Spike Want, Spike Take

by Birdybirdbird

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex
Length: 11630

A love story about how Rarity created Spike’s huge dragoncock, feared Spike’s huge dragoncock, and then learned to love Spike’s huge dragoncock.

If Spike’s greed made him grow, then why shouldn’t his lust over a heated mare do the same?

A.K.A Rarity learns why you don’t fuck with a dragon’s lust when you’re in heat. And then learns why you do fuck with a dragon’s lust when you’re in heat.

Art by Kuroran
1953206 on Derpibooru

Published 2024-07-21 21:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-21 21:10:00 UTC

A Dragon’s Lust

It was a hot day in Ponyville.

Whilst every mare and stallion made their way around the village, doing their own things, every one of them could feel the sun beaming down on them. But they didn’t dislike it, in fact, all ponies found the cloudless sky and sunny weather the pegasi gave them a delight.

All ponies, but one.

This pony was a pristine fashionista known as Rarity, and at this point in time she was sat at a table, having been invited here by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

On her stool, sipping her tea, the mare should’ve been happy to be here (after all, her purple friend didn’t invite her out to tea often) but instead Rarity wasn’t having the best time. As Twilight chatted away, speaking of life as a princess, the unicorn wasn’t listening, but only because she was too busy shuffling and fidgeting in her seat due to a burning problem down at her nethers.

Yep. Rarity was in heat. And it was driving her insane.

That’s why she wasn’t having a good time today and that’s why she wished the weather would cool down, because her body was constantly burning up, crying out for a stallion whilst she refused to give in to such uncouth urges.

It had only started yesterday, and already she’d spent an entire day inside of her room, sometimes focusing on her job as a fashion designer, but usually just crying out as she repeatedly drove her biggest stallion dildo in and out of her, letting her finally reach an unsatisfying climax.

On the plus side, she hadn’t let it get in the way of her relationship with those close to her. She’d already sent Sweetie Belle back to go live with their parents for the time being, and she wouldn’t let it disrupt her relationship with Twilight either!

“Rarity? Rarity, you there?” From across the table, Twilight called to the mare who was staring into space. “You okay there, Rare’?” After inviting her here, the alicorn had noticed her friend hadn’t been entirely ’here’ today, but now she was just entirely zoned out, evidently not even hearing her. I wonder what’s wrong with her…

Leaning over the small table, Twilight nudged Rarity’s hoof lying there on it. And that worked. “Wh-Wha-?” The troubled mare’s head jolted up, and her entire body shifted as if she was suddenly teleported here and trying to understand her surroundings. Soon though, her eyes locked back onto Twilight’s, and she calmed herself. “O-Oh, yes, darling… Err… Wo-Would you mind repeating yourself there? I didn’t quite catch that last bit.”

That was the understatement of the century, and Twilight Sparkle wasn’t nearly dumb enough to fall for it. She wasn’t mad at her friend though, something was bothering her, so she leant forward and inquired about it. “…Rarity, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out since we got here and fidgeting like your seat’s covered in spikes!”

The posh pony wouldn’t say it herself, but she knew she had been. Instead of admitting it though, she just hung her head, trying her best not to wriggle in her seat to get even a tiny bit of satisfaction from the stool. However, eventually, she realised she was cornered, and had to confess. “I-I’m sorry Twilight, I… My mind’s been in other places a-as of late.” Unable to resist the urge to awkwardly chuckle, Rarity tried moving the conversation on as she sorted herself out. “A-Anyway, what were you saying, love?”

“Hmm…” Twilight squinted. She was sure her friend was lying, but if she didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t make her. Maybe she’ll open up about it another time… Obliging Rarity’s unsubtle want, she spoke up again without questioning further. “I was just talking about my most recent conversation with Celestia, apparently she’s having a couple complications up in Canterlot and…”

Twilight kept speaking, and Rarity was listening, but she was only half there. It wasn’t her fault that her thoughts kept going back to cock! Usually she’d never do this, and would always give her friends her utmost attention, but here, with her hot body screaming at her to satiate her heat, Rarity couldn’t help but sneakily wiggle her wide hips from side to side, rubbing her drooling snatch on her seat to give it some, any stimulation as her juices poured from her.

Her mind hadn’t thought to realise she’d be leaving a mess behind, but hopefully she’d be gone before anypony saw anything… or smelt anything.

Maybe I could convince a stallion to spend the night at my place, it wouldn’t be difficult to even with the lack of stallions in the village… At this point, Twilight was all but forgotten about again, not noticing she was being ignored and not noticing the mare before her was grinding her sopping pussy on her stool. No, I couldn’t. I would undoubtedly get pregnant then… I guess I’m stuck with another night of lifeless plastic… She internally sighed, but this thought ending was enough to bring her back to reality, and see the Princess of Friendship looking back at her expectantly.

“So Rarity, would you mind? I know it might be a little inconvenient for you but if anypony could do this task, it would be you.”

Uh oh. Of course, the mare in heat had no fucking clue what she was just asked to do. But it was Twilight, what’s the worst it could be? “O-Oh! Of course, darling. I don’t mind at all! I’d be happy to to be honest.”

Clearly what she’d said was the right answer, as the purple pony visually relaxed. It did make it seem like this mystery task would be more difficult than she’d originally anticipated though. “Phew! Thank Celestia! I really appreciate it Rarity, and hey, having Spike over for the night might even come in handy, he is my number one assistant after all!”

Beg pardon? Having Spike over at her place? For the night? When she was violently and noisily driving her dildo into her into herself to try and stop dripping with every step she took? What have I just agreed to?

She knew for a fact that her house stunk with her desperate arousal, and that the whole building had droplets all over it from what her clenched thighs failed to contain. And then there was her bedroom! A depraved sanctum that reeked of her stench throughout and was covered in the juices that she unceremoniously sprayed everywhere while she moaned like a whore.

Well done Rarity, you’ve fucked yourself over, big time. This kind of language was more appropriate for those more crass like Rainbow Dash, but the usually pristine pony didn’t care, this situation called for it. All she could do now was try and get what little info she could on what she’d just thrown herself into. “S-So Twilight, just to reiterate, um, how… how long will Spike be staying over again?”

If Twi’ spotted that she was acting off again, she didn’t say anything. “Only the night. I kinda hope Celestia doesn’t want to keep me in Canterlot any longer than that. Like I said though, he’s really helpful, I promise you he won’t be tough to babysit.”

Okay. A single night. That’s manageable.

“I’ll send him over in an hour. If you don’t know what to feed him he’ll eat pretty much anything.” As it was said so nonchalantly, Twilight had no way of knowing the panic it caused in her friend.

Only an hour?! H-How am I going to make my place spotless in that time?! With her eyes as wide as saucers, Rarity came to the only conclusion she could: she had to go, now, and get a headstart on ridding her house of the smell and sight of mare-cum. Shockingly quickly, she rose to her hooves, ignoring the quiet squelch that she’d definitely heard. “I’m sorry Twilight, but I have to be going now. I know this exit is rather sudden but I hope you don’t mind that I have to tidy my place up for Spike’s arrival.”

