Seated at a table outside Sugarcube corner, Rarity tried and failed not to stare at Spike. She’d known the little dragon for years, ever since he’d moved to Ponyville with Twilight, and this wasn’t the first time she’d enjoyed a meal with him - unfortunately for her, given his particular choice in breakfast fare, it was impossible for her to take her eyes off him. With a freshly glazed donut held up to his face, he ran his long, forked tongue around the ring of glistening fried dough and through the opening at its center.
Nopony in their right mind would have given Spike a second glance, simply realizing the little reptile was enjoying a confection, but Rarity wasn’t quite in her right mind. In the throes of estrus, having endured day after day of an aching, needy marehood, she’d been pushed to the limits of what she could endure. She’d attempted to scratch her lecherous itch with her a forehoof, her magic, and even her favorite sex-toy, an immaculately molded length of stallionhood she’d named Sir Big’un, yet nothing had been able to sate her carnal cravings.
As sad as it was to admit, she knew that the only way she’d get any sweet relief would be to feel the touch of another, but therein lay a problem. While many mares would be open to a one-night stand, picking up a stallion for an evening of wild, passionate love, she held herself to a higher standard - at least she usually did. Perhaps it was due to her inexplicably strong heat, or maybe it was because it had been ages since she’d done something amorous with anypony other than herself - regardless of the exact reasons why, she found herself extremely tempted to do something scandalous with her pint-sized, purple, pal.
While she hadn’t given too much thought to fooling around him, concerned that a tryst may jeopardize their friendship, desperate times called for desperate measures. Spike was trustworthy, legal, and single, making him the perfect candidate to sate her, although involving him with any sort of bawdy business could and in all likelihood would magnify his thirst to be with her - if only in a friends with benefits fashion. Weighing her options, she stiffened when she heard him moan.
“They’re sho good when they’re fresh,” Spike groaned, tonguing the donut with almost fetishistic glee.
She stiffened and gnawed her bottom lip, imagining what he could do - would do if he put his oral skills to another endeavor. It was no mystery that he was smitten with her, having fawned over her for years on end, yet this was the first time she’d considered taking her friendship with him to the next level. Sensing the bench under her growing damp, she fidgeted in place. Buck it - she may regret what she was about to do, but it was worth the risk.
“Ahem -” she coughed, drawing his attention over to her. “Spike, by chance, would you be willing to help me with a special project this morning?”
Lowering the donut, he gazed up at her in open awe. “I wouldn’t mind a bit, Rarity! What kind of project is it?”
“It’s - um - well, you see…” she faltered, fumbling over her words while she tried to concoct a reasonably believable explanation. “It’s a bit of a secret, if I’m being honest. Once you’re finished with your breakfast, we can -”
“Say no more!” he chirped, hopping down from his seat while tossing the confection into his fanged maw. “Lead the way!”
Easing herself to the ground, she turned in the direction of the Carousel Boutique. “Given the - uh - furtive nature of this endeavor, I’d rather discuss it in private. Are you sure Twilight won’t mind if I borrow you for a bit?”
“Please,” he laughed, dismissively waving a clawed hand as he tottered up beside her. “First of all, Twilight would want me to help you out - secondly, I’m basically grown! It’s not like I need her looking after me all the time.”
“R…right,” she sputtered, leading the way and trotting to the street.
Getting him to follow her was the easy part, but a lot would hinge on what came next. As she strolled along at a languid pace, consciously keeping her tail from flagging, her thoughts raced. It wouldn’t be right to simply bend over and let Spike rail her silly, but that didn’t mean she was out of options. Seeing as how he’d likely be elated to doing anything even remotely lewd with her, and that she’d always had a penchant for anal, the most obvious and mutually beneficial solution would be to give him a second donut to savor.
Only slowing to greet or briefly chat with a hoofful of ponies they passed, they made their way to the boutique within minutes. Halting at the shop’s entrance, she ignited her horn, plucked the key from within her saddle bag, and unlocked the front door. She hadn’t even planned on running into Spike that morning, only stopping to talk with him when she ran into him at Sugarcube Corner, yet she was on the cusp of asking him for a very big, very awkward favor.
