“Master, please, this pretender is hardly worthy of serving you this fine evening. Allow me to share your bed and worship you like the god you are,” Spike smugly hummed, waving to the changeling several feet away.
Clutching his hands to his deliciously flat chest, Thorax swallowed hard and peeked up and into the towering stallion’s eyes. “S…sir, I just want you to relax. If you allow me to be your company for tonight, I’ll massage your back, cater to your every whim, and ensure you wake up tomorrow refreshed and in good spirits.”
“Pffft -” the dragon scoffed, rolling his eyes. “This pansy is so meek that he won’t even admit he wants you to bend him over. If you choose me, I’ll milk every drop of thick, virile seed from that divine stallionhood of yours.”
The shapeshifter stiffened, peeking down at the bulge in the stud’s pants, before he closed his eyes, slowly exhaled, and composed himself. “I may not be as forward as this little tramp, but I’ve never left you wanting ~ have I? The way you kiss me, how you pin me to the bed, and the sweet nothings you whisper in my ear can only mean -”
“They don’t mean anything! He knows I’m a more capable lover,” Spike interrupted, turning his attention from the titanic unicorn to the meek drone.
“That’s not true! My liege prefers a demure lover, not some lustful excuse for a h…harlot like you!” Thorax bleated.
Standing over the pair, watching them bicker over who would serve him that evening, Sombra struggled to maintain his stoic expression. There’s been times in his life where creatures fawned over him and begged him for an ounce of intimacy, yet not a single one could hold a candle to the duo before him. Though the dragon and drone were both peerless lovers, practically worshiping the ground he walked on, each had their own unique appeal.
Spike was easily one of the most forceful partners he’d ever had, despite being a prolific bottom. If he allowed it, the little reptile would ride his cock from sunup to sundown, doing all the work in the bedroom, then suck him off and thank him for the opportunity, yet his attitude was only one facet of the appeal. Between his diminutive size, broad hips, and substantial bottom, the dragon’s looks rarely failed to get him riled up - that said, he had some stiff competition.
Unlike his fellow concubine, Thorax’s approach to carnal affairs was markedly more reserved and feminine. The svelte yet bottom-heavy bug would dote on him like a wife to a husband, placing his comfort and contentment above all else. While there were some stallions who would enjoy a more assertive mate, he positively adored the affectionate treatment. He’d spent many a night making passionate love to the seductive shapeshifter, but this was neither the time nor the place to wax poetic on his little love bug.
Seeing Spike prod Thorax’s chest, listening to their bickering escalate, he softly cleared his throat. The subtle move was all it took to cast a deathly silence over the room, as the duo shifted their focus from one another up to him. Regardless of their differences, his pair of paramours clung to his every word and obeyed his every wish, and they’d ceased their squabble in an instant.
“Boys,” he began, glancing to each in turn, “while I appreciate your enthusiasm, you know better than to fight in your king’s presence.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Thorax murmured, dropping his head.
“Yeah,” Spike remarked, averting his gaze while rubbing the back of his neck.
Lifting a finger and opening his mouth to speak, an idea struck Sombra like a bolt from the blue. He had been about to invite them both to his chamber for the night, seeing as how he had the strength and stamina to go several rounds with each, although their little spat needed to be addressed. Since they were both hopelessly addicted to his dick, and since they both loved having their ass stuffed, perhaps a small competition to test their mettle.
“Spike,” the colossal stud stated, immediately causing the dragon to look up at him, “go into my closet and retrieve a large cardboard box that’s just inside the door.” Swinging his head over to the drone, he nodded toward the bathroom. “Thorax, go and fetch some lube. Since you two are particularly spirited this afternoon, I think we’ll play a small game.”
Without questioning him, yet having puzzled looks on their faces, the concubines politely bowed and scampered off to do as they’d been asked. One of the best things about them, aside from serving as magnificent eye candy and live-in stress relief, was that each was remarkably loyal and efficient. Even when tasked with something they knew little about, they rarely failed with their duties. In less than a minute, the dragon and changeling returned with the various items.
Turning away from them, after plucking both the large box and the lube from his lovers’ grasps, Sombra nonchalantly walked to the side of his bed and waved them over. “Now then, see yourself onto the bed - yes, both of you.”
