Double Needle

"...and seven shtitches later,” Pistachio slurred, “I told myself it was the last time I ever made that rooster a vesht!"

Spike and Plaid Stripes exchanged raucous laughter at the anecdote. Fellow hotel clients were likely bothered.

Spike tossed a cheese-laden corn chip up and snapped it out of the air. “I’m so glad I decided to help Rarity with the Convention, you two are awesome!”

“Aw! Thanks, Spike!” Plaid Stripes moved to draw a foreleg around Spike’s shoulders, only to stop in her tracks. “Oh! Oh! Speaking of sewing! You just gave me an idea, Pistachio!” She adjusted her mussed-up curly mane. “Stay put, I’ll be riiight back.”

Being that she’d been draped upside down over the backrest of the loveseat, actually extricating herself took an awkward eternity. How she’d managed to get herself into that position was beyond the boys.

Spike raised an eyebrow as she half-stumbled to her room. “Everything alright?”

“Yep! Just a little tipsy. All good! Just hang on tight, there’s a little thing I’d like you boys’ thoughts on.” She disappeared into the room and pushed the door shut with her hindquarters.

Pistachio tore his eyes off the closed door and inspected the half-full whiskey bottle. “Did you just see that too, or have I been hitting the bottle a little too hard?”

Spike shrugged, took another swig of kobylka, and coughed. “Whoof. This is some strong stuff.”

“Trade you,” Pistachio offered, pushing the whiskey bottle across the table.

Spike took the offered drink and raised it. “To a successful convention tomorrow!”

“I’ll drink to that.” Pistachio took the kobylka in return, lifting the bottle for a swig.

Both were mid-drink as Plaid Stripes emerged from her room. “Tada! What do you think?”

Pistachio’s drink sprayed across the room.

Spike’s went up in a gout of flame.

Their eyes locked onto Plaid as she sashayed into the room. Gone was the faux-fur-collared-vest-slash-cardigan she’d been wearing; in its place was sheer lace lingerie. The white garment framed her bottom just right, leaving ample space for her tail—and suggesting easy access to what hid beneath. Accompanied with matching knee-high socks and a lace choker, the outfit drew the eye to what it left visible more so than to what it covered.

Pistachio blinked.

“Uuuuuh…”

Pistachio blinked again.

A deep blush washed over him.

“You look. It looks…um…it’s…”

Pistachio shrank down and pulled his forehooves closer to his barrel. Closer to his sheath.

Taking pity on the farmcolt, Plaid turned to Spike. The dragon had been stuck silent, barely holding on to the whiskey bottle in both hands; he’d barely caught it.

She drank in his dumbstruck expression, then turned and posed coyly.

“Do you like my latest design?”

Spike nodded meekly.

“How about the socks?” Plaid backed up closer to him and held up her rear right leg for him to admire.

He nodded again.

“How about… the back?”

Still facing away, she planted her front against the carpet and flagged her tail as high as it would go. Looking back at him, she wiggled her butt for good measure.

As expected, the lingerie left nothing to the imagination. Her mare bits were right in the open.

Spike stared, mesmerized.

Plaid looked down and smiled smugly.

A hard, tapered reptilian cock stood defiantly between them.

“Oh no!” Spike shook his head and snapped back to reality. He desperately tried to hide his erection; dragon claws or not, hiding an object of that size was no easy matter.

Plaid Stripes whipped around. With eyes like dinner plates she leaned in to get a better view of the situation.

Pistachio took inventory of the situation, drinking in both Plaid’s display and Spike’s situation. He felt tension building in his loins. As much as he wanted to hold it in, his member slowly emerged as well.

“Spike.” Plaid looked the dragon right in the eyes.

He wrapped his tail around himself to try and preserve his modesty. “... yes?”

“I wanna suck your dick.”

“Wh-what?”

“I wanna. Suck. Your dick.”

Spike stared, baffled.

Plaid Stripes dived in.

She began by swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, then took just a little bit of his length between her lips. She teased and played with the dragon until he snapped to reality again.

Spike melted into the loveseat as she continued her ministrations. “Ohh… Oh wow…”

Encouraged by his reaction, Plaid moved closer and began exploring every angle of him. She bobbed her head up and down half of his cock. She rubbed it against the inside of her cheek. She worked her tongue around it.

Pistachio looked on, flabbergasted, transfixed, flummoxed by the sight, sounds, and scent of oral sex. He held his hat near his crotch, obscuring himself from view.

“Mm…” Plaid moaned around Spike. She pulled up for air, trailing a string of saliva between her tongue and his glans. She kept one hoof under his shaft, gently rubbing along his length. “So hot and thick... I'm going to have a lot of fun with you.”

She caught Pistachio in the corner of her eye. “Oh! There I go again, getting all excited and forgetting someone.”

Between two vulgar slurps, she lasciviously edged closer, lifted her tail, and presented her lace-framed rear. “Don’t be shy, Pistachio. Help yourself.”

A hormone-driven bout of confidence gave new life to Pistachio. He smirked to himself and tossed his hat off to the side, leaving his mottled erection in full view. There would be time to be confused later.

Had he not been entirely focused on the mare offering herself to him, he might have noticed Spike checking him out, just for a moment.

Despite the dragon cock draped over her snout, Plaid Stripes stopped in her tracks when she felt Pistachio brush up against her rear legs. His warm breath sent a deep shiver coursing through her body.

In response, Spike gently took hold of her head, and firmly pulled her back in. Plaid allowed herself to be handled. When Pistachio’s wet tongue made contact with her nethers, she gasped and was rewarded with another mouthful of dragon cock.

She groaned and moaned through it as Pistachio began working her up. He gently teased her folds; suckled on her clit. He kissed and nibbled. He drank greedily of her juices. Her knees wobbled from the pleasure and she leaned into Spike’s crotch for support. His cock flopped out of her mouth and rested against her soft snout, dripping dollops of precum down the corner of her mouth.

