Double Trouble

It was an absolutely lovely day in Canterlot, with the picturesque castle standing radiantly against the mountainside. Even though Cloudsdale’s weather efforts were needed throughout all of Equestria, they weren’t needed nearly as often up at the nation’s capital. Maybe it was due to the high elevation, since most of the storm-clouds were at an elevation lower than Canterlot. Or perhaps, due to how long the region had hosted immense amounts of Alicorn magic from the Princesses who resided there, some residual enchantment was to blame for the mountainside having such pristine weather. But whatever the reason may have been, it provided a wonderful setting for any foreign leaders, dignitaries, or ambassadors who wished to seek counsel with the Princess.

Inside Canterlot Castle, the nation’s newly-coronated Ruler was enjoying a lovely afternoon with another recently inducted leader: King Thorax of the Changeling Kingdom. Despite how sensitive his chitin may have been in climates different from his homeland, Thorax didn’t mind having the stain-glass windows open to invite a lovely summer breeze. Princess Twilight Sparkle appeared equally as content, not even needing the fans or air conditioner turned on for additional comfort. The two were comfortably seated at her Map Table, which had its magic turned off so the massive stone slab could carry several binders worth of paperwork. While the leaders worked in tandem to arrange some new deals between their nations, Twilight and Thorax had their advisors standing nearby in wait.

“Hmph…” Spike was still in his petite, chubby size while standing a few feet away from the Map Table. He had his pudgy arms crossed over his chest, while his lips were tightly pursed into a bored scowl. He tried his best to stand still so he wouldn’t bother Twilight or Thorax; unfortunately, since the little dragon was wearing a Royal blazer with matching black slacks, the wool material was making him fidget uncomfortably. He also had a noticeable blush across his freckled cheeks, which he struggled to keep hidden from the Changeling beside him.

General Pharynx, brother of King Thorax and the Changeling Kingdom’s Second-In-Command, looked rather stoic in comparison to Spike. The Changeling had a significantly darker shade of green than his sibling, which made his chitin look almost like a dark shade of olive; however, he was also sporting a large pair of dark-pink antlers atop his head, which matched the insectoid wings across his back. Unlike Spike, Pharynx wasn’t wearing any clothing to distract him from his duties. Due to his extensive military training and experience, his statuesque posture was immovable as he stood Guard for the two leaders. Of course, even a grizzled military bug like Pharynx wasn’t able to keep from smirking when he caught a glimpse of Spike’s flustered squirming.

Neither of the Advisors could overhear what Twilight and Thorax were talking about, although a few words like “trade equities” and “import exchanges” were caught by both of them. Even though they were informed of the main gist of their consul, which was basically just solidifying economic trade between the two nations, there was far too much technobabble involved for Spike or Pharynx to adequately process. Instead, the two just stood with their backs facing them, and tried not to look over at one another too obviously.

“Hmmmm…” Twilight had her horn lit as she levitated a pencil in her aura, and absentmindedly chewed on the eraser end. Fortunately for the Princess, Thorax didn’t seem to care about her foalhood habit. After a moment of thought, she brought her pencil down to jot down some X’s on a paper map. “Honestly, we could probably submit a good appeal to build some railroads along this region here. In the long run, that would be way more beneficial than just depending on airships for transportation.”

“Mmmhmm, I see what you mean…” Thorax nodded at the points marked on the map, and used some of his magic to float over a pen of his own. “Although, I would recommend any depot stations should go here, since the sun would--”

The doors to the Throne Room opened up, catching everyone’s attention. Twilight and Thorax looked up from their plans, and quickly smiled when they saw a fellow Ruler enter the room.

“Hey there, guys!” Princess Cadance of the Crystal Empire was smiling just as brightly, and had a skip in her step while trotting towards them. Spike and Pharynx gave a couple of respectful bows in unison, even though that wasn’t necessary. Regardless, she still nodded cheerfully as she trotted past them. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything too serious. I just wanted to make sure we were still on for lunch today.”

