Author's Note

Early Thanksgiving Lewdwords!

Kinks: Spilda, dirty talk, twin-cocks, knots, knotting, stomach bulge

How to stuff your best friend

Spike had had an…interesting last year. The pony-sized dragon didn’t think he would get along very well with Twilight’s new…boarder at the library. She was abrasive when they first met, the griffon hen snapping at just about everything. But over the course of a few days, her temperament had mellowed somewhat. Spike personally thought his food might’ve helped coax her out of her thorny shell.

Then a few days later she offered to accompany him to the market, and absolutely decimated the stallkeepers, walking away with more produce than Spike had ever dreamed of, all for about half the money he would have normally spent. Her barbed tongue was good for quite a bit more than biting remarks, it would seem.

She’d also helped him come to terms with his dragon-y nature, seeing as how he had been raised by ponies. In her own words, she was as close to a non-pony point of view he was likely to get.

It hurt, realizing that his infatuation with Rarity was a little bit of his dragon greed for beautiful things gone haywire. But over the course of a month, he got over his crush. He still wandered around to help every now and then when she needed gems, but under direction from Gilda, the dragon had managed to wrangle a larger share of what he dug up for his own consumption.

So, when the Harvest festival rolled around, Spike knew exactly what he was going to do and who he was going to spend it with. The oven dinged, letting him know his apple pie was done, and he reached in and pulled it out with his bare claws. Being fireproof was useful sometimes. Okay, a lot of times. Making sure his claws were clean, he used one to slice the pie evenly, and carefully extracted a pair of slices to put on plates. Then he got the vanilla ice cream and put a scoop on both slices, watching as the fresh, hot pie melted the creamy treat on top of it.

He knew exactly who to share it with. The one who’d been helping him all this year, who likely didn’t have anywhere to go herself. The dragon hummed a little tune as he carried the pie plates upstairs, knocking on Gilda’s door with one hand.

“Come on in, I’m not doing anything that’d embarrass you.” Came the lazy drawl from the other side of the door. Spike rolled his eyes and used one of his hands to open the door, finding the nearest flat surface to put the plates down, before looking for his bro-bird friend.

Their relationship was complicated, which was part of the reason why he was here.

“Eyyy, pie.” The griffon said, rolling over on her bed and grabbing one of the plates in a talon. “I swear, learning some stuff from the Apple Clan is one of the better choices you’ve made.”

“Well it was learn to cook or watch Twilight starve herself,” Spike pointed out with a chuckle. “I learned a lot in the castle, and learning from the Apples and the Cakes only helped with my repertoire. I swear, that mare could burn water if she tried to cook after a study session with too little sleep.”

“Unicorn curse. Unicorns can’t cook, has something to do with their magic. I swear, I’ve yet to meet a unicorn who could actually cook.” Gilda commented as she picked up and took a bite out of the pie slice.

“It’s all a plot by the earth ponies to remain in power via control of the stomachs of the nobility,” Spike deadpanned, before snorting. “So, does the pie meet with your approval?”

She took another bite. “Mmmmm.” She swallowed. “Decent. Not Applejack, good, but… decent.” She nodded.

“Yeah, I swear they’ve got some family secret to make their pies taste better somehow,” the dragon grumbled, before sitting next to Gilda on her bed, his own slice of pie sitting on the nearby endtable, all but forgotten. “So…” he started. “This seems like as good a time as any…Gilda, you’ve, done a lot for me in these past few months. I just wanted to say thanks for all of it. Without you I’d still be a clueless dragon stumbling his way through a pony world.”

“Sure kid.” Gilda nodded at him. “Of course. You kinda needed it.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Spike rubbed the back of his head with one hand. “It took me a whole month to get over my fascination with Rarity, realizing it was just my dragon greed making me feel a crush. Thanks for all of that. I needed a rock of stability while my worldview was crashing down.” Spike had turned to look Gilda more head on as he finished talking, feeling more sure of himself as he finished.

She blinked and set the pie piece down on the plate and set the plate on the end-table. “Uuuuh huh. Something tells me this is going somewhere.”

“Kinda?” Spike chuckled. “It’s just, you’ve done so much to help me while you were here. And I made sure this time to look at it carefully, so, um.” He blinked a few times, before just going for it. “I think I have a crush on you,” he admitted. “A genuine attraction, not my instincts just flaring up and telling me to hoard you. I actually…kinda wanna get closer to you than just friendship.”

She blinked again. “Spike if you wanna fuck you can just ask.”

Spike blushed, an impressive feat for one with scales. “G-Gilda!” he whined. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but…that’s not the point. Can I…do something?” he asked, wringing his hands a little at how this was going.

“Sure.” The griff shrugged.

Spike used his hands to help Gilda sit up on the bed so their heads were more level, and then he did something the hen wasn’t expecting. He brought his scaled muzzle closer to her beak and-

Huh. So this is what a kiss was like. It was incredibly warm, but that was to be expected, considering he was a dragon.

Her beak could only do so much, and she honestly didn’t get much out of it, but it was… nice.

