In the center of the spring was a large, smooth boulder that stuck out like a small island. By the time Spike had crawled onto its tiny shore, feeling the moss that covered both the boulder and the beds like a soft carpet, Thorax and half of his concubines were already there. Both were still dripping wet, and the harem was unfolding the towels there to dry them off first.

“Still nervous?” Thorax asked. However, it was more a statement of fact than anything else.

“I mean, a little I guess,” Spike replied, stretching out his arms as they were being dried. “I just never done anything where I had anyone watching, ya know?”

“Understandable. But remember, even at this point you don’t need to put on a brave face for any of us. After all, this is supposed to be a pleasant experience for both them and us.”

“I know that, but weren’t you the least bit intimidated to be in the middle of a gangbang or whatever for the first time?”

“Oh, trust me, I do,” Thorax nodded. “It was a bit imitating at first, but we’re all on the same page here. We’re just here to simply enjoy ourselves to have them perform.”

“Speaking of which.” Spike sat on the edge of one of the beds, looking over his shoulder, “Before anything happens, do you mind if I ask something personal from ya, Thorax?”

“Sure thing.”

“Okay, first off, typically when you get together with your Harem…” Spike trailed off, and an embarrassed laugh escaped him, “So uh… Are you typically… Top or a bottom?”

“Personally speaking? While I can do both, I lean towards bottoming.”

“I see…” Spike nodded, his face turning red. “So how does a typical uh… session with these guys usually go for you? Just so I get an idea of what’s gonna happen.”

The harem chuckled.

“Well…” Thorax rubbed the back of his neck while his concubines dried off his antlers. “…. Firstly, after they draw straws to determine who goes in what order, it starts off with some foreplay. Starting off with some oral to get everyone aroused while one or two provides the lube. Once everyone is ready, it’s just a matter of them taking turns with me while the others assist while they wait.”

“Also, a couple of things,” Corian said, adjusting and fluffing the pillows. “While we do take turns, we’re quite flexible in being top or bottom, depending on Thorax’s pleasure, of course. All the while to make things interesting, we take on various forms of other creatures to make things interesting. Just so you know, we also imitate not only various styles of mating habits, but we’ve memorized in exact detail what their genitalia are like too.”

“Of course, with that said,” Basi said as he handed his twin Papri a shallow wooden bowl. “If you’re worried about cumming too soon, don’t worry. Our job is to make sure you do so as much as possible. And we also have three various speeds when it comes to our performances.”

Spike raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”

Papri laughs, “Slow, medium, and loss of consciousness. But in all seriousness though, we usually start slow and sensual and gradually build up from there.”

Spike blinked. “So… when you say loss of consciousness…”

“It means we’re capable of fucking you silly.” Cinn put it bluntly. “Obviously, it’s not for the faint of heart, but any of us on command can rut you so hard and fast that you’d go unconscious for a few minutes. Believe it or not back when Chrysalis was around, that was a major requirement for us to be in the harem at all.”

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

Within a moment, the concubines had dried off his back and set up some pillows to prop up against. Thorax too did the same while facing him. Basi sat on the other side of the mossy bed from him while Papri sat across from Thorax; both sat their wooden bowls in front of him. Spike wasn’t entirely sure what the bowls were for. They did mention something about them providing the lube, but from a glance, Spike didn’t see so much as a bottle of it anywhere.

“Shall we begin, Your Highness?” Corian asked as he went up to Thorax in a seductive tone, a hoof on his shoulder. He was promptly joined by Cinn and Tarra to his left; along with Anis and Carda to his right. Thorax blushed and nodded, where Corian leaned his head forward to kiss him. There was something hypnotic to the dragon as he watched his best friend start to slip into bliss.

Spike’s attention was turned away as Parslee cleared his throat. Blinking, Spike didn’t realize that Parslee was right in front of him. Within a moment, Clov and Oreg were on his left, Cay and Dill on his right. All looking up at him with anticipation. “Since you’re new,” Parslee began, an amused smile stretching his lips and his eyes half-closed. “I think we’ll go easy on you unless you say otherwise.”