She nodded to the back and closed the door behind him. “It’s in my workshop.”
“Gosh - this must be super important,” he remarked, marching past the mannequins and racks lining the center aisle of her shop.
Cantering past him, praying she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake, she dashed through the curtain and into her studio. “Something like that!”
It was her experience that the direct approach was often the best, yet that didn’t help her with the ignominious act she was about to put on. Knowing she only had a few seconds until she joined him, she rushed to her drafting table, placed her forehooves on the wooden surface, and angled her rear at the doorway. Letting him get a nice view of her tush would probably give him an idea of what she was wanting, but that wasn’t enough - no, she wasn’t going to leave any room for doubt.
She arched her back, flicked her tail to the side, and held her breath as she waited for him to appear. The blink of an eye stretched on for what felt like an eternity, before he stepped inside the dimly lit area, looked around, and ultimately spotted her. His eyes shot wide, his jaw nearly hit the floor, and she could swear she saw the imprint of his heart trying to pound out of his chest, while he stared longingly at her immaculately presented backside.
Spike stood with mouth agape, his heart threatening to seize within his bosom, as he gazed upon Rarity’s rump. He’d seen a lot of things over the years, from horrible villains to wonders that defied explanation, yet nothing could hold a candle to the sight before him. The snow-white fur covering her frame contrasted sharply to the dark, hairless flesh of her succulent pucker and plump, drooling marehood.
Though he’d shamefully admit to slipping glances at her naughty bits when she wasn’t looking or while they were out on adventures, he never could have imagined he’d be granted such a perfect view of her ass. Without so much as thinking, he took a timid step forward, followed by a second and a third, until he was slowly drifting closer to her. He still couldn’t be sure if he was dreaming or not, possibly having taken a tumble and hit his head after leaving Sugarcube Corner, but his instincts told him this was real.
“Like what you see?” a lilting voice inquired, shattering his trance-like state.
Shaking his head and tearing his eyes off her hindquarters, he shifted his attention up to Rarity’s face. She peeked over her shoulder at him, wryly smiling as her horn went alight. He went to say something - anything to excuse his behavior, since he’d been caught with his metaphorical claws in the cookie jar, yet he stopped when her aura surrounded her rear.
His eyes wandered down her back and to her tush before they nearly leapt from his skull. Getting an unfettered look at her goods would have been enough to let him die happy, but apparently that hadn’t been enough for her. Sorcerously prizing her buns apart, she invitingly swayed her hips from side to side. If she wasn’t trying to kill him, she sure as heck had something dubiously sinful in mind.
Ending her debaucherous display as quickly as it had begun, she wheeled around and flung herself upon him. “Oh Spikey Wikey!” she lamented, crushing his face to her bosom. “You’re the only one who can help me?”
He drew in her delicate scent and shuddered, keenly aware of his tool slipping from its internal confines. “W…wha?”
“I’m in heat, Darling - the most dreadful, awful heat imaginable!” she continued, throwing herself back while holding a forehoof to her head. “You just don’t understand how terrible this is!”
“I…” he trailed off, his brain struggling to process everything that was happening.
He may have been young, but he was no fool. He’d heard about estrus cycles from Twilight, periods of time when mares went into season for breeding, so it only made sense that Rarity had come to him in such a moment of weakness. As understanding dawned on him, his muzzle was split with a grin. This really was a dream come true - that or he’d met an untimely demise and was now in heaven.
“What can I do to help?” he countered, doing his best to sound stern.
“You remember that donut you were positively ravaging earlier?” she murmured, tuning away from him. “There’s no tactful way for me to say this ~ but would you like to feast upon another?”
She leaned forward, pressed her chest to the floor, and lifted her waist. He was a bit shocked that she’d be so forward, and just as stunned that she wanted him to go for her backdoor, but that wasn’t going to stop him from obliging her - heck, if he was being honest, he’d always wanted to jam his face into a mare’s big, soft backside. With his mouth starting to water, he inched closer to her.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he quietly noted, drawing his hands up her thighs and to her flanks.
