Double Needle

The Satin Pillow Mareiott Hotel took pride in offering its customers the finest amenities, and the shower was no exception to this. Designed after the pegasus tradition of raincloud showering, the bathroom offered an open-floor, ceiling-mounted shower. It could easily accommodate an amorous couple or, in a pinch, three horny teenagers.

After an initial mishap—never trust a dragon to set the shower temperature—said teenagers hopped in.

“Hope I didn’t push you too far out of your comfort zone there, Spike,” Plaid Stripes said. When Spike turned around, she looked away. She was just looking for the shampoo, of course. The shampoo that just happened to be at crotch height very close to the dragon. Nothing improper.

Spike shrugged and continued to rinse off his torso. “You took me a little by surprise, but I’m not complaining. First time seeing a dragon cock, I’m guessing?”

“Guilty as charged, and you should be proud of it. I can’t say I’ve had one that thick before either.”

Spike turned to Pistachio, who was lathering his fetlocks with rapt attention. “Judging by the noises she made, I’d say you’re not lacking in that department yourself,” he teased.

Pistachio blushed copiously. “I...uh…so I’ve been told.”

“Spikey-Wikey,” Plaid Stripes singsonged. “Do you mind getting my tail?” She turned around and raised said tail, blatantly flashing Spike and Pistachio.

“Sure thing,” Spike said. He took the shampoo from her and worked some into the thick curls of her tail, admiring her curves and nethers all the while. When images of other lather-building activities began surging through his mind, his cock came back to life.

Plaid giggled. “Enjoying the view?”

Spike snapped back to innocent shampooing, only to realize she hadn’t been speaking to him. Pistachio had just looked away, trying and failing to conceal his own erection.

Judging by the not-so-furtive glance that followed, the stallion hadn’t been looking at Plaid Stripes, either.

Spike cracked a smile and widened his stance. “Look all you want; I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“I…um…okay.” Pistachio hesitantly turned back towards them. He studied Spike like a frightened squirrel looks at a lazy cat.

“Say, Pistachio…” Plaid advanced on him lasciviously. She winked at Spike while her wet tail slowly slithered out of his claws. “Have you ever done it with another stallion before?”

Pistachio avoided her gaze and shook his head.

She leaned in very close to him and whispered in his ear. “Would you like to try it? I bet Spike would be happy to help you with that.”

Pistachio’s cock twitched and he snuck another look at Spike. The dragon looked content to watch the scene play out while idly massaging his cock with one hand.

Plaid Stripes draped a foreleg around Pistachio’s withers. “You want to know what it’s like to be the mare for a change, don’t you?”

He avoided her eyes, but another twitch betrayed him. “...yes, please.”

She gave him a little peck on the cheek, flicked her wet mane out of her face, and stepped back. “All yours, Spikey-Wikey.”

Pistachio watched over his shoulder while Spike approached and kneeled behind him. At some point during the conversation, the dragon had retrieved a tube of clear liquid.

“Try to relax, and let me know if it gets to be a bit much, okay?”

The stallion nodded and closed his eyes. He tried not to brace too hard for what would come.

Spike began by teasing Pistachio’s tailhole with one finger, rubbing slick, chilly lubricant around in little circles before gently pushing in. “Okay so far?”

“Y-yeah…” Pistachio’s breath deepened. It was an odd feeling, like discovering a new body part.

Plaid Stripes took the opportunity to move in and hog most of the warm shower. Laid down on the tile floor, she drank in the scene and gently teased her nethers with the tip of a hoof. “You’re doing great, Pistachio. Just focus on relaxing.”

Spike worked in a second finger and pushed in further. Pistachio hissed at the feeling. It was a stretch, for sure, but not entirely unpleasant.

While the dragon wiggled his fingers back and forth inside him, Pistachio wondered if this was how it felt for mares. He could get used to something like this.

When Spike shifted again, Pistachio braced for a third finger but froze as Spike’s free hand instead wrapped itself around his cock and stroked it a few times.

Spike leaned in closer and finally inserted a third claw. His serpentine tongue brushed against Pistachio’s sack, then teased its way down his erection.

Pistachio felt Spike gently bend his cock backward and wrap his mouth around his flare, sucking and teasing while still working on loosening him up. He reminded himself to continue breathing deeply. His body wanted to forget even that to focus on the feelings alone.

Spike’s free hand moved to his own cock and he gave himself a few pumps, working himself back to full mast while preparing Pistachio for the main event.

“Mmm…” Plaid Stripes licked her lips and ground her clitoris against her hoof. “If you keep this up, he’s going to cum before you even put it in.”

Spike withdrew his claws and, after bobbing his head up and down Pistachio’s length a few more times, stood up. “Yeah… I think he’s about ready.”