“I uh…” Spike suddenly found himself to be at a loss for words. A flurry of mixed emotions spun like a vortex that ranged from intimidated to admiration, a flush of lust and a wash of nerves seemed to be drowning him where he could feel it in his lungs to a twitch in his groin.

“Do you want to begin?” Parslee asked, his face just hovering a breath away from his maw, in a tone to where Spike could swear he was purring. “Or… shall we?”

Spike swallowed, he looked for a moment at Thorax where not only is he still exchanging a soul-touching kiss with Corian, but his concubines proceeded to leave lines of kisses from his neck down southward. Perhaps it was by the impulse for seeing where that was going. “Could… Maybe treat me like you would with Thorax? Just go easy on me, obviously.”

The concubines blinked and looked at one another exchanging smiles.

“That we can do,” Parslee licked his lips, “sexy.”

Spike felt Parslee’s hoof on the back of his head before he felt the changeling’s lips on his. It wasn’t that Spike hadn’t kissed before, only this felt different. Not in any unpleasant sort of way where it seemed forced. He wouldn’t call it a lover’s sort of kiss either. To him, willingly surrendering to the lips; the breath; and the teasing, the coaxing tongue was like savoring decadent high-grade chocolate. This kiss that only lured Spike further wasn’t by someone as inexperienced as he was. This, he felt he was in the hooves of an artisan.

In those deep kisses, Spike drift his eyes to close and experienced the feel of kisses from the other concubines. He felt the pecks that walked past his cheeks, down his neck, licked his collarbone, groped his biceps, and lightly teased his scales as they went further and further down. Instinctively, Spike leaned back against the pillows as he felt as though he were pinned down by Parslee. His magnificent maw pressed up against his. Every so often he would part away to give Spike a moment to breathe before diving back in to have his tongue explore the inside of his mouth. All the while he felt those kisses and licks going further and further to where they were licking inside of his thighs.

This all-out entanglement of so many trying to stimulate him from almost every direction was doing wonders for his lower half. Even before they could get near his groin, he felt his dick starting to grow out of his slit. It was admittingly hard not to get a boner when he had four tongues just teasing around his area without even touching it.

“Hey, you doing okay?”

“Huh?” Spike pulled away from the kiss, blinking out of a trance-like state to look down. At his lap, four Changelings looked between him and his stiffening erection. A pink shaft that is tapered at the top with a slightly wider base. This fleshy pole wasn’t what Spike considered thick but long enough that he could grasp it with both of his claws.

Parslee looked down at Spike’s erection. “Huh, so that’s what a dragon’s cock looks like.” He commented, “Never thought it kinda resembles a pine tree.”

Spike knew what he meant. By “pine tree” he didn’t mean that his shaft was prickly from top to bottom. Not at all. Instead, it had rows and rows of fish-scale-like glans that added a slight, thin layer of thickness to it.

“So, are these barbs like a feline?” Dill inquired, fascinated by Spike's cock. “Do they expand or stay like this?”

“Well, uh… yes and no,” Spike answered, his head feeling so hot and red. “I mean they do kinda flare out a little near the end, but they don’t hurt when you rub… upwards? It just makes it sensitive though.”

Parslee hummed, “You know what? I think I could take it?”

“Wait, really?” Spike blinked. “Are you sure? I mean am I too big or…?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Parslee waved a hoof. “Size isn’t an issue here. If anything, I think you’re perfect. Just the texture of it is what’s new for us.”

“His hole isn’t half bad either.” Clov licked his lips. But he paused as he asked Spike, “So are you doing okay so far? We’re not overwhelming you already, are we?”

“I don’t think so.” Spike said, “You guys can keep going, but… just take your time, ya know?”

“Got it,” Parslee said, looking over his shoulder, “Plenty of time for Basi to prepare the lube.”

“Huh?” Spike tilted his head to the side and saw instantly what he meant.

On the other side of the mossy bed, Basi was on his hunches masturbating. His hoof moved up and down over his multi-colored equine cock at a steady pace with his eyes closed. Letting out sighs, feeling his own pleasure build up to where it was already leaking precum. Spike looked over to his right to see that Papri was doing the same. Instantly he realized what they were doing. They were going to provide the lube with their cum.

