Thorax's Harem

If Spike was being honest with himself, he was feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Not out of peer pressure nor having to fulfill whatever obligation there was. He knew that in a way, he was in control of the situation, but it was only now with Parslee holding a bowl of “lube” and asking if he wants him to top or bottom did the reality of it all set in.

He was on the cusp of an orgy.

Where everyone besides himself is a Changeling who could transform into anything.

The closest thing he could compare it was feeling like a kid in the most elaborate, well-stocked candy store that has nearly every variety of sweets that are only limited to the imagination, and he was told that he has no limit in what he could have.

Even something as simple as being top, bottom, or both open the door the endless possibilities.

“Perhaps,” Corian suggested between licks around the crown of Thorax’s cock. “Would you like His Majesty to do the honors?”

“Huh?” Both Spike and Thorax looked at Corian.

“This is only a suggestion.” He said, trailing his tongue teasingly around the flat head. “But would Sir Spike prefer to do it with Thorax before any of us? After all, how often do you have the privilege of deflowering someone?”

Thorax raised an eyebrow and glanced over at his longtime friend whose face had turned bright red.

“Would this be something you want?” Thorax asked.

Spike took a deep breath, a claw held onto his dick, slowly rubbing it. “I don’t want to push you into this either.”

“Spike, look at me.” He did so. “If you really want, I would be honored to be your first, but uh…” Thorax looked at Spike’s member, “Unless you want to-”

“Actually. If I’m gonna do this… I want it to be with someone that I trust, you know?” Spike looked to the concubines, “No offense to any of you, but would it be okay if I start this with Thorax instead?”

“Absolutely,” Parslee stepped aside, where Thorax crawled over to him.

“Before anything happens,” Thorax told him, “I want to ask you two things. First, how do you want to first time to go?”

Spike glanced at him up and down, “I’m… not sure to be honest. I could go either way I guess so…”

Humming, Thorax asked Corian if he could turn into a coin. This was immediately done. Thorax picked it up, “How about this? Heads, you top me.” He showed the side where it showed an engraving of the Changeling King presenting his ass. “Tails and I top you.” He flipped it over to show the side that showed his cock. “Ready?”

Spike nodded. He watched as Thorax flipped the coin into the air. All eyes were on it, flipping round and round until Spike caught it. The coin showed Thorax’s cock.

“That leads to my second question,” Thorax pointed out, “do you want me to change in any way?”

“I mean…” Spike looked down at Thorax’s member, “Could you… maybe make it a little more… beginner friendly? Because no offense, as is I think you might seriously hurt me with that fifth leg of yours.”

There was a burst of laughter from the harem and from Thorax.

“Of course, buddy,” Thorax crawled up onto Spike to where he was on top of him. He felt him press up against him, his penis rubbed and throbbing up against a warm monster such as his. “Hmm… You’re right. As is I think I might rupture something. So… How about something like…” Spike looked down as Thorax’s lower half was encompassed in a green flame that spread downward. A moment later, his friend’s monster dick was shrunk to the same size as he was. “…. This? Is this fine?”

“I…” Spike blushed so much that he could feel his cheeks burning. “Yeah, I think I could take it.”

“Excellent!” Thorax clapped his hooves. Smiling, he turned his head over and said, “Corian, could you please lube up Spike and I?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Thorax pulled away for a moment as Corian dipped his hoof in the bowl of cum. Spike watched as his friend was being lubed up. Corian’s hoof rubbed and coated the equine-like cock where it shines in the lamplight before turning to him. Kneeling, Corian poured the remaining “lube” over Spike’s hole. Where Spike expected it to be cold, it instead felt warm, and thrilling even as the viscus semen was spread and prodded around his waiting, twitching hole. It was simultaneously the dirtiest and yet hottest thing Spike had the privilege to experience, and the sex hasn’t even begun.

“If it’s alright with you,” Thorax told him, “I want to do this face-to-face.”

“Uh, okay? I’m not sure how we would- woah! Hey!” Next thing that Spike knew, Clov and Oreg were on his left, and Cay and Dill on his right lifted his legs, spreading them and lifting his ass up. “Hey, warn me next time!”

Thorax stepped over, underneath him, the concubines that held up Spike’s legs took hold of their king’s member, guiding him toward his hole. Its warm, fleshy flat head being pressed up against it was enough to make Spike involuntarily gasp; making him grab Thorax’s forelegs for support.

This was real.

This was happening.

“Hey,” Spike looked up at Thorax, who looked at him with a gentle smile. “If at any moment it feels uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to say something.”

Spike nodded.

“Are you ready for me?”

“I…” Spike breathed in, and nodded, “Yeah, just… go easy on me.”

“Okay. Here we go.”