“Oh, absolutely!” With a flash of her magic, Twilight conjured up the alarm clock from her bedroom with a little teleportation spell. Her eyes widened when she saw the time listed. “Oof… I didn’t think we were in here for that long.”

Thorax leaned over to see the time, and had to do a double-take himself. “Yeesh… Who would’ve thought trade negotiations would be that time-consuming?”

Spike and Pharynx were still standing away from the three, but the former couldn’t help sighing under his breath. “Yeah, what a shocker,” he muttered sarcastically, causing Pharynx to huff with a light smirk.

Twilight and Thorax rolled their eyes from that overheard exchange. Cadance glanced over at them for a moment, and narrowed her eyes with a peculiar skew of her muzzle. Since Spike and Pharynx were facing away from them, they weren’t able to notice the Princess’ quick look of assessment. However, neither did the two leaders when Cadance turned back to them. “So, uhhh… should we head down to the Dining Hall to eat? I heard the chefs are making a wonderful lavender bisque.”

Thorax was the first to get up from his seat. “Ooh, that sounds lovely!”

“Oh believe me, the lavender bisque is a must-have.” Twilight was just about to lead the way with an equally chipper smile. Meanwhile, Cadance looked back at Spike and Pharynx for a moment, who were still standing in wait for their respective Rulers to exit the room.

“You know, ummmm…” Cadance tapped her chin with a hoof, and tried to speak up on the Advisors’ behalf. “Since they’ve been so patient for you guys, maybe we should have the kitchen staff make a pizza for the two as a reward.”

“Hmmm?” Spike and Pharynx glanced over at her with identically surprised looks on their faces. Neither of them said anything, mostly because they were quick to see the knowingly coy smirk on Cadance’s face. Twilight and Thorax stared at each other for a moment, and shrugged to the Alicorn’s suggestion.

“Honestly, I’m… not against that at all.” Twilight was the first to smile when she turned towards the two Advisors. “Besides, I have a feeling the two would want something heartier than bisque.”

Pharynx shrugged and nodded lightly. “Well, as long as it isn’t any trouble, Your Highness.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be an issue at all, General. Trust me, the kitchen staff are just as dedicated as any of the Royal Guards.”

“Well, shouldn’t they join us then?” Thorax had a warm smile pointed at the two. “I wouldn’t mind having a moment to catch up with Spike. Especially after all the work he and Pharynx have been doing together.”

The two tried not to look too frazzled by that detail, but a couple of blushes could be seen through their thankful smiles. Spike and Pharynx didn’t look at one another while chuckling nervously. Fortunately, it seemed that only Cadance caught their body language, so she was able to speak up once more.

“Well, if we continue your guys’ trade talks at the Dining Hall, we’d have a lot more time to socialize this evening.” Cadance used her magic to collect all the documents and paperwork strewn across the map table. Twilight and Thorax gasped when they saw their hard work being lifted up by the Princess’ blue aura; luckily for the sake of their attentiveness, Cadance made sure to have them arranged in a couple of straight, perfectly-aligned stacks for organization. “Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if they would prefer a place more… private to get away from all your negotiation-talk.”

Twilight and Thorax didn’t notice the slight inflection in Cadance’s voice, or her cheeky little smirk when she gazed over at the two. But as soon as the Princess shot them a wink, Spike and Pharynx’s blushes deepened immensely with a shared look of realization. Cadance then led the way out of the Throne Room, taking the paperwork in her aura. “Don’t worry, I’ll be as careful with these documents as I am with Flurry Heart.”

Pharynx averted his eyes, and was able to successfully keep his amused huff unheard by any of the Royals. When Spike turned to him, the Changeling leaned down and whispered, “Does that mean the documents will be taken by Sombra again?~”

Spike quickly smacked Pharynx’s shoulder with a claw. But even with that warning jab, the dragon struggled not to giggle from that slice of dark humor. Luckily for both of them, Twilight and Thorax reluctantly followed Cadance out of the Throne Room. “Uhhhh, alright then!” said Thorax, who turned around while walking backwards beside the Princesses. “Pharynx, be sure to stay on your best behavior!”

