Author's Note

Kinks: Anthro, Age-up CMC, Giant Dragon Dong, Large male on smaller female, a dragon shared between friends, and dominance play.

Scaling mount dragon 01

There was a downside to living with a fashionista. Yes, you’d have your choice of all kinds of nice clothes, not that Sweetie Belle cared for fancy clothes at this point. No, the downside was, when your sister was away you needed to mind the store.

In a town that consisted of mainly farms, you never really had that much need for fancy dress clothes. Out-of-town ponies from Canterlot did come in for special orders from time to time, but what Rarity always seemed to forget during her time creatingwas that the shop portion of the boutique was empty most of the day.

Thus, Sweetie Belle was volun-told to “Mind the shop while I’m away.” Thus, Sweetie sat, staring boredly at the door with her hand propping up her chin.

She really wanted to be upstairs doing anything else but somehow Rarity would know if she left the front. Probably some magic bullshit thing she had set up.

It was going to be a long day.

Spark the dragon sighed. His date had been a bust, and he didn’t really see the need to keep the suit. He had the funny feeling it had intimidated the poor mare. Though it could have been the fact that he was, well, a dragon that also did that. Plus every time he moved too quickly he was afraid of tearing the cloth on his blue-green scales. Once the date had ended, he’d gone home, carefully removed the suit without tearing so much as an inch, and folded it up.

That was yesterday. Today he was taking it back to the shop he’d gotten it from. He wasn’t expecting a full refund, but he didn’t need something like this around.

The bell over the door dinged as he walked in, and the adult dragon blinked. Huh, that wasn’t the mare who’d sold him the suit behind the counter. “Um, hi?” he said with a small wave of one clawed hand, his voice deep and with a little bit of a rumble to it. “I’m here to return a suit, I don’t need it anymore. The date…didn’t end well.”

Sweetie blinked, refocusing from her wandering thoughts. She sat up straight when she saw the titanic form of dragon in front of her. “Oh. Iiiii’m sorry to hear that.” She said, getting her bearings. She cleared her throat, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed just being in a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants. (What, she preferred comfort.) She quickly pulled the order list out from under the counter. “Lemme see… Ah, do you have the receipt?”

The dragon pulled out a slip of paper from his pants (one of the only things he was wearing, the other being a vest of some sort) and gingerly handed it over, careful with his claws to not puncture anything. “I got the feeling it might be important,” he said with a wry chuckle.

“Yeah, kinda helps me find the…” She said, taking the receipt and looking it over. “Ah- Wait, how much did she charge you? All she does is special orders.” Sweetie’s eyes bugged out a bit at the price. She held a hand out for the suit. “Did it even fit right? Honestly, it’s like all she knows is how to make clothes for ponies or something.” She steamed, before looking up at the dragon. “Sorry, long, long day. I’m Sweetie Belle.”

“Spark,” the dragon said, holding out one clawed hand to shake. “And yes, she took my measurements. Twice, just to be sure she hadn’t missed anything. It fit, but I was constantly afraid of tearing it. I figured I could return it and not have to worry about the delicate nature of the thing anymore.”

“Dude, you could flex right now and probably explode your shorts off.” Sweetie snickered. “So, I got mad over nothing. You must be used to it. Uh, sorry about your date. What happened, if that’s not too painful.”

“I think she was either intimidated by me or the suit,” Spark said, before raising a claw to his chin. “Or the sight of me in the suit. The dinner conversation wasn’t, and she all but ran out of the restaurant when I paid the bill.”

“What the fuuuuck?” Sweetie blinked. “What a bitch. Sorry to sound shallow but,” she gestured at all of him, “Damn! Who wouldn’t want all this?”

“Apparently last night’s date,” Spark chuckled. “It’s okay, though. Plenty more females out there.” He tapped the edge of the counter. “So that refund…?”

“Shit, sorry.” She shook her head, and popped the till to retrieve the bits. Once retrieved she dumped them in a small sack and held it out. “Ya know, if you're free later, I could be one of those females.” She said with a giggle. “You live around here?” She quickly added. ‘Why did I say that?!’ She yelled at herself internally.

“Oh yeah, just down the road, I live on Bridle Way,” Spark replied. “Pretty sure it’s one of the few houses made of stone around here because, you know,” he gestured to all of himself. “Dragon. Fire.”