Spike felt the pressure against his hole. Feeling it being spread as Thorax pressed forward a little, pulled back completely before pushing a little further. He felt the crown of his friend’s dick pushing and spreading a bit further and further. It didn’t by any means hurt, but it did make him worry that maybe it wasn’t going to- But a gasp from Spike escaped his maw as he felt the first few inches of Thorax slip inside.

“H-Holy shit,” Spike murmured, squeezing his eyes tight.

Thorax and his concubines all had their eyes on him. “Am I hurting you?” Thorax asked in a concerned tone.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s just… I didn’t expect you to be this… warm…” Spike looked down between his legs. “So that’s what the real thing feels like.”

“Just remember to relax as much as you can,” Dill counseled him.

“You’re doing great,” Clov commented, patting Spike’s leg, “just let it slide in.”

Spike didn’t need to be told twice. His eyes still closed, he breathed deeply to calm himself as much as possible when he felt Thorax slide in a little further. In some sense, it was funny how once he got the thick crown through, the rest seemed easier. Thorax on his part thankfully didn’t plunge everything in all at once, but rather rocked himself. For every couple of inches he get inside, he pulled back an inch before working himself a little further. Before Spike even knew it, he felt Thorax’s medial ring being pressed up against him where his friend halted.

“Gods your tight…” Thorax whispered, “Spike, are you doing okay?”

Spike nodded.

“Listen, I’m already about two-thirds in. I’m at the ring now, but I want to ask, is this okay or do you want me to go-”

“Deeper…” Spike breathlessly said.

Thorax blinked. “Are you sure? I must warn you that pass it is the thickest part of-”

Spike reached up to Thorax’s shoulder and opened his eyes. “I’ll tell you if you’re too much. But now…” Spike swings his lower legs over onto Thorax’s back. “I want more… Give me more…”

Anis gave a low whistle, “Be careful there Your Majesty, you could turn him into a sex-crazed bimbo.”

“Okay then, here we go.” Spike felt Thorax withdraw a few inches before he pushed further into his hungry hole. Pressed up against the rock with the concubines assisting them. Spike wasn’t entirely sure if his ass would even handle him when, without warning, he felt it suddenly expand and he sunk another few more inches with his hole being wider than it has ever been.

“Fuck!” Spike shouted when Thorax was completely pressed up against him. “Thorax, d-don’t… Don’t move. Don’t move.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so just… Ohh… give me a minute to get used to you…” Spike laid his head back down, letting out a deep groan. “I can’t believe all that’s in me.”

Spike wasn’t sure how deep Thorax was, but he could certainly feel him. Unlike any silicone rubbery toy, he could feel not only how thick it was, but how warm and… alive it is. Every pulse, no matter how minor was noticeable. Every throb from the fleshy crown felt like a stroke of a gentle message that rubbed inside him. And the icing on top was the medial ring that had just rubbed past his prostate.

“Well, congratulations Sir Spike,” Tarra said with a smile, “You’re no longer a virgin.”

There was a round of applause from the concubines.

“Be honest with me Spike,” Thorax told him, “How do you feel?”

“Besides being stuffed like a pig?” Spike joked, “I mean seriously dude, I know you shrunk it a bit, but you’re still fucking huge.”

“Do you want me to shrink it a little? I mean being pressed up like this, that, and you’re very tight.”

“I’m okay… I think you can start moving.”

“You’re sure?” Thorax asked a wicked smile starting to form on his face. “Unless you need another minute.”

Spike opened his eyes, “No, I’m good. You can-”

“Hm… No. Spike no. Not like that.” Thorax craned his neck down to Spike’s ear. “Beg.”

Spike’s jaw dropped, “You’re kidding.”

“But I need to know.” Thorax grinds his lower half against him, evicting a moan from Spike. “You want this Kingly cock inside you, no? So how badly do you want me to serve it to you? How fast? How hard? And how deep?”

Spike’s legs involuntarily wrapped around Thorax tighter, but sensing what their king is up to, the concubines grab hold of his legs and spread them apart.

“Nononono! Please I…” Spike swallowed.

“Yes?” Thorax grinned.

“I… I want it. I want it all. C’mon Thorax, this is starting to feel amazing, don’t pull out just yet. I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel it, please.”

Thorax mused, “Well.” Thorax’s face was now in front of Spike’s. “You did say please.” Thorax raised his hips, pulling himself out until his medial ring had tightly popped out of his friend’s hole before plunging it back in. This let Spike roar out a pleasure-filled moan when, with another thrust, Spike moaned out again. Upon creating a steady pace, Thorax reached out to Spike’s lips and kissed him.

With every thrust, every grinding smack against his ass, Spike felt the discomfort he felt from Thorax’s cock being replaced more and more with a euphoric, addictive bliss that no toy could ever give. Even without touching himself, he felt his dick throb wildly, no doubt leaking pre-cum like a faulty faucet. And then there was the kiss! He never imagined that Thorax would ever do something like this, never thought he would ever want to but now… This deep kiss was more than a blissful, loving peck. This was a wet, hot-breathed, soul-touching kiss that aimed for one thing – pleasing him. And Spike willingly surrendered to it.