He felt like a hatching on Hearth’s Warming morning, practically giddy with the present he’d been delivered - still, he forced himself to slow down and savor the moment. Leaning forward, he brought his nose to her loins and took a deep breath through his nose. The earthy aroma wafting from her ass mingled with the wild, almost bestial bouquet radiating from her marehood, fanning the fires of his passion and chipping away at his composure.
Craning his neck and standing on his tiptoes, he gave her pucker a small, introductory kiss. The sensation of her silken ring against his lips was exquisite, as good as - no, better than he could have hoped. Her backdoor winked at his touch, flexing and clenching upon itself, as his tongue circled it. Yeah, this was definitely real.
What began as a little peck grew more heated as the seconds dragged on, his self-control crumbling like a sand castle against an oncoming tide. His hands kneaded and caressed her tush, he inhaled her rich, intoxicating musk with every breath, and her rear grew slick with his saliva, until he reached the breaking point. While a peck may have been a decent way to start things, a deeper, much more passionate kiss was all but required.
He closed his eyes and pressed his snout against her, driving his tongue past his lips and into her depths. The sensation of her shivering against him set his nerves alight, yet that was only one amazing facet of her reaction. As her stifled, throaty groan split the air, spurring him on like nothing ever had, he hotly made out with her ass.
Rarity’s eyelids fluttered, her legs trembled, and her breath hitched in her throat. Sweet, merciful Celestia, this was so much better than she would have hoped it would be. His tongue was nearly as long as his arm and, while not nearly as girthy as a stallionhood, its prehensile nature tickled her interior in a way nothing and nopony ever had. Pressing a forehoof to her snout to quiet herself, a bit embarrassed that she’d let such an unbecoming noise slip, she broadened her stance and lowered her hips for him.
She’d worried that the anal-only experience may not give her what she needed, but her fears were proven unwarranted in a matter of seconds. Between his grasping fingers, incredibly skillful tongue, and his hot breath washing over her nethers, she was instantly convinced she’d made the right decision to ask for his assistance. Resting her cheek on a foreleg, making herself as comfortable as possible, she relished his loving ministrations.
He was an absolute machine, eating her ass like it was the last meal of his life, and he only grew more fervent as the minutes gradually passed. Slowly but surely, sensing a familiar warmth blossom deep within her abdomen, she shakily exhaled. There was no way he wasn’t going to cause her to climax, yet she couldn’t stop herself from making the moment slightly more enjoyable.
Wriggling a foreleg under her chest, she peeked back at her groin. She’d had every intention of rubbing her marehood and using her magic to tweak her teats, yet she stopped dead when she spotted what he was doing. With one claw on her derriere and his face entombed between her cheeks, he had one arm lowered and was furiously jacking himself off. While the development shouldn’t have been shocking in the slightest, she was stricken with a pang of guilt.
“S…Spike,” she croaked.
He immediately withdrew, leaned to the side, and peeked up at her. “Yeah? I…is something wrong?”
She shook her head and bashfully smiled back at him. “Not at all - in fact, you’re doing a marvelous job! It’s just that - well, would you like me to repay the favor?”
Following her gaze, he looked down at his package. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain. What did you -”
“Lay down on your back,” she blurted, straightening up and nearly knocking him off his feet.
He flung himself to the floor and slid between her hind legs without hesitation. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she had in mind for him, so he wasted no time getting into position. Gazing up at her crotch, he watched her step forward, bring her hindquarters squarely over his head, and begin to squat down.
“Just start slapping my flank if it gets too intense,” she hastily remarked.
If there was one fantasy he’d had more than any other, it was this - having Rarity park her succulent ass squarely on his face. Pinned beneath her, with his muzzle practically sheathed in her backdoor, he flew into a frenzy. Even though he could hardly breathe, he wasn’t the least bit worried; if this was how he was going to meet his maker, he’d do so without regret.