“Huh. Duh, should’ve guessed. Know a dragon, but he lives in a big, shiny castle. He was always head over heels for my sister.” Sweetie shrugged. “Never really could find the right guy myself, last guy I dated got me into gaming, yet he was also a whiny momma’s boy.” She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I need to look for someone older rather than younger.” She winked at him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re too small for someone like me,” Spark said, gesturing to her height before using the same hand to indicate how tall he was.

“You’d be surprised how many- and I’m not finishing that sentence.” Sweetie coughed, her cheeks bright pinks. “Sorry, little flustered.”

“It’s okay,” Spark said with a chuckle. “Honestly I admire your enthusiasm. You’ll make someone very happy someday, I’m sure.” With a smile and a swish of his tail, the large dragon slunk out of the shop, his pointed tailtip the last thing to leave.

Sweetie slumped to the counter. “... Rarity get home faster.” She whined. “I might have a date.”

Spark hummed to himself as he worked in his machine shop. He liked working on these devices, it helped to clear his head to make sure that they were all in working order. Sometimes they just needed a little elbow grease, sometimes they needed a new fan belt or gear to properly function again.

At the moment he was lying under a train engine block that he had suspended from his ceiling, humming as he took the thing apart.

There was a knock on the garage door. “Uh, knock knock?” That was a familiar voice. “It’s Sweetie Belle, from the uh, boutique…. What am I doing?” He heard her groan to herself.

“I remember you from the other day,” Spark called back, his tail twitching a little in recollection. “Come on in, the door’s not locked, just mind the tools and parts.”

The door opened and hooves clopped on the concrete floor of the garage. “I’m used to making my way through messes.” Sweetie chuckled. “Uh, sorry if this is intruding, or something. I just thought… you might want some company… or something.”

“I mean I wouldn’t turn down some company, this can wait a moment,” the dragon said, wiping his claws on a nearby rag as he pulled himself out from under the engine block. Goodness, he really was big. She’d almost forgotten how big in the few days it had been.

Sweetie, in seemingly the same hoodie and sweatpants, leaned against a tool cabinet. “What, um, what kind of company are you wanting? … Sweet Celestia I’m bad at this.”

“Bad at what?” Spark said with a head tilt. “I’m mostly just glad to have someone around to talk to. What were you intending to do while you were here?”

“I’m bad at flirting.” She mumbled, looking at the engine block. “Aaaand… I’m kinda embarrassed, to say.”

“Oh.” Spark blinked a few times, before putting a hand to just above her head. “I thought we’d come to the conclusion that you were a little small for me?” he questioned.

“Noooo you came to that conclusion, and you’d be surprised at what I can take. You haven’t seen the bad dragon dildos in my closet.” She managed to say before her face turned beet red.

Spark, to her surprise, actually chuckled and pat her head. “I doubt that confidence of yours will measure up to the actual thing,” he told her.

She actually pouted. “Only one way to find out.”

Spark had no idea how that conversation had led to him lying on his bed, the only thing he was wearing being his pants, as a half-naked Sweetie stood nearby. To be fair, it was a lot of bed, and he took up the middle all by himself.

“Nervous?” he asked her.

Sweetie unhooked her bra (which she happened to actually wear for once). “Antsy.” She replied, dropping her bra into the pile. “And, if you are too big, I could always titfuck you and/or try to blow you. You know, back up plan.” She said, lightly pressing her CC-cup breasts together. “And, I know I’m not much to look at compared to my sister.”

“Your sister was the one who made the suit?” Spark checked, getting a nod in return. “...Point,” he admitted. “But it wasn’t your sister who decided to try to lay the dragon in his own home.”

“Well, yeah.” She stepped over to the bed, before pausing and slipping her panties off. Only to kick them onto the pile of clothes. She stood next to the bed. “Whelp. Here I am.” She lightly shrugged.

“If you’re sure,” Spark said, hooking his claws into his pants and unbuttoning them at the front. The fabric slipped down, revealing Sweetie’s target.

His length immediately sprung free of the cloth confines once the pants were pulled down far enough, and she could start making comparisons as it jutted from his otherwise smooth crotch. Namely, it was about as long as her arm, and as thick around as a piece of pipe. Plus, there were the ridges to consider. Every few inches the cock seemed to bump outwards before returning to somewhat normal. All in all, a challenge, even for her.

She blinked. “Huh.” She hummed, climbing onto the bed and shimmying on her knees up to the length. “Well, who needs organs.” She snorted a laugh.