“Oh come on!” The General rolled his purple insectoid eyes in obvious offense. “I’m a grown Changeling, Thorax! You also wanna remind me to wipe my ass?”

Twilight and Cadance quickly covered their muzzles, but their surprised snickering still made Thorax wince. “Nnnnnghhh! P-Pharynx!”

“Don’t worry, dude!” Spike leaned in to wrap a claw around one of Pharynx’s forelegs. “I’ll take him to my room to hang out. You just focus on your, errrr… whatever with Twilight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” replied Twilight with an affirmative nod. “I’ll be sure to send your guys’ lunch up there post-haste.”

Spike and Pharynx waved the group goodbye, their smiles a little more precarious while so close together. Twilight and Thorax were the first to exit the Throne Room, which provided Cadance the brief opportunity to look back at them with a giddy grin. She pointed a hoof at both of them, causing their eyes to widen even more than before. Even without saying a word, the Princess of Love made it obvious that she knew something the other Royals did not.

Since nopony else was in the Throne Room at that time, there was an awkward bout of silence as soon as the main doors closed. Spike and Pharynx stood side-by-side for several seconds, with neither of them able to say a word to one another. The two appeared to be visibly stunned by Cadance’s behavior, as well as the fact that she got the two away from their respective leaders with surprising efficiency. When the dragon and Changeling finally turned to face each other, Pharynx looked slightly concerned. “Okay, I doubt you actually said anything to her, but… Does she know?”

Spike turned away with a worrisome expression of his own. After sucking some air through his fangs, all he could do was shrug his shoulders weakly. “Well, I mean… she’s pretty good at sensing certain… feelings, I suppose…”

Pharynx closed his eyes and groaned silently enough to sound like a growling hiss. “Nnnnngggg… Dammit, I should’ve known somepony would suspect something.”

“Hey, at least it wasn’t either of them!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know…”

Pharynx looked away from the pudgy dragon, and sighed with a slow shake of his head. Spike glanced back at the doors for a second, and exhaled more calmly. When he turned his focus back to Pharynx, he moved his claw up to rub the Changeling’s shoulder. “You know… Considering that she just got us away from them, it seems like she gave us a pretty good opportunity…”

The subtle inflection in Spike’s tone prompted Pharynx to look back down at him with his brows raised. Despite how small and petite he may have appeared, Spike’s smirk turned much more confident while gazing up at him. “And I don’t know about you, but… I’d rather not let that opportunity go to waste~”

Pharynx grew a grin just as sultry as the dragon’s. “Oh, really now…”

He lit up his chitinous horn, and a bright green aura wrapped around Spike’s waist. The Advisor gasped for a second, but was quick to close his eyes and shudder with an antsy grin. Pharynx stared the dragon down intently, and lifted him up from the floor so they were properly face-to-face. When Spike finally reopened his eyes, his suspended body trembled when he saw the hungry stare the Changeling was giving him. “Would you rather I teleport you up there? Or should I get you on the leash again?~”

A powerful shiver crept across Spike, causing him to blush even deeper and squirm in Pharynx’s aura. “D-Dude, come on… I-I’m already pent-up as it is…”

“Oh, alright…” Pharynx may have been daring when he wanted to be, but he relented with a quick roll of his eyes. Since the two were still in the Throne Room, it didn’t take much convincing for him to stop his teasing. However, he still leaned in close to Spike’s face before whispering, “But you better have that tail of yours raised as soon as you’re on the bed~”

Spike’s only response was a faint, shuddering moan while his eyes were locked on Pharynx’s. Even while clutched in the Changeling’s aura, he was able to lean forward and plant his lips for a deep kiss. Pharynx closed his eyes, and instantly reciprocated the gesture with his muzzle opening up. The two stayed like that for nearly a minute, with their lips hungrily smacking around their coiling tongues. The sounds of their sloppy makeout session echoed off the Throne Room’s spacious walls, along with their muffled moans. When the two finally pulled apart with a wet pop, Spike grinned more excitedly while his lips were glistening in saliva. “Deal~”

With a bright flash of his magic, Pharynx teleported out of the Throne Room with Spike in his grasp. Much like with Twilight, Spike didn’t feel the slightest bit of worry about moving through such a unique form of magic. The two instantly reappeared in Spike’s bedroom with a magical poof, with the dragon still being held in Pharynx’s hooves. As soon as his hind-legs touched the floor, Pharynx stared Spike down with a wide and lustful grin.