Looking down her chest and to his goods, Rarity encircled Spike’s dick with her magic. A sorcerous hoof-job was the least she could do for him, considering he was so eager to please her. She wiggled her tush against him and stroked his length, contentedly sighing as she skyrocketed toward release.
Within a matter of moments, pre-cum oozed from his shaft. There was something richly rewarding knowing that he was having as much fun as she was, elevating her bliss all the more. Tightening her magical grasp on him, milking him for all her worth, she rolled her hips forward and back in an attempt to get him deeper. His rim job was phenomenal, hooves down the best she’d ever had, yet her wanton desires demanded more.
Unable to move anything above his shoulders, Spike felt like he may go mad with lust. The way she ground herself against him, her sighs and whimpers of delight, and how her backside literally and figuratively eclipsed his view of the world - they were all simply perfect. Sensing her desire, the way she desperately rubbed herself on him, he filled his lungs, steeled himself, and plunged his snout into her.
“S…Spike!” she bleated, her pucker seizing around his snout.
With her cheeks acting like a pair of heavenly earmuffs, he could barely hear that she’d said anything at all - on top of that, even if he had been able to make out what she’d said, he’d slipped past the threshold of what he could endure. She’d been brave enough to ask him to serve her, go give her some relief, and there wasn’t a thing in the world that could stop him now. He hummed into her depths and lavished her interior, coating her insides with a thick layer of saliva, while his hands crept up and to her lower abdomen.
The additional stimulation pushed her to the brink, leaving her teetering on the edge of a climax, but it was his claws that did her in. No sooner did his taloned digits pinch and twist her nipples, having found their way up to her teats, then she threw her head back and howled in bliss. A deluge of nectar gushed from her marehood, bathing him in her essence, as she was wracked with ecstasy.
Spike had been close, closer than he’d care to admit to cumming, and the sensation of her sweltering juices baptizing him was the final nail in his coffin. The lack of oxygen, bringing his age-old crush to an orgasm, and being jacked-off wrought rapturous havoc upon him. He fitfully bucked his hips while his cock shot rope after steaming rope of seed onto himself, Rarity, and the floor beneath him.
Panting and wheezing, slick with sweat, Rarity heaved air into her chest. By the stars, she hadn’t had a climax that intense since - well, she didn’t think she’d ever had a climax so intense before! Feeling him frantically patting her thigh, reminded that he was bearing the full brunt of her weight, she unsteadily rose and unsheathed him from her rump.
“A…are - Cough - are you alright, Darling?” she wearily asked, turning to look down at him.
He stared up at the ceiling, panting and gasping for breath, as he gave her a shaky thumbs up. “N…never better…”
“Well that’s reassuring,” she sighed, offering him a hoof. “Come now, let's get you cleaned up.”
Pulling him to his feet, she shifted towards her employees bathroom. She felt certain that he’d enthusiastically offer his services to her in the future, but she was stricken with another idea. Given how remarkable his oral skills were, and that he apparently had a penchant for pastel pony posteriors, he might be of some use for another pony - one whose tireless work ethic and hard days of manual labor was in just as, if not more need of some relief…
“Are you - uh - are you sure you don’t want me to shower up first?” Applejack inquired, her face glowing crimson as she rubbed the back of her neck.
Dismissively waving a clawed hand, Spike proudly smiled. “It’s fine, Applejack!”
“Who the hay cares?” Dash groaned, rolling her eyes from atop a nearby hay bale. “He’s said it’s fine at least five times now!”
“Six,” Rarity corrected, glancing out the cracked barn door and at the nearby homestead. “You’re sure nopony will accidentally stumble in on us?”
“Naw,” Applejack replied. “Granny Smith, Big Mac, and Bloom went out to Manehattan for the weekend to visit family, so the chances of somepony making an unwanted entrance is slim and none.” Trotting to an empty, overturned apple crate, she placed her forehooves onto the sturdy wooden box and flagged her tail.
