Author's Note

The following story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity of M/M and M/M/M. This includes assistant masturbation, oral stimulation, using cum as lube, anal penetration, oral sex, Changings taking forms of various creatures, and some cuddling. It should be noted that all the characters depicted are above the age of 18, and is consensual.

An Invitation (Nonclop)

“Oh bullshit!” Spike exclaimed, a glass of wine in one claw and leaning up against the stone railing with the other. To the side of him was one of his oldest friends and Changeling King Thorax who told him something unbelievable. A warm evening breeze blows through the gardens and behind them were the windows of a formal party of Twilight’s that illuminated them both. Spike was still in a tuxedo while Thorax was… well… himself. Still, the tall, technicolor Changeling wanted to step outside from the elegant dinner to just breathe the evening air in the light of the full moon. Spike too stepped out, partly because Thorax was the only one available to talk to and partly to have a moment to talk without any judging guest overhearing.

“It’s true,” Thorax insisted. Who, unlike Spike, was nowhere near tipsy as his friend, “really, it is.”

“Somehow… I doubt it.”

“Why?”

“Okay,” Spike set the wineglass down on the railing. “First off, you don’t seem like the kind of guy that would have a harem. Much less have an orgy every other week.”

“But I do.” Thorax raised an eyebrow, “Why is that so hard to believe.”

“Well… I don’t know. I imagine that you need a good deal of charisma to be in the middle of… you know.”

“Not really…”

“Besides, how do you even get one? Why do you have one?”

“You could partly blame Chrysalis,” Thorax picked up his glass to have a small sip. “When you take the throne, all the privileges and stuff come along with it – including what she had. And you’d be right that I was uneasy about having a whole copulation cabinet made from guys that used to… and please forgive my language here… fuck her brains out.”

“Okay, Chrysalis… Yeah, I can see that” Spike pointed out, “but why you?”

“Believe me, one of the first things I did was to tell them that they’re not… well, needed anymore. I told them that they’re pretty much free to go so they don’t have to stick to this role and all that. Made it clear to them that they’re not sex slaves anymore, so they have the choice to do other things. So, imagine my surprise that not only did a majority stay, but they begged me not to disband them.”

“Really?” Spike blinked. “Why? If they were sex slaves, then why stay?”

“Well… don’t quote me on this. Chances are, there might be some points that I’ve probably forgotten or misheard – so take everything with a mountain of salt.” Spike nodded, “From what they’ve explained to me, they take what they do very seriously. They were chosen by Chrysalis not only because of their… libido (although that too), but because they have a passion behind it. To them, sex isn’t just some primal act, but it’s an art form – the closest thing I could compare it would be a performance. They do find it fulfilling… in more ways than one.”

“Ha!”

“Besides, they told me it was what brings them a sense of purpose because all their time, talent, and energy go into pleasing the leader of the Changelings. That to just disband it altogether… Spike, it would have broken your heart when they pleaded and begged not to be kicked out so… What was I supposed to do? We talked it out and came up with a compromise that while I wouldn’t be there every night, I would at least once a week come to them to do what they want to me.”

“And you said that this harem is made up entirely of guys.”

Thorax nodded, “I’d… be lying if I didn’t say that part also surprised me. On the one hoof, as someling who is gay, I get access to sex more than any Changeling alive. But then again, given that most of them had served Chrysalis for years at least, I’m surprised that they were willing to do the same for me. Still, I made it clear that I would never force any of them to do something they’re uncomfortable doing.”

Spike didn’t say anything. Picking up his glass, Spike downed a good gulp of wine, and at the same time, Thorax sense his friend’s mood had changed. Being a Changeling, he could see through emotions of any thinking, feeling thing – he could taste it without opening his mouth. Spike’s mood on his tongue changed from salty disbelief to a sharp bitterness of… “Did I say something wrong?”

“Hm?” Spike asked.

“You’re jealous all of a sudden.”

“How did you… Oh, right, I keep forgetting.” Spike downed the rest of his glass. “I can’t hide anything I feel from you, even if I tried.”

“But something is wrong, isn’t there?”

“Eh… kinda? I mean I guess I shouldn’t. So, you have a harem. Meanwhile, adult me hasn’t seen any action in… forever. It’s kinda hard not to feel a little jealous that your best friend is getting laid every other week while I’ve been swamped with being both Friendship ambassador and advisor to Twilight to where I hardly have the time to even-”

“Are you a virgin?” Thorax interrupted, bringing the conversation to a standstill. “Sorry if it’s personal, I just thought-”

“What! Phft! N-No, no! Of course, I’m not…” Spike trailed off when he saw Thorax was unconvinced, “It’s just I haven’t gotten anyone’s attention and…” That was a lie, and to make it worse, Spike’s embarrassment betrayed him, if not on his face, then his emotions being read by him. “I-It’s just that… Well… maybe.”

“Spike,” Thorax wrapped a comforting hoof around him, “believe it or not, I get it. If you are, you are. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This is a personal thing, and I completely understand that, but take it from me that if or when the time comes, let it be because you want to and not because you must fulfill an image of yourself.”