Once again, they obliged his request. Scampering over, with Spike seated himself beneath the headboard and Thorax easing himself onto the foot of the bed, they expectantly awaited his command. Situated almost perfectly between them, he placed the elongated box atop the bed sheets, pulled open the cardboard, and revealed one of his more frivolous purchases. Hefting a long, thick, double-sided dildo into the air, hearing a soft gasp from his two lovers, he chuckled to himself.
“It may not be quite as impressive as my endowment, but you’ll have to make due,” he amusedly remarked. “Boys, I’m going to be frank with you, all this needless quarreling is wearing on my nerves - as such, we’re going to amend the dispute right here and now. The first of you to cum while using this toy loses; the winner will share my bed tonight ~ is that clear?”
Even before he was finished speaking, Spike and Thorax were leering at one another. Though they got along with virtually everything, actually being quite close friends, each was immeasurably covetous over their stud’s amorous attention. Knowing what was to be done, in all likelihood having fooled around with one another using a similar sex-toy at some point, they crawled to the center of the mattress, turned away from each other, and pressed their chests to the blanket.
Holding the length of silicone in one hand, he flipped the bottle open and drizzled thick, viscous liquid over the dildo’s twin tips. He was well aware that the pair were already cleaned and lubed, since they’d been fully prepared to tend to him, so he saw no reason to dally - that and he’d been looking for an excuse to watch them use his recent investment. As he lifted the dong between his faithful concubines, they shuffled back and brought their rears into position.
“Aaaaaaaaand,” he purred, penetrating his mates with the toy, “you may begin.”
No sooner had the words left his lips than Spike leapt into action. Rolling his hips back, slamming his ass into his competitor’s pillowy tush, the diminutive dragon took to fucking the dildo like a porn star. What he lacked in size, he more than made up for in resolve, as he peeked over his shoulder with a smug smirk.
“What’s the matter, Pansy?” he inquired, his voice dripping with venom. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle it!”
Thorax, being the taller of the two, was immediately put on the defensive. So far as Sombra knew, the slender drone had always been a bit of a pushover, even when he’d directly ruled his hive, which left him wide open for the furious assault. Lurching forward with each impact, gnawing his bottom lip, he pushed himself up and braced his arms. While he may not have been as aggressive as his amorous nemesis, but was no quitter.
Knitting his brow and glowering back at his foe, he threw his ass back and began his counterattack. “I…I’ll show you!”
Practically grinning from ear to ear, Sombra stepped back to fully appreciate the depraved display. The sight of Spike’s short, curvaceous body, adorned in a harlequin bedlah with gold trim, was delightful - then again, his competition was just as alluring. With a sheer lilac nightie resting over his lithe frame, Thorax’s humble, albeit provocative attire was just as eye-catching as his opponent’s garb.
Though they were dressed and built differently, both his lovers shared a number of similarities. For starters, they each had a miniscule cage clasped to their meager packages - secondly, their clothing did nothing to conceal their bodies. Sombra leaned from one side to the other, savoring the view of their slapping coin purses and rumps, as he watched pre-cum begin to dribble between their thighs.
One of the first orders he’d implemented for them was that they remain in chastity almost constantly - not purely because neither Thorax or Spike would be needing their pathetic endowments, but because it made them both all the more desperate for his affection. Even the most stalwart stallion could be reduced to a cock-hungry bottom, if being fucked was the only way they could achieve release.
The drumbeat of slapping flesh filling the air, accentuated by the sound of stifled whimpers, compelling him to up the ante. Though the duo were having a competition for his attention, he’d never mentioned that he wouldn’t get involved. Lowering his hands and unbuttoning his slacks, he started to disrobe. No matter which of the delectable little strumpets won, the outcome would be the same - he’d be emptying his balls into one of them before long.
It wasn’t until he’d kicked his pants and underwear aside, leaving his lower half totally bare, did he realize that his entertainment had ground to a halt. “Don’t mind me,” he snickered, nonchalantly stroking his semi-rigid stallionhood, “I’m just making myself more comfortable.”
In a startling display of belligerence, tearing his eyes off his Master’s package, Thorax seized the initiative. Using his superior size to its full benefit, he arched his back, changed the angle of his rearward plunges, and turned the tables on his foe. It was a delightfully surprising turn of events, but he didn’t hold the upper hand for long.