Corian, still having the shallow bowl, looked between it and Spike’s leaking cock where he got an idea. Holding it between Thorax and Spike, he gently milked the pre-cum into the bowl where it pooled in. “Pardon my King, but would you like me to provide any additional pleasure for your backside?”

Thorax broke off the kiss and slowed down his thrusts, “Ooh, yes! I certainly would like that. Get it ready back there, but don’t stick it in me until I’m about ready to cum.”

“Understood,” Corian nodded. Going around the fucking couple to his King’s ass. That magnificent, round but toned rear that thrust back and forth. “Cinn, Oreg, could you spread these please?”

Taking hold of Thorax’s rump, they spread them enough to show him what was underneath his shining tail. A light blue fleshy ponut, the softest yet elastic part of a Changeling body was presented. It was still wet from the rim job from earlier. Taking flight, Corian coated his hoof in the dragon’s pre-cum before coating Thorax’s asshole. While not an easy thing to do as Thorax was thrusting away into Spike, Corian had the experience and skill to lubricate him at every increasing speed. Finally, he used the rest to lube his shaft.

“Any form you have in mind?” Corian asked.

Looking over his shoulder, Thorax smirked, “Surprise me.”

Meanwhile, Spike had his head back against the pillow, moaning and groaning with every plunge and withdrawal of that heavenly cock. He never expected to not only get used to having something like that inside him so quickly, but the sensations were borderline overwhelming. Not quite enough to make him cum yet, but having Thorax on top of him speeding up, rutting him like an animal where everything from the fleshy crown, the medial ring, and even the widening base was making him sing. A primal, throaty series of moans every time he was stuffed while his prostate was rubbed; and every time he felt his rectum being dragged out before trusting, throbbing back in made him beg.

“Holy shit this is amazing!” Spike blurted out, “Don’t stop! Don’t sto- Ah-ha!” He was caught off guard when he felt Thorax’s head flaring up. Just when he thought he was feeling oh-so-wonderfully full, suddenly he felt like his admin was being plugged by something throbbing and-

“I-I can’t hold it back,” Thorax told him, his eyes clenched, “Spike, I’m gonna cum.”

That was the cue that Corian waited for. In a green flash, Corian transformed into male deer. A tall, strapping buck with thin antlers that he immediately mounted Thorax. He chose this form for a good reason – the penis on a deer is tapered, although it is nowhere near as thick as Thorax’s, the length he knew would easily send him over. Oreg quickly guided the thin cock toward Thorax’s hole before Corian pushed it in.

With expert timing, the sudden feeling of penetration from Corian and the tight squeeze from Spike’s ass was what send Thorax over. His flare fully expanded as he thrust as deep as he could into his friend, squirting load after load into the dragon. Below him, Spike felt the hot, viscous semen being pumped into his guts, feeling him with a warmness like drinking hot chocolate in the middle of winter. Above, Corian quickly thrust into Thorax, feeling his hole constrict with every ejaculating pulse. For Thorax, the orgasm was intense as ever when he slowed down thrusting while his ass was being plummeted – oh what a wonderful combination.

But in moments, Thorax’s orgasm faded in a blissful, panting afterglow. Behind him, Corian had slowed down his thrusting. Looking down at Spike who too was catching his breath as though he had flown around the world.

“Are you… okay?” Thorax asked.

“Yeah, yeah…” Spike felt his claw over his stomach, “So that’s what it feels like.”

“So… how’s your first time having sex?”

“That was intense, but… I haven’t came yet.”

“No?” Thorax looked down. And although Spike’s cock was throbbing, still leaking pre where it flowed off the side, he realized that his friend hasn’t reached orgasm yet. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I mean… I still have half a harem to help me out with that.” The harem laughed.

“Oh okay,” Thorax nodded, “Still, I’m honored that I was your first,” he said, kissing the tip of his nose. “Can I pull out?”

“Uh… Sure, just go slow.”

“Sensitive?”

Spike nodded. Thorax gradually pulled out from him, taking note of Spike’s facial expression as he scrunched up, letting him know how fast to do this. Inch by inch, he withdrew until his head only remained. “Okay Spike, deep breath,” he warned as he pulled a little harder until his flare slipped out with a noticeable Pop! Spike gasped, feeling the still-warm semen cascading out, pouring over his tail.

“And excellent orgasm, sire,” Corian complimented as he withdrew from Thorax, “Shall we continue this on the other bed?”

“Of course,” Thorax walked over, laying his head down on the pillow while raising his ass, and spreading his legs. “It’s your turn now.”

Corian didn’t need to be told twice as he mounted his king again and started to rut him.

Meanwhile, while Spike was catching his breath, his concubines gathered around him with Parslee climbing on top of him. “So I think you still haven’t answered my question, do you want me to top or bottom for you?”