Peering over at Applejack’s rump, Spike licked his chops. To say he’d been surprised when Rarity had invited him to her boutique for some sinful attention would have been an understatement, yet the revelation that the demure unicorn had boasted about his oral skills to two of their mutual friends had left him gobsmacked. He’d presumed she would keep their little tryst a well-guarded secret, but that hadn’t been the case.
At some point or another, though he couldn’t say exactly when, Rarity had bragged about him to Applejack - who in turn mentioned it to Rainbow Dash. The earth pony and pegasus respectively had apparently been so interested in the couture’s tale that they both wanted a piece of what he had to offer! Though he’d been dumbfounded when the trio asked him for a repeat performance, he’d quickly and quite enthusiastically steeled his resolve and agreed to oblige them.
Spreading her legs ever so slightly, Applejack peeked back at him. “You likin’ the view, Sugarcube?”
With his eyes never straying from her rear, he numbly nodded and walked toward her. Even in the dim light of the barn, her hide glistened in sweat. She’d said several times that she’d toiled particularly hard that day, pulling the extra weight since Mac and Bloom were away, but that didn’t deter him - if anything, getting to experience her au naturale got him even more aroused than he would have naturally been.
As he drew closer to her, the powerful aroma from her unwashed body crept to her nose. Despite having labored since sunup, she smelled good - really good. The strong scent wafting to his nose was what a hard-working mare was supposed to smell like, but the sight of her was no less appealing. Coming within arm’s reach, he extended a hand and gently caressed her well-toned flank.
“D…don’t be shy now,” Applejack sputtered as her tail anxiously flicked to the side.
He set his sights on the cleft of her ass and the wonders that lurked therein. Unlike her brightly colored hide, her pucker and plump, winking marish were a dark amber. Though he could have relished the sight of her for ages, seeing the glimmering trail of nectar creeping down her inner thigh reminded him of why he was there. Sidling over and directly behind her, he threw his arms wide, clutched her tush, and drove his muzzle between her cheeks.
While it may have been a bit bombastic for him to kick things off in such a theatrical fashion, he couldn’t help himself. He could have died a happy dragon after eating Rarity’s ass, but being asked to service not one but two of his other friends in such a erotic way had him feeling like he was on top of the world. Simply making an amorous name for himself would have been more than enough to convince him to visit Sweet Apple Acres, but he was going to get much, much more than that.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of magic, he reflexively bucked his hips when a warm, otherworldly sensation clutched his growing length. Getting a sorcerous handjob was the icing on the cake, even if he hadn’t been expecting it. His tongue shot out and ran around her velvety rim, giving him his first delectable taste of her backside.
“Oh buck,” she cursed, throwing her hips back.
Nearly set off balance, he secured his grip on her and groaned. Being with a mare was fantastic, but being with an enthused mare elevated the experience. Applejack’s taste and her fragrance were just like the rest of her, powerful and almost domineering, and she seemed to be enjoying herself just as he was.
Hanging her head, doing her darndest to hold still, Applejack panted in the cool air. She wasn’t in heat, nor was she typically one to bend the knee to lecherous compulsions, but hearing Rarity’s story about Spike had stirred something within her. As his forked tongue circled her taut backdoor, she raised her waist slightly.
“Applejack, you should see yourself,” Dash guffawed, shaking her from her reverie.
Glowering over at the pegasus, she scrunched her snout. “L…like you’d be doin’ any better!”
It had been hard enough to work up the nerve to ask Rarity if Spike may be interested in lending a bit of intimate assistance, but she wasn’t about to let that or Dash’s presence ruin her good time. The only reason the cocky flier was there was because the farm was practically abandoned for the weekend and, since their draconic helper was available, they’d be able to kill two birds with one stone. Holding herself steady, feeling her marehood leaking uncontrollably to the floor, she softly moaned.
