Pinkamena Chapter, part 1.
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This clopfic is just that - a clopfic. I don’t intend to grow it into anything more than that. However, it has been good practice and I will certainly continue this installment of Loli Spike’s Journey.
Concept for those who missed it. - Warning, NSFW.
Enjoy!
Ps.: For those adventurous enough to be reading this in a public place because it is text, be warned there are explicit pics down below. I hate ruining the surprise but I don’t want to cause unnecessary embarrassment to any of you.
The young girl took a few uneasy steps through the door, entering the dimly lit room of her host with some reservation. Spike hadn't been into Pinkie's room in a rather long time, so it felt a bit strange to come up here on her own, even if invited over by the party animal herself.
At about 1,30 cm tall and with a very petite build, the green-haired, pointy-eared dragon looked so innocent and meek - a far cry from her otherwise menacing and yet elegant form. Her large vivid emerald eyes searched the room for signs of her friend as another step forward was taken. Her simple white dress covered her body from shoulder to the knees and a black spike collar around her neck accented her otherwise fair skin. The utter silence made her heart race.
"Uhm... P-Pinkie? Are you here?" she asked in a sweet, high-pitched voice after finally gathering the courage.
Pinkie’s bed was just as one would expect of her - completely undone with the covers halfway spilled onto the floor and her pillow in the most unnerving of angles. Beside it, a pile of stuffed animals of various kinds stood proud, a large fluffy gorilla balanced on top, ready to slide down into an avalanche. The room’s only light source a solitary candle burning slowly on a dresser by the corner.
The high-pitched squeal of rusty door hinges filled the room, much to Spike’s horror, who froze in place as a chill ran up her spine.
“Eek!” she cried.
Before long, a grim semblance appeared from behind the half-opened door. Pinkie observed Spike from top to bottom, but the young dragon quickly noticed something was amiss about her bouncy female friend - her otherwise curly pink hair was straight and smooth, covering about a third of her face. Her light blue eyes, normally vivid and bright, displayed a lifelessness Spike had never seen before.
“Ooh. There you are, Spikey-wikey.” she said, a smile forming in her lips. Spike thought her voice sounded a little menacing.
“H-hi. I... got your message - you said you wanted to, uh, talk?” Spike smiled at her friend, almost forcefully. She was still somewhat distraught by the whole situation. Pinkie wasn’t being herself.
In a flash, the door busted open and Pinkie ran in her direction, stopping short of tackling Spike, who almost fell backwards in shock on her own. They locked eyes for a moment. “Ooh, so you came, huh? When I JUST want to talk, you come! But when it’s MY birthday party, little Spikey-wikey is too busy to attend!” Her intense gaze was a sight to behold. Spike nearly wet herself right there.
“B-b-but I told you, I was on special call from the Prince-” Spike’s supplicant reply was cut short.
“So the Princess is more important than your friend? What am I, chopped kidney now?” She turned her face sideways, observing Spike with a single bulged eye, arms crossed.
“No! But Pinkie, it’s my job! If I don’t answer her calls, what kee-” Spike was suddenly silent. Her eyes had run down her friend’s face and down her neck and body, realizing her attire was just as unusual as her behavior.
“Oh, so you notice it.” A devious smile took hold of Pinkie Pie’s lips as she stood up tall, striking a pose with her hands on her hips. Her eyes looked down on Spike, who was still dumbstruck at the sight. Pinkie’s figure wasn’t anything to sneer at - her breasts were large, “D”s perhaps, but firm and shapely, and her waist was thin and slender. And Spike could see all of it behind the dark red see-through camisole she wore, adorned by soft white fluff at the edges, and only long enough as to cover the very base of Pinkie’s very graceful thighs. Spike could feel her face warm up before she could raise her eyes to meet her friend’s.
“Uh, are you... going to take a bath?” she asked, pending her head sideways.
“No.” Pinkie replied.
“Then... going to sleep?” Spike asked again, a nervous smile in her lips as their eyes remained locked.
“No.”
“O-oh, I know, you were changing when I barged in!” she let out a short laugh.
“No.” Pinkie’s eyes narrowed.
"Uhm, then...?” Spike’s nervous smile widened as she took a step backwards. The situation was making her heart race.
“Remember your promise?” The pink-haired girl displayed a toothy grin.
“W-which one? I’ve made so many ones...” she replied, her voice crackling up. Spike brought her hands together and fiddled with her thumbs.
“Spike.”
“I... I said I would do anything to make it up to you?”
“Make up for WHAT, Spike?” Pinkie frowned.
“For missing your birthday!”