“Mleh.” She mlemed as the kiss broke. “Sorry, beaks aren’t really made for kissing.”

“I know, I just wanted to try it once,” Spike chuckled, his arms pulling the hen closer into a hug as they sat on her bed. “I still think my answer is the same, though. I do have a crush on you, Gilda.”

“That’s fine.” She replied. “And that’s not me turning you down.” She quickly added. “Just, don’t really feel the same yet. I wouldn’t turn down some casual sexy times though.”

Spike chuckled, before letting his draconic tongue curl out of his muzzle and around his snout, wrapping around a few times before slurping it back in. “I think I’m down to help you relieve some tension first,” the dragon offered once he noticed the hen watching his tongue tricks.

“Oh you don’t say.” The hen raised a brow. “I’d ask if you wanna see, but you’ve walked in on me more than a few times.” She chuckled as she rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. “Call me shameless all you want.”

The dragon hummed, lowering his head to between her hind legs and finding her lips. There was only a little dew on them, so he decided to rectify how excited she was. He let his tongue loll out, licking up and down her lips, before hooking it between them and started feeding it inside her.

“Ooooooo! Knew that tongue could do some tricks!” She hissed, squirming on the bed. That invading tongue started to twist around inside of her, spreading her wide as it piled up like a snake, looking for her depths.

Suddenly the talons were around his head and his face was shoved against her pussy, shoving his tongue into a coiled mess inside her. “Mmmmmph, call me greedy, but slow really isn’t my style. Tap my thigh if you want me to fuck your face.”

Spike’s hands came up and gripped the hen’s thighs, before his tongue started all but fucking her pussy, driving in and out and spreading her every time he thrust it back in. He’d been taught by Cadence when it was evident how big he would grow and how compatible he might be with ponies. He had lessons to draw on.

“Atta boy!” She cried, hooking her paws over his shoulders and she humped his face. More than a little of her spicy lust covered his tongue. Spike timed his tongue thrusts with her humping, his forked tongue tip hitting the deepest part of her and tickling the barrier.

“Mmmph- Nah, that’s for cock.” She grunted. “Speaking of cock, how’s yours?”

It wasn’t like he could actually answer, with his mouth stuffed full of griffon puss. But he did roll onto his side a little so she could see-

Two erect lengths bobbing under his belly scales, with little ridges decorating them from the tip down that just seemed to get bigger the closer they were to the base.

Her upper half twisted and her talons reached out, one around each shaft. “Oh, they’re warm.” She hummed, slowing her bucking into his face. The talons slowly slid up to the tips. The more she stroked him, the harder he got, until something fat popped its way out of the slit his cocks had come from.

He had knots too? Why had she slept on having sex with him until now?

“Where have you been keeping these?!” She gaped. “Fuck, why haven’t you railed me any of the times that you caught me talons in pussy?” She continued as her talons slid down to lightly squeeze the knots.

The dragon let out a little grunt and resumed his tongue-fucking efforts, doing his best to map out all of her innards and find a spot that would make her squirm. Once again, he wanted to get her to cum first. Like a gentledrake.

“Awww, look at you playing cunt cartographer.” The griff snorted a laugh, while rocking against his face. “Don’t think you’re gonna find my trigger inside as good as it feels.” She said massaging the twin knots, before sliding her talons back up in a slow stroke.

Wait, that was right! Cadence had said- Spike’s eyes flicked up to the front of Gilda’s lips, and he decided to play around with his tongue a little. While he kept a majority of it inside the hen, a small bit of it pulled up and pressed up against the inflamed, throbbing clit that had protruded once they’d started playing with each other, rubbing against the sensitive nub with his heated tongue.

She gasped. “There!” Her reaction made her talon squeeze his knots. “Could you… eh- Mmmmm… suckle it?” She asked quietly.

Spike hummed a little, moving his mouth from attached to griffon puss to hovering over the front of it, letting his lips settle around the nub as his tongue was barely pulled from what it had been doing. He gently closed his own lips around the nub and gave a powerful suck on it.

The griffon yelped. Gilda’s hips bucked and he felt her spicy lust juices coat his chin. The stuff he didn’t drink down, anyways. Once she was done cumming, he slowly extracted himself from her legs and licked his lips theatrically. “Tasty,” he teased.

Immediately the griffon rolled onto her stomach and raised her hind end. “Cocks. Now. Need em.” Her quivering pussy lips were still dripping, and yet the hen was already demanding. “Single hole, both holes, doesn’t matter. Gimme. Make it so I can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you’re stretchy enough to fit them both in your pussy-” Spike started to point out, even as he drew up behind her, his claws on her flanks as his lengths pressed against her rear.

“Fuckin bet!” She said, spreading her lips with her talons. “Cave of wonders dragon boy.”

“...Okay, well, if you break, it’s on you,” Spike warned, using a hand to aim both of his tips at her spread entrance, before pushing forward. The tips caught and he gave her a moment to call it off, before he gave one massive hump, burying half of both his shafts in her in one go.