“Oh.” It was definitely a shame that it ended so soon, but at least Rarity was doing the responsible thing, Twilight thought. “It’s fine, Rare’. But we’ll have to do this again sometime, I can’t help but feel I did all the speaking today. A-And I did kinda have ulterior motives to asking you out here, didn’t I?”

“It’s fine, darling, don’t worry about it. But yes, let’s do this another time.” She was rushing through her words, and was wanting to get back home as soon as she could. “Anyway, see you soon!” With her rear clenching to not leak all over Ponyville’s roads, Rarity hurriedly strode off.

“See you soon!” And Twilight was somehow none the wiser. She knew something was up with her, but either she’d learn in the future if Rarity wanted to tell her, or it wouldn’t be important and she’d never know. Either way, she too left, leaving a good tip for the waiter.

That money should’ve gone to another pony though: the poor mare that sat down where Rarity had been sitting and didn’t know what happened until she felt the sticky liquid sink into her furry rear.

Her scream could be heard for miles.

Oblivious to what she’d made another pony go through though, Rarity was dashing to her house, and made it inside only to immediately get to work.

Throughout the next hour, windows were opened, floors were mopped, and floors were mopped again after she’d inevitably not been able to control herself and dove onto her fainting couch, rubbing herself silly before she sprayed out across her huge workshop.

But finally, after nearly an hour, the place was indeed spotless, the only place that wasn't being her bedroom. She hadn’t dared touch that place. Just stepping into it felt like her face was being stuffed between her legs, and she was pretty sure you could even taste her in the air.

But Spike wouldn’t be going in there, so all she had to do was be a good host and everything would go well.

Now there’s just one last thing left. With the house to her standards, she closed the windows and promptly left to go to her bathroom. The only thing left needing cleaning was her, and Spike wasn’t going to be here for a little while, so upstairs she went.

As she showered, she prayed that the night would go well. Things could go wrong, but she desperately didn’t want them to, so all she could do in the shower was contemplate what was to come.

She also masturbated and climaxed again in the tub, but that was nothing new.

“You got everything, Spike?” Doting over him like a big sister would, Twilight was being extra cautious, just in case. She was making sure he had everything he needed to take… even though he wasn’t taking anything.

And though her actions were a little endearing, her constant unnecessary concerns were annoying Spike to no end. “Yes! I’ve told you Twi’, I’m not taking anything! And I don’t even need a babysitter!” It was technically true, he was very responsible for his age, but still Spikey Wikey hadn’t gone through his growth spurt yet, so he was as tiny as he’d been for most of his life.

“I know, it’s just-“

“Yeah, yeah. You’re looking out for me.” Making his way over to her, Spike and Twilight hugged. It was a sweet moment, but the two had to depart. “I’ll be fine. And it’s only gonna be one day! What’s the worst that could happen?”

This didn’t calm Twilight’s nerves. “Don’t say that Spike, you know it never ends well.”

“O-Oh yeah, sorry.”

Checking a pocket watch she’d summoned out of nowhere, the bigger sibling read it, sighing acceptantly. “Well I need to go now… Treat Rarity nice. She was generous enough to agree to this so don’t make her regret it.”

“You know I always treat Rarity nice, Twi’” Spike wasn’t lying, he always treated Rarity like the goddess she was. He still had that crush on her, but he had good reason to: she was perfect, and he knew that one day he’d win her over.

“Tch.” Rolling her eyes, used to his obsessive antics, Twilight said one final “Goodbye, Spike.” before leaving for the train to Canterlot. She’d mainly chosen Rarity to look after him as Twilight knew he’d eagerly do anything the mare asked him to, so it was unlikely that things could go wrong with her.

“Bye Twilight!” And letting his dear sister depart, Spike marched on over to Rarity's.

With his small claws pitter-pattering on the dirt road, he wasn’t too focused on speed. He’d end up making it to Rarity’s one way or the other, so now he got the chance to zone out and prepare for the night ahead. He had only one night to help him get closer to the mare he adored, so what was his plan to seduce her?

He’d be nice and appreciate her offering him a night there.

Of course it wasn’t the most direct plan, but every actual move he’d ever made on her just seemed to backfire massively. So for tonight he’d just try to help out where he could, and not get on her bad side.

Oh, and ogle her, he was going to ogle her a lot.

It wasn’t his fault that he was at the perfect ass-ogling height! And he’d be subtle about it, just as he’d always been in the past. She hadn’t caught him staring at that fat ass of hers yet, so if all went well tonight, he could keep doing it and not get caught red-clawed.

Plus, it’d give him good material to fap to when he inevitably masturbated to the thought of her tonight.

And on the thought of his sister’s friend’s seductive body, Spike approached the Carousel Boutique.

All you’ve got to do is behave, you can try make a move on her another time, but not while your stuck in the same house as her for the night. So for now, just be nice, and enjoy the view. It did feel a bit pervy thinking that, but he wasn’t a pervert. He only thought that way about one mare, so that didn’t count, right?

It didn’t matter, and he pushed the pointless thought aside as he lifted a fist up to the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing happened, and though he heard some shuffling about go on inside the house, there was no answer. Rocking back and forth on his feet, Spike chose to knock again.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Oh- Ah, coming!” The melodic voice called to him, and though it was distant and muffled, he could tell his crush had been caught off-guard. He must’ve arrived sooner than expected.

With the faraway Rarity getting closer and Spike hearing what sounded like her trotting down some stairs, she eventually made it to the door and graced him with her presence.

“Oh! Spikey Wikey! Sorry for making you wait dear, I was just in the shower.” Having opened the door with magic, she’d given him a full view of her body that told she clearly wasn’t lying. All of her white fur was matted down and clinging to her skin, whilst her mane was looking the same, lanky and needing to be dried.

Spike didn’t care about all of that stuff though, as he noticed different things. With her fur stuck to her, Rarity’s body wasn’t at all hidden by her fur, so he could see the curve of every muscle of hers, and could just see her teats dangling from between her front legs. Making sure not to arouse suspicion though (and his own body), Spike spoke up, wishing to Celestia that she’d turn around. “I-It’s fine. I was barely waiting at all.”

“Well that’s good then. Now come on in! I’ve tidied up the place so it should be spotless.” And by ‘spotless’ she of course meant ‘not covered in her slutty juices’, but he didn’t need to know that.

It was at this moment that Spike’s wish came true.

Right when he’d stopped himself thinking about her body, Rarity went and turned around, and may as well have just presented her bits to him. She strode on into her house intending for him to follow, but he just stayed there staring. Her cheeks were also damp, and so every jiggle of her fat ass was accentuated by every crevice of it being on display. And then of course, there was what was between the cheeks. A perfect and pristine, yet round and raunchy ponut sat in between her bubble butt. But what made the sight all the more alluring was the big amethyst gem staring back at him. Her ass was stuffed with a butt-plug! And she was practically showing it off to him now! Then, beneath that beautiful sight was her pussy. With two perfect lips around the hole, her cavern looked incredibly, undoubtedly, unstoppably arousing, and-

…Holy shit. Out of nowhere, the unthinkable happened. Her pussy winked at him, and revealed her insides to him, flashing the wet, pink walls that led straight to her womb. It took all of Spike’s willpower to keep his dick from emerging from the slit between his legs.

