Chapter 1
The dream started innocently, as they always did. Spike was hanging out with the Mane 6 and the rest of their friends. A picnic at the top of a large grassy hill, with a perfect view of Ponyville sprawling beneath them.
Rainbow Dash had chased away just the right amount of clouds to make the perfect weather. Apple Jack had made them all a delicious apple feast, even going so far as to make Spike a special treat with green gemstones baked in. Fluttershy had gathered up the local birds and gotten them to sing for the group in the background, their soft melodies carrying on the gentle breeze. Derpy and Pinkie Pie jaunted around the hill, doing whatever first came to their heads at any given moment. The other three Princesses had joined them as well; Celestia and Luna off to themself, giggling at some private joke, Cadence and Twilight were sharing an apple pie and reminiscing on the past together.
Everyone was laughing and playing and having a wonderful time of it. Even Rarity seemed more receptive to Spike’s flirting, if he was reading her body language correctly! An idyllic moment.
And then something changed. Whether it was a change in the world or a change in Spike himself, he couldn’t say. But what had seemed so innocent a gathering now seemed to Spike the most sordid buffet of treats he’d ever seen, and he didn’t mean the apples or the gemstones.
Ponies he had only ever seen as platonic friends were now simply mares, and ones ripe for mating at that. The glimpse he would get of Fluttershy’s pussy when the breeze blew her tail out of the way. The hypnotic jiggle of Pinkie Pie and Derpy’s voluptuous haunches as they ran. The way Rarity would run her lips along her mouth when she thought nobody was looking, making his imagination run wild one what else that tongue could do. The oh so enticing waft of tangy pheromones emanating from the mares tickled his nostrils.
He was breathing heavily, his slit eye pupils dilated until the black threatened to swallow the emerald green. He tried to swallow, but found his throat was giving the Bone Dry Desert a run for its money. Rarity noticed the change in his demeanor - granted, it wasn’t subtle. The change had come about mid sentence.
“Spike, whatever is the matter?”
Doing everything he could to keep his composure, Spike did his best to give her his usual easy grin. “Uh, n-nothing’s the matter! What makes you ask?”
Rarity didn’t say anything, instead simply flicking her beautiful eyes down a few times. Spike followed her gaze and found that, somehow without him noticing, his cock and balls had come out of their sheath - all 9 inches of dragon cock throbbing hard, a single bead of precum welling up from its purplish tip. Practically jumping into the air with shock, Spike desperately tried to cover it up, the slightest of blushes coming through against his violet scales.
“O-oh, I’m so sorry! Please don’t look!”
Rarity didn’t listen. She stared at his draconic cock with lust so blatant anypony could tell what she was feeling. And it wasn’t just Rarity. Everypony at the picnic had stopped what they were doing to stare, drinking in the sight of Spike’s masculinity with unabashed desire.
“Breed us, Spike,” Luna all but purred as she sauntered around him, full hips deliberately swaying, ethereal tail tracing across his scales ever so lightly, her voice thick and sweet as honey.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard the Princess, Spike.” Twilight’s voice, so earnest and nerdy, sounded out of place in a situation like this. Spike would be lying if he said that didn’t make it even sexier. “We need you Spike, we need a big strong dragon like you to put us in our place.”
Even ponies that weren’t at the picnic were here now, sauntering and eying Spike’s scaly body. Soarin bit his lip, long cock fully unsheathed. Next to him, the younger colt Rumble was the same, his much smaller penis exposed to the elements for potentially the first time. Next to Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo was shaking her small rump in anticipation, though Spike wasn’t sure how she expected to take a cock that’s practically the size of her entire body. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell were grouped together, whispering into each other’s ears, occasionally breaking into giggles, all the while keeping their eyes locked on his hard member.
Even non-ponies had appeared, and one and all they showed the same interest. Hippogriffs and griffons, changelings and zebras, even dragonesses, yaks and, to Spike’s shock, other bipeds - a particularly suave looking cat gave him a wink as he adjusted his hair.
The ponies lined up in front of him and, perfectly in sync as though they’d been practicing for weeks, turned away from him and lifted their tails high. All around him, Spike was treated to the view of the bodies of all of the sexiest ponies in Ponyville; Their breasts, usually hidden from the view of other ponies, dangling between their hindlegs; some so small they were practically nonexistent, some so massive Spike had to wonder how they even walked. Their horse pussies glistening with arousal that dripped down and beaded off their engorged clits, precum dripping from the tip of their flared cocks, their puffy pony assholes winking at him, all surrounded by butts of every size, shape and colour. The most erotic rainbow in Equestria.
He tried his best to avert his eyes, to remember that these were his friends. Heroic ponies, boisterous colts, innocent fillies, all with their own personalities and hopes and dreams. And all he could see them as was meat, soft fuckmeat for him to ram his cock into. He desperately tried to maintain his control, squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop the erotic visual onslaught.
But they knew better.
“Give us your hatchlings, your foals~”
“Fill us with your strong dragon cum, Spike~”
“We’re your cumdump mares, this is what we were made for, Spike~”
Coos and entreaties and pleas, surrounding Spike, charging his body with an electric purpose and need he couldn’t deny even if he wanted to.
He really, really didn’t want to.
He walked up and down the line, trailing his clawed hand along the haunches of every cumslut in the line. Over the firm, well toned asses of stallions, the soft, spankable asses of mares, the petite, alluring curves of colts and fillies alike. His scaly claw trailed through downy feathers, long silky fur, short smooth hair, even scales so much like his own, before finally pausing on one.