Spike couldn’t have been happier. The arcane energy stroking him off was pleasant, Applejack’s ass was fantastic, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Rarity got in on the action after he’d satisfied her two friends. Slipping his hands between her widely parted thighs, he fondled her breasts and played with her rock-hard nipples
She sharply inhaled and stiffed, causing his heart to flutter. He’d always assumed that getting a mare off would be a magical experience, but his imagination hadn’t done it justice. For most of his life, he’d felt small and insignificant - now with not one or two but three mares seeking him out for a very erotic purpose, he felt like an absolute king!
Humping into Rarity’s magic at a leisurely pace, he probed Applejack’s depths. She was much, much tighter than the well-spoken seamstress, to the point where he wouldn’t be surprised to hear that it was her first time doing any backdoor adventures, but that was far from a bad thing. Grasping one teat in each hand, with his snout pressed firmly to her musky entrance, he attempted to milk her.
Having her rump eaten could have gotten her off in and of itself, but the ignominy and wondrous sensation of having her sensitive bosoms played with in such a scandalous way sent Applejack sailing to the edge. She rarely got herself off, being too focused on her family or exhausted from her work to think much about her carnal needs, so the gratuitous amounts of shameless stimulation was more than she could bear. Sucking through her teeth, she twisted her head to peer back at him.
“S…slow down,” she bleated, “or e…else Ah’m gonna -”
“Gonna what,” Dash cooed, flitting over to her side. “Gonna cum already? I kinda figured you’d be riding a hair trigger, but I didn’t think -”
Balancing on three legs, she swatted at the pesky pegasus. “S…shut it, Dash!”
As a sinister smirk split Dash’s muzzle, she turned toward Spike. “Hey, Spike, if you start playing with her clit, I bet -”
“Don’t!” Applejack squawked, but it was too late.
Giving the pair a brief thumbs up, Spike brought one hand to her nethers. He hadn’t needed to play with Rarity’s marehood in the Carousel Boutique, making her cum purely by rimming her, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t wanted to. Caressing Applejack’s clit between two fingers, stroking the sensitive bud of flesh, he was instantly rewarded with a blissful howl.
He’d had no way of knowing the sturdy, relatively impassive earth pony had been as close as she was to her limit, so the sudden spray of orgasmic juices caught him unawares. Pulling back and knitting his brow, subconsciously rubbing her marehood all the while, he watched as she trembled like a leaf in autumn. As proud as he was with the sudden development, he wasn’t able to cherish the moment.
“Alright!” Dash whooped, cantering behind him. “Now that you have her taken care of, you can have some real fun!”
Turning around to face the Wonderbolt, he was met with an incredible sight. While Applejack had been slightly reserved, asking him multiple times if he really wanted to help her ease some stress, Dash was as bold as ever. With her chest pressed to the floor, hind legs braced, and ass held high, she brazenly presented herself to him.
He paused for a fleeting second, looked over his shoulder at Applejack’s face, and sighed. It seemed like a dragon’s work was never done - not that he was going to complain. As he drifted closer to her hindquarters, drinking in the view of her goods and breathing in her essence, the corners of his lips turned up.
If somepony had told him he’d end up as a scaled gigolo for a trio of mares, he would have laughed in their face and called them a loon, but that’s precisely what had ended up happening. Not only was he about to have his first taste of pony ass in less than a week, but it was with a third member of the Elements of Harmony! Regardless of whether or not his circumstances were a joke by Discord or simply good luck, he was immeasurably thankful for the opportunity.
“Better than Applejack’s, isn’t it?” Dash giggled, peeking back at him while she swayed her hips from side to side.
It would have been impossible for him to pick who had the better backside between Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Both mares were fit as proverbial fiddles, healthy and in their prime, though there were some distinct differences between them. The earth pony was slightly larger and more physically robust, her glutes being like a pair of yielding boulders, while the pegasus’ posterior was slightly slimmer and more sporty - a heavy duty wagon compared to a speed cart. They were both attractive in their own right, yet neither could hold a candle to a very particular mare.
Glancing over to Rarity, he smiled. If she’d said the word, he would have gleefully dropped everything he was doing to tend to her every need, abandoning both Applejack and Dash at the drop of a hat, but she seemed content enough to spectate for the time being. Fending off the notion to blow her a kiss, he turned his attention back to the wanton pegasus.