“Anyway, I’ve heard that you’re not a picky eater, and since it’s getting a little late I hope you don’t mind if I try and whip us up some dinner… After I’ve dried off, of course.” Rarity didn’t look back at him when saying this, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

And it was hard for Spike to pay attention in this position. With every step she took her white cheeks jiggled massively, and bounced so much that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. Fortunately though he’d still heard what she’d said, and was just able to respond. “O-Okay.”

“Superb! The kitchen’s right here so if you want to sit down then I’ll be back in just a sec’.” Left in front of the doorway, he watched her for every second that she left. He really had no clue how he’d not been caught yet, but either way he didn’t want to take it for granted as he could stare at that juicy rear of hers all day.

But with her disappearing from his view, he pushed the kitchen door open and sat at the only table in there.

It was already incredibly difficult to keep his erection in check, but somehow, somehow, he was supposed to last a whole night being around the mare he was obsessed with. He’d only been there for a few minutes!

But was that all there was to it? He’d ogled her flank before and it hadn’t been this hard… to not get hard.

Something just seemed off that he couldn’t quite put his claw on. Yes her dampness had made her jiggly asscheeks seem even jigglier, but was it something else? Ever since he’d entered, his sensitive nose had picked up on something in the air, a faint trace of some arousing fragrance, but besides that he was baffled.

He was going to figure it out. The faint and arousing smell, the winking of her pussy, it had to mean something, and Spike felt he was so close to figuring it out.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Rarity was also stuck in her head, thinking as she blowdried her hair.

How was she going to make it through this night? She’d spent days giving into her urges, and now she was supposed to just stop and turn off her body’s demands?

Granted, it wasn’t like she planned to pounce on Spike and worship the nonexistent massive horsecock between his legs, but it didn’t help that he was always obviously ogling her ass, making her feel sexy, and wanted, and breedable.

It wasn’t like he was as good at hiding it as he thought.

But whether Rarity would lust over Spike or not, it was infuriating that his pervertedness always brought her mind back to sex, which only flared up her wanting body that demanded her hole be claimed and mated now!

Ugh! This is infuriating! She supposed all she could do was go down there and act as normal as she could. What other choice does she have here?

Rubbing the towel all around her plump, pristine body, Rarity sighed, looking back in the mirror to make sure she dried every last bit of the fur on her body.

If he could just stop being such a perverted little reptile for tonight, then maybe it would be easier to- Rarity froze. As she looked back in the mirror, her eyes widened, and the fashionista’s face morphed to one of utter terror.

In the reflection of the mirror, a magnificent purple jewel glistened in the light, and would’ve looked absolutely divine if not for the fact that said jewel belonged to a very noticeable butt-plug, the same one that she just realised she hadn’t taken off in days and had forgotten about entirely.

Rarity’s white cheeks turned into a dark red. I-I-I went out for lunch with Twilight! Th-That entire time I was… Spike had knocked on the door and cut her shower short before she'd gotten round to cleaning her asshole. Without thinking, the mare lit up her horn, and her magic grabbed onto the toy still stuck in her. Aggressively, she pulled, and yanked, and kept forcing the item out of her stretching ponut until it finally escaped her rear with a noisy-

Pop!

“NGH!” She ripped it out of her asshole, and the action sent waves of arousal through her. With weak legs, Rarity collapsed, and the large object fell to the floor. After all the effort she’d spent on cleaning herself of her pussy’s juices and her body’s sweat, the mare, on the floor, could feel both coming back to mock her. …This is embarrassing.

It killed her to resist shoving her hoof between her legs and start rubbing, but she had to. Spike was waiting for her, and though she wasn’t looking forward to being ogled some more, she promised Twilight she’d look after him, and she would.

So Rarity left the bathroom, feeling dirtier than she had before she showered.

“I-I’m back!” Rarity trotted into the room, and of course, Spike eagerly turned around in his chair to see her again as she entered. “Now how about I cook us something nice?”

Seeing a chance to impress her, the infatuated dragon jumped in. “Sure thing, Rarity. I could cook though, if you’d prefer. I’m always cooking for Twilight and I’m pretty good at it.”

“No, no. You’re the guest, Spikey. I’ll cook.” If she didn’t find some distraction to get her mind off of the problem, then Rarity thought she might go insane. So she was cooking, and Spike could… watch her.

She didn’t think this plan through.

“J-Just sit back and let me whip up a little something.” She made her way over to the counter, and instantly felt his eyes on her behind. The heated mare tried keeping her mind off of it as she brought food out of the fridge, but even then, she couldn’t rid herself of the nagging in her body.

Meanwhile, Spike shamelessly kept his eyes on her big, bouncy butt. He was disappointed that she’d taken out the butt-plug - Spike the pervert and Spike the dragon having both loved that - but with the view he got here, he’d definitely have a good time getting himself off tonight.

While Rarity prepared some immaculate omelettes, something Sweetie Belle somehow could never get the hang of, she stealthily eyed the dragon behind her. For Celestia’s sake! Does he never think about anything else?! Evidently not, with how his eyes were analysing her every curve.

And he was having the time of his life back at the table. Spike just couldn’t stop himself from looking. Whether it was the ass that was as perfect as it always was, the slight gape of her fat ponut, or the fact that her winking pussy was beginning to drip repeatedly onto the floor, he didn’t know. S-Sweet Celestia that’s hot. If the sight of her wasn’t arousing enough, the aroma filling the room was. As soon as it entered Spike’s nose he knew what it was: the smell of a mare in heat.

On one hoof, he could lose himself in Rarity’s intoxicating stench, but on the other, Spike realised that he was too late to stop it, and was powerless as his erection slid from his slit.

Uh oh. For the first time since she came back, the doting dragon looked away from Rarity, looking in horror down at his hard dragon-dick.

It was at this point that Rarity decided to turn around.

If it wasn’t for his quick-thinking, she would have seen his sorry state, but fortunately, Spike managed to budge forward in his seat and hide it under the table in time. It wasn’t small in comparison to him, but it was tiny compared to a pony’s, and this was the only time that Spike appreciated that fact.

Rarity didn’t notice it. “Dinner is served!”

“Oh! Uhh… Th-Thanks, Rarity.” Innocent ogling suddenly had stakes, but at least he was safe for now.

Ignorant to what throbbed under her table, the mare of the house sat down, and they both got to eating in an awkward, uncomfortable silence.

They gobbled down their meals; a small reprieve from what was at the forefront of both their horny minds.

Spike hadn’t been able to calm his second tail down, the room slowly filling up with the thick, heady scent of mare cunt and refusing to let it soften.