“That’s right. And you did say anything, didn’t you?” Pinkie sat on her heels, dropping to Spike’s height once again. Her narrow eyes fixed on to the dragon’s.
“I did...” Spike looked away in embarrassment.
Pinkie’s face brightened up slightly. “Oh, you fiend!” Pinkie brought a hand to her face, faking shyness. Whatever went through her head then, the young dragon had no idea. Pinkie closed off the gap between their faces, reaching her lips close to Spike’s ear, whispering seductively: “I always wanted to find out what a dragon tastes like.”
Spike felt chills run up her spine. Does she mean, literally?she thought. In reflex, she took a step backwards. Pinkie wouldn’t allow that, however, and brought her own hands to Spike’s shoulders, keeping the dragon firmly still.
“Anything, remember?” Pinkie’s long fingernails dug into her skin, uncomfortably so, and Spike froze solid. “Thanks for the food.” Pinkie continued, her lips sealing around the dragon’s earlobe.
“Waah!” Spike cried out in surprise, a confused yelp of pleasure.
Pinkie suckled on it for a few seconds before running her tongue the whole length of Spike’s long, pointy ear, exploring with its tip all of the folds and crevices. It wasn’t long before a thin coat of saliva covered her skin there, while strands of her light-green hair stuck to the outside of Pinkie’s mouth. Spike let out a quiet moan, her knees weak and shivering.
Moving away slightly, the pink one ran her tongue over her own lips. “Mm, not bad. Needs a hint of spices, though.” Her hands slipped down Spike’s arms and then onto her chest, thumbs lightly pressing over the dragon’s petite puffy breasts, her small nipples leaving visible marks on her dress as Pinkie’s fingers began to caress them softly. Spike trembled in place, her face frowning up in fear, discomfort and arousal. Arms firmly beside her body and her hands clenched, all she could do now was tag along.
“P-Pinkie, isn’t that enough?” The dragon opened one eye to observe her friend, still hoping it was all another of Pinkie’s pranks. The girl simply raised her eyes and sneered back at Spike. It wasn’t.
“Oh, Spike, just look at you. Your mouth says one thing, but these things say another.” Pinkie chuckled heartily, her thumbs pressing onto Spike’s nipples, tucking them back into her flesh, rubbing against them with certain force. As they began to stiffen, they became more clearly visible through her clothes. The dragon had to hold herself back from moaning a second time.
“Aah, P-Pinkie, enough...” she whispered as the urge to fight back slowly faded away.
Pinkie lowered her eyes, a certain melancholy in them. “Poor Spikey-wikey, does your wille moufh feew wonewy?” One of her own fingers traced her lower lip as she pondered for a moment. Pinkie smiled, and dove her face into Spike’s. Their mouths interlocked instantly, the dragon’s eyes bulging open in surprise.
“Mffh! ‘Inkie!’ She tried to fight back unsuccessfully - Pinkie was much stronger.
With her tongue forcing its way through Spike’s lips, Pinkie continued to fiddle with her nipples. A few seconds of resistance and her thumbs joined her index fingers, lightly pinching the sensitive nubs in between. The added stimulation finally got to Spike, mouth opening into a moan which the pink-haired deviant used to her advantage, finally lacing her tongue.
Spike’s eyes slowly closed about halfway as Pinkie’s kiss began to have its intended effect, melting away her reservation. With their lips sealed, Pinkie’s tongue almost filled the petite dragon’s mouth, exploring it completely from within. Pinkie’s eyes opened wide, the surprising heat from Spike’s insides nearly enough to singe her sensitive member. But the slight discomfort was arousing for her, too.
At this point, neither of them had much self control to keep their saliva from overflowing through the gaps of their deep kiss, and dribble slowly accumulated under their chins - droplets falling down either chest with the slightest movement. Pinkie pressed their lips closer with force one last time before slowly pulling away, the suction breaking with a pop. Still connected by strands of drool that broke away one by one as they separated, Pinkie’s tongue remained extended out fully as the dragon observed its large size compared to her own.
In between heavy breaths, Pinkie looked down, blowing away strands of her straight hair obstructing her vision, and asked: “Still... wanna stop?”
Spike’s semi-opaque, dreamy eyes remained fixed on to hers, while her head slowly shook sideways, chest heaving as she gasped for air. Pinkie grinned.
Slowly, Pinkie’s hands slid down the dragon’s petite frame to the seam of her simple white dress, holding it between two fingers. She slowly raises it upward, baring Spike’s knees, revealing her plump thighs, and finally rising above her groin, leaving visible the dragon’s laced white panties. With her cheeks flushed, the green haired girl simply looked away as Pinkie revealed more of her body until she had it sticl just under Spike’s arms.