Kissing his way up her thigh and into the crack of her ass, past her slavering marehood, he pecked her pucker and readied himself - that was before an insidious notion crept into his thoughts. Considering Dash had bullied Applejack minutes prior, laughing at the poor earth pony for spontaneously climaxing, perhaps she was due for a bit of lighthearted retribution. He moved his hands silently, bringing one to just beneath her breasts and the other over her marehood, before he executed his hastily laid scheme.
His onslaught was merciless, twisting one of her nipples, teasing her clit, and driving every long, sinuous inch of his tongue into the pegasus, and it paid off in a flash. She gasped out as her backdoor clenched violently, but that was hardly enough to stop him - on the contrary, it inspired him to double down. Dash was a cherished friend, a skillful aeronaut, and one of the most loyal ponies he’d ever met, but she was stubborn and tended to only learn lessons the hard way.
She rolled her hips back and whimpered, giving him all the motivation he needed to continue. Her flavor and scent were slightly different from Applejacks, having an exotic tang, yet neither were unpleasant in the slightest. With his lips pressed to her pucker, he started tongue fucking her. Rarity may not have known it, but he’d spent a great deal of time reading up on techniques to pleasure a mare since their affair.
Mewling out, sounding more effeminate than he’d ever heard her, Dash humped against his face. “O…oh yeah, really - Mmmph - get in there!”
He obliged without question, forcing his snout into her hole. If this was her first time having somepony play with her ass, he was a monkey’s uncle. The way she pushed back against him, paired with her unabashed actions, led him to believe she was quite the anal aficionado. Giving her what she wanted with a glaring lack of finesse, he cut loose.
What he lacked in size he made up for in raw zeal, feasting on her booty like a seasoned veteran. The sorcerous hold on his turgid length tightened, yet he didn’t slow. Though he knew he wouldn’t be able to last forever, feeling the telltale signs of his inevitable release getting stronger with every passing second, he wanted - hoped he’d be able to make Dash cum before he ended up blowing his load. While he ravished the pegasus’ rear, gradually losing himself to his hedonistic thoughts, he was unaware of the sound of stirring behind him.
“Ah - Cough - Ah won’t done with him yet, Dash!” Applejack loudly protested.
Pulling back just enough to glance back, Spike only had a split second to see a muscular, orange ass bearing down on him. In a fit of pique, possibly still sore that she’d been picked on by her companion, Applejack threw her hindquarters into reverse and sandwiched his head between her and Dash’s behinds. Even if he’d wanted to move, which he very much didn’t, he would have been unable to escape.
“H…hey!” Dash groused.
Grinding her derriere against the little dragon’s skull, Applejack snorted. “Hey nothin’! Y’all can have him once I’m done!”
Dash bucked back against her friend, heedless or uncaring that Spike was pinned. “But you already had your turn!”
“And Ah won’t finished neither!” the earth pony testily insisted.
Only vaguely aware of the pair’s bickering, their glutes acting like the world’s best pair of ear muffs, Spike shivered. Their aromas mingled into an incredible cocktail, his shoulders and head were bathed in sweat, and he was so hard that it hurt - nevertheless, his determination had never burned brighter. Squirming and turning ever so slightly, he awkwardly lifted his hands to their sopping wet loins. While he hadn’t anticipated being caught in a lewd conflict of wills, he was sure as hay going to at least try to get the pair off.
Using a combination of his fingers, tongue, and tickling Applejack’s bosoms with the tip of his tail, he became a veritable dervish. The heat of their bodies as they wriggled against him would definitely be a memory he’d cherish for the rest of his years, yet that was facet of the bawdy situation. Though he could only just make it out, he could hear the duo’s guttural groans.
“How - Nnnf - how long have you been t…training him?” Dash rasped.
Raising and lowering her hips, using the frills on the back of Spike’s head to stimulate herself, Applejack shuddered. “Y’all should’a told us y’all were into this k…kinda thing!”