And Rarity had it even worse. She knew exactly what was happening to the room they were in, and couldn’t not feel the dampness of her chair this time around, but chose to try her best to ignore both those facts. She could relieve herself tonight, when the young dragon had gone to bed.

“Can I take your plate, Rar-“ He doomed himself. Out of instinct, Spike let the offer slip out. What a fool he was.

Rarity hadn’t noticed his blunder though. “Of course, Spikey. Thank you.” If his back was turned, maybe she could use this as an opportunity to escape before he spotted her flank’s soggy fur.

"O-O-Okay then..." With great skill, and making sure to keep his meagre boner hidden entirely, Spike leant over and took her plate, making sure to keep his back to her as he walked to the sink. That went better than I'd expected!

The mare watched him go. Perfect. Maybe now, if I say a few words, I'll not have to see him again for the rest of the... What's that? Her plan was to escape, to finally leave and spend the rest of the night succumbing to unsatisfying pleasure. The last thing Rarity expected was to catch a slight whiff in her nose, one of a scent that she didn’t know but instantly thought was divine.

Her want to find the smell overrode her need to escape.

I-I can leave once I’ve found out what it is. Something about it compelled her, and brought out an instinctual need to follow it to its source. So she did.

As Spike worked at the sink, failing to ignore her own overbearing smell, Rarity stalked the musk, it leading her to the source of it all: the dragon. He didn’t notice her presence near him, but Spike noticed when a blue aura surrounded his small body, and magic suddenly spun him to face her.

Aha! It was… Looking down with intensity, the pony found it, the source of the alluring aroma.

It was Spike’s dick. What she’d been smelling was dragon-musk.

I-I-I… Bu… Wha… For the second time tonight, Rarity’s cheeks turned a deep red. It didn’t help that Spike’s cheeks were the exact same.

As she stared, the two remained silent. Spike felt ashamed, and considered he was being held in place as his prick throbbed openly for her, he had good reason to feel that way.

But Rarity, she was lost in her clouded head. Her rational mind thought the thing was cute, and told her to release him, meanwhile, her lust gave her other ideas. He’s a male. He’s ready. He clearly wants you too. Take him.

With the powerful jolts sent to her nethers, Rarity’s legs shook. She could feel her pussy gushing out juices onto her kitchen floor, needing satisfaction.

M-Maybe if I just have a little taste… Without thinking, she craned her neck down. No matter how small it was, no matter how oddly-shaped it was compared to an equine one, the mare’s body was demanding cock, and all she had to do was move forward a little more and-

“R-RARITY!” Spike screamed at her.

In an instant, she was torn out of her mind, able to think for herself again, and now she felt ashamed too. I-I was just about to… The pony was disgusted with herself. No matter how horny she was, she couldn’t do that to her Spikey Wikey!

So, having no other choice, Rarity did the only thing she could do.

“I-I’m going to have an early night!” Her magic dropped Spike onto his butt, and without sticking around, Rarity sprinted to the door. “Y-You’re having Sweetie Belle’s room tonight. Goodnight!”

The last thing the erect dragon saw of her was her winking pussy before she dove out of the room and left him there, staring at the doorway. While his member throbbed, there was only one thought on Spike’s mind: What the fuck was that?!

It wasn’t long after she left that Spike finished cleaning the plates, followed her, and got himself settled into Sweetie Belle’s bedroom.

In this one room, there wasn’t a trace of the addicting smell of Rarity’s arousal, but still Spike was rock-hard. But only because of something he’d learnt.

“Mph! Ah! Ngah! F-Fuck! Guh!”

This building’s walls were thin.

Lying back in the bed, he stared at the ceiling. He’d tried jerking off to the sound of her voice begging, wrapping his claw around his dick and remembering how amazing her body has looked today, but he couldn’t.

It just wasn’t the same.

All night he’d been surrounded by whatever that scent was, and for some reason, that turned him on more than anything els-

“She’s in heat!” Spike yelled out to nopony, immediately faceclawing upon the realisation, but at least he’d finally put the pieces together. The winking, the dripping, the smell... Ahg! It’s so obvious now!

No wonder she was acting off all night.

So this whole time I’ve been getting to smell Rarity’s arousal and didn’t even know it? Spike didn’t know what to do with these epiphanies. He wanted more of Rarity’s heated, desperate, depraved scent, but didn’t want to go and masturbate in the kitchen. He could just keep getting off in here, listening to the sounds of the mare of his dreams losing herself in her lust. Or what if-

“Ahn! More! Ugh!”

What if Rarity had a visitor, spying on her while she was too slutty to notice? Spike loved the idea, and his throbbing phallus seemed to love it just as much. So silently, the tiny dragon slipped out of the bed, and crept out of the room.

Granted, he really would’ve preferred if he was actually getting to give it to the mesmerising mare, but he’d have to settle for this. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything. But unfortunately, the feeling wasn’t mutual, so he’d have to settle for jerking off at her door.

Arriving at her bedroom, Spike delicately picked the lock with a talented digit; something he’d picked up from peeping on Twilight every now and then. And then, he nudged the door open gently, and preemptively wrapped his claw around his thrilled member.

“Ah! Fuck! Celestia, damn it! Go deeper!”

It was overwhelming.

The second Spike opened the door, the horny reptile was met with an onslaught of sexy stimuli. First was the smell. As soon as a gap was available, the stench of mare cunt dove out of the room, and blasted Spike in the face. It was so pungent, so concentrated, and he couldn’t get enough of it, huffing her musk like his life depended on it.

Then, there was the sounds. Listening to her moans directly was entirely different to hearing them through a wall. It was as if the begs were for him, crying out for him to mate her more and more.

And finally, there was the sight of her. She lied on her back on the bed, with her pussy facing the door, and here, Spike got front row seats to the show she was putting on for him. With her oblivious to his presence, he got to stand here, eying the thick horsecock dildo that she drove in and out of herself constantly, watching the juices spray from her needy snatch, and ogling the prominent butt-plug that he couldn’t help but noticing she’d put back in her fat ponut.

Spike didn’t need to think twice about gripping his dick and jacking off madly. He literally couldn’t resist. She was just too incredible. Holy fuck! This is so hot! I wish I could be that dildo right about now! Committing this moment to memory, Spike couldn’t help but feel a slight envy rise up.

This was Rarity. This was the love of his life and he wanted her more than any pony did. Yet he didn’t get her, even when she was slutty and desperate!

Grr! Why the fuck does she never even consider me? Why can’t I be where that dildo is now?!

He just wasn’t big enough for her. His desire for her was stronger than anything else, he lusted for her more than any pony ever would, and yet she’d never see him as more than a friend. It wasn’t fair! It drove him crazy!

All I want is to fuck the shit out of Rarity! That’s it! All I want is…

The lust was flooding his mind. His draconic hunger for Rarity was fucking with him, and so, Spike couldn’t even keep getting himself off as he felt something in him. His lust, the heated Rarity just there for the taking… It was doing something to him.

All I… I want… I-I want…

Spike want.