Slowly, the dragon lifted her arms while her pink assailant removed her dress completely, leaving Spike completely exposed. Pinkie’s eyes ran up and down her slender, childlike body, a thrill running up her spine. “I reaaaallly want to just gobble you all up!” she says as her fingers fiddled the air around the girl. As Pinkie’s expression turned deviously serious and a fingernail traced from Spike’s chin all the way to her navel, another smile took hold of her lips.
Pinkie brought her arms around Spike’s head and brought it closer to herself, stuffing the dragon’s head between her large breasts as she embraced her.. Spike allowed her to, arms reaching around Pinkie’s back for support. “P-Pinkie?” she asked, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and feeling the warm cushioning of her newly-found headrest didn’t help.
Pinkie hummed quietly, her fingers playing with Spike’s shoulder-length hair for a few seconds before slowly running down her spine, tracing it with her index all the way to the base. An electric shock runs up Spike’s body, the petite dragon trembling for a moment while standing on her toes, the muscles on her entire lower half tightened firmly. “Tehee.” Softly, Pinkie grabs hold of the seam in Spike’s panties, tugging it upwards and then letting it go. She does it a few times, gradually increasing force until Spike’s panties begin to ride up her butt.
“W-wait, Pinkie, that’s embarrassing!” Spike complains, shaking her rear from one side to the next, trying to elude Pinkie’s play.
“Hey! Quit squirmin’!” Her palm smacked against one of Spike’s buttcheeks, the sound filling the otherwise silent room. Caught by surprise, Spike yelps aloud while her bottom returns to sitting still. “That’s a good girl...” One hand pets the dragon’s head as the other returns to fiddling with her panties. One more tug and they’re fully encased in between Spike’s cheeks.
For about half a minute, Pinkie simply stands there, observing from above as Spike attempts to behave herself. The feeling was clearly uncomfortable, so before long the petite dragon started to sway her hips, first only slightly, then more actively the longer she tried to have the cloth slide out properly around her form. Spike groaned softly, eyes firmly closed as her rear shook about.
“Hey.” Pinkie spoke in a stern voice. “Suck on it.” she continued as she presented her index and middle fingers to Spike, who hesitantly reached out and took them between her lips.
Her small, burning-hot mouth was too arousing for Pinkie to handle for long, moist little tongue swirling around her fingers and properly coating them in dribble. Pressing her fingers against her muscle as she popped them out of Spike’s mouth, the partying girl observed the clear coat of liquid around them with approval. “What a good girl... Twilight must’ve trained you so well.” She giggled, still menacingly.
Before Spike could react, Pinkie had brought those fingers to her rear and fully inserted them in between her legs. Once again, Spike felt a jolt of electricity running up her spine as the sensation of Pinkie’s touch was too much, her knees pressing against one another to keep herself from falling to the floor.
Wiggling their way through the small gap between Spike’s legs, Pinkie’s wet fingers pressed against the green-haired girl’s soft, puffy lips, adding some upwards pressure until they dug deep into her slit, nearly disappearing in a mix of flesh and fabric.
“Ahhn... P-P-Pinkie, no...” Spike’s hands held firmly around the party enthusiast's back, nails dug softly into her skin. Her entire body shivered.
“Shhh.” Pinkie replied. She moved her fingers in piston-like motions, scooping up Spike’s small, fleshy pussy, sharp fingernails softly scraping her sensitive inner flesh from time to time. The green-haired dragon could hardly contain herself, fidgeting about in all sorts of ways, feeling her legs gradually losing strength.
Pinkie’s ring finger took charge of expertly lifting Spike’s panties out of the way, her fleshy lips keeping it from snapping to its original position.. With another immense jolt of pleasure as those same two fingers began rubbing her raw, Spike yelped aloud, knees finally giving as she slides down on to the floor, arms desperately held around Pinkie for support. “Aaah n!” Hr lower half spasmed lightly, her muscles convulsing from her arousal.
“Eh... You lasted longer than I thought on your feet, Spikey-wikey.” The pink-haired girl took a step back, freeing herself of Spike’s grasp, effectively letting the dragon lay on the floor. Pinkie stood up tall once more, gazing down on her toy, licking her lips.
Spike looked up Pinkie’s legs, the angle giving her full view of her most intimate parts. Their eyes met, a look of disappointment in the dragon’s expression. She thought it strange, but aroused as she was and being left to dry before release was surprisingly frustrating. “I-is it over?” Her soft voice spoke up, her arms propping her body up slightly.