“Yessshh…” Plaid slurred. “Right there! Harder! Suck on my clit like it’s the last gumdrop in the bowl!”

She nudged Spike’s hand with her hoof and set it against the back of her head. “Spikey-Wikey… Fuck my throat. Gimme that dragon fruit like I’m a horny possum!”

The dragon’s eyes met hers. Plaid held his gaze, pleadingly, with the tip of his cock resting against her lips.

Driven half by lust, and half by a desire to pause her stream of bizarre dirty talk, Spike pressed the mare into his crotch and buried his cock all the way down her throat.

With what little clarity reached Plaid Stripes through the haze of bliss, she bobbed her head up and down his length. She ground her nethers against Pistachio’s tongue and face. She hungered for more, and the two boys were more than happy to provide.

Eventually, she came up for air. Working Spike’s shaft with her forehooves, Plaid craned her neck to the side in hopes of catching sight of Pistachio. “Haaah!” She gasped. “More! Mount me! Plow me like your pecan fields!”

Pistachio paused and blinked. Copious amounts of mare juices dripped down his chin. “Pecans…uh…pecans grow on trees?”

Her tail slapped him in the chest. “Then make like a tree and fuck me!”

Ever the gentlecolt, Pistachio wasn’t going to refuse a lady. He reared up and planted his forehooves on either side of her body before lining himself up.

Spike took the opportunity to visually measure up his fellow male. He was pretty sure he had Pistachio beat on girth, but the stallion had nothing to be ashamed of.

Plaid Stripes’s eyes grew wide as Pistachio’s flared cockhead pushed her back onto Spike’s shaft and spread her open.

“Is that what you wanted, you horny little mare?” Spike teased while pulling her in deeper.

Pistachio worked himself deeper inside her. He began with some gentle thrusts and slowly built up the pressure. “Ahh… Miss Stripes! Stripey! You’re so tight!”

If Plaid had any objections to how the evening had turned out, she gave no sign of them. She found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down Spike’s thick length and pushing back against Pistachio, but was soon thrown off when the stallion pushed just a little harder and fully hilted himself in her.

She moaned loudly through the cock in her mouth, sending a pleasant jolt of vibrations through the dragon. Pistachio might not have had Spike’s prodigious girth, but it felt like it reached deeper than she’d ever felt before. It was like scratching an itch she’d never noticed before.

She tapped at Spike’s hip for air, panting and groaning. “Mmmmph…. More!”

“I don’t know what you just did to her, but it’s working.” Spike ran his claws through Plaid Stripes’s mane. “She’s…nnh…she’s going crazy.”

Plaid winced as Pistachio pulled out slowly. Agonizing inch after agonizing inch left her feeling empty, only for Pistachio to thrust back into her until his testicles pressed against her body.

Pistachio pushed his hips forward and forced her butt up for better leverage. “Just…mmmph…just giving her what she asked for.” He began building up a rhythm, basking in her tight warmth and the way she enthusiastically pushed back against him.

“Yeeeesss…” Plaid hissed. “Just like that, keep going! Fuck me like a⁠—”

Spike hushed her by pushing her head back down his cock. “Shhh… There’s a good girl.”

Plaid flashed him an innocent look before resuming her work.

It wasn’t long before she found the flow of things once more. She let the boys take charge and reveled in the raw lust of being pounded from both ends. Spike held her in place, pulling her in when she slacked too much but making sure she didn’t hurt herself; Pistachio went at her like a finely-tuned sewing machine, fucking her in long, sharp strokes with almost mechanical precision.

Spike’s cock twitched in her throat. “Nnghh! Haaah… Plaid, wait,” he gasped. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

She pulled back but kept working his shaft with her hooves, aiming it right at her face.. “Mmmmnnnh, yes!—Pistachio! Harder!—Give me that dragon sauce! Make me your slut bucket!”

Spike moaned loudly and threw his head back against the loveseat. Rope after rope of warm dragon cum splattered against the back of Plaid’s throat, coated her tongue, and dripped down her chin.

Before she could swallow or savor it, Pistachio picked up his pace. A loud moan forced itself out of Plaid Stripes, spilling out even more of Spike’s semen. “Pistachio! Aaah! Pistachio! I swear I’m going to shove every needle in my sewing kit up your pisshole if you don’t keep going! Fuuuuuuck! I’m so close!”

Pistachio clenched his eyes closed, desperately willing himself to keep going as long as he could while his thrusts grew more and more erratic. “Hnnnng… Miss— Stripey! I-I can’t hold it anymore! I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Inside!” Plaid howled, pushed back against him, milked him for all he had. “Gimme that nut, just like your orchard!”

Pistachio slammed in one last time, and both he and Plaid Stripes collapsed forward; her against Spike and the loveseat, and him on top of her.

The room fell quiet; no sound save for the exhausted panting and the occasional pleased groan.

Just two ponies and a dragon lying in a messy heap and basking in their afterglow.

“So,” Spike said. “That happened.”

Plaid Stripes giggled. “It sure did.”

Pistachio’s eyes grew wide. “Wait. Stripey—Miss Stripes—Stripey. I just—You’re not—What if—”

She draped her tail over his snout. “Shhh. It’s okay, it’s okay. I had maiden tea this morning and I’m not in season. No risks.”

Pistachio slumped back down and pushed her tail off. “Oh. Good. Okay.”

Spike idly ran his claws through Plaid Stripes’s curly mane, still processing the frenzy they’d all just gone through. “So, what now?”

“I don’t know about you boys,” Plaid replied. She licked some dragon cum off of her lips and stripped off the lingerie, “but I could really go for a shower, and I’d love some company.”