Backing away from the door, Spike felt his body changing. He groaned, falling to the floor. His lust was overtaking him, and he was helpless as his body controlled what he did now. It was like when he grew unnaturally from his greed taking over him, but this was different. Very different.

Gone was his round belly, and Spike felt as his body grew sharper; more like an actual dragon’s. His arms grew, his neck grew, his claws and teeth sharpened, and the small lizard could do nothing as his desire made him grow to at least ten times his previous size.

He looked like the dragons he’d met out in the wild now: intimidating and showing a willingness to take what they wanted. But this wasn’t Spike now, and the massive throbbing dragon-cock bobbing underneath the beast only proved that he was now buried deep within his hunger.

SPIKE WANT!

The smaller Spike wanted, but this Spike would take what was his.

Inside, Rarity had long stopped pistoning her fattest dildo in and out of her. The quiet noises of fapping never caught her attention, but she had to notice a dragon loudly panting and groaning outside of her ajar door.

Spike was watching me?! If he’d seen anything, he’d seen all of her, and he’d surely heard her moaning like a whore too… and smelt her. Wha… He… Urgh! That dragon was pushing his luck that one time he groped my flank, but this is too far!

Clambering up onto shaky legs, Rarity intended to have a word with him. Yes she was still dripping, and yes she would look like a hot, sweaty, fuckable mess when she berated him, but she didn’t care anymore. She drew the line at being peeped on while relieving her urges.

When I get my hooves on that perverse reptile, I’m going to- Rarity froze in her place on the bed.

Behind the door, the panting of a tiny dragon changed, deepening, becoming deep growls that shook her to her core. But that couldn’t have come from her little Spikey Wikey. Could it?

All anger was forgotten as she kept looking at the door, peering through the crack to see him, but what stared back was the predatory eye of a beastly thing, one that locked onto her and stared her down like she was a tasty hunk of meat. “S-Spikey?”

BOOM!

“Ah!” The door slammed off of its hinges, crashing to the floor with a huge claw atop it. It was Spike, but the old Spike can’t have been a dragon before; this was a dragon.

Still staring her down, hunched over and on all fours, Spike stalked into the room, having found his target. He was still in there, but his mind wasn’t in control now. Having to squeeze his way through the door, he revealed himself to Rarity, and she, both terrified and curious, ran her eyes over his body.

Wh-What happened to my Spikey Wikey? The monster was nothing like the dragon she knew. He was covered in ripped muscles, he had sharp fangs, sharp claws, and sharp edges, and he was… …Sweet Celestia…

The humongous creature approached the mare, and she didn’t move, too baffled to budge an inch. She was staring at something, something hard, throbbing and fucking HUGE. But Spike didn’t stop where he was, the dragon moved over her, and after pushing his hips forward, put Rarity face to face with so many inches of massive dragon meat.

Daunting was the best word for it. Pulsating strongly as blood pumped through it, the cock looked similar to the one she’d gotten to see earlier in the kitchen, but at the same time, they were nothing alike. Her Spikey’s dick earlier was about the size of a popsicle, maybe average in size for a young dragon, but nothing compared to a horsecock. But this?! This beastly cock was bigger than her foreleg in every way, and that wasn’t mentioning everything else on it: the barbs, the ridges, and of course, the big bulbous knot at the bottom.

The rational side of Rarity feared how the thing could destroy her pussy, but the other side of Rarity - the Rarity that was in heat - ogled the monster-cock, marvelling in how it could destroy her pussy.

N-No! I-I-It’s too big! That thing could- She tried backing away from the dragon’s girth, but he didn’t like that.

Aggressively, dominantly, Spike the dragon thrust towards Rarity and shoved himself against her lips. When she didn’t allow him entrance, his meat rubbed on her face, and rubbed his filthy scent into her fur. It was like what she’d smelt in the kitchen, only there was enough of this to surround her, and bathe her in the horny musk of the male.

Rarity felt herself moisten. She knew it wouldn’t fit, but her body didn’t seem to care. She wanted to open up her holes for him, but knew it wouldn’t end well for her. So she tried backing up again, only to feel an impatient claw grip her hair roughly. “Ah! Hey! Watch the hair! And let go of me, you brute!”

He didn’t. Moving her head effortlessly, Spike moved her lips to his tip, and before the mare had time to react, the dragon forced his gigantic hips forward, and filled her mouth with just his colossal head.

“MMMPH!” It stunk, it tasted filthy and lewd, and it was stretching her lips as wide as they could possibly go. The huge, horny reptile was dominating her, and Rarity's body couldn't get enough of it. Under the creature’s control, she had no hope of escaping him. No matter how much pulling back she did, he only yanked her forward more, and started shoving more of his hot meat down her throat. S-Stop it, Spike! This… This isn’t you!

On one hoof, she missed her Spikey-Wikey, and wanted her polite if perverted helper back. On the other, she was creating a small pool on her bed, and one of her hooves was subconsciously travelling down to deal with the problem down there. Getting her face used though, Rarity wasn’t prepared for when his thrusting began.

Mad, aggressive humps were made of his huge hips, and the brutal creature began doing his best to cram more of his massive monster meat down her gullet. “Mph! Mm-mmph!” Rarity’s throat had never been stretched nearly this wide before, and she felt it burning with each inch she took. I-It’s so BIG! How has Spikey Wikey grown so much?! He was tiny earlier! Was she moaning or not? Rarity couldn’t tell, but she still tried making half-hearted attempts to get him out of her, her resistance dwindling with each second.

Meanwhile, Spike kept at it. His cock was only stretching her tight throat so he could force more of himself into her, but it was working, and her facehole was already bringing more pleasure, so that was all the encouragement he needed to keep using her for his own perverse purposes.

And Rarity wasn’t hating it. She didn’t enjoy being used like some common whore, but her body was enjoying the humongous, girthy warmth of his dragoncock shoving deeper and deeper down her, and then there was also the intoxicating stench of Spike’s musky junk being all she could smell… and there was also the primal, sweaty taste of his delectable meat… and also the incredible feeling of being used like some common whore.

No, Rarity wasn’t hating it, she was loving it, and stopped trying to push him away as her hooves delved down between her legs, to rub at the wetness as she openly moaned around her Spikey Wikey.

Eventually, after plenty of animalistic, growl-like grunting, Spike had loosened up her throat. It had no choice but to accommodate the gigantic intruder, but now that he had the chance, furiously, the dragon tore his member out of the tight confines of his mare, leaving only the head in her, and then he rammed it all back down her, cramming her gullet full of fat cock again. And then he did it again. And again.

Brutishly, the beast humped her head like a horny dog would, holding her in place with its huge claws as the helpless mare existed only for his pleasure.

The mare herself, after getting used to the feeling of his big draconic schlong rubbing again and again on her throat, didn’t try stopping him anymore. She much preferred helping him. Rubbing her cunt madly, Rarity tried her best to match his thrusts, and tried bobbing her head up and down his cock as he wailed on her face. As Spike used her for pleasure, she did the same, and any resistance she’d had earlier had long fallen to the bliss of finally having some cock to love.