Pinkie chuckled. "It won't be that easy to make it up to me, Spikey-wikey." She took another step back, pointing towards the bed. "If you want me to let you off. .. Tehee, intentional double entendre... Get yourself on the bed. And let me watch." The fingers Pinkie had teased her with made their way in between her lips, tongue greedily licking up Spike’s plentiful girlcum.
Spike observed her, a tingling, uneasy feeling between her legs. Her panties, now soaked in fluids, slowly drifted back into place but not before clamping around her sensitive spots in all sorts of ways. Still, there was no denying she wanted more, and Spike prepared to get on her feet.
"NO! " Pinkie shouted. "On all fours. I want to watch you crawl on all fours." She continued as her digits found their way deep into her mouth once more, nearly to her throat, lips suckling on it with passion.
The initial surprise dwindled down, and Spike obeyed with little hesitation. Her hands dropped to the ground and her rear perked upwards, exposing herself in Pinkie's direction as she crawled towards the bed, step by step. An over the shoulder gaze revealed the pink haired girl's fixed gaze against Spike’s round and underdeveloped hips, thighs and cheeks. She couldn't believe such a pose could be this arousing to be in herself, but seeing Pinkie's interested leer suddenly made the petite dragon’s insides ache and moisten even harder.
The candle still burned away faintly when Spike reached the edge of the bed, crawling her way on top of it as Pinkie followed from behind. Before Spike could sit down at the edge, Pinkie ordered again: "Just stay that way on the bed. And raise your butt."
The order felt strange, but the petite dragon complied once more. Turning around on all fours, Spike raised her rear as high as she could while still on her knees. Suddenly, she felt something approach her from behind and glue itself to the back of her thighs - Pinkie's stomach was flush against her backside. Her slender hands held Spike by the hips, sending shivers up her spine, before suddenly forcing the dragon’s head down onto bed.
"That's better.... Stay like that, Spike. " she said in a relaxed manner, sliding her nails across Spike’s back, ultimately clawing at her partner's plump cheeks.
"Hya! P-Pinkieeeee..." Spike’s complaint disappeared into a soft moan, the pink deviant slowly leaving nail marks across both sides of her ass to halfway down her thighs. Slipping her index fingers under the panties' elastic band, Pinkie slowly rolls them down Spike’s legs, leaving them tangled up around her knees.
The vision suddenly sent waves of arousal across Pinkie's body, her eyes fixated on Spike’s flustered exposed cheeks, puffy and smooth lips and a light-pink little butthole. For the first time, Pinkie's face became truly awash with excitement and arousal . With her palms rested on those plump cheeks, Pinkie began caressing Spike’s previously abused skin, delicately running her hands up and down her thighs.
Spike felt strangely aroused by the mix, though deeply embarrassed about being so exposed. Her thighs rubbed one against the other as her privates grew uneasy, an uncontrollable need to quell her heat building up inside her. Thin strands of clear fluid drip down her legs the further she squirms about. She moans by herself, stuffing her face into the pillow.
Pinkie still entertained herself with Spike’s bottom, her nail marks naturally disappearing from the dragons skin with time. "Oh, Spikey, I'm sorry! Did you want mommy to do something about that?" she asks, finally taking notice of Spike’s growing arousal. "Too baaaad..." she continues in a playful tone.
Spike looks back over her shoulder for a moment to see Pinkie's devious smile, but her head is promptly shoved back against the mattress by the weight of her friend's arm. "Nuh-huh, you keep your head down, you fiendish little dragon. No peeking!"
Spike complied. Not long after, she felt something slide down towards the area at the center of her perky cheeks. Pinkie's thumb teased the surroundings of the petite dragon's tight anus, much to Spike’s distress. Her head peeked up again, only to be promptly shoved back down a second time. "Wait, Pinkie Pie, t-that's.. Don't touch me there!" Her eyes shut tight, the sensation of Pinkie's touch around her sensitive hole striking some fear in the dragon’s little heart.
Pinkie ignored her, eyes attentively observing her own actions. Adding pressure to her thumb and moving it sideways, she brought Spike’s flesh along for the ride, exposing the bright pink outer rim of the dragon’s quivering hole. Her grip strengthened until she felt her sphincter give in, resulting in a small gape and the sight of Spike’s fleshy insides. The pink-haired girl let out an exasperated sigh, clearly enjoying herself.
Spike gripped the bedsheets the more she fought back against Pinkie’s advance, but the discomfort of resistance began to outweigh the one of compliance, and soon she relaxed her muscles, allowing Pinkie full control of her body. Still shivering from head to toe, the young dragon’s mind floated about, unsure of her destiny, though the growing heat in her groin was far from subdued. She whimpered, quietly sliding one hand under her legs and up her thigh.