“Seriously, don’t feel like you have to hurt yourself to prove anything,” Spark said, lifting a hand in concern. “There’s a reason I’m on bottom.”

She shimmied closer and shifted into a squat. “Not wanting to prove anything.” She said, lightly caressing his length with a velvety hand, before gripping it softly. Her lips lightly kissed his tip. “Don’t got any plans today, do you?” She asked, lightly rocking her hips, grinding her lips against his tip.

“Not really,” he said, doing his best to not buck upwards. “What were you planning on-”

She let herself sink onto the tip, quickly engulfing it before taking the first ridge where she paused and lightly rocked back and forth, sliding what she took of his length around inside her. “Mmmm, see?” She stuck her tongue out at him, though her face was bright pink.

“That’s just one,” Spark said, trying not to moan. “I’m pretty sure anyone could take the first one. More than that and you might hurt your-”

Her reply, cutting him off, was sinking deeper, taking not one, but two more of the ridges with a satisfied groan. “S-so sue me, I like massive cocks. Love sitting on my massive dragon dildos, though, you might just take their place.”

“You’re talking like this is going to be…a regular thing,” Spark noted, doing his best to sit up a little without jostling the proceedings. “Do your dildos have ridges like this?” he questioned her.

“Small one does, though a fav is the hemipenis, not that that's a knock at you.” She said, slowly sliding further, her lips slowly engulfing the next ridge. “Also, you saying you wouldn’t want to have a twenty-something filly ride you, or let you ruin her pussy for any other stallion.” She winked.

“I mean, if only for reasons of your health, I don’t think you should make it a thing you do constantly,” Spark pointed out, now using his arms to push himself into a somewhat sitting up pose, looking down at the mare still squatting over his length. “You still haven’t proven you can take the whole thing, and that can’t be doing good things to your-”

She slid her hooves out from under her and slowly let gravity take her further and further down. She groaned as a bulge slowly grew in her stomach. She moaned as she stretched around every ridge.

And all too soon, there was the small impact of their crotches meeting, the mare impaled on the length of dragon dick that was stretching her to her utmost limits and making her enjoy it.

Her hands pressed and ran over the bulge in her stomach. “H-how do I feel?” She groaned out, meeting his eyes.

Spark leaned down and trapped her lips in a kiss with his own, his tongue twisting into her mouth to wrestle hers into submission as his clawed hands came up to rest on either of her hips. Once the kiss broke, he looked her in the eyes and let out a low growl. “Like the best toy a dragon could ask for,” he said in a low tone. “Hot, wet, tight, snug…and even capable of giving feedback as to how hard you want it.”

“Gonna sound like a slut, but I wanna cum on this cock. Then I want you to ream me senseless.” She said biting her lip and running a hand down to start rubbing and circling her clit.

Then Spark firmed up his grip on her hips. “Why not both at once?” he questioned, before he started lifting her up. If the ridges felt good on the way in, then they stretched her just right on the way out as well. He took out all but the last ridge…

And then slammed her down again, thrusting upwards to hammer the head of his cock into her depths, to make her realize how much he’d meant that ‘toy’ comment earlier.

Her breath was driven out with every thrust in, only for her to manage a gasp of breath as he pulled her off. Every thrust made her see stars. And every thrust made her hotter and wetter. A splatter of her juices spurted against his crotch with every impact.

The dragon let out another possessive growl as he pushed himself to his knees, taking away any chance she could support herself with her legs as he just kept using her. He trapped her lips in another kiss to hammer home his dominance as his tongue ravished her mouth like his cock ruined her pussy. Up and down, he was relentless. He seemed to be driving the pair of them to a peak she’d never reached on her own.

She groaned into his lips, whining out with every domineering thrust. Adoring the feeling of being full, and being so completely dominated. Being little more than a hole for his massive cock to fill. To use.

She squealed as her lust squirted onto his stomach. He let out another little possessive growl at that, before pushing her all the way down and holding her there, his own cock twitching in her depths. Something hot, molten, bubbled up through his cock, and splashed as deep as it could go. Very little escaped thanks to the ridges, which meant most of his boiling seed went up instead.

Her stomach swelled as stars burst in her vision. Her whole body shook and shuddered as she peaked a second time, meer moments after her first. Her ears rang. It was all nearly overwhelming.