“But I do want to, only I’ve never been given the opportunity – ever.”

Thorax blinked. From what he could sense, that was no lie. Yet, a glance at Spike’s physic did give him pause to question. After all, since he became a full-fledged adult, the young dragon has undergone quite a growth spurt. He wasn’t the small, pudgy drake when he first met him; but a taller creature who has developed an exercising habit. Somehow, Thorax was hard to believe that no one, male or female, had ever once approached Spike for so much as a one-night stand.

“Can I ask you another personal question?” asked Thorax, “Had you ever considered, maybe hiring say… an escort?”

“First off, prostitution isn’t exactly legal here in Canterlot. And even if there was a brothel, and I knew where it was, there’s still the risk of getting caught. Never mind if I get fired, but do you have any idea how pissed Twilight would be?”

“Hmm… I see your point…” Thorax hummed, looking up at the moon. “What if… No.”

“What?”

“Forget it.”

“No c’mon, what is it?”

After a pause, Thorax said, “Suppose… what if I invite you to do it with my harem?”

If Spike was drinking something at that moment, he would have done a spit-take. “Are you being serious right now?”

“I’m saying it’s an idea. I have more than plenty, and knowing them, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to have you there to be on with the… performance. Plus, they’re super accommodating and-”

“Wait, hold on!” Spike objected, “Are you… whoring out your own Changelings to-”

“Nonono! Not at all. It’s not like that. First off, I don’t exactly own them as they…” Thorax coughed into his hoof, blushing, “own… me. But they had told me in the past they’ve wanted to have someone new when we… get together. As I said, they’ll be thrilled to have you there. Of course, I just need to let them know ahead of time.”

Spike blinked, “So… when you say you let me with your harem, are we talking with one or…?”

Thorax thoughtfully tapped his chin. “You know what? I think I’ll lend you half the harem.”

“…. Holy shit.” Spike’s head was spinning. He wasn’t sure if it was from the wine or the idea of having half of… “Say, how many do you have in that harem anyway?”

“Twelve.”

Blushing, Spike gave a low whistle. “Well… I don’t really want to get any S.T.Ds out of it.”

“That’s not a problem at all,” Thorax assured him. “With Changeling biology, we can’t get a sexually transmitted disease – nor can we pass it on to anyone else. So really, we’re as safe as we can be.”

Spike let out an uneasy breath, “I mean… shit, I didn’t expect this at all.”

“Look, Spike. You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. It’s perfectly okay if you end up turning this down – but just know that it’s I’m offering it. I’ll even give you some time to think it over till say… next Saturday at the Hive at Sunset. You can show up or not. And even if you do, you have the option not to do anything with my harem at all. But just so you’re aware,” he patted his back, “I’m giving you the opportunity.”

“Thanks… But yeah, this is something I should sleep on…”

“Understandable.” Thorax looked over his shoulder towards the windows. “Oh! I think they’re serving dessert. I want to go back inside… will you be okay?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll see you around.”

With that, Thorax picked up his glass and returned to the party.

Alone, Spike in his tipsy mind thought over what Thorax had offered. He never thought that his best friend would present the opportunity for him to get laid. Never had he thought that he would be invited to basically an orgy, and yet, here he was. There was so much to process and yet he wasn’t exactly in the condition to think things through anyway.

So, after glancing up at the moon, Spike picked up his glass and thought: ‘So your best friend has invited you to an orgy with his harem… I think I need another glass.’

‘Am I really going to do this?’ Spike thought.

It has been one week since Thorax proposed the offer. Now sober, he had plenty of time to consider it. While he worked with Twilight with this and that, privately that conversation played through his mind again and again. It seemed so unreal that the morning after when he woke up with a hangover, Thorax sent him a letter letting him know that his harem is excited to meet him.

Of course, as Spike knew as he was flying southernly towards what used to be the Badlands, he could not simply go. All this week he could write back and say that he had second thoughts, and he did several times. While his groin was screaming “Fuck yes! Let’s go get some ass!” his mind really considered the pros and cons of going through with this. He would be lying if he said that he felt uneasy – simply because he wasn’t entirely sure about the fine details of it. Perhaps that was due to never being to an orgy before. After all, if he could go through it, would he be capable to have sex with multiple partners? What if he ends up having sex with Thorax? Would that make things awkward once things are said and done? Would this be just a one-time thing?

He knew that there were plenty of things that could go wrong, and he probably should head back to Canterlot. He knew it. But his wings still propel them closer to the Hive anyway.

After all, he knew that such a thing may never happen again.

Spike paused once. When he saw that the Hive was within sight and the sun was about to set. If he was being honest with himself, he was nervous. It was obvious. Not only was he about to engage with something that he has never done before, but he would be doing it with his best friend watching. He had doubts. What if he proved to be bad at this? What if he couldn’t get hard when he needed to? What if he made things awkward? What if he disappoints them?

Yes, if there was any point in possibly turning around, Spike knew, this would have been it.

Nevertheless, he flew forward towards the Hive. Nerves be damned.