Spike squeezed his hand down on Apple Bloom’s mellow yellow rump, biting his lip with his fangs at how incredibly wrong this was. But it felt so, so right. Looking closer, he saw there was a trace of brown still smudging her ponut anus, but for some reason, it didn’t revulse him like he would have expected. On the contrary, he was salivating, thinking about seeing if her ass tasted as good as her name would suggest. Apparently knowing what he was thinking, the little filly looked back at him and winked.
“You know you want a taste~”
His face was inches from her nectar when he had to stop himself. This wasn’t right. Not in a moral sense, he couldn’t care less about anything like that now. No, he knew deep down there was only one pony he could have for his first time.
Rarity held her head high, an air of superiority radiating off of her so intensely you could choke on it. And who could blame her? She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Spike would pick her as his first mate. She was the prettiest pony in Ponyville; a gorgeous face, lustrous purple mane and a figure to die for; her ass was toned and firm, but still big and soft enough to so slightly bounce and jiggle with every step.
So much better than the obscenely huge and round hindquarter’s Pinky Pie was flaunting, or to an even worse extent Mrs. Cake. So much better than the lean, tight rumps Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack. So much better than the small pert asses of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, still too young and small to even have any bounce to their butts. And the stallions and colts? Rarity snorted. Not even worth the comparison.
Rarity bit her lip as she prepared herself, ready and oh so eager to feel Spike’s dragon cock plunder her virgin pony pussy.
Spike passed her by without even a grope of her rump, not even giving her a second glance.
For him, there could only be one choice, really. The pony he had spent the most time with by far, the one who first made him feel this burning desire, with her plush, curvy ass and her nerdy thick rimmed glasses that somehow only served to enhance her sex appeal. She was his! She always had been, even if neither of them had known until now.
Twilight Sparkle is mine!
He put a hand on her lilac coloured flank for the first time and marveled at how soft it was. It was as soft as a pillow!
It…..it……
Spike opened his eyes.
It was a pillow, ragged with claw marks and lightly singed.
Burning with frustration, he tossed the well used cushion onto the library floor. That was the 3rd one he’d gone through in as many weeks. He felt like spitting fire, but held back for fear of sending Celestia random objects in the middle of the night. Hopping down from his bed, he paced the length of the room. He didn’t have to worry about waking Twilight up - that pony could sleep through just about anything.
Spike bit down on his nails as he paced, both as a nervous tic and to even slightly sate his draconic urge to clamp his fangs down on something. He’d been having this same kind of dream every night for weeks. The details would change, but the most important aspect was constant - him almost getting to breed the sexy ponies in his life, but ending just before he was actually able to do the deed.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he was going insane! Every night being tormented by those lewd dreams - dreams where it seemed like he was getting everything he could ever want - power, prestige, pregnant ponies! What more could a young dragon desire - only for it to get ripped away all over again with the dawn of Celestia’s golden sun.
He stalked into the Twilight’s library. There was more accumulated knowledge in this one grand room than in all the rest of Ponyville combined. If there was an answer to be found on what was happening to him, it was here, hidden away in the endless expanse of paper and leather and ink.
He tore into them, pouring into one tome after another, tossing them haphazardly on the floor the moment he realized there were no answers to be found inside. Some small part of him screamed, knew just how livid the bookworm of a mare would be when she saw what he was doing to her collection.
Spike didn’t care. She could scream at him all she liked. He knew, deep within his flame-kissed bones, that this was more important. No, more than that. There could be nothing more important than unveiling the reasons behind this torment.
And then, in a small volume all but hidden away in the back, with yellowed paper and age-worn leather, he found it. A book all about the biology, psychology and physiology of dragons and dragonesses. Spike’s eyes darted back and forth so fast it was a wonder he didn’t get optical whiplash, devouring, finally satiating a painful hunger no amount of gems could touch. The deep hunger to know who he is. Not just as a man, but as a dragon.
The truth made the fire inside him blaze, from a matchstick to a blazing bonfire of purpose and desire. He smiled, a wicked thing of fangs and desire and pride, and tore off towards the laboratory. He had work to do, and Ponies to do too.
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Spike watched as Twilight Sparkle slowly opened her eyes, blinking the torpor from them, eyelids heavy as steel shutters. An increase in lethargy was an unfortunate side effect of the concoction, but that was a drop in the ocean compared to the benefits.
“Morning, Twilight!” he chimed, as chipper and light hearted as if this were any other day. As if he wasn’t looking at the most beautiful thing he’d ever done.
“Mmff Sfijke,” she tried to respond, then frowned in confusion. She tried again, and then her addled brain finally caught up to her circumstances. She couldn’t respond because there was a large ring gag in her mouth, forcing her muzzle open. Droplets of saliva she couldn’t contain fell onto her face, because she was also laying on her back, head over the edge of her bed.
“Ah, there you go,” Spike teased, his voice taking on a dark flavour the purple pony had never heard from him before. But it wasn’t evil, a desire to inflict pain or suffering that she’d heard in the timber of so many of the villains her and the girls had fought. It was something even more primordial. Sheer, unfiltered desire. Spike reached out and cupped the side of her face, running his smooth scales along her fur, and moved to her eye level.