Then the dragon chuckled as he sat back, letting her flop only a little thanks to the length of cock inside of her. “Well,” he said with a bit of a drawl. “That was a good first round.”

“First… Round…?” She asked slowly. “I might need a minute. The spirit is willing, but the body is squishy and fragile.”

“That’s a shame,” Spark said, running a finger over her stomach’s bulge. “Because adult dragons, when riled up, can go all night.”

“Might need to call in some back up.” She said, flopping back onto the bed. Taking that as a signal, Spark slowly popped his dick out of the mare, one ridge at a time. Only a trickle of seed escaped as he did, the majority remaining within her before she was freed from his length.

“So, what, do you share dragons with your friends often?” he quipped.

“Nah, they just don’t get laid as often, not that I do, mind you, but we’ve had this thing where if we’re not in a committed relationship, we share guys. We’ve been close like that.” Sweetie explained with a small groan.

“I, see.” Spark blinked. “Do you want me to bring you something?” he said, looking at how she was just laying there. “I’m assuming your legs still work.”

“My phone and maybe some water.” She said, stretching out slowly. “Phone should be in my sweats pocket.”

“On it,” Spark nodded.

Scootaloo was drying herself off after her post-workout-at-the-gym-shower when her phone buzzed.

Sweetie: ‘Scoots. Need some help.’

Scootaloo blinked. ‘With?’

Sweetie: ‘With a guy I met.’

She blinked again. ‘Kay? You gloating?’

Sweetie: ‘In over my head. He big. Too much for me. Halp!’

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. ‘Fine, give me the address, I’ll come save you.’

“And I just showered too.”

Apple Bloom wiped her brow and stretched out. She’d just finished fixing the tractor, since Big Mac hurt his back… again.

There was a rattle as her phone buzzed on the shelf.

Scootaloo: ‘Sweetie found herself a guy. Needs some help.’

It buzzed again.

Sweetie: ‘So, I’m in over my head. I need some help.’

Apple Bloom snorted a laugh. She texted Scootaloo. ‘Meet ya there.’

She switched to Sweetie’s text. ‘Gimme the details, I’ll head out.’

Spark had helped Sweetie sit up on his bed and gotten her a glass of water while her fingers were tapping away on her phone. Presumably calling in her backup. “You look cute like that,” he mused, running a clawed hand through her hair. “Like a big toy just waiting to be used.”

“That’s a great way to get me to come back.” She glanced at him. “Talk to me like I’m an object.” She said dryly, though did give him a wink.

“I mean, you weren’t really complaining when I treated you like one,” he teased, his tail snaking around to rub at her still protruding stomach.

“During is fine. During I’m a horny idiot.” She commented, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fair,” Spark agreed, moving to instead use his hand to bring her against his side, sitting there and snuggling with the (much) smaller form of the mare. “Though as you point out, for me, this is still very much during.”

“I should say mid-fuck, since this is the cooldown.” She added, taking a drink of water. “Mm, and they should be on their way.”

“Ah yes, the mysterious friends who will help me relieve my pent up tension,” Spark said, playfully mussing the mare’s mane a little.

“One’s a farm mare and the other’s a mechanic. They’re much more, eh, hands on.” She shrugged. “Wouldn’t be surprised if AB rode your cock and Scoots rode your face.”

“I think I’ll take the both of them like I did you, thank you,” Spark teased. “Let them climb on first and then give them a good screw.” Something about the second name rang a bell, but he wasn’t sure what.

After a few minutes the doorbell rang.

“And that’d be them.” Sweetie commented, checking her phone.

Spark nodded, putting a bathrobe on and tying it closed, giving the mare a kiss on the forehead under her horn. Then he stood up and headed to the front door, ready to see who Sweetie thought could help her handle him.

“Hi.” Apple Bloom waved, wearing a tank top and jeans.

Scootaloo blinked stupidly. She happened to be wearing a sports bra and skin-tight running shorts. “Uh, hi boss.”

“Fuckin, what?” Apple Bloom snapped her head around and stared at Scootaloo.

“Well this is unexpected,” Spark hummed, standing to one side to let them both in. “I take it you’ve not thought of me like that before, Scootaloo?”

“Well not outloud.” Scootaloo admitted.

“How’s Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Look at the size of him, she’s a water balloon.” Scootaloo gestured at him.

“Not quite,” Spark chuckled, leading them both to his bedroom, where Sweetie was sitting propped up against the headboard. While they were looking at her, he quietly let his bathrobe fall to the ground.