“Mph! Mm-mmph!” She had no clue how long she was used as a dragon’s plaything, but she didn’t care. Rarity had lost track of how many times she’d cum, and didn’t want to be anywhere else besides here, having his knot hit her lips time and time again as she embraced the pleasure.

But the dragon didn’t want to be doing this forever, he wanted to cum, and he was going to.

Rapidly, even more than before, the creature that was once Spike brutalised her face with his relentless pounding. He felt his orgasm building up inside of him, and had both his claws wrapped around her head as he fucked it happily, knowing exactly where he wanted to empty himself.

The victim of his heightened assault, Rarity could tell he was going to cum, but beyond that, could barely think anything else. Her heated senses were far too overwhelmed to make any coherent thoughts, but she did know that she wanted him to cum, and she wanted it in her.

Hunching over the pony he was using, Spike didn’t care what she wanted. He had his own plans, and just as he was about to erupt, he went through with them.

Proving that he was still Spike, even in the body of this lust-crazed monster, the dragon ripped his cock from Rarity’s throat before it could cum straight into her belly. She was surprised at how disappointed she was, and how much she’d wanted his spunk inside of her, but as his claw gripped around his dragonhood firmly, she realised she was going to get it anyway.

As one claw gripped her hair, Spike’s other began instantly pumping his meat like his life depended on it, and pointing it at Rarity, Spikey exploded all over her face, jerking his cock as he coated her face with massive ropes of sticky, stinky dragon cum, emptying it all onto her.

Lost in the lust of her heat, Rarity wantingly stuck out her tongue as Spike covered her face in huge ropes of cum. This wasn’t just a beast, a beast wouldn’t hold her head in place as it kinkily emptied itself onto her. Spike was still in there, but even if he was no longer in control of himself, he was still getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was to cum all over Rarity’s face.

It took ages, but after he’d finished, and his loads were dripping off of the even whiter mare’s face, he let go, and let her collapse back onto her bed, swallowing the massive globs of his cum that she’d managed to catch and revelling in the flavour.

She was a mess, and he’d made her this way. She was already sweaty by the time he’d barged in, but now she was coated in it, and would be ashamed if it weren’t for everything else, including the pool of her own juices her rump was lying in. And then there was her face… Her hair was ruined and had dragon cum in it, a disastrous mess compared to what it once was. Her fur was ruined and had dragon cum in it, the pungent seed seeping into her fur with each second. And worst of all, her makeup was ruined too, and with how much dragon cum was spread all over her face, it was pouring down, leaving her looking like she’d just had a shower.

On achy limbs trying to get up, Rarity tried wiping some of it off of her face, and though she got some, it wasn’t nearly enough. It let her see though, and the mess of a mare turned expecting to see a satiated dragon.

A satiated dragon wasn’t what she got.

Looming over her, eying up her body even more than he had before she was ruined by him, Spike the dragon wasn’t finished with her, and his throbbing dragoncock was proof enough of that.

And Rarity was terrified.

That one round was more than enough for her, and even if she’d still be in heat tomorrow, she didn’t know if she could take another round with the dragon. “S-S-Spike. Now, now. Y-You’ve gotten what you wanted.” Her eyes didn’t look into his feral, lustful ones, she was staring at his member as she spoke, and even if she didn’t want any more of it, her body did. “I-I’m sorry a-aroused you earlier but w-we could just put tonight behind us, right Spikey?”

She dared looking up to meet his gaze, and it was clear he didn’t want the same thing.

Uh oh. With her body too tired to flee, Rarity watched as two huge claws reached down for her, and wrapped entirely around her midsection, the dragon picking her up with ease as she couldn’t even flail to escape him.

THUD! With a slam so loud Rarity was surprised the floor didn’t break, Spike sat down. She didn’t know what was going to happen next, but didn’t want to as she was lifted above his face, feeling his eyes on her sopping wet flank.

S-Spikey, whatever you’re doing down there, please be caref- “AUGH!” The mare cried out, of course she did, how could she not when she felt his big, wet tongue move between her cheeks, and trace the edge of her ponut without removing the giant gemmed butt-plug still lodged in her? “Ahn! S-Spikey! Careful! GNAH! AUH!”

Spike, even in this state, loved the butt-plug. Whether it was that it was a gem or just Spike’s perverted ways that loved how it look stuffed up her tailhole, he didn’t dare remove it, and feasted upon her backside as Rarity could do nothing to stop him.

“UNGH! AH! SPIKE! NGH!” Eventually, after plenty of tracing it with his tongue, Spike grew tired of toying with her asshole; it was inevitable when he couldn’t slip himself up it. So instead of taking out that magnificent plug from her, he set his sights on her other hole, and shot his tongue forward as he shoved her flank down on his mouth again.

At first, the beast lapped at her pussy, slurping up all Rarity’s juices and indulging in her flavour, but both of them knew he wouldn’t do that for long. Soon, Spike’s hunger for her nectar grew, and as she writhed in pleasure in his claws, he plunged his tongue deep into her marehood and let it wriggle around inside of her, devouring her pussy and continuing to make the heat-ridden mare beg for more.

“RGH! F-FUCK! AHN! S-SWEET CELESTIA! TH-THAT’S INCREDIBLE, SPIKEY! DON’T STOP! GET IT DEEPER IN ME!” It was unlike anything else she’d ever felt, and far better than any toy she had. It was long, thick, and was playing with her cunt as it fucked with her needy hole. She couldn’t get enough of it.

With his claws wrapped around her, Rarity couldn’t tell how many times she came, but she’d sprayed her juices down onto the hungry dragon far more than what would be considered ‘ladylike’.

It was easily the most euphoric experience of her life, and it was being forced on her (or rather, inside of her) by this gigantic, horny lizard. His long, slippery appendage wouldn’t allow her a moment’s rest. It kept moving around, fucking with her insides, hitting every last spot she had and then wriggling over to attack the others.

And she could tell he was enjoying it too. His growls, if feral, sounded greatly pleased with how she tasted, and he was hungrily lapping up all her messy cunt’s juices like it was the most delectable drink in Equestria. And to him, it was.

“AHN! SPIKEY! KEEP GOING! I’M ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN!” A massive orgasm was building up in her, and Spike was rapidly driving her closer to it with every second her devoured her. But, as if Spike had understood what she’d said, soon, he put his all into pleasing her, longing for more of the nectar that came from in between her legs.

Opening his mouth wide, Spike’s teeth dug into Rarity’s plump rump without breaking the skin. He’d placed her in his mouth, not to eat her, but to shove every last bit of his tongue he could inside of her.

And there was so much of it that the fat-assed mare came then and there. “AAAAAHHHHN! SPIKEEEEEYYYYYYYY!” Violently, her orgasm wracked her body and shot out of her, and with the dragon’s mouth wrapped around her lower half, every drop of it was caught in his mouth, him revelling in the taste of his mate’s arousal as he gulped it down.