“You look so beautiful like this.” Despite everything, Twilight still found herself surprised at how genuine he sounded. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize what we both wanted. I promise, we’ll more than make up for lost time.”
Twilight shouted a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Spike just responded with his easy laughter and stood up and slowly paced around her, admiring his handiwork and all that it had given him. “I know, you want to know what’s happening. Ok ok, I’ll fill you in, even though we both know, deep down, this is what you’ve always wanted.”
Spike trailed his hand along the side of her body, admiring the slight soft chub that filled out her frame. She was laid out on her back, wings spread out to either side of her, four legs tied together and from there to the ceiling, effectively hogtying the Mare. Twilight tried to squirm, but she couldn’t even manage that. Anything more than the slightest of twitches and automatic bodily functions like blinking and breathing were beyond her ability right now. Yet somehow, Spike still noticed the attempt.
“Ah yea, I wouldn’t bother trying. One of the main effects of the potion I drugged you with last night. Stops you from being able to move pretty much at all. And that’s not all it does! But well, I won’t spoil the surprise on that one. You’ll find out what that is soon enough. Took me 3 whole days to brew it, but Celestiadamn if it wasn’t worth it.”
He moved around to the centerpiece of it all: her glorious hindquarters. All magics and glammers had been turned off, not that Spike hadn’t always been able to see through them anyway. The illusions hiding away their naughty privates and their full, soft tits only worked on other ponies. It had never occurred to them that other species would be interested in their bodies.
But oh, how wrong they were.
Twilight’s legs were spread far apart and her tail tied to her back. There could be absolutely no obstructions. No, Spike wanted to view his property properly. He smirked as he realized what he’d called her and started exploring her body with his hands. Her nerdy lifestyle showed it’s results here: her ass was huge and round, so perfectly chubby and soft, so big it almost hid her puffy pony holes between her cheeks.
Almost, but not quite. The vertical slit of her pussy radiated heat, her huge clit already exposed to the air, musky pheromones making Spike subconsciously growl. Below, her fat ponut winked at him, fat and enticing and inviting. Above them all, her massive tits. Double D’s at least, dark purple nipples hard enough to cut glass. Spike sunk his fingers into them, biting his lip at finally being able to touch them after all the years of temptation. His fingers circled around her nipples, smooth scales stimulating them like she’d never felt, and just like that Twilight discovered the 2nd effect of the potion.
Her body involuntarily arched as jolts of pleasure hit her like lightning. She’d never felt anything so intense from just her nipples, not even when Moondancer had sucked on them when they’d experimented as fillies. But at the same time, it was so violating, having Spike see her like this. She had to stop this now, before it went any further.
Her horn glowed. Whether she planned to teleport away, untie the ropes binding her or even to strike Spike down, he never found out. He didn’t even look worried as the Princess of Friendship herself readied for combat - he simply kept groping her royal tits, entranced with the way they jiggled this way and that.
With a sound like cracking ice, her spell shattered, tatters of violet aura drifting through the air like dandelion seeds.
“Mmmf?”
“Oh Twilight, Twilight, Twilight,” Spike chided, finally letting her manhandled breasts go. “Did you really think I wouldn’t have accounted for your magic? Give your master a bit more credit, I’m almost insulted.”
Twilight’s eyes bugged out of her head at the word master, her futile squirming increasing in fervor.
“I’ll let you off with a light punishment this time, since it’s your first offence. I won’t have my mate saying I’m not fair after all.”
Winding back, he slapped down hard on Twilight’s plush ass cheek. Twilight grunted, in shock almost as much as in pain. Spike watched with delight at the way her fat ass jiggled and rippled from the spank.
“What do you say, Twi? 5 spanks sound right for a light punishment?”
“Mmm! Mmm mmm!”
“No no, you’re right. 10 is more fitting. I can always count on you!”
Spank after spank reverberated throughout the room, pairing with Twilight’s embarrassed, pained moans made for a symphony so sweet Spike was certain even Fluttershy and Vinyl Scratch would be jealous. We’ll see soon enough when they make it themself, Spike supposed, but one thing at a time. Right now, he had the broodmare of his dreams in front of him, and he was going to savour every last moment with her.
When he was finally done he could feel the heat radiating from her abused cheeks, just the slightest tinge of reddened skin peering through her purple hair. Spike ran a thumb along her slit, collecting the beads of grool dripping from Twilight’s cunt, then went back around to her face and held it up to her.
“You act like you don’t like it, but your body knows the truth. I’m only sorry it took us so long to see it: you need to be bred like the slutty mare you are. You need a strong dragon to take the reins, both figuratively and literally, and pump you full of little foals like the worthless broodmare cumdump you are. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Twilight tried to shake her head as much as she could, only managing to move enough to slightly swish her mane around. Spike chuckled and cupped her face in both hands.
“We’ll see how long you can keep that attitude up, my slave.” Spike pressed his lips to hers, one-sidedly kissing her. She tasted of lavender and calm evenings and sweet tea. Spike darted his long forked tongue inside her defenceless muzzle, trailing along her broad tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth; everywhere he could reach, he tasted.
By the time he finally pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting their mouths before finally snapping, Twilight was more flustered than she’d ever been. She knew it was because of the drug, but even the mere act of kissing had given her such a sexual rush. Shame and anticipation filled her in equal measures as the young dragon circled back around to her hindquarters and, upon seeing just how wet she’d gotten, gave her a leering predatory smirk.