Spike’s claws quickly wrapped around the back of Pharynx’s head, and he lunged in to continue their passionate kissing. Pharynx gripped him just as tightly, and stumbled on his hind-legs as he tried to walk bipedally towards the bed. Since the dragon was living in Luna’s former bedroom, the lavish abode was as spacious as most families’ homes. But even with a ridiculously huge screen covering one of the walls, and a brand new gaming system hooked up beside a couple of recliners, it was clear that Spike and Pharynx were more preoccupied with each other.

“Mmmphhh!!~” Spike was thrown onto his back, which caused a couple of comic books on the mattress to fall to the floor. Pharynx crawled on top of the moaning dragon, and continued to make out with him sensually. His hooves were wrapped around Spike’s back, which allowed him to grab the bottom of his blazer and yank it off in a single effortless pull. The dragon’s small, leathery wings flapped excitedly, but it was nothing compared to the rapid buzzing from Pharynx’s insectoid wings. Meanwhile, his magic went to work as he quickly undid Spike’s trousers. Spike continued to kiss the Changeling deeply, and moaned into his mouth as he felt himself being undressed with such urgency. “Nnnnnnnn…”

Spike’s clothing was tossed off the bed, falling to the floor beside some of his other clutter. The dragon leaned back against the mattress, and shuddered when he felt the cool air brushing against his scaly body. Pharynx pulled his head back for a moment, grinning wide when he took in the alluding sight of Spike’s naked body. The Advisor shivered while pinned under his lover’s hooves, and tried to smile naturally through his heavy blush. However, the Changeling’s eyes soon peered downward, and he smirked devilishly when he saw what Spike’s clothes had been hiding. “Oh my… I’m surprised you still kept that on, big guy~”

Spike blushed even deeper, and groaned through his teeth while Pharynx stared down at the metal device between his pudgy legs. Just beneath his scaled potbelly, a small metallic cage was tightly nestled around the dragon’s twitching cock. Even though the chastity cage was meant to keep Spike from growing fully erect, the tiny sliver of his pointed tip could be seen trying to poke through the thimble-sized top. The bottom of the cage was tightly latched around Spike’s balls, causing them to bulge out from obvious strain and carry the slightest shade of blue. Every time Spike breathed out weakly, his cock could be seen straining hard within the cage to make it twitch against his waist. There was also a surprisingly thick glaze of clear, syrupy precum matting the dragon’s crotch, indicating just how long he’d been straining since Pharynx showed up.

“Heh~ I’m not gonna lie, that’s actually really impressive.” Pharynx shrugged his head while smirking at his mate. “Seriously, I don’t think I could handle wearing something like that for two weeks straight. You’re a heck of a trooper~”

Spike shuddered with his fangs tightly gritted, and tried to hide his discomfort with a thankful nod. His little cock continued to strain hard inside of the cage, which in turn made him more eager to finally be alone with Pharynx again. “Th… T-Thanks, dude… I-I-I really didn’t expect it to be this… t-this intense~”

“Yeah, you’re telling me…” Pharynx looked absolutely delighted by Spike’s squirmy, subby state. He leaned his head in with his muzzle open wide, and extended out his forked tongue. Even though his appendage wasn’t nearly as long or dexterous as the dragon’s, the Changeling’s reptilian tongue still made an impact when he dragged it across the top of Spike’s waist. The dragon moaned out with his back arching up from the bed, and more precum spurted out through the top of his cage. But with Pharanx’s hooves still clutching his shoulders, Spike was kept firmly in place while his mate licked up a generous amount of pre. By the time Pharynx pulled his head back, a long string of the viscous secretion connected Spike’s cage to the Changeling’s coated tongue. “Mmmmmmm…”