And then, after the spraying stopped and Rarity rode out her climax, it was over, and she was left with a feeling of emptiness inside of her after Spike withdrew his tongue from her depths, releasing his mouth’s grip on her ass, but not his claws’ grip on her body.

Meanwhile, in his inescapable clutches, the mare panted tiredly. It didn’t feel like her heat was satisfied completely, but it was certainly subdued, and that was enough to make Rarity’s smile blissful as she looked over at his sharp, intimidating face. “I must say, Spikey. That was marvellous! If I’d have known how ravaging your tongue was, I would’ve let you peep on me last heat season!”

He’d truly been that helpful, but spent for the night, Rarity once again noticed his claws wrapped firmly around her middle, under her front legs but above her crotchboobs.

“Alright, Spikey, you can put me down now,” She looked back at him, and he didn’t seem to be listening to her. “S-Spik- Ah!”

He did move her, but instead of putting her back in her bed, she moved down, in front of his belly. Confused, the mare looked at his head towering above, and saw it looking at something under her.

What is he-? Before she followed his gaze, she felt something, something BIG. Being where he was looking, it was hot, it was in between Spike’s own legs, and it felt HUGE.

Rarity leant over his claws to confirm her fears, but soon regretted it. His humongous dragon-cock, that same one that’d destroyed her throat with its colossal girth, was lined up with her pussy’s entrance, the wet, puffy lips only inches away from him shoving himself into her.

N-No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Her body was incredibly excited. Finally, having a cock inside her, especially such a massive one, was sure to satisfy her urges. Meanwhile though, even through the heat, her brain was able to think rationally about how… TH-THAT THING WOULD SPLIT ME INTO TWO!

It certainly looked like it would, its size terrifying, but no matter how much Rarity wanted it in her, she wanted it not in her much more.

Her hooves tried prying his claws off of her desperately, but when that didn’t work, she started begging. “N-Now, Spikey, i-it’s too big for me! Surely you c-could… umm… go and find some nice dragoness or something for you to lay down with! J-Just not me!”

He didn’t care, and began lowering her down onto him. He was going to fuck the mare he wanted as his mate, and nothing would stop him.

“Spike! Don’t! I-It’s too- NGAAAAAAHHHHH!” Mercilessly, he pushed her body down onto his beastly draconic cock, and easily was able to cram his way into her body with all the lube she was providing him. “AAHHH! SPIKE! PULL IT OUT! IT’S TOO BIG! IT’S GOING TO BREAK ME!” It would, but not in the way she thought.

For just his head, which was all he’d forced into her so far, her cunt’s lips had to be stretched farther than they ever had before. His girth was near-impossible to take into her mouth earlier, so to take it into her marehood? She was clenching down on him stretching her body to ridiculous limits, but that didn’t stop him. The horny dragon didn’t seem to mind actually, instead, Spike just ended up wanting more of the snug pussy he was barely able to fit into.

“SPIKE! AH! IT’S NOT GOING TO FIT! YOU CAN’T- AGH!” But he could, and he would. Lowering her further onto him and sticking more of his dragon-sized dick up her hole, Spike didn’t care about her pleas. She could beg all she wanted, he was finally able to feel her hot, wet pussy walls wrapped around his cock, and that was more than enough to make the Spike underneath all that dragon want more of her.

Further onto him she went, and more and more she continued to cry out from being taken by his humongous dragoncock. She could hardly believe it, only earlier today she’d been foalsitting her little Spikey Wikey and was worried he’d notice she was in heat. She couldn’t have seen this coming. She’d only been relieving herself with her favourite dildo again, how was Rarity supposed to know that soon she’d be being used by a huge, horny dragon like some toy; a cocksleeve for him to wrap around his member and use for his own animalistic pleasure.

Getting as much of his meat into her as possible, the dragon born from Spike’s lust hit her womb, but that didn’t mean he was stopping just yet.

Meanwhile, Rarity ceased her screaming for a moment. It was just too much to take in, literally. With the massive bump on her belly, she’d never felt this full in her life, and nothing she’d ever stuffed up her cunt before had been nearly this gigantic, or girthy, or hot, or filling…

As uncomfortable a feeling it was, it did have its perks, and even if Rarity felt like her entire body was being wrapped around his dragoncock, it was certainly scratching an itch that she’d thought only a pounding from a stallion could give her. Th-There’s so much of it… Spikey has so much cock… As he lifted her off of him again, dragging his oversized girth against her walls and forcing her body to satisfy his hunger, Rarity’s face was that of a slut, and the rest of her looked just as whorish.

When the dragon lifted up his toy, with only his tip forcing her hole wide open, the mare was long broken. Across her face, the delirious expression of a mare fucked silly was unmissable, and luckily for her, the fun had just begun.

‘Spikey’ didn’t bother waiting after dragging her off of him, and it was mere seconds before he held his fucktoy tight and-

SLAM!

“GNAAAAAAHHHH!” Throatily, an ugly cry of sexual ecstasy burst out of her, and wetly, her lips smashed into his knot all at once. With no thought for the safety of his crush turned fucktoy, Spike rammed inch after inch after fleshy, girthy inch deep up her, forcing her body to limits it never should have reached again, and the mare LOVED IT!

She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think, and Rarity could hardly feel anything besides the huge claws around her and the harsh, savage euphoria being brutally forced onto her, but she didn’t need anything else. Her heat had been driving her insane, and if she’d known being the cumrag of an indulgent, horny beast felt this good, then she’d have brought the small dragon into her bedroom long ago and have let him do whatever he wanted to her!

With her every need being satiated, it didn’t take long for Rarity to fall in love with the dragon and his oversized dragoncock. “AAAAHHHNN! YES! FUCK THAT USELESS PLASTIC TOY! I DON’T NEED IT! SPIKEY! PLEASE! DON’T STOP! USE ME LIKE I’M YOUR SLUTTY DRAGONESS!”

Almost as if he understood her, he did. As his huge hips pulled down, his claws slid his tight pony off of him, and then, the fucking began.

Ramming her down again, like only a horny beast could, he thrust up into her, but didn’t wait to do it all over again. As soon as her widened pussy lips hit his knot again, he ripped himself out just so he could barge back into her. And then he did it again. And again.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Each one made her belly bulge, and on each laboured, desperate thrust into her snug insides, moans of orgasmic glee blasted out of the mare. Her insides weren’t getting fucked, they were getting fucked, and this wasn’t over until he decided it was.

But… Spike wasn’t satisfied, not yet. He couldn’t cum like this, he couldn’t make this mare his like this, not in this position, so instinctively, he chose to change that.

Whereas only seconds ago he’d been joyously pumping her up and down his cock like a toy, suddenly, the dragon stopped, and he wasn’t the only one disappointed by it. “Ngh! Uhn. S-Spikey? What are you do- Wah!”

Carelessly, Rarity was tossed around.

After getting her off from around his meat, her new master couldn’t wait to get back inside of her, so after she was thrown to the floor and treated like the object she’d been reduced to, it took moments before he descended on the fat-assed, fuckable and helpless mare.