She kept up what little amount of struggle she could, but there was a part of her that wondered. If just kissing and fondling felt that good, just how good would it feel for him to fuck her pussy? She’d never had a real one before, and even with the fake ones she sometimes played with she knew there was something fundamentally missing. Her breath caught when she felt the head of Spike’s cock trace along her slit, always threatening to dip further in without actually pushing inside.
Then the hot tip disappeared from her pussy, only to reappear a second later, prodding at the entrance of her fat, virgin asshole. Her efforts at protest redoubled, panic seizing her heart in icy fingers. With her pussy she’d at least practised with toys and tongues. She’d never played with her donut even once. The very thought repulsed her. That was where shit comes from, it’s not for sex!
Futilely she tried to gesture, begging her captor with what limited body language she had for him to only claim her pussy. That would at least be preferable to him raping her virgin ass! Spike, ever perceptive, pinched her nipples hard, making her quake with mixed pain and bliss.
“Don’t be silly. You haven’t earned that yet. See, a true broodmare begs to be bred because she knows that’s what she was made to do, her only purpose in life. Not out of fear, or as an alternative. But don’t you worry. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be renouncing Friendship itself if it means you can feel this dragon cock stretch and fill your worthless mare cunt. As is now, you’re not even a broodmare, you’re just my pony fucktoy.”
Spike grabbed her firmly by her hips and braced his own, his small wings flapping doubletime to keep him level.
“And fucktoys don’t get lube.”
Spike rammed his cock against her virgin ponut with all his draconic strength - her tight hole only able to put up the most feeble resistance before his fat head popped inside, followed swiftly by inch after inch after inch of hard fat cock. The scream that tore from Twilight's throat was so guttural and so true it was a wonder it didn't wake half of Ponyville.
Spike paused for a moment, his cock a good two thirds of the way inside. Not out of any actual fear that any ponies might have had her, of course; he had set up a sound cancelling barrier around the room and quadruple checked it before he`d even woken his sexy plaything up. No, it was because he wanted to truly savour every last second of this part.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed the last few inches of his cock inside, biting down on his lip as he felt her tight, hot asshole walls forcibly stretched apart around his cock. Twilight`s scream changed in nature, from a high pitched shriek to a low, deep groan, her eyes rolling back as she felt it bury deeper and deeper inside her, stretching out places and hitting spots she never even knew that she had.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to both of them for very different reasons, Spike bottomed out; his fat, almost melon sized balls slapping lightly agaiinst her fat cheeks with a hefty slap. Both stayed still, filling the library with a silence interrupted only by their panting, one ragged with anticipation, one with exertion.
Intentionally or otherwise, Spike waited until just before Twilight had managed to somewhat acclimate to the sensation of being so thoroughly filled up to start moving again.
Much to Twi`s chagrin, Spike seemed to have had his fill of taking it slowly. Claws digging into her hips to the point he almost drew blood, Spike started thrusting as fast as he could, and that small body had a deceptive amount of explosive strength.
Were it not for the ring gag, Twillight`s muzzle would have still been open wide, a silent scream working her throat even when her vocal chords failed her.
It was painful. Beyond that, it was agony like she`d never felt before. None of the foes her and the Mane 6 had fought had ever made her feel this way: Spike had outdone them all. It was an assault on every metric; physically it was unbearable, his cock tearing her protesting anus muscles, raping her at almost blurring speeds, working her poor defenceless asshole raw; emotionally it was almost worse.
Twilight was absolutely opposed to anal in all forms. It was disgusting, sickening, wrong! The butt was for pooping, not for sex! Anal sex was dirty, and painful, and pointless on top of all that! And what made it so much worse was that it was Spike doing it to her. Her oldest friend, her truest companion whod stuck with her through thick and thin, whod been with her even before she came to Ponyville. He was the one violating her so intensely. It was his cock tearing through her asshole like a hot iron, his claws so desperately clenching into her hips, his fangs bared when he gave her that feral smile, not a trace of remorse to be found.
But worse than both of those was….
Was…..
Was just how fucking good it felt! Every lance of searing pain was harmonized with a deep, unmatched pleasure the likes of which she couldn't even have imagined before. She couldn’t even moan properly; her vocal chords working fruitlessly, an endless silent exultation of pleasure and pain.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily depending on how you viewed it, it did not last especially long. Burying himself as deep as he could, Spike unloaded inside Twilight's ass, a torrent of hot draconic cum flooding deep inside her bowels. Her eyes rolled back, heat filling her deep inside. Even a feather's touch against on her needy clitoris would have had her body wracked by an all encompassing orgasm, but no. Spike was very careful to avoid even that much.
Taking only a second to regroup, Spike pulled out of Twi's ponut with a meaty sucking sound, he chuckled in an almost manic, barely restrained manner, barely audible over the wet, sloppy farting Twilight's now gaping puffy hole was inadvertently making.
"Fuck that was good, I knew you'd be an amazing fuckmare Twi, I just knew you would! But now look what you've done," he taunted, moving around so his fat dragon cock was right in front of her face. "You've gone and made a mess."
Spike's cock, still hard and twitching before Twilight's muzzle, was coated tip to base in cum, and twilight's ass juices and, to the pony's trepidation as well as, to her surprise, shame, the brown smears of her own shit.
"You're gonna be a good broodmare and clean up your mess, won't you?"