The ridges felt divine as they spread her, each one popping in and making her stretch that little bit wider. And he was already so big.

“Oh, you’re gonna stretch me so goooood.” She groaned, only holding herself up with her hind paws. “How do I feel, Spike?”

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned, holding himself still because he didn’t trust himself at the moment. “You’re like the silky-smoothest, tightest, wettest vice on both of my dicks,” he summed up. “You’re sure you want me to keep going?” he checked.

“Let’s see how much of you I can fit.” She turned her head and winked at him. “Like feeling both your cocks wedged into my tight lion pussy?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m surprised you can take it,” he admitted, his grip on her flanks firming up as he thrust forward again, slowly sinking more and more of his shafts into her…

Until she thumped up against those knots. If she looked under herself, she’d be able to see the bulge he was making in her belly. A talon went up to rub and press against the stomach bulge. “Mmmm, feel that?”

“Mmmph!” Spike huffed, his claws gripping her tighter. “You’re…more accommodating than I thought you might be,” he admitted.

“Griffs got big cocks, and barbs.” She said, rubbing at the bulge while she started to rock back into him.

“I see,” Spike mused, before he started setting a fast rhythm of pulling about half of his cock out, before slamming it back into her, sending the sound of their mating into the air as he fucked her on her bed.

“S-Spike, b-be honest.” She tried to say between his thrusts and her gasps. “You ever s-stroke it th-thinkin’ about me? C-call me c-curious.”

“...Probably a few times in the last few weeks,” he admitted, slowing enough so that they could have a conversation. Though this also meant he just made sure his thrusting took on a deep factor rather than a speedy one, nearly all of both his lengths being pulled out and driven into her with every motion of his hips.

“Oooooohhhh, that’s better…. Is my griff puss how you imagined it? Or did you have other fantasies in mind?” She hummed into the sheets.

“Well…” Spike mused, using one hand to reach up and play with her wingbase. He knew it worked on pegasi thanks to Cadence’s lectures, maybe it carried over to other species. “I don’t know if I can tie you with both at once yet…” he admitted, before dropping into more of a growl. “And I don’t know what you’ll look like if you start carrying eggs yet either…”

“Tying with both in one hole, doubtful, both holes that I can do.” Gilda nodded, turning her head to glance at him. “Eggs will be next year, passed my laying period already. Wanna fuck some babies into me that much?”

“I want to try both in one hole for when you are in whatever passes for griffon heat,” Spike pointed out, pressing forward and grinding both knots into her lips tauntingly. “Or are you saying you wouldn’t demand that of me when the time comes?”

She moaned like a slut. “Ooooh shit. I’d demand that you fuck me till cum gushes out with every thrust. Fuckin’ drown my entire pussy in seed.”

“Best way to do that is with both in your pussy at once,” Spike pointed out, grinding against her again on his next thrust into her. “Double the cum at once. Wanna get practice for then?”

“Yeah… but I also want one in the ass at some point.” She sighed out a groan. “Hey, you mind pulling out a sec? Kinda wanna switch positions cause the legs are getting tired.”

“Oh, sure,” Spike pulled back enough to pop both cocks free, coated in her lust juices. “Just, when you do, I’m probably going to go for the tie,” he warned.

“Of course you would.” She said, rolling over onto her back and shimmy till her legs hung off the bed. “Feel free to mount me again, dork.” She teased.

Spike let out a little growl, using a hand to aim his dual cocks at her pussy and thrust most of the way in on the first hump as he loomed over the catbird. His hands then went to either side of her head as he stared her down, his hips a blur as those knots pounded into her lips over and over again.

She gasped. Her eyes widened as her legs splayed out, wordlessly requesting to be taken. Something Spike did his best to fulfill. His knots kept making progress on getting in, and it wasn’t long before they were halfway in. A little further and there would be no pulling out, no turning back. She was already stretching so far, just a little more and…

~POP~

Her stomach plumped up even further as Spike’s crotch crashed into Gilda’s pussy lips, his scales rubbing against her sensitive clit. The hen saw stars.

As a final act of dominance, the drake leaned down and clamped his jaws around her neck as his cocks started to unload his near molten cum as deep as it could possibly go inside of her, doing his best to hold her still as he filled her overfull with dragon seed.

Her ears rang as her whole body shook. She felt herself start to bloat further. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her scream like a diving eagle. Her talons scraped against his back scales as her pussy contracted around his cocks, milking every last drop.

Slowly, as the pair started to come down from their highs, Spike unlatched his jaws from around her throat, though there was still a noticeable mark under her feathers of where his teeth had pressed against the skin. Like the world’s largest hickey. His knots kept him tied to her as his cocks just drooled more cum into an already-full pool.

“Uuuuuugh….” She groaned, sounding hoarse. “Haven’t been fucked like that…. In awhile…”

“We could do it more often?” Spike offered, leaning down to peck her beak with a kiss.

“Yes please.” Gilda grinned excitedly. “Just after I… deflate.”