“GUH! S-Spikey? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” It was a pathetic sight, really. After his claw came down and crashed into her back, pinning her to the floor, all Rarity could think about was what lied between his humongous, scaled legs, meanwhile, her unfilled fuckhole leaked her need all over her own floor, desperate for more dragon.

But fortunately for them both, he was going to give it to her.

The giant claw holding her in place picked her up, and as he held her, his entire body loomed over hers, the beast looming over her on three legs. It was like if a stallion was mounting a mare, only if that mare was tiny and that stallion was going to use her senseless.

“Yes, Spikey! Do it! Shove your dragonhood into me more! I’m yours!” He angled her flank upwards, ready to take his cock, and though it shouldn’t fit, he was prepared to make it all fit in, no matter how long it took. Eagerly, the dragon placed his tip at her sopping, sloppy horse-cunt, and ready to feel her insides squeezing down on him again, his hips reared back and forced himself into her. “NGUUGGGHHH! YES SPIKEY! FUCK ME!”

No stallion could ever do this to her, and that was fine. She had a dragon to take care of her now.

Like a sex-crazed beast, ‘Spikey’ began fucking her, again. Instead of earlier, where he pumped her plump body on his cock like some living, breathing, moaning masturbator, now he could hump down into her, and could go as fast and hard as his lust demanded as he mashed their parts together, his full testes swinging wildly like heavy, musky, sweaty pendulums.

It was a miracle the floor wasn’t breaking with the strength of his manic, self-serving thrusts, but Rarity wasn’t complaining. She wasn’t begging for more though either. Now that she got to truly feel what it was like to become the fucktoy of a mindless monster, and had came more times than she could count, the previously heated unicorn was left a drooling mess who couldn’t conjure a single coherent thought.

And soon, as her body was lurched back and forth by his hungry hips, Rarity was going to be made even happier.

After fucking her, using her, and ruining the usually pristine pony for so long, turning her into the depraved mess she was now, ‘Spikey’ was ready to cum. He was ready to breed her, to fill her with his seed and pack her womb full in the desperate hopes that it’d satisfy his carnal need for the mare.

His hips pounded away at her faster, and each time they bashed forward, it seemed like he was trying to drive his cock deeper into her than it already went, but eventually, after turning her brain to mush and ruining horsecock for her forever, the dragon ploughed his deadly dragoncock into her one last time, and despite it being far too big for her, was determined to make every last inch fit inside of her.

Rarity, in a pool of her own saliva and cum, needed it to fit. She doubted it would, but didn’t care. She wanted more, and she wanted this feral version of Spike to cum in her just as much.

And then, it happened.

As he growled and pulled her into his crotch with both claws, Rarity’s sopping pussy was made to stretch around the biggest knot this side of Equestria, and after what must’ve been an eternity of growling, grunting and moaning, finally, after so much effort, the thing that used to be Spike fit his knot in Rarity, and let himself erupt inside of her.

”RAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!” A furious roar bellowed from the beast alongside a wave of fire as his knot hilted in the mare, and with her thoroughly knotted and filled, buckets upon buckets of white unloaded into her.

A huge bump already bloated Rarity’s belly, but as torrents of fresh spunk filled her womb, her cavern, and were allowed no escape from the colossal knot blocking the exit, the mare’s belly grew, and only got bigger and bigger as it kept coming and coming.

The unicorn herself, she was in a state of ecstasy, gleefully accepting his thick, fertile gift as his balls pumped it into her. And the dragon, he was feeling the exact same, never before having experienced anything close to getting to fill the mare it desired most full of its cum.

So happily, the two remained connected, and Rarity revelled in it all as her belly got bigger and bigger in his claws.

She was white inside and out now, and even when the unending waves of dragon-goo stopped, they remained connected for a long time after their very one-sided rutting session.

When the orgasm of all orgasms crashed down on Rarity, that was when things started to get a little hazy. She distinctly remembered the euphoria of cumming harder than she ever had before, alongside getting bloated like a balloon still in that dragon’s grasp, but her memory started to forget after that. There was a vague memory of Spike eventually pulling himself out and dropping her, making cum flood out her hole and leaving her to rest in the pool of it, and she also recalled seeing him start to slowly shrink after that, but soon, sleep overcame Rarity, and she let it take her, needing the rest.

When she eventually woke, she was greeted by a familiar tiny dragon assistant, one with no regrets and a new addiction to her body.

Today was the day after that night, and here, in the present, Rarity was lying on her front on the clean bed of her newly cleaned room. She looked like she hadn’t even been a dragon’s plaything yesterday, but she was good at fixing her appearance (scrubbing litres of cum out of her fur was another matter entirely though).

Either way, now, she lies on her bed, and with a pleased smile on her face, she opened the letter in front of her, beginning to read it out loud.

“Ahem. ‘Hey Rarity!

I’m so sorry but could you please take care of Spike a little longer. Some th-things have c-come up in Canterlot and Celestia is-’ Ngh! ‘Sh-She is required to have me stay here for longer.

I’m r-really sorry to make you do this and I hope you don’t mind looking- Ahhn! a-after the little guy for a little l-longer, because unfortunately my hooves are tied.

Sorry, your friend… Twilight.”

Craning her head back, Rarity looked behind her to spot her favourite little friend, him currently face-deep in the crack of her fat asscheeks. “Grgh! Well what do you think, Spikey? Do you think you can handle staying here with ne for the time being?”

With both his claws dug into the chubby flesh of her behind, sinking into where her cutie marks were, the dragon barely heard her. Why? Because he was currently trying to get his head further into her sweaty, musty crack, anything to stick his long draconic tongue further up the delicious ponut it found itself in. As it turned out though, he did hear her, and one of his claws lifted to give her an enthusiastic thumbs up before returning to gripping her flank.

“Mm! Good!” Suddenly, his entire body was bathed in a blue magic, and he was lifted into the air behind her with his tiny penis throbbing desperately before him. With him there, Rarity rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him, showing off all of what she was offering up to him: everything. “Well then, Spikey. If you’re going to stay here any longer, I think you should be able to pull your own weight in this house, don’t you? If only you were a little… bigger.”

It was a taunt, one meant to entice him, and he was defenceless to it, defenceless to his lust and to the mare that reeked of pleasure. So Rarity watched in glee as he grew for her, and kept growing and growing and growing until her magic wore off and a familiar gigantic dragoncock was placed right in front of her face.

Perfect. She licked her lips, and let him pounce on her once again.

Author's Note

Holy shit, it’s been ages since I started this fic and I finally got around to finishing it. I’m not writing an insane amount at the moment. I am working a little bit on my Brainwashed Bunny story on ao3 though, so that’s something.

I’m quite tempted to make a different story of Spike still having fun with a mare whilst still being tiny, but don’t know. Who knows? Maybe one day, but probably… knot!

Anyway, like usual, if you see any mistakes, put them in the comments, and I hope you enjoyed!