Twilight vehemently shook her head. Normal sucking wouldn't be so bad, or at least less violating than what he'd already done to her, but putting something that filthy in her mouth? She could never! Spike sighed and, with a firm open hand, slapped her across the face. Twi could only blink, the shock overpowering whatever pain there would be. The pain came from the second and third slaps, each harder than the last, until she squealed from the pain.
Spike hovered even closer to her face, tip pressing up against her snoot, smearing her face and flooding her mind with a veritable deluge of reeking pheremones.
Seeing the change in Twilight's eyes, though whether from fear of further pain or unbearably ramping up horniness Spike neither knew nor cared. "Ready to be a good broodmare and clean your mess?" He repeated. Slowly, glacially, she nodded.
Before she could even finish the gesture, he forced his cock past her mouth and deep into her throat.
Their minds broke as one; Spike gasped, forked tongue sticking out in the air from feeling his cock sinking into Twilight's tight wet pony throat, the way her tongue inadvertently lapped against the bottom of his cock, her gullet spasming around him like she was trying to milk him dry; Twilight's eyes glassed over, mind at war between the logical revulsion of Spike's newest violation and the fact of the matter that she had never been more turned on in her life, her mouth awash with the bitter, acrid taste of her own ass juices and shit mixed with cum, the taste of her predigested lunch & dinner chief among them on her taste buds - she'd never tasted anything better.
Her pussy spasmed in time with Spike's heavy balls slapping her face with every thrust, his aphrodisiac making even the way he treated her throat like a fleshlight more pleasurable than anything she'd done on her own. And yet, still she wasn't able to cum. No matter how much the pleasure and pressure built up inside her, she couldn't get any release. It was maddening.
Without warning, Spike abruptly came in her mouth, flooding her mouth and throat with thick, sticky cum that made her cough and sputter.
Before she could even register what was happening, he'd hovered back behind her and was balls deep inside her ass, this time going all out from the jump. Twilight moaned and groaned, gurgling through the cum and filth she was still having trouble swallowing. Another burst of cum in her leaky ponut, her pudgy tummy already swelling from how much cum was being poured inside. Then he was back to using her face, abusing it in just the way he'd done her backside.
Time passed in a haze. Spike just kept going in that cycle, over and over, forcing the purple pony princess to edge over and over and over with no release in sight. He taunted her endlessly, letting her know it was her fault, if she wanted to climax, she knew what she had to do.
It could have been 40 minutes or 40 hours, she had no way of knowing. But break eventually she did. Seeing her trying to speak, Spike gently removed the gag from her muzzle, gentle as caressing a lover. She took a single moment to stretch her jaw, stiff and sore and strained, and when she finally spoke it was in a low hoarse whisper.
"Breed me, Master Spike."
Spike grinned wide and kissed Twilight deeply, hands cupping her face, forked tongue tracing all through her mouth. When he finally broke off, a strand of cum flavoured saliva still connected them before it finally too snapped.
"Good slut."
Hovering between her haunches, he used her sensitive Alicorn wings as handles as he slowly but forcefully pressed himself inside her needy, leaky, sloppy virgin pussy.
Over the next 10 minutes, Twilight must have orgasmed at least a dozen times, and that's a conservative estimate. She came when he first sunk all the way in, pussy spasming around him in a way that instantly sent him over the edge at the same time.
She squirted when he played with her clit while he pounded her, splashing his small body with what seemed to be her entire body's worth of juices.
She came when Spike nibbled at her neck while slowly grinding in her, voice catching as she chanted the same phrase over and over: "breed me breed me breed me."
She could barely think enough to register what words were when she shuddered around his cock as he used his tail to fill her ponut while he rammed against her cervix.
Spike matched her orgasm for orgasm, pumping load after load of cum inside her womb.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Spike was spent. Even his prodigious draconic balls were emptied, and his developing dragon body had finally run out of stamina.
He flopped down out of her, cock slipping out of his broodmare with a wet plop. Panting heavily, he did a slow lazy circle, admiring his handiwork: her ass and pussy were gaping wide open and stuffed to the literal brim with cum - a steady stream leaking out down her haunches and coating her normally rigorously groomed tail; her face smeared all over with cum and saliva, her horn constantly producing little explosions of pink and purple light.
Undoing her restraints, he didn't bother with anything else but to flop down next to her, content smile on his lips. There was silence for a time, broken only for a moment before they slept.
"Master Spike?"
"Yes, Twilight?"
"We should probably have a talk later, huh?"
The friendly banter and gossip died down when Twilight Sparkle strode into her classroom, head held high.
“Good morning, everypony.”
“Good morning, Princess,”everypony chimed back.
“I sure hope everyone did their homework last night.”
Covering her giggle with a wing at the grimace of a few colts in the back, she gathered the papers towards her with a flash of purple magic, albeit strangely slower than usual, and with a bit more strain.
“Did something good happen, Princess?”
The purple alicorn started and turned to Smolder. The sunset coloured dragon had her usual playful smirk, but the rest of her showed it for the falsity it was: her blue eyes wide and dilated, her nostrils flared and taking in deep breaths, her claws extended and nearly cutting little holes into her desk, her tail swaying restlessly behind her.
"I'm sorry?"
"You just look so happy today is all. Practically hopping around like Pinky Pie. Did anything interesting happen? Did you meet someone, maybe?"