Spike’s eyes widened in shock, and a hushed gasp escaped him, as his prostate was assaulted by the sudden shift. In terms of sheer mass, he was on equal or greater footing with his opponent, yet his short stature was a detriment for the competition. Mirroring his rival, pushing his torso up, he flexed his limbs and put his weight to work.
It was a spectacularly degenerate spectacle of depravity, and Sombra’s immense stallionhood reflected it. Growing its full size in the blink of an eye, his monstrous endowment weighed heavily within his palm - still, as incredible and arousing as the show was, he couldn’t help but think it was missing a certain je ne sais quoi. As he split his focus between his mates, watching their chests heave, his smile grew twisted.
“You’re such incredible mares,” he mused, sending power flowing into his horn. “Please, allow me to show my respects.”
Before Spike or Thorax could react, each too intent on making the other cum, a violet aura surrounded their nipples and groins. As their King twisted and teased their chests and fondled their nethers, adding yet another layer of stimulation to their plight, their guttural, whorish groans cut through the air. Their motions faltered, as their resolve was weakened by the influx of pleasure, yet they doggedly refused to throw in the towel.
“I know it’s hard, but the reward will be well worth it,” Sombra continued, his fingers growing slick with pre-cum. “The winner will claim me all to themselves for the evening - in fact, I’ll do whatever they want. Should you wish for me to lock you in a mating press and breed you, so be it. If you’d rather I make hot, passionate love to you, I’ll oblige - in either case, I won’t stop until you look wonderfully pregnant with my regal essence…”
Spike’s mind was sent reeling, besieged by a deathly combination of physical bliss and psychological nirvana. There was no possible way for him to actually get knocked up, but he’d be lying if he didn’t regularly fantasize about Sombra putting a bun in his oven. Staving off wild, wholly captivating imaginings, he set his jaw and forced himself to keep humping back at his opponent.
Pawing at the bed sheets beneath him, feeling pre-cum leak from his cage, Thorax winced. The sensations accosting him were incredible, yet the prospect of spending a night with his King filled him with a righteous determination. He’d given up his old life for Sombra, so he wasn’t about to lose to an impetuous lizard - not now, not in front of his colossal stud. Summoning a strength he didn’t know he had, he bucked against Spike’s supple rump.
It was honestly hard for Sombra to settle on who to watch, since both his consorts were inching perilously close to their limit. He’d been with them long enough to notice the signs; the subtle tremor in their thighs, the heightened pitch of their mewling, and the way they frantically pitted themselves was almost as adorable as it was exciting - almost. Running his tongue over his lips, genuinely curious to see who would be the victor, he felt his stallionhood twitch with anticipation.
For a pair of bottoms going at it, he would never have predicted the two would pit themselves at one another with such vehemence - nevertheless, things inevitably reached a head. With his magic delicately twisting their nipples and caressing their caged clits, his ministrations ultimately yielded an unforeseen result. Moaning out in near unison, the pair pressed their asses together one final time and came in near unison.
Fuck if he could tell who had peaked first, but Spike and Thorax crossed over the threshold with a photo finish - pun not intended. Thin, watery spunk drooled from betwixt their legs, creeping down their thighs and spattering over the blankets, as their bodies fell still. Though he was unsure of who had climaxed first, if there was a true victor between them, he was sure of one thing - he was so hard that it hurt.
Stepping to the side of the bed, leveling his stallionhood at them, he placed his hands on his hips. “What do you have to say for yourselves?”
Crawling forward and away from each other, letting the sculpted length of silicone unceremoniously slip from their confines, the duo drawled to him. In spite of having just orgasmed, they pressed their muzzles to either side of his girthy shaft, peeked up at him, and began worshiping him like the sycophants they were. A quartet of soft, delicate hands played over his equipment, fondling his balls and caressing his length, while their eyes met his.
“I’m so sorry, Master,” Thorax dejectedly muttered.
Drawing his forked tongue over the meaty folds of Sombra’s sheath, Spike nodded. “Will you forgive me?”
“Of course I forgive you, both of you,” Sombra sighed, reaching down to stroke their cheeks. “I could never choose one of you over the other; you’re both my perfect little mares.”
The duo giggled like school fillies, cheerfully wiggling their rumps while smiling up at him. As sappy as the statement sounded, he meant every word of it. Spike and Thorax, though having wildly different personalities, were peerless paramours and he cherished both of them deeply. Staring down at them, their joyful faces sandwiching his dick, he lifted a hand and spun one finger.