Pharynx made sure that Spike was looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze, before closing his muzzle with a mouthful of the dragon’s pre. The General may have been a masculine guy among his fellow Changelings, but he was still confident enough to smirk down at Spike while swallowing his load. After an audible gulp, Spike moaned out when he saw that thick bulge going down Pharynx’s throat. Meanwhile, the Changeling shuddered as he exhaled with his muzzle wide-open, exposing his freshly-cleaned tongue. “Aaaaahhhhh… I’m not gonna lie, your cum is surprisingly spicy~”

“Hmph…” Spike may have still been squirming from how badly he was throbbing his cage, but he couldn’t stare back at Pharynx after that remark. The little dragon averted his eyes while blushing hard, although Pharynx was able to see the faintest hint of a smile creep across his lips. Not to mention, his cock was still trying its hardest to break past the restraint of that teeny cage, and coating every inch in more of his pre. Before Pharynx could say anything else, Spike tried to mutter back, “W-Well, I mean… I’m glad you don’t hate it, I guess…”

“Hey, what’s to hate?” Pharynx laid himself over the dragon, and leaned in to nuzzle the crook of his neck. Spike giggled as he trembled from his lover’s touch, as the smooth chitin glided effortlessly against his glistening scales. Even though he still felt rightfully overstimulated, Spike sighed sweetly when he saw the warmth in Pharynx’s buggy eyes. “I know that you and my brother have a lot more history, but… I’d be lying if I said I had any regrets right now.”

Spike’s eyes widened a little, and he titled his head curiously. “Wow, really?”

Pharynx scoffed while staring down at him incredulously. “Oh what, is that really hard to believe?”

“Well, I mean… I knew you had a thing for shorter guys, but…” Spike blushed a little deeper as he nestled himself in Pharynx’s embrace. When he looked back up at him, he tried to say in a flirtier tone, “H-Honestly, I would’ve figured you just wanted a quickie, at least~”

Pharynx actually shrugged his head, not disputing the dragon’s point. “Well, can you blame me for wanting that ass? You were basically flaunting it when I first showed up with Thorax.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t!” Spike tried to say that with a hint of offense, but he could only react with a lighthearted smack to Pharynx’s chest. The Changeling was still grinning shamelessly, with his eyes trailing down to that plump waist the dragon possessed. His hoof went down and rubbed at one of Spike’s thick, supple cheeks to feel how pristine it was beneath his scales. Spike groaned through his fangs, with his body tensing up almost as hard as his caged cock. And with the Changeling leaning in to growl teasingly into his ear, it didn’t take long for him to relent. “Mmmmmghhh… O-Okay, okay! I… I may have wanted a little attention…”

“Oh, were you now?~” Pharynx was smiling rather mischievously. “I suppose I should be grateful I got to you before any of the Guards.”

“Nnnnnfffff…” That last part got the dragon really riled-up, and he lunged up to kiss Pharynx on the lips. The two spent another moment making out deeply, only stopping when Spike needed to take a breath. As soon as their lips broke apart, the dragon said with a rushed exhale, “B-Believe me, I tried to get their attention for months… Y-You were the first one to actually respect me enough to reciprocate…”

Pharynx didn’t try to pry on what may have happened, but he could understand why someone like Spike would have difficulties finding a guy before himself. Given how long it took for dragons to physically age compared to ponies, it was hard to believe that Spike was legally an adult in Equestria. He may have not been offended, but he still said sarcastically, “Gee, don’t I feel special now?”

“Dude, don’t be like that!” Spike nuzzled the Changeling’s muscular chest, and hugged him tightly. “Seriously, I’m really glad to have someone like you. You’re the only guy who really gets what I need, you know?”