The class held it's breath in anticipation, and when Twilight's only answer was to blush, the room was a chorus of excited murmurs and disappointed groans from some of the colts and fillies who'd had a crush on their teacher.
She let them get it out of their system for a bit, taking the time to write down the lesson plan on the chalkboard. For her own entertainment, Twi made sure to sway her flanks even more than usual, smirk growing as she heard the pained groans of her admirers increase in intensity at the sight of her fat pony cheeks jiggling with every step. Smolder was the only one not joining in on the revelry or the lamenting. She simply sat, eyes narrowed, thinking deeply.
Once the lesson plan was down on the board, Twi gestured for Smolder to follow her outside the class.
Outside the door, Twi slipped back into her more typical demure attitude.
"Thanks for joining me, Smolder."
Smolder didn't answer, just raised her brow in a silent question.
"Today's lessons are going to be about dragons. Since you're the only dragon in class, I just wanted to say if you have anything to add or if anything makes you feel uncomfortable, feel free to let me know."
Smolder looked her teacher up and down for longer than Twi thought was strictly appropriate, took a deep breath and met Twilight's eye.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine, teach. You seem like you know a lot about dragons~."
She strolled back into class, leaving a blushing, flustered Twilight to try and put herself together. By the time she was able to cool out long enough to put herself back in teacher mode, the situation in class had practically turned into a turf war, though for some reason it seemed to be over whether the one to have claimed her heart was another member of the Mane 6 or by some bird named Mordecai.
"Alright, alright, let's settle down, everypony," Twilight eventually called out. "Gallus, Ocellus, don't think I didn't notice your missing homework. See me after class, please."
"Aww man!"
"Now then, today we're going to go over Dragons, their biology and how best to befriend them."
Twilight did her best to smother a chuckle at the first thought she had: 'and after last night, I'm practically an expert on the biology aspect'
********
Earlier
Spike pulled his face out from Twilight's fat pony cheeks with a wet squelch, then cupped her face and brought her in for deep sloppy kiss, letting her taste her own mess with such passion it stole her breath away.
He'd done it the night before too, just before they'd fallen asleep; taken a big mouthful of the shit and cum mixture leaking out of her gaping ponut and had kissed it into her mouth so sloppily flecks of it still stuck to her muzzle.
One of the first things Spike had done when they woke that morning was stop her on her way to the toilet with a firm smack on her ass.
"From now on, you don't wipe. You're my property, so I'll clean you as I see fit."
When his tongue was fully cleaned they finally separated, brown tinged spit linking their mouths together.
"Good morning…..to you too…..Master," Twilight managed to get out in between gasps.
"Heh, such a good Pony, acclimating to your proper place so quickly. Come on, let's have breakfast. We've got a lot to talk about.
******
Spike took a big bite out of an especially juicy ruby, chewing slowly to savour the taste.
"Seriously Spike, Rubies for breakfast?"
"What, if there were any day worth celebrating, it would be today. Today Celestia's sun rises over the first day of my glorious conquest."
Twilight's heart fluttered. She didn't know why, but hearing her master talk that way was so arousing to her that she had to shift her hindlegs a bit to ease the building tension.
Spike took another bite into his ruby, this time chewing slowly, thoughtfully.
"I found the dragon encyclopedia, Twi. It was well hidden, i'll give you ponies that, but if you really didn't want me to read it you should have destroyed it."
"Destroy a book!?" Twilight couldn't have looked more horrified if he'd suggested burning Equestria to the ground. "Never!"
Spike smirked. "I found that we dragons, we're not like you Ponies. Friendship, cooperation, monogamy; those are constructs made by Ponies, for Ponies. Dragons don't ask, we take. We don't cooperate, they conquer, anything and everything they can. It's built into our very core, it says, our bodies and our souls."
Twilight could only nod along.
"When a dragon wants a mate, it takes them and it rapes them until they're his forever. Though I guess I don't have to explain that part to you, eh Twi?"
Twilight's throat almost caught with the sincerity in her voice when she replied "And I am so thankful that Master Spike chose to rape my worthless Pony holes and make me his broodmare. I've never been so happy!"
Spike rewarded her devotion with another sharp slap on her ass, loud as a whipcrack and making her stinging cheek jiggle like pudding.
"Gah! Thank you Master!"
"Now, before you head to school, there was another spell in the Encyclopedia Draconis that we have to do."
"School? Master doesn't want me to quit and stay at home full time for him to pump me full of his little foals and fillies?"
Celestia, how am I going to get anything done with a broodmare like this, she's even hornier than I am!
"As tempting as that is, having you at the school is absolutely vital to my plans. I need you out there keeping on eye on everypony, swaying them with your words and your body, ok? I need you in places of influence, and I can't do that if your stomach's grazing the ground because it's so full of our children."
"Yes, master…." The Alicorn had the gall to look disheartened that Spike wouldn't be breeding her immediately. Such was the power of a dragon's bond. She was an innocent virgin less than 24 hours ago!
"Now, this will weaken your telekinesis for a while, I'm afraid, but it'll be worth it. In exchange, you and I will be able to speak to each other telepathically whenever we want. No limit on distance whatsoever. You could be off in Klugetown or Cloudsdale and I could talk to you like I was right next to you."
"That's amazing! But can't you technically do that with your letters? Fire them over to me anywhere, I mean?"
"Ahh, but anyone can see that, can't they? They can't see me giving you a mental order. Discretion, that's the name of the game here."