“Present yourselves for me,” he softly ordered, “I’d like to reward you both for your efforts.”
Wheeling around with blinding speed, the pair leaned forward, lifted their hips, and brought their backsides to the very edge of the bed. Though neither said a word, the expectant look on their faces, as well as the way their puckers excitedly winked at him, spoke volumes. Drawn by Spike’s ample derriere, he stepped to his left and positioned himself directly behind the prostrate dragon, kissed the tip of his length to the reptile’s immaculately presented entrance, and drove his hips forward.
Fighting the urge to push back against the stud, Spike gnawed his bottom lip as he was penetrated. The toy he’d had lodged in his behind mere moments before felt downright puny, compared to the massive stallionhood slipping into his depths. The heat, size, and incredible texture were just as amazing as ever, making him forget all about how petty he’d been with his self-imposed rival.
“T…thank you, my King,” he sputtered, feeling the thick medial ring kiss and sink into his well-trained hole.
Though Thorax scrunched his snout, jealous that his Master had chosen Spike over himself, he didn’t say a word. It wasn’t his place to protest or speak against the King, nor did he wish to ruin the stud’s enjoyment. Keeping his tail flagged, he turned his head and looked away from his fellow concubine - that was until a pair of large digits effortlessly plunged into his rear. As he raised his hips and squeezed the pair of fingers tickling his p-spot, his envy evaporated.
While it wasn’t nearly as good as an actual dick, having Sombra massage his bitch-button warmed the depths of his heart and caused his cage to leak all the more. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much!”
Only stopping once the entirety of his length was entombed within Spike’s behind, Sombra rested his free hand on the dragon’s hip, steadied himself, and withdrew a portion of his shaft. Glistening in the cool light of his chamber, his coal-black stallionhood contrasted spectacularly against the vividly collared buns of the shortstack before him, yet the sight paled in comparison to the heavenly sensation of warmth his lover afforded. Giving his first true thrust, driving the tiny dragon forward, he set to fucking his mate in earnest.
It was miraculous to think that he could hilt either of his mates, given their comparably small size, but that was one trait they did share. After months of patience, training, and perseverance, having no other way to sate their carnal urges, the duo were able to accommodate every vascular inch of his cock - be that as it may, they were both still taut enough to milk his shaft with staggering efficiency. Pushing back to meet his plunges, his eyes closed and resting on his delicate hands, Spike’s pushy penchant crept to the fore.
“So needy,” he snickered, giving his lover a playful smack on the rear. “And to think you were once interested in Rarity.”
“You’re so much better than she could ever be,” Spike groaned.
He wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad that he’d pined after the stuck-up couture, but it mattered little. Sombra was, in every conceivable way, flawless; his good looks, charm, and the power he wielded would have made anypony, mare or stallion, thankful to have him. Bucking back with increasing force, tightening his pucker on the stud’s withdrawals, he subconsciously moved faster and faster.
Matching the lustful bottom’s pace, while he continued to finger the changeling, Sombra’s ambitions soared. As strange as it may have sounded, this was the first time he’d fooled around with Spike and Thorax at the same time; there’d been occasions when he’d visit one then the other, yet the ménage à trois was on another level of thrilling - sadly, the exhilaration of it all had an impact on his otherwise stellar endurance. The sinful symphony filling the air, the velvety depths caressing his length, the delicate scent of perfume, and pleasuring both his consorts sent him skyrocketing toward release.
Had it not been for his indomitable will and unshakable resolve, he could have reached his limit within minutes - hell, any other stallion would have climaxed after a few seconds with the duo of femcolts, but he wasn’t any ordinary stallion. His weighty balls slapped against the dragon’s dainty coin purse, his hips sent ripples through the reptile’s cushiony ass, and his fingers sank into the soft hide of his mate, as his onslaught continued. It wasn’t until Spike’s hitched breaths sailed to his ears, sensing his plump little mate was close, did his resolve whither.
Spike’s movements became frantic, his heart pounded in his chest, and an endless stream of pre-cum dripped from his caged prick, but it wasn’t just because he’d been teetering on the edge - no, it was because he knew his Master was close. The sensation of the huge, flaring cock-head within him, bulging out his stomach with every plunge, and the throbbing of Sombra’s shaft were a portent of what was to come. Turning his head and peeking back, only barely able to stop himself from collapsing, he gave voice to his desires.
