helped lift her back to the counter. "She's just been having back problems, so I'm just putting my expertise taught by the princesses themselves to help out."

"T-T-The princesses?"

Spiked smirked. "Why, of course! I am the number one assistant to Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and bearer of the Elements of Harmony, saviour of Equestria—that, and we also grew up together." He then leaned forward, making the stallions recoil before he could get so much of a glance at their private act. "Let's not also forget I write to all the princesses about the updates and problems happening in Ponyville."

Pinkie watched the switch of the situation with an open mouth, seeing how effortlessly her dragon took back control with words and asserted his dominance even in their vulnerable positioning. His masculinity drove her to insanity as she risked a wiggle of his hips, felt his cock shift inside of her, but the act of simply being filled wasn't enough to tame her desires.

"O-O-On second thought!" The stallion swept the bag from the counter and quickly backed away, "five should suffice for my appetite. I-I-I should really be watching my sugar levels anyway!" He then turned, threw back the door and flew outside before anyone could say goodbye.

"Guess that's the end of—"Spike felt a cupcake stuffed in his mouth as a pair of hooves came upon his chest, quickly pushing him to the ground as his cock exited her pussy. He collided against the floor with a thud, and before he could so much as shake his head, he heard the door shut tight and a lock click, and not even a second later, Pinkie was towering over his fallen body.

"P-Pinkie?"

She only grinned as she spread her hindlegs over his crotch, dropping her rump on him as her pussy landed on his cock, taking the entire length as she began to rock back and forth, riding him for all the pleasure he was worth to her.

"L-Looks like you know how to take the lead." Spike had to bite his lower lip as he felt her total weight at his crotch, reaching his claws to her ass, gripping her flanks as he let her take control. "What m-made you snap?"

"You." Pinkie began bouncing on his cock with the assistance of his claws. She felt like a cow-girl as she rode him any way she wanted it, in any direction she desired, feeling his cock smack against her walls, reaching further in just to pull out, slamming back in and clenching her walls on his shaft, sucking him dry. "I've... I've spent most of my life making other ponies feel happy, making others feel good."

Spike watched her as she spoke, listening to her words while feeling up her body, feeling as if their very souls were converging in this single instance, in this single act of lust and love.

"I never really knew ponies could feel good in this way." Pinkie was exclusively rocking back and forth now, head thrown back with one of her hooves dipping between her legs to play with her clit. "Growing up on a rock farm has its perks, but when it comes to learning about other ponies in the world, you're kinda... limited."

"Living with Twilight held me back from hiding much from her." Spike offered a small smile as he felt himself drawn close to finishing. "Can't say I was exactly where you were at, but I know how it feels to be clueless and repressed about certain things."

"Which is why I'm glad you came here today." Pinkie quickened her pace, rising and falling on his cock and flicking her hips as quickly as they would allow, feeling her pussy clench harder and faster as the good feeling inside her crotch could no longer contain itself. "You let me see just how important it is we make ourselves feel good—if we, ahhh, don't take care of ourselves, then we can't, oh yes, take care of others."

“I, oh fuck, get what you mean.” Spike couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hip and clamping his claws down on Pinkie's fat ass, feeling the base of his shaft grow as he knotted with her pussy, keeping him sealed inside as he felt his load ready to blow. "We'll end up blue-balling ourselves, and when we handle that much longer, end up blowing up at others—and become alone for a while. I-It's best to just e-enjoy yourself so you can e-enjoy yourself with o-others!"

"S-Spike?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Can we talk and do this more often?"

"I was just about to say," Spike began as he shut his eyes, holding back his orgasm, "I think I just figured out our kink."

"K-Kink?!" Pinkie rode him fast and fasted, her ass pounding into his thighs, her intermittent moans rocketing off the walls. "What's that?"

"A lesson for another time." Spike felt his fangs almost tear through his bottom lip from holding himself back, from denying the excellent feeling brought by the walls of her pussy and just how tight they were, as well as the fat of her ass, something coming down on his balls. "L-Listen, Pinkie, I want us to finish together, alright?"

"F-Finish?"

"It's when you can't hold back the good feeling anymore, and you cum."

"Cum?"

"...crude." Spike opened his eyes to look at the mare, both loving and cursing her innocence. "It's a liquid you let out when you climax, and that happens when the pleasure becomes too much and goes into overdrive."

"Like... becoming super happy?"

"Why do you have to be so cute!" Spike threw his head against the ground, the dull pain dividing his attention from their sex, buying him a few moments more. "Okay, super happy, that works. When you feel yourself becoming super happy, I want you to clench your tightest and scream out my name."

“You're, ah, name?” Pinkie lowered her head and closed her eyes, something begging for its release. "Why?"

"B-Because it makes me feel better about myself."

“Oh, mhmm, kay.” Pinkie continued to rock her hips, to clench her cunt, to pound her ass on his thighs, again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster until finally, she reached her peak. "Spike.. I think I'm about to be super happy."

"Yes!" Spike exhaled with glee. "Thank Celestia."

"I thought we were supposed to say each other's names?"

"That's when we f-finish!"

Spike was taken by surprise when Pinkie let her body fall forward on his, nothing blocking their crotches as his full length shot inside of her, filling her pussy and splitting apart her walls, slamming against her cervix as the duo finally hit their long-awaited orgasms.

Spike felt his cock sputtered its load deep into her womb, her walls clenching around his length as they too welled with marecum. The torrent trailed down her tunnel but was blocked by his engorged base, causing the liquid to fill up inside of her as she totally collapsed on his body.

She did not mind having him hitched inside of her.

"That was certainly something... new." Spike glanced down his body to where the mare lay, her crotch sealed over his with her hind legs draping over his own. She had her face pressed just below her chest, nuzzling the area with her forehooves tucked against herself. "Are you doing okay down there?"

"My heart is racing, and my legs won't stop shaking." Pinkie giggled into her scales, tickling them as she looked up at him. "But everything else felt amazing! Like I was just riding this good feeling that I just needed more of—what was that thingy I was riding anyway?"

Spike coughed into his claw, then used his digits to scratch the back of her head. "Let's discuss the parts of sex at another time, okay? For now, we only get to ride out these sensations for a tiny bit, so we might as well indulge in the together for as long as we can."

Pinkie smiled in response. She then stretched out her forehooves, and in wrapping them as best as she could around his frame, hugged herself close to him.

Spike quickly did the same to her.

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