"Oh Master Spike, you're so smart!"
"Tell me something I don't know. Now, you're going to go teach class like normal, alright? Tonight when you get back, we'll go over our plans of who to conquer."
"Yes, Master Spike. Can I have a hint at least of who you want in your harem?"
Spike's eyes blazed a bit with his internal emerald fire.
"Everypony."
*******
"Thank you everybody, have a wonderful rest of your day! Gallus, Ocellius, don't think i forgot. Can I see you for a moment?"
Smolder could hear Twilight giving the two her iconic gentle scolding as she left the classroom. Spike leant against the edge of the building, eyes only for her. Well, that wasn't true, he was eyeing every single ass that walked by, but she could feel his intent solely on her.
"Hey Smolder, surprised to see me?"
The orange dragoness snorted indelicately. "Hardly. I could smell your claim on that Princess from a mile away. You weren't exactly subtle about it."
"Guilty as charged." Spike moved towards Smolder and traced a claw across the scales on her slender hips. "But then, subtlety is a trait for cowardly little ponies. Dragons have no need for it."
Smolder lifted an appraising brow. "Well well, look who finally grew a pair."
Spike kept up his calm, in charge demeanour, but inside his mind was racing. Smolder didn't move his hand away, she wasn't skittish to physical attraction like most ponies were, so Spike cupped her waist and got a good feel.
So much different than Twilight, with her smooth hard scales over lithe taught muscle. None of the jiggly squishiness of Twilight's fat rump, and yet it still sparked the fire inside Spike just as much.
He nodded over towards the forest.
"Mind if we take this somewhere a little more private?"
Smolder chuckled at the sheer transparency in Spike's claim. Flexing her wings out to full length, she lifted off the ground and hovered next to him.
"Only if you can keep up," she taunted, then set off as fast as she could.
Spike's grin took on a feral tone. "Oh yea, that's more like it," he growled, then launched off the ground as hard as he could after her.
*********
Back inside the school, Gallus and Ocellus were finally freed from their reprimanding and walked back to the Young Six's usual hangout spot.
"That bad huh?" Yona asked, noticing their drooping heads.
"A whole essay! A whole essay on what we learned about dragons today!" Ocellus shuddered at just the thought of all the work she had before her.
"Oof," Sandbar winced sympathetically. "I told you to do the homework, man. The Princess doesn't mess around with that kinda stuff."
"Yea yea, whatever man,” Ocellus shrugged, wanting to move past it to worry about it later. “Let's get outta here. Where's Smolder?"
Silverstream shrugged, no mean feat to do while simultaneously hovering in place. "She bounced as soon as class ended. All she said to me was for us not to hold up."
That made Ocellus raise an eyebrow. "Weird. Wonder what's so important she had to ditch us."
"She was acting weird today," Gallus chimed in. "Did you see the way she was looking at the Princess?"
Silverstream snorted. "Uh yea, everyone in class looks at the Princess, dumb dumb. You'd have to be either blind or dead to not stare at a rump like that."
Silverstream, unsurprisingly, was in the *has a crush on Twilight Sparkle* camp in what would hence be known as the Class Waifu War.
Gallus shook his head, inadvertently puffing out his electric blue feathers. "This was different! I could swear she looked….jealous."
********
The wind caressed softly over Spike and Smolder's body as they flew over the beautiful land of Equestria. Gradually the pristine architecture and bustling crowds of Ponies of every variety putting in their daily work turned to lush grassy hills and little Colts and Fillies frollicking at play. Seeing a single dragon flying was a rare event for them, let alone two, and they shouted with excitement and waved their hooves up at them.
Spike smiled and waved back. To any onlooker, and to the little ponies themselves, it seemed just an innocent friendly act of a nice dragon. Because of course, how could they have known that Spike was looking at their tight nubile bodies with unabashed lust. That he wanted to grab that colt and pump his tight little ponut full of his seed until his belly was swollen, feminized until his cock had shrunken to the size of a little clit. That he wanted to hold that filly by her mane and fuck her face until she vomited half digested hay fries on his cock. He almost crashed into a passing bird, he was so distracted by the thought of all those young ponies with rumps raised and tails flicked to the side, begging him to breed them.
Smolder looked back at him flailing and trying to upright himself after the near collision and rolled her eyes. She seemed to be able to practically read Spike's mind. She wasn't, of course -she had a good many talents, but magic wasn't one of them - but she had a good idea of just how debaucherous the young violet dragon was.
Spike had caught up to her, but intentionally chose to stay just behind her, not only for the view of her delicious dragon ass, taught and raised for more streamlined flight, but for the way the wind behind her was laden with the enticing, spicy scent of her pheremones.
Past the rolling hills they came to a forest, rich in massive trees of all varieties, fruits and flowers of all shapes and colours spread out as far as the eye could see. Here and there, paths were lined out for ponies to prance through. Spike always thought how weird it must feel not to be able to fly, to be forced to trod on the ground all your life. He and Smolder soared far above them, cutting straight through the forest for a small, hidden alcove, far away from any pony path.
Landing with extra flair to make up for his earlier stumble, Spike looked around. Contrary to most of Ponyville, this little clearing was more rocky than most, and warmer from the direct sunlight on their surface. Unequivocally, this was a place for dragons.
"You like it?" Spike turned to see Smolder draped across a hot rock, wings spread out for maximum sun coverage. She looked relaxed, but her blue eyes never once blinked as she watched Spike.