“Yeah, I get what you mean…” Pharynx took that opportunity to reach back with his other hoof, and squeeze both of Spike’s plump cheeks tightly. Spike reeled his head back with a shrill and piercing cry, which would’ve likely alerted any castle staff who walked past his door outside. Fortunately, the dragon didn’t show any discomfort (aside from the obvious source latched to his crotch) when he grinned up at Pharynx excitedly. The Changeling narrowed his eyes on him intensely, and said in a deeper tone, “And I have a feeling you need something specific from me right now~”

“Mmmphhhh!!” Spike and Pharynx held each other tightly on the dragon’s bed, and went back to making out with their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. While his lips slathered against the Changeling’s, Spike’s claws went downward to feel every inch of Pharynx’s body. The General’s anatomy may have been alien to the young Advisor, but that didn’t mean he was unfamiliar with it by any means. Even without opening his eyes, Spike was able to reach down and grasp the base of Pharynx’s thick, almost muscular-looking shaft. The Changeling cock may have been far different from any stallion’s equipment (as well as Spike’s adorable little pink nub), but it carried a girth that would make the most well-endowed pony intimidated. The plump, bulging shaft carried a much deeper shade of green than his citin, and had a well-pronounced knot bulging just past his sheath. His cockhead was remarkably smooth and circular, and was only slightly wider than his rigid length.

As soon as Spike’s claws grasped that veiny shaft, a thick glob of milky-white pre oozed out from the tip. The Changeling seed could be seen dribbling down the underside of his length, and were eventually caught by Spike’s digits as he slid them upward. Pharynx moaned inside of Spike’s mouth, while the dragon quivered from feeling that gushing pre soaking his claws. He pulled back with a heavy blush, and didn’t say anything before dragging his reptilian tongue down the length of Pharynx’s chest.

“Aaaaaahhhhh…” The General laid back on Spike’s bed, and let the little dragon take charge as he got on top of him. Spike groaned through his open maw while licking that green chitin, carrying the slightest hint of saltiness from the Changeling’s lingering sweat. As soon as he flared out his nostrils, and caught a strong whiff of the musk permeating from Pharynx’s crotch, Spike let out an eager exhale while drool trickled from his mouth. He looked down with his face deeply blushed, and licked his lips when he saw just how much precum was coating Pharynx’s cockhead in a thick, glossy sheen.

Pharynx took notice of the dragon’s enamored stare, and grinned confidently with his hooves behind his head. “Yeah, that’s right,” he purred as he laid back comfortably. “Prove how much of a slut you are for some proper cock~”

Spike’s eyes fluttered with another moan, and he instantly dove in to prove the General right. His mouth opened up as wide as it could, even though the girth of Pharynx’s cockhead was slightly larger. The dragon’s tongue slithered out like a serpent, coiling around Pharynx’s shaft several times to grab as much of that gushing pre as he could. Spike moaned out from the sheer intensity of Pharynx’s musky, and slightly sweet secretions that practically soaked into his hungry tongue. Meanwhile, Pharynx gripped the bed sheets tightly as he groaned and reeled his back up from the bed. “NnnnNNNNNNGGGHH!! OoooOOOooohhhh, fuck!~”

The dragon shivered from hearing Pharynx’s titillated voice, and he responded by wrapping his lips as best as he could around the Changeling’s bulging cockhead. His tongue continued to slide around his shaft, while his claws tediously stroked the bottom half just above his knot. Even though he knew how risky it’d be to take something that large, Spike’s tailhole could be seen puckering in need while he was bent over atop Pharynx’s waist. Spike pulled away one of his claws, which was glazed with a surprising amount of the Changeling’s gooey precum; and while keeping his stance over Pharynx’s waist, the dragon brought his claw back to prod just beneath his raised and scaly tail.

“Nnnnnfffffff…” Spike kept slathering Pharynx’s cockhead with his mouth, and trembled from the onslaught of pre that spurted to the back of his throat. However, his eyes clenched tightly when he dug one of his glossy digits against his tight, puckering hole. He groaned around the girth of Pharynx’s cock, but he didn’t let up on giving his opening a proper stretch. The dragon’s tailhole was spackled with a generous amount of Pharynx’s seed, which helped to get that first digit inside with only a little resistance. But with Spike’s tongue sliding down more of the Changeling’s length, as well as his drool slobbering all over that cock to make it even more delectable, his growing hunger prompted him to begin slipping in a second digit without pause. “NnnnnnNNNNNNnnnn…”