Thorax meanwhile was still making out with Corian, but by now two of his concubines were licking away at his surprisingly long dick and the other two were lapping at his hole.

“Shall we continue?” Parslee asked, sneaking a peck from the tip of Spike’s nose.

Spike nodded, “Just… go slow.”

Indeed, that was exactly what they did. Parslee returned his maw to Spike’s, this time giving the drake the space to explore his mouth. Meanwhile, Clov and Cay stuck out their oh-so-luscious tongues to methodically lick from the bottom of the throbbing shaft, inching their way toward the tip by exploring the details of the soft, round barbs. Dill and Oreg spread Spike’s legs enough to where they took turns lapping at the dragon’s smooth taint towards his triangular hole. A sensitive, delicate, bright pink, and untouched hole where even just breathing on it made Spike’s legs twitch. Both Dill and Oreg smirked as they began to gently tease around the virgin flesh, but never penetrating it. Even when their tongues did brush over, they treated it with the utmost care and attention to every twitch and shutter that made Spike moan into Parslee’s mouth.

The inside of the cavernous space became an acoustical instrument where the songs of lusty moans and relieving groans reverberate off the walls. A symphony of lucks, strokes, sighs, and the occasional grunt was music to their ears. Now and then, Spike would peek at Thorax to see that his pair of Changelings were attempting to suck his cock which was unique color in the light of the lanterns overhead. The color and texture reminded him of Mother of Pearl from the silvery, yet rainbow-accent shine that simultaneously looked like it was carved yet fleshy at the same time. He wondered what it would be like to possibly taste something like that.

A shaky moan came from Papri on his right, who masturbated furiously. His eyes squinted shut as his hooves rubbed his flaring dick. “M-My King,” he said in a pleading tone, “I’m close. I’m close.”

Moving Corian aside, Thorax’s horns glowed, and before Spike knew it, glowing orange rings moved about around Papri’s flaring head. Papri’s hips bucked in the air while at the same time, Thorax used his magic to levitate the wooden shallow bowl up at an angle close to the leaking tip. And then, just when it looked as though Papri couldn’t take it anymore, the rings around his cock suddenly expanded and squeezed around the flare where he came.

“A-Ahh!” Papri’s head tilted back, his mouth letting out a pleasure-filled cry as he erupted into orgasm. Spraying rope after rope of freshly white semen into the bowl. Somehow Thorax captured it all without spilling a drop. He quickly filled the bowl almost to the brim before his climax subsided, with Thorax using his magic to milk out that member of the very last drop before Papri leaned back, panting.

“Thank you, Papri,” Thorax said. “Give yourself a rest for a bit.”

“Gladly, My King,” Papri crawled off the mossy bed to bathe in the spring water.

“Give me a minute,” Basi told Spike, stroking his penis as fast as he could, “I’ll have your lube in a bit.”

“Oh, may I help with that?” Thorax asked, his horns still aglow.

Basi nodded enthusiastically. Before Spike could ask, Basi let out a whinny as he sat up straighter than before but still pumping away. It took a moment to realize what was going on, but then Spike spotted a noticeable glow from Basi’s ass. Which was why his hindlegs were spread a little further when he was flaring up. “Ahh-ah! Yes, little more…” Basi shut his eyes, his hips rocking while his cock twitched. And then, with a groan, he too came. Spurting out a long rope that nearly landed on Parslee’s back, Thorax used his magic to catch the cum just in time. Along with the receding pumps to get every drop of that milky lube.

“Ha, power-bottoming slut,” Papri snickered.

“Whatever, cocksucker,” Basi laughed, the glow from his rear end faded. “Thank you, Thorax.”

“You go rest too. You’ve earned it.” Thorax smiled. Floating the shallow bowl of cum over to Parslee.

Taking hold of the bowl, Parslee had a smirk on his face. “So Sir Spike, do you want me to top or bottom?”

Author's Note

Yes, I am very much aware of how long this is taking. But don't you worry, I haven't given up on this story. More to come.