“Hey.” Sweetie waved. “Still recovering.”

Apple Bloom responded by undoing and stepping out of her jeans. Only to bend over as she pulled down her panties.

Scootaloo tugged her sports bra off and sat in on the foot of the bed, as she tugged her shorts down, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

“Pick one.” Apple Bloom commented as she stayed bent over in front of the dragon.

Spark hummed as he used his hands to gently ease Apple Bloom’s shirt off over her head, rendering her nearly as naked as Scootaloo. His claws undid the snaps of her bra before that fell too, and then the dragon cupped her ass with one hand to pull her against his side, leading her to the bed. On the way, he paused to pick up Scootaloo as well, before sitting next to Sweetie and getting comfortable with his mare cargo.

“I have a different proposition,” he rumbled, his cock twitching a little. “One of you rides me, while the other one, I show the delights of a dragon’s tongue. And when you’re both worn out, I take you both, one after another.”

“I’ll sit on your face.” Scoots said dryly. “I’m tight, though that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck my ass, with lube of course.”

“Which means I get the dick.” Apple Bloom chuckled.

Spark leaned to his right to heft Scootaloo up, ending up with her nethers level with his maw. “You misunderstand,” he drawled. “You’re not riding me, but you will get a tongue in your snatch, and later, a dick as well.”

Before she could object, his tongue snaked out and began exploring her depths.

“Wha- Hey- O-Oh Celestia!” Scootaloo yelped as Apple Bloom shimmied forward and helped prop up Scootaloo by her shoulders, only to start to grind on Spark’s cock.

The dragon flexed his hips a little, causing the tip of his cock to smear itself up and down the apple mare’s lips. Meanwhile, he kept Scootaloo suspended as he started to twist his tongue inside of the mare, trying to get her to sing for him.

“Th-that’s right! You’ve wanted this since I started.” Scootaloo grunted and gasped and Apple Bloom, somewhat forcefully shoved the cock inside herself with a lusty grunt.

“Told ya.” Sweetie commented, lazilly rubbing at her lips.

Spark let out a snort, before he exhaled a breath of very hot air over Scootaloo’s nethers, warming up his tongue inside of her considerably. Meanwhile, his cock stabbed upwards with one mighty hump, getting close to putting another ridge in the apple mare.

“Oh, he’s got some fight in him.” Apple Bloom snorted as she humped and bucked, roughly taking more and more of him.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo pressed her hands against Apple Blooms shoulders and shoved herself back into his snout.

So the dragon obliged, using his scaled, heated snout to grind into the orange mare’s inflamed clit as his tongue began doing corkscrews inside of her. He couldn’t exactly shove himself any higher, he’d have to wait for the apple mare to lower herself more before he could hump any deeper.

“Lemme go.” Scoot’s grunted, humping into his face. “Trust me.”

Slowly, the dragon took his claws away from her ass, one at a time.

Scootaloo’s weight was now on Apple Bloom, which only forced the cock in faster.

Shockingly, Apple Bloom took every ridge without effort, on the contrary. The moment their hips touched, she started to roughly hump against him. Her hands grabbed Scootaloo’s face she mashed her lips into her friend’s, only causing the friend in question to hump the dragon’s face harder.

Harold hummed as he used his hands to instead spread Scootaloo wider, each one gripping one of her legs and spreading her a little bit so that his snout could worm between them just a little more. In mere moments he closed his maw over her lower lips and swirled his tongue over her pussy, flicking her clit a few times as his lengthy oral organ passed over it. Then it dived back into her pussy like a snake down a hole, roughly tongue-fucking the orange pegasus.

Apple Bloom seemed to help, leaning against the mare in the middle.

Scootaloo started to shake, whining and groaning into Apple Bloom’s lips, as her lusty juices coated the dragon’s tongue. Her needy whines only got louder and more desperate as her walls clenched at his squirming tongue.

Apple Bloom broke the kiss. “Come on, Scoots. Let it out.”

Scootaloo groaned out as her legs snapped out of his grip and latched onto his head. She let out gasping breaths, before whining as his mouth was filled with her delicious nectar.

That was one…how many times could he make her cum with his tongue before Apple Bloom tired of doing the same?

“Nothin face, tongue fuck her, we can get another out of her before I get ta treat ya like my fuck toy.” Apple Bloom smirked.