“D…do it,” Spike rasped, giving voice to his desires, “fill me!”
The plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, pushing Sombra past the threshold. With one final, unstoppable plunge, he buried his stallionhood deep within Spike and came. A veritable deluge of roiling seed surged through his pulsing shaft, flooding his lover’s bowels. Though he couldn’t quite see the full result of his generous deposit, his consort’s shrill howl and trembling body told him that he wasn’t the only one to cum.
Barely able to hold himself up, feeling his belly round under the pressure of what had to be nearly a liter of spunk, Spike shudderingly exhaled. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten off while being fucked, nor would it be the last, but that didn’t detract from the magnificence of the experience - at least it didn’t until he opened his eyes. Panting beside him, less than a foot away, Thorax weakly humped back against the stud’s hand.
“Sir,” he whispered, looking back and catching the King’s eye, “if I may…”
The titan slowed to a halt and cocked a brow, taken aback by the spontaneous and unexpected breach of etiquette. “You may.”
Steeling himself, Spike glanced over at the drone. “Perhaps you should give her some love as well.”
Sombra opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. Spike had gone from arguing with the changeling to feeling sympathetic nearly at the drop of a hat, leaving him at a loss. Looking over at the little love bug, seeing a blush on the passionate parasite’s face, he smiled. Perhaps there was some hope that these two could get along - well, get along while serving him. Withdrawing his hands and backing away, unsheathing his semi-rigid length from the dragon’s clenched hole, he waved at the drone.
“You heard your friend,” he hummed, “roll over for me…”
Thorax didn’t need to be told twice, flopping to his side and rolling to his back nearly instantaneously. The world spun around him, though he stayed in roughly the same spot on the bed, and he found himself looking up at Spike’s grinning face. While it was true that they’d been friends for years, prior to Sombra’s liberation of Equestria, they’d been at odds since being adopted by their Master. Returning the small smirk, he nodded over at his erstwhile companion.
“Thanks,” he mouthed, staying quiet.
Spike simply winked over at him, before a shadow fell over him and drew his attention to the towering stud - his towering stud. Stepping to the very side of the bed, clutching his length in one hand, Sombra slapped his stallionhood atop his chaste, downright pathetic package. There was no denying how inferior he was to the mountainous and majestic unicorn, but being reminded of his place, of his laughable inadequacy as a male, never failed to get his blood pumping.
Obediently lifting and spreading his legs, resting his ankles on the behemoth pony’s hips, he rested his hands on his chest and played with his nipples. “Take me…”
“You don’t need to ask, Darling,” Sombra rumbled, leaning over the supine changeling. “You know your King takes what he wants…”
Unlike with Spike, who he’d rutted like a cheap whore, his treatment of Thorax was something altogether more sensual. Slipping one hand behind the drone’s antlered head, and the other beneath the lad’s lower back, he blindly pressed the slickened tip of his shaft to his lover’s backdoor. Though the changeling flexed his legs, trying in vain to pull him in, he waited for just the right time. As he lowered his head and locked lips with his mate, he drove his length into the drone’s awaiting ass.
Between the muscular tongue filling his muzzle and the monstrous stallionhood plumbing his depths, Thorax was in heaven. He wouldn’t complain about sharing any passionate moments with his stud, but he absolutely adored facing his Master while they made love. Locking his legs around the King’s hips, he flexed his legs and drew the titan deeper.
Even if he could have spoken, words couldn’t convey the enormity of being claimed by such a marvelous creature. Sombra had given him a new life, shown him his purpose, and ensured all his needs, both in and out of the bedroom, were tended to. Being able to serve the stallion was the least he could do, so that’s exactly what he did.
A pleased growl escaped Sombra, as he felt the warm metal of Thorax’s cage press against his groin. It was hard to pick which of his concubines was his favorite, but the drone’s approach to amorous affairs was just as appealing to Spike’s. Pulling out just enough to free his medial ring, keeping his tongue within his mate’s snout, he started plowing the changeling like a verdant field in spring.
Weary though he was, his gut obscenely distended by the unfathomable quantity of cum sloshing around within him, Spike simply couldn’t bring himself to simply observe the pair going at it. Unsteadily pushing himself up and slipping from the side of the bed, praying he wouldn’t disturb the lovers, he sank to his knees and crawled between the giant unicorn’s legs.