Pistachio moaned softly as Spike pulled out and away. He suddenly felt so empty; so wanting. “So… You’re going to…”

Spike gave his own cock a few more strokes while Pistachio watched in anticipation. It seemed a lot thicker and more daunting up close. “Fuck you?”

“...Yes, that.”

Spike approached and placed one hand on Pistachio’s lower back, near his tail. “Do you still want it?”

“I…” Pistachio instinctively lowered his rear and flagged his tail. “Yes.”

Spike picked up the lube off of the floor and squeezed a generous dollop out onto his cock. He smeared it up and down his length then slathered what remained in his palm under Pistachio’s tail, drawing a gasp from the stallion. “I’ll start slow. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Pistachio hung his head low and closed his eyes. He took a deep and meditative breath. “Okay.”

Spike took hold of Pistachio’s hip with one hand and squeezed his cutie mark. With the other, he lined himself up, then grabbed the base of Pistachio’s tail.

Both of them clenched their eyes shut as Spike began pushing in.

“Nnngh. You feel so huge.” Pistachio forcefully exhaled in hopes of forcing himself to relax through the tension and pain.

When Spike hesitated, Pistachio pushed back against him. “K-keep going. I think I can take it.”

“You sure?” Spike eased back a little then pressed on carefully. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Pistachio took another deep breath and nodded. “It’s alright. It feels—ngh—it feels a little weird but it doesn’t hurt too much.”

Stripes had an unmistakable grin. At some point, she’d shifted her attention to rubbing further back under her tail. “Look at you, Pistachio! Taking it like a cute little farm slut! Give it to him, Spikey-Wikey!”

Spike rolled his eyes with a little smile, then turned his attention back to Pistachio. To give him some time to adjust to his girth, he reached around for the stallion’s cock.

When Spike began jacking him off, Pistachio let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His legs wobbled and his tongue lolled out.

Thanks to that released tension, Spike was able to ease himself in deeper and deeper with little thrusts, until his hips met Pistachio’s.

Plaid drank in the scene like a teenage colt going through his first dirty magazine. “Oh my gosh! He took the whole thing. That’s so hot!”

“Nngh, you’re so big.” Pistachio thrust his hips, pumping his cock in Spike’s hand and humping against the dragon.

With his other hand, Spike squeezed and massaged the stallion’s cutie mark. He progressively pulled himself out then, encouraged by the needy little whine this drew from Pistachio, thrust back in.

A surprisingly feminine moan rang out from Pistachio. “That! Do that again!”

“Don’t mind if—ngh—if I do.” Spike closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Pistachio’s barrel for better leverage. He focused on the feeling of the stallion’s warm, tight ass around his cock.

Pistachio gasped, moaned, and panted as the dragon penetrated him over and over. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever known. Pain, pleasure, intensity. Spike’s pleasured groans danced in his ears like a hypnotic siren song.

That was him; that was his ass giving the dragon such joy.

He humped back against Spike hungrily. He wanted more. He wanted to give more.

Before Pistachio knew what was happening, wet warmth enveloped his cock. His eyes flew open and found Plaid Stripes bent down, helping herself to his hanging erection.

Between the dragon pounding him and Plaid’s sudden intrusion, Pistachio never stood a chance. He couldn’t get a coherent word out through the blissful haze and unloaded down the mare’s throat while thrusting wildly between his two partners.

Spike took this as his cue to pick up the pace and give Pistachio everything he had. He fucked the stallion hard and deep and focused on his own pleasure. Pistachio didn’t need any more help.

“Mhh…. Oh yeah, here it comes!”

With the kind of vigor only a horny dragon can output, Spike hoisted Pistachio up like he weighed no more than a bushel of apples, held him by the hips, and bounced him up and down on his cock.

With his rear legs spread wide open and his forehooves reaching back to Spike’s shoulders for balance, Pistachio rocked his hips back and forth while moaning loudly. The rest of his ejaculation sprayed through the air while his erection flailed wildly, painting Plaid Stripes and the shower alike.

Knees wobbling under their combined weight, Spike slammed Pistachio down one last time and hilted himself in the stallion’s tailhole before filling him to the brim with dragon spunk until it overfilled and coated most of his rear.

Spike managed to set Pistachio back down on his hooves before collapsing on all fours. His softening cock flopped out against the tile floor.

“Horseapples, that was hot!” Plaid Stripes cheered. “Next time, Spikey, I want you to do that to me.”

While the orgasmic fog slowly cleared from his mind, Pistachio found himself staring at the cum splattering the floor all around them. He felt even more leaking out of himself. Plaid Stripes, if anything, was even more cum-soaked as when they’d first walked into the shower.

He sat down. His rear complained of soreness, but he didn’t let that stop him. “I think we’re going to need another shower.”

“Yep…” Spike sagged lower down to the floor.

The shower was still running.

“...and we’ve used up all the hot water.”