Well, with permission given…

The dragon began using his tongue like a dildo, hammering it back and forth. And on every backstroke, he feathered her clit before diving right back in. He wanted this little mare to sing for him.

“Oh fuck! Oh- Shit! Please- Fuck- Just- HARDER!” Scootaloo shouted as he felt her rippling around his tongue. “ALMOST THERE! HARDER!”

So he obliged, sending his tongue knocking up against her innermost barrier, tickling it with promises of the seeding to come, when she had her turn being railed by him.

And his face was splattered with her second climax as she very quickly went limp, and was somewhat unceremoniously passed off to Sweetie, who cuddled the out-of-it Scootaloo.

“So,” Spark said, looking down at Apple Bloom. “Your turn.”

“Correction.” She said, slowly getting up, squeezing as she reached each ridge. “Your turn.” She said, slamming her hips against his with a loud wet slap.

“Oh, by all means, wear yourself out,” Spark chuckled, leaning back and letting her do the work if she so desired. “And when you’re done, and I’m done with you, I’ll circle back to plowing Scootaloo…giving her a promotion from employee to fucktoy.”

“Might give her a promotion at the shop if this turns into a regular thing.” Apple Bloom smirked, humping and bouncing against his lap. “Say, ya ever think about fuckin Scoots, you know, before ya tongue-fucked her.”

“Not really,” Spark admitted. “But I can see I was missing out.” He used a claw to trace down the pegamare’s back. “Might have to keep her like this so I can fuck her on the regular.”

“I wouldn’t- mmmph! A ride now and then, but those two, oh, those two I think would like to be fucked brainless on the regular.” Apple Bloom, slammed her hips against his, squeezed her thighs against his waist and started to rub and stroke at the bulge in her stomach. A hand lightly squeezed against the very noticeable tip.

The dragon growled and leaned in, gripping Apple Bloom by the hips. “If I’m cumming in you, farmmare,” he hissed. “I do it after I’ve had my fun.”

She had just enough time to process that before he began treating her like he had Sweetie: using her rough and hard.

However, as opposed to the more dainty mare, Apple Bloom seemed to love it. “Atta boy! Use my cunt.” She said with a lusty grunt.

So the dragon did, pistoning her up and down several times in rapid succession, squeezing his ridges in and out, and generally ravishing the eager mare’s nethers. One hand eventually let go of her hips, to come around to her front and tease her inflamed clit on each upward thrust.

“G-good boy!” She put her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. “Ya want me ta cum, ya gotta work for it.”

The dragon let out another possessive growl and decided to shut her up. He trapped her mouth with his, his long tongue entering into combat to dominate her mouth and silence the commentary while he continued to ravish her.

A hand grabbed onto the back of his head, holding onto a horn as their tongues wrestled. Slowly she slowed down her bucking and simply let him ravage her.

With his conquest finally in order, the dragon kept up his hard, fast pace, intent on making her moan so that he could say he’d made them all cum before seeding them. He eventually let up on the kiss, though not so much the clit rubbing. She squeezed her tits, groping at herself as she bit her lip. “Almost- There-” She grunted out.

The dragon leaned down and demonstrated how long his tongue was, licking from her mid torso up. Then he used his tongue to tease her nipples, flicking each one with his lengthy, hot, wet tongue.

She hissed as he felt her tense and squeeze him. She chewed on her lip and scrunched up her face as she let out a shudder.

Then the dragon held her down and began blasting her insides with his hot, liquid, almost lava-like cum. Very little of it was allowed to seep out, thanks to her squeezing him so tight and the ridges acting like dams. So most of it went up into the farmmare’s depths.

“Mmmmm…. How potent are ya?” She asked, rubbing her stomach.

“I mean…adult dragon, not done with the session yet, pretty sure the middle is where we really start getting going on potency,” Spark pointed out. “But then again, ponies and dragons can crossbreed with anything.”

“Good.” Apple Bloom nodded, before slowly tugging herself off of the drake.

Two down…Spark turned to look at Scootaloo and smirked. One to go. His hands grabbed onto the pegamare’s hips and slowly lifted her up so that she was staring down the cock for her turn on it.

“Well, fuck me I guess.” Scoots managed.

“Yes, that is the intent.” Sweetie commented with a giggle.

“How do you feel about being promoted from employee to fucktoy?” Spark questioned as he started to lower the mare onto the cock, the tip poking at her folds.