He’d done his part and sated the colossus, but that wasn’t nearly good enough for him - not by a long shot. As he knelt on the carpet, gazing longingly up at the pair of ripe, darkly furred balls swaying above him, he licked his lips. Since he wasn’t being played with, he saw no reason not to lend his lecherous efforts to the task at hand.
Feeling something warm and wet glade over his pendulous nuts, Sombra grunted and glanced to the side. He was a bit surprised that Spike was able to move, let alone sneak to the floor, but he wasn’t about to stop his favorite power-bottom from worshiping him. Continuing undeterred, hotly making out with Thorax, he allowed the dragon to venerate his loins.
The taste of sweat coated his palate, and heady musk flooded his sinuses, while Spike kissed and gently suckled upon the stallion’s fist-sized balls. He’d quickly developed a particular fondness for oral, regardless of whether it was before or after the main event, so the circumstances suited him just fine. Closing his eyes and pressing his muzzle to the stud’s taint, he reached behind himself and wantonly fingered his gaped, leaking hole.
“Oh my god,” Thorax gasped, breaking the kiss.
He couldn’t say how long he’d laid there, having his insides rearranged by Sombra, but it felt like a small eternity. His battered backside winked around the pistoning length, as his tender p-spot was utterly pulverized by his massive lover. Though the kiss was incredible, nearly as arousing as the sex itself, he could only fellate the stud’s long, sinuous tongue for so long before needing air - fortunately for him, his Master didn’t seem to mind.
Doing what he could to clutch at the stud’s muscular back, he bucked up at his gargantuan stallion. Between the fingering and the licentious display beforehand, he’d been riding a hair trigger since Sombra had slipped into him - something the King was all too aware of. As he gazed into the stallion’s eyes, losing himself in the deep crimson and pitch-black nothingness, his Master gave him one simple command.
“Cum,” Sombra whispered.
And with that single word, his composure was sundered outright. His toes curled, his back spontaneously arched, and his feminine braying reverberated through the chamber, as he was overcome by a tidal wave of raw, unfettered ecstasy. Incredible couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of cumming while being rutted by a veritable demigod of a creature, yet it was the closest descriptor mortals could manage. Enfeebled and exhausted, yet determined to earn Sombra’s essence, found the strength to endure.
“I’m - Nnnph - getting close,” Sombra snarled, clamping his eyes shut.
He’d had no reason to question his performance, especially considering how sensitive he was from cumming such a short time earlier, but he felt a pang of guilt all the same. It was one thing to have a steamy night in the bedroom with one courtesan, but rutting two back-to-back was a taxing endeavor - a pleasurable endeavor, but a taxing one nonetheless. Feeling Thorax shift, while a pair of slender hands wrapped around the back of his neck, he was undone by possibly the most demure request he’d ever had.
“Make me your mare,” Thorax softly breathed, nibbling the stallion’s ear.
It was rare for Sombra to have a lapse of strength, but be damned if the changeling didn’t have a way of finding his weaknesses. As he grit his teeth, hilting his rock-hard cock within the drone, he was flung into a sea of rapture. The ecstatic wails of his lover were the perfect accoutrement to his bliss, contrasting against his snorts and grunts of conquest, while his thrusts drew to a halt.
While he was a bit exhausted, having bedded his duo of lovers one right after the other, he felt fantastic and certain that he’d sleep like a baby. Glancing over at the clock, seeing the late hour, he sighed. A King’s work was never done, and he was no exception. As much as he would have liked to dither away his time with the pair, he really did need to shower and get some shuteye.
“Alright,” he huffed, shuffling back and unsheathing his length, “now that that’s settled, how about we…”
His comment died, as Thorax slid off the bed and knelt beside Spike. In unison, without saying a thing, the two closed on him and began licking the cum from his shaft. As tired as he was, the sight of them working together made his stallionhood twitch. Somehow, as implausible as it seemed, they’d managed to overlook their differences and unite forces for him.
A low chuckle blossomed into a rolling belly laugh, as he reached out and patted their heads. “You two never fail to amaze me ~ did you know that?” he remarked, delighted with them both. Meeting his eyes, the duo nodded coyly. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and get to bed. Your King has a busy day tomorrow.”
Spike and Thorax beamed, their eyes never leaving his face, as they helped one another stand. “Thank you, Master…”