“It’s only his second time,” Rarity chimed in, “though I know that must be hard to believe. He really is a magnificent little thing ~ isn’t he?”
“Yeah…” Applejack and Dash replied in tandem, their voices shaking.
“Spike, dearest, can you hear me in there?” Rarity continued.
Writhing in place, unwilling to throw in the towel but wanting to reply, Spike gasped for air. “Mmmmmph mmnf!”
He tensed when what could only be a hoof touched his drooling length, realizing the unicorn had trotted over for a closer look at the action. His imagination ran wild, not only because of her compliment she’d just given him, but because of the prospect of getting a hoofjob from the most gorgeous pony in all of Equestria. Unsure of what the mare was going to do, his movements faltered.
As the delicate frog of Rarity’s hoof wandered up his shaft and to its head, she giggled. “If you can last longer than them, I may give you a reward.”
The mention of a reward and the openly seductive manner in which she said it sent him into an absolute frenzy. Had he been able to use his feet on Dash and Applejack, he would have - that being said, his muzzle, hands, and tail would have to suffice. The duo’s wails raised an octave and their marehoods quivered against his digits, bolstering his confidence and filling him with optimism - sadly, that his hubris quickly came back to haunt him.
As the magical aura around his dick faded, something warm and wet embraced the tip of his length. He couldn’t see a darn thing, other than the blue backside right in front of him, but there was only one thing Rarity could be doing to him that felt like that. Envisioning her pouting lips wrapped around his shaft, feeling her tongue running along the sensitive underside of his cock, he had to fight himself not to cum right then and there.
What had started as a licentious romp between friends had turned into the struggle of his life. Darned if he knew what this reward was that Rarity had mentioned, but he would move heaven and high water to earn it - whatever it was. Doing everything in his power to make the mares cum, save for the one who was sucking him off, he redoubled his efforts.
He’d faced evils beyond measure, from gods of chaos to ancient terrors that had subjugated nations, but never once had he struggled so valiantly. His hands grew slick with marish nectar, he grew lightheaded from musk, and he was beset by a physical and psychological rapture like he’d never known, yet he endured. This may be his only chance to prove himself to Rarity, and he would not be found wanting.
His efforts were not spent in vain. Dash climaxed first, braying to the heavens as she gushed juices over him, and Applejack came moments afterward. The catharsis of pleasuring the pair was a release in more ways than one, allowing him to finish himself. Gritting his teeth and thrusting into Rarity’s muzzle, he coated the unicorn’s maw with his sweltering, draconic essence.
As soon as his orgasm began to taper off, his ecstasy replaced by a euphoric afterglow, Rarity mopped his shaft clean and withdrew. He knew she wasn’t going to stay down there forever, but the sensation of her departing was almost heartbreaking. Twisting and trying to escape from between Applejack and Dash, he was taken aback when a large, white, doughy ass was crammed against his face.
The duo of derrieres was joined by a third, with Rarity deciding to get in on the fun. He could only imagine what he must have looked like, his legs poking out from beneath a trio of pony butts, and the thought made him wish he’d brought a camera for the occasion. Though he’d just cum, he went hard in the blink of an eye - regrettably, he was only able to relish the experience for a scant few seconds.
The earth pony and pegasus collapsed to the floor, he heaved air into his chest and peered down at Rarity. The image of her nursing on his cock would stay with him for the rest of his days, but he tried not to let it distract him from the ecstasy she afforded. Peering up at him and gradually withdrawing, having swallowed down every drop of his seed, she straightened up and dabbed her lips with a forehoof.
“D…did I do good?” he wheezed.
“Quite good, darling,” she hummed, stepping in and giving him a hug. “And as for your reward,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear, “you’ll get something special next time we have some fun…”
Beaming up at her as she trotted away, he swooned. The promise of a next time was utterly titillating, confirming that their little bouts of fun were far from finished, and that was just the start. Musing on if Pinkie or Fluttershy would eventually ask for his services, he blindly trailed after the love of his life and smiled from ear to ear…