“Besides the obvious, what benefits are there?” Scootaloo asked tentatively.

“Well, your housing situation would change, as would the uniform,” Spark hummed. “I can hardly fuck you whenever I want if you’re not in my home, naked, at all times. Plus there’s generous maternity benefits.”

“You make a compelling argument.” Scoots hummed. “Fuck it.” She shrugged. “And by fuck it I mean, fuck me stupid.”

Spark nodded once and shoved Scootaloo onto the cock, putting half of it inside her in an instant. “Well then, pet, welcome to your new life, I’m keeping you here from now on~” he teased.

Her eyes bugged out and the breath was driven from her. After a moment, all she could let out was a squeak.

“What’s that?” Spark asked, putting a clawed hand on her hips. “Deeper? Well, if you say so…” And he began slowly, inexorably, pushing the pegamare down on his length, spreading her and pushing another ridge into her depths.

“Nnnnnggghh!” She whined out loudly as her legs quivered.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Spark hummed, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I’ll make it fit. There’s no chance you won’t end up with a belly full of dragon spunk, little mare.” He pushed again, popping another ridge into her and inching towards the next.

She started to pant. “H-hold- Hold my wrists…” She squeaked out.

One hand reached up and gathered both of her wrists, holding them over her head, while the other kept pushing her down. “You’re going to live here,” he promised. “And I’m going to fuck you whenever you’re coherent enough to enjoy it, just to see that fucked stupid look on your face when I’m done~”

Her lust started to drool down his cock every time he pulled out.

“You won’t need any clothes,” he teased. “And I’ll only wash you enough to keep you clean, not enough to get my stink out of your coat, so you remember who owns you.” She came up a little bit, only for him to push her twice as far down. She hadn’t taken the whole thing yet, but with a little effort and all-natural lubrication, it was only a matter of time.

Scoots was seeing stars. She went limp and let him have his way. The tough tomboy was loving this.

Eventually, the dragon pushed just a bit too much, and-

Pop

He was all the way in, his cock kissing her innermost barrier as she hung there, limp, impaled on a spire of dragonflesh.

Scootaloo had never felt so stuffed. She was shaking. Her mind was fuzzy.

She loved it.

Then he started to use her, drawing her up so that only the tip remained inside before slamming her back down and stuffing her full of dragon dick once again, stretching her and filling her at the same time.

“Can’t- take- much- more-” She managed between thrusts.

“You’ll have plenty of time to train up your stamina during your stay,” Spark teased, before finally taking mercy on the poor pegamare and jamming her down, keeping her there this time.

Then she learned what it meant to be stuffed full of dragon dick, as his cock unloaded his potent, hot load, directly where it could do the most damage, warming her from the inside out.

“Uuuugh…. Fuuuuck…..” She groaned out, hanging there limply.

“So,” Spark said as he felt himself finally start to soften, slowly pulling Scootaloo off of his cock. “How much of that was dirty talk, and how much of that is serious?”

“Not… Not sure yet…” Scootaloo rasped.

“How many ponies ya think ya could support.” Apple Bloom asked as she rubbed at Sweetie Belle, with the other mare rubbing at her.

“Well I mean, my mechanist thing is more of a hobby, I could very well make a living off of just ‘being a dragon’, I have the hoard for it,” Spark commented. “Why?”

“Just thinkin.” Apple Bloom shrugged.

“Wouldn’t mind moving out of my sister’s place.” Sweetie commented.

“...Am I going to gain three mates in one afternoon of debauchery?” Spark asked them.

“No comment.” Scootaloo groaned.

“Maybe.” Applebloom added.

“Yes.” Sweetie grinned.

Spark sighed as he came home after another long day at work. He’d fixed up that old locomotive engine but good, and now he was free for the next few days.

The door clicked open.

“Spaaaark!” There was a pomph as Sweetie Belle hit his chest. Said mare happened to be naked. At this point, he was used to it.

“Hello Sweetie,” Spark said, patting the mare’s head with one hand as he shut the door behind him with his tail, so that nobody could catch a glimpse of how he lived his life.

“How was the day?” She asked happily.

“Rewarding, I finally fixed that engine I was talking about,” Spark said, moving towards the living room so he could sit down. Though he didn’t let go of Sweetie at any point.

“Good.” Sweetie grinned. “So, what can I get you, food, or drink, or a bath and/or shower, orrrrr… me.” She stuck her tongue out.