“You’re really pink inside, Spikey-wikey, just like me!” Pinkie chuckled, her thumb now firmly placed atop Spike’s anus, kneading it under her own flesh. A few heavy motions of her finger and she once again pulled it sideways, the gap growing wider from Spike’s relaxing. Keeping it that way for a while, Pinkie exposed her tongue and brought her head lower still, letting go of a stream of saliva down its tip.
Spike shuddered at the sensation of Pinkie’s drool dripping into her cavity, first soaking the outside and around her friend’s own finger, slowly seeping into her - the moist, sticky sensation being uncomfortable at first. “Mmffh!” she complained, her mouth stuffed full of mattress. Making sure not to waste any, Pinkie’s thumb hoarded whatever fluid remained and guided it towards the entrance, where it disappeared inside Spike.
“Aww, Spike, aren’t you silly?” Pinkie dug her nails into her skin again. With her free hand, she intercepted Spike’s attempt at self-congratulation, quickly moving the petite dragon’s hand off to the side. “You don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, are we clear?” she continued, her firm grip against Spike’s wrist a signal she wasn’t joking. Spike simply nodded from her submissive position.
“You know, Spike, I’ve always wondered.” Pinkie looks up to the ceiling with an inquisitive expression, her thumb still mindlessly kneading Spike’s hole, in typical Pinkie Pie fashion. “You’re a dragon, but you don’t have a tail. Why don’t you have a tail, Spike?”
Spike moved her head sideways on bed, freeing her mouth. In between breaths, she replied with difficulty, her voice shaky and uncertain: “Not... in my... human form... Only...”
“What was that? Oh, you don’t have a tail? Poor Spikey-wikey!” Pinkie’s sobbing voice echoed through the room to Spike’s confusion.
“... No, only... in my-”
“What was that? You want to have one?” Pinkie’s hands, despite the slimy drool and other fluids, held her face in excitement. “Oh, Spikey! I have just the thing!”
Spike’s heart suddenly drops upon hearing those words, and she swallowed dry. A quick peek with the corner of her eyes reveals a bouncy Pinkie curiously fiddling with something from under the bed. Spike couldn’t quite see it, but the gleam in Pinkie’s eyes meant it couldn’t be much worse than she’d had it up to now. “Wait... maybe...” she thought, her hand quickly sliding up her legs, a shiver running up her spine.
A satisfied smile formed in Spike’s lips as her eyes closed shut, her warm fingers gently cupping her own groin, ring finger sliding into her slit and the pressure of her touch giving her another jolt of pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan aloud, a high-pitched squeal soon followed as her fingers became encased in her own heat and moisture.
Gently using her fingers to pleasure herself, Spike seemed to enter a trance, completely forgetting about Pinkie’s presence. The amount of teasing she’d endured thus far was too much to bear, and so she continued to rub her digits against the soft flesh of her pussy, her fingers digging in between her swollen lips to the point of burial, her thumb lightly grazing her clitoris. Her breath became shallow, her hand furiously sliding up and down her crotch, the wet sounds she made only growing louder.
“Ahh... aah...” She moaned aloud.
“Aaaaaah, indeed.”
Spike froze solid, her entire lower half convulsing in a mix of fear and pleasure.
Pinkie stood tall, watching Spike from behind. She observed the petite dragon with the bottom corner of her eyes as she slowly shook her head negatively. “Ch, I thought I’d given you clear instructions.” Pinkie’s hand affectionately caressed Spike’s buttcheek, only to then smack it once, then twice. Spike whimpered in place, her fingers still stuck to her privates.
“I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson about obedience, Spike.” Her other hand held the beads she’d frantically searched for before. “See... it would have been so much easier on your cute little hole.” Casually, she threw the toy over her shoulder. Pinkie shrugged, dropping to her knees and fiddling with the box under the bed a second time. Spike hadn’t moved an inch.
“Spiiike.” Pinkie called out. Slowly, Spike turned her head around in her direction.
In between her fingers, Pinkie held a medium-sized, clear-colored plug, conical in shape and narrow at the tip, gradually widening towards the bottom. The pink-haired female brought its point between her moistened lips, suckling on it for a moment, coating it in her own saliva. “Guess where this one is going now?” Her devious smile widened greatly, tongue swirling around the sex toy on hand.
Spike’s mouth was agape at the sight. She swallowed dry despite the abundance of fluids in her mouth from her previous session. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“At least the candle is far over there... Rarity wouldn’t have left it sit for long...”
