When Spike was a kid and he wasn’t helping Twilight as an assistant Spike never had much free time. What time he did have was for the most part spent reading comic books or playing video games, typical lazy fun. Velvet however had typically always told him he could be more productive with his free time. Even as an adult that hadn’t changed. Or at least that had been how the old Velvet had been.

Now though as he rested in his room his room a new Velvet entered the room, a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream in her hands and a shy smile on her face. Spike could see that she was making an active effort not to check out Spike’s body.

“I brought you something Spikey. To make your lazy day just a little bit more relaxing,” Velvet said placing the tray of cookies at his side. “You must have had a hard time in Ponyville so it’s best that you relax whilst you can.”

Spike barely held back a snort at that. That ‘hard time’ in Ponyville had been spent being served hand and hoof by a harem of devoted love slaves. But he nevertheless went along with her suggestion.

“Yes it has been a challenge,” he lied. “I’m glad I have you to take care of me. But I wanted to ask you something. It’s about Rarity.”

“Whatever is it my Special Spikey? If you need anything just ask.”

“She’s been talking to me about this fantasy she wants me to make come true, it’s a sexual fantasy.”

“Please Spike you can trust your Mother with these things. There’s no need to be shy,” she said, pressing her hand on her son’s shoulder. Her teeth biting down on her lips as she tried to hide how interested she truly was.

“Yes well okay then,” Spike said feigning hesitance.

“If you are uncomfortable then she shouldn’t force you,” she insisted firmly.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just struggling to fulfil it. She wants to be my sex slave Mom.”

Spike studied her reaction closely. He watched her eyes widen, and her jaw fall a little, but her eyes grew warm with approval. A simmering jealousy could be seen in the back of her eyes, however. “Is that so? It seems appropriate my Special little Spikey gets treated to such a lovely woman. But I hardly see the problem.”

“The problem is that Rarity doesn’t just want to be my only sex slave,” Spike said before he went on to explain Rarity’s full fantasy in full detail. When it was done Spike could see that her nipples had begun to poke out of her shirt, as they grew stiff and painful in arousal. “She wants all of Equestria to serve me. With every sexy attractive mare serving me as their harem lord. Including you.”

“That’s… quite the fantasy Spike,” Velvet said, her face flushed. Then very tentatively she decided to tip a toe into the water. “And what do you think of this fantasy Spikey? Is it something you want? Would you like a harem of sexy slaves?”

Spike deliberately pretended to mull over his answer, watching Velvet become more and more desperate by the second. Every so often he would see her hands snap towards his cock or her pussy, as if she was actively resisting the urge to wrap those hands around his cock. Or perhaps rub them against her pussy.

“Yes,” Spike said causing her to gasp, but not with shock, disgust or horror. “You must think I’m a pervert.”

“Of course not Spikey,” Velvet insisted, her spoiling mind utterly convinced that Spike could do no wrong. “You’re a young dragon with needs, needs that are very different from pony needs. I imagine there are many dragons with their own harems and empires and we should accommodate it.”

It was a blatant rationalisation, but Spike didn’t call her out on it. Instead, he decided to push the innocent act a little further. “But I don’t know if I can do it, Mom. I mean I’m just a boring old dragon. How am I meant to have a harem of enslaved women?”

Velvet was silent for a moment, Spike couldn’t imagine what exactly was going on in her mind. Her blatant favouritism made it impossible for her to either condemn Spike nor could she deny him. Not that she would ever want to. Her breath was increasing in frequency as she grew more aroused. This was just like the stories she had written about after all, and those stories had always been based on her fantasies.

"You know Spikey you Mommy has quite a bit of influence in Equestria. Did I ever tell you that?" She said, trailing her fingers along his skin. “I might be able to help pull a few strings, and use my authority to help you along.”

“But that would be an abuse of your power.”

“Shh, I’d it’s for you Spikey then it doesn’t matter. I’d be happy to help in any way I can. Don’t worry about stuff like that, just let your mother handle it.” She said comfortingly before she took a small breath and asked. “So Rarity wants you to have all the sexiest ponies on your cock. Am I one of them Sweetie?”

She tried to sound innocent, but Spike could see her ears straining as she awaited the answer. She had to make an active effort not to leap at Spike right then and there.

“Yes, Mom,” Spike said, watching her eyes light up with delight. “But I know you don’t-“

Spike was stopped by a finger pressing against his lips, and Velvet’s unblinking expression of desire gazing back at him. “Don’t presume to tell your mother what she does and doesn’t want dear. I’m your mother and it’s my duty to provide for you anything you want. If that includes sex Master Spike-“ the word ‘Master’ had slipped from her lips without even meaning to “then I’ll be happy to do it.”

Spike stopped playing games, instead, he pushed his lips against hers. Velvet was taken aback by the full force by which Spike dominated her lips but soon found herself melting into his kiss. Spike could feel her body tremble and wondered if the small quiver that overcame Velvet was a small orgasm.

“Mom, what do you want? What do you really want right now?”

“What I want?” Velvet asked her voice light with desire. “I want what your girlfriend wants. I want to serve you, I want to have sex with you my Master.”

Their lips met once again this time the two were overcome with a rapt passion for one another. Velvet’s hesitation melted away in a haze of lust, frantic hands stripped each other of their clothes.

“What about Night Light?”

“He’s so oblivious. Heck, he doesn’t care about sex at all. His cock has never given me an ounce of pleasure, I could barely feel him in me. But something tells me Spikey that you will be different. He won't notice, he won't even care. Don't worry about him. Just focus on me."

Her shirt had come loose now, and her panties had fallen to the floor. In truth, those had been the only two things that could be considered clothing on her body, all that remained now were her glasses, fishnets, heels and her lacy bra. The last of which was about to come off.

“So Master what do you think of Mommy’s massive rack?” She asked letting the bra fall to the floor and letting her colossal tits fall free.

“Wow, these are huge Mom,” Spike said, his hands pawing all over them. They were bigger than his hands, he was able to hold less than half of her titflesh within his claws. Velvet was eager to push said bust into his hands even as she struggled to speak.

"Th-thank you, Spike. I-I'm so happy to see you enjoy them," she said nervously.

"Thought you were supposed to call me Master?" Spike said cheekily.

“Ah I’m sorry Master,” she gasped, in a high-pitched voice. "Please continue."

But the two of them were soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

Author's Note

The next chapter will be a vote chapter again, still in Canterlot. Sorry if this chapter took a while.

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