“Awww, shit…” From his position on the bed, Pharynx was able to look past Spike and see the mirror hanging on the wall. Even though the sight of Spike’s slutty mouth worshipping his cock was hot as Tartarus, he couldn’t ignore the tantalizing view of him trying to shove his pre-soaked claws into his needy hole. The syrupy substance stood out prominently against the dragon’s scales, which caused Pharynx’s cock to throb harder in the Advisor’s grip. The dragon eventually reopened his eyes, staring Pharynx down while his claw and tongue continuously stimulated his rigid shaft. That view was more than enough to make Pharynx writhe against the mattress, and pull his head back with a sharp exhale. “Ooooh, man… Holy shit, that’s good…”

Spike smiled graciously, although it was hard to see while Pharynx’s cockhead was plugging up most of his mouth. The dragon reclosed his eyes, and worked more studiously with his claw gliding up and down his pulsating shaft. His tongue swirled and coiled around every inch of that cock as he could reach, pausing only to slide it back in his mouth and collect more of the Changeling’s salty precum. Meanwhile, his second digit was finally able to work its way through his tailhole, and stretch him out enough to make his whole body quiver. He was already preparing himself to try and take a third digit, hopeful that Pharynx would give him that pounding he so desperately needed. And while the dragon was perched on his knees, his tiny chastity cage could just barely be seen as it twitched and dribbled uncontrollably.

“Aaaaahhhh!!~” Spike pulled his lips away from that gushing cockhead, revealing several strings of precum that connected the smooth tip to his open mouth. His tongue kept swirling around the top of his shaft, while he jerked the remaining length as vigorously as he could. Pharynx moaned out deeper while clinging to the bed, losing himself to pleasure as he throbbed harder in the dragon’s grip. And even as he kept teasing his puckering hole, Spike was able to look down at the Changeling confidently while pointing the cock towards his open mouth. “Nnnnfffff, come on, General… I want you to fill me from both ends~”

“Mmmmnnnphhhh…” Pharynx stared up at the dragon with a strained, half-lidded gaze through his heavy blush. His legs were squirming beneath the dragon, but he didn’t try to pull away when he saw how eagerly Spike was wanting that first load. Since he was already getting close, Pharynx huffed with a smirk and tried to ask, “Damn, you… you really are a big slut, aren’cha?~”

“Mmhmm~” Despite his Royal title, Spike didn’t even attempt to dispute such a term from Pharynx’s mouth. In fact, Spike leaned in even closer to that throbbing cock while jerking him off, and stared the Changeling down intensely. “Ohhhh, you better believe it, big guy~”

“Nnnnnnn… O-Oh yeah?~” Pharynx could see from the mirror that Spike was digging his claw in even deeper, nearly able to stuff that third digit inside of his hungry hole. It was hard for Pharynx to speak coherently, or even breathe while reaching closer to his peak. But with the way Spike was acting, he was determined enough to stare up at him with a grin of his own. “If… I-If you wanna prove that, maybe you should say it. Out loud~”

“Aaaahhhh!!~” A high-pitched, lustful moan escaped Spike’s mouth while working his claws for both of them so furiously. He may have not been too embarrassed by such a request, but he still shivered elatedly while smiling down at him. He finally pulled his claws from his backside, which revealed the tantalizing view of his glazed and stretched-out hole in the mirror for Pharynx to see. And as he loomed in closer to the head of that thick Changeling cock, Spike licked his cum-smeared lips before speaking with conviction. “I might be a Royal Advisor, General Pharynx… But I’m willing to prove just how much of a--”

“WHOA!!”
“OH, SHIT!!”

“GAAAAAHHHHH!!” Spike and Pharynx yelped out in unison, and nearly jolted off the bed from those new voices. The two were still in their suggestive positions as they laid frozen on the bed, their eyes peering towards the bedroom door. Much to their shock and shared stupidity, neither of them tried to lock the door before hooking up. And due to how randy they were getting, it wasn’t too surprising that they couldn’t overhear any knocking.

Nor the fact that a couple of the Royal Guards could just walk in with their lunch.

“Uhhhhhhh…”
“Hoo boy…”