“You do always put yourself on the menu,” Spark chuckled as he sat on the couch, Sweetie jumping up to join him in moments. “What about the others?”

“AB’s helping at the farm and Scoots will be home soon here I think. She went for groceries, because she was more clothed than me.” She snickered.

“I mean, you do seem to be following the in-house uniform quite well,” Spark agreed, using one hand to cup her ample rear and bring her in closer to himself.

“What can I say, it’s a fun rule.” She snickered.

“And the fact that you’ve used it as an excuse to hide from your sister because you’d be indecent?” Spark asked with a raised eyeridge.

“Oh absolutely.” Sweetie deadpanned. Spark took that as his cue to tickle her around the waist, prompting her to giggle and snort before he got serious again.

“Seriously though,” he said. “Where did you put your clothes?”

“Oh, they’re all folded up ready for me to put them on, which I will do… at some point.”

“Uhuh.” Spark nodded his head, somehow conveying he wasn’t convinced in one smooth motion. “And in which house are they in?”

“My room here, thank you very much. I’m not an animal.” She rolled her eyes.

“Which is why you choose to go without,” the dragon drawled. “Seriously, I said that to Scootaloo in the heat of the moment, you don’t have to-”

She put a finger to his scaly lips. “Ap. Hush. If it makes you feel better, I’ll go put some clothes on.”

“No no, it’s…” He sighed. “If you enjoy it, then I won’t stop you. Just, one day I’m going to have visitors.”

“Which is why I know the difference between a knock on the door and you coming in via keys.” She rolled her eyes again.

Spark chuckled and leaned down, to trap Sweetie’s lips in a small, sensual kiss. They stayed like that for a few moments before breaking, the dragon humming contentedly. “So what all did you send Scoots to get?” he asked.

“Necessities.” She said. At his brow raise, she sighed. “Milk, bread, cheese, the normal stuff we go through. What did you expect, beer and junk food? Seriously, I gave her a specific list.”

“And did pregnancy tests happen to crop up?” the dragon said with a smirk.

“No, not yet. Not for your lack of trying.” She snorted.

“True. When was your Heat supposed to come around again?” the dragon asked with a small snort of his own.

“Starts in about a month, so, you might not make it to work much if you have all three of us after you.” She commented, leaning into him.

“Assuming I don’t break the three of you in one night,” the dragon drawled. “It takes the three of you to last one night with me.”

“Well I’m sorry we don’t have your dragon stamina.” She rolled her eyes at him again.

“I’m pretty sure we’re going to end up with a small house of kirins,” the dragon chuckled, running one hand down Sweetie’s back.

“Could be worth it, it could also be hellish.” She shrugged.

“Well I know you can’t break my hand, so I’ll be there for you the whole way,” the dragon said with a snort, laying his head atop Sweetie’s.

There was a click and the front door opened, quickly followed by Scootaloo dragging numerous bags. “I got all the stuff on the list plus alcohol plus junk food.”

“Your arms okay?” Sweetie asked, looking over the back of the couch.

“I’m fine.” Scootaloo commented, then saw Spark. “Oh, lemme put stuff down then I’ll strip.”

“You girls,” Spark sighed, shaking his head but smiling all the while. “You’re going to make me feel overdressed at this rate.”

Sweetie snorted. “You could always join us, but I don’t want you passing out due to dick-based bloodloss.”

“I mean,” Spark looked down at the unicorn mare for a moment. “You’re implying that’d be a problem. Dragon here, I don’t have that sort of issue, thank you. I’m made to be hard for a while.”

And when he looked back up at Scootaloo, she was already stripped down to her underwear.

“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec.” Scootaloo said, fumbling with the latch of her bra.

Spark rolled his eyes and shifted his body a little, using one clawed hand to unzip his pants and let his hardening shaft jut out from his crotch, already filling the air with the musky smell of smoke and fire and dragon male.

“I take it the pair of you are willing to see if you can tame this beast?” the dragon drawled, looking back down at Sweetie.

“I’m first.” Sweetie held up her hand. Scootaloo just rolled her eyes, only for Sweetie to immediately climb onto his cock. Scootaloo shook her head as she dragged the bags into the kitchen.

As she slid down, the front door clicked open.

Apple Bloom paused as the door shut behind her.

There was a moment of “silence” (broken by the groans of Sweetie.)

“Consarnit, y’all started without me!”