Spike took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
"It's perfect. What better place to actually give in to our dragon instincts."
"So, you finally found out, eh?"
"No thanks to the ponies. I had to find and take the information myself."
"Fitting, wouldn't you say?"
Spike chuckled. "I guess so. When did you find out?"
Smolder languidly rose from her rock and stretched out her muscles, giving Spike a show in so natural a way he couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not, then hopped from rock to rock with graceful ease.
"Oh I found out years ago. I wasn't content to be the Ponies' little lapdog following their hooves, like you."
Spike's eyes flared up, fangs slowly bared in a snarl. "What did you say?"
Smolder bared her fangs back, hers in a savage smile.
"You heard me. And even then, didn't even have the balls to go after one of your own kind, a girl with claws and fire of her own. No, you had to go for one of those soft, safe, squishy little ponies, because that's all your bitch ass could handle.”
She opened her mouth again to continue her beratement, but whatever she would have said next was lost in a flurry of claws, growls and gouts of green and pink tinged orange fire. The stones below them were scorched black, gouges were clawed out of tree trunks and clouds above them were dispersed as their battle raged through the sky and across the ground.
*******
Over in Maretime Manor, Celestia looked out the window in time to see the flashes of fire tearing through the sky.
“What on Equestria is happening over there? Those ponies sure get up to some crazy stuff, don't they?”
Then, as sudden as it started, the commotion and fiery flashes stopped.
********
Spike had the orange dragoness pinned to the ground on her side; her arms pinned behind her back and held in place with one arm, wings crushed by Spike's body as he spooned against her. She still squirmed and thrashed around, but he had her dead to rights and they both knew it. He was bigger and stronger, and he had leverage from their position.
His free hand roamed across her tight small body, her squirming only making it even hotter for him, with the way her lean muscles shifted beneath her sleek, sensuous orange and cream coloured scales. He trailed his hands along her toned stomach, her lean thighs, up to grope her mouth watering boobs. They were a far cry from Twilight's in size, but they were none the lesser for it.
Unlike the scales covering the rest of her body, the pale plates covering her breasts were remarkably soft and pliable, and sported big pale pink nipples that were, if anything, even softer and more sensitive than most pony's were. They were just the right size for Spike to cup in his hand, further proof that destiny had it's hand in bringing them together.
“Hey, who said you could touch those!?” Smolder snapped, still trying to squirm out of Spike's grasp and occasionally bellowing out a gout of colourful flame.
Spike acquiesced, taking his hand off her breast long enough to give her a sharp slap across her face. That finally stopped her struggling, shocking her enough to give her pause.
“You're not fooling anyone you little slut. We both know you want me to force my cock into this tight little dragon cunny and rape your womb until you're tummy swells with my hatchlings.”
She would never admit it, but Smolder had never been more aroused in her entire life. Ever since she'd met the purple dragon all that time ago, she'd been waiting -oh so eagerly waiting - for him to grab her, force himself inside her and claim her as his mate.
She didn't have to admit it verbally anyway; Spike got his confirmation beyond doubt when he dipped his hand between her thighs and felt the sheer gushing slickness of her scaly cunny. He smirked and brought his hand up to her face, spreading his fingers to show off her arousal covering his hand.
“That's what I thought. Now spread those thighs, give me easier access to your slutty holes.”
“.....N-no.”
The word had barely left her mouth before he slapped her face again, smearing her face with her own juices to add to extra humiliation.
“Don't say I didn't try to make it easier on you.”
Digging his claws into her inner thigh hard enough to make her gasp from the pain, he wrenched her thighs open and forced his cock all the way into her slit.
Both dragons gasped at the same time, their bodies going slack against each other for a moment as their brains took a moment to comprehend what it was feeling: that this body was absolutely perfect for them.
Spike wasn't exactly an expert on vaginas - he'd only first experienced one yesterday for Celestia's sake - but even at first thrust he could feel the difference between laying with a pony and laying with a dragoness. Twilight had felt absolutely amazing, all the cum she'd wrung out of him was proof of that, but Smolder's dragon cunny felt like it had been made specifically for him. Incredibly hot, her walls clung to him like she was holding on for dear life, and shallow enough his head was kissing the opening to her cervix.
Smolder was having a similar epiphany. Spike taking what he wanted had been sexy enough, but she'd never imagined he'd feel this good. In that first hard, balls deep thrust, his cock had pressed just about every one of her sweet spots. No other toy she'd tried had been the right shape or size to hit every one! Smolder bit her lip and grinned.
Oh this will be a first time to brag about.
If she'd harbored any worries that he might want to take it slow, they were dispelled the instant they adjusted to the pleasure rush. Spike rested his hand on the slight curve of her hip, caressing it lovingly before firmly holding it for leverage, then used every ounce of strength in his mighty body to start thrusting into her as fast and hard as she could.
“Fffucck!” The word was ripped from her throat, no, from her very soul. The pain and pleasure together, the sheer sensory overload, were melting her mind to the point that one word was the only thing she could say that truly encompassed how she felt.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuccckkk!”
Every thrust of Spike’s huge cock felt like it was tearing her in half, violently forcing her young virgin cunny to stretch far past it’s limits. Every time he sunk balls deep his head forced even her cervix apart, fucking her in places her body had never meant to be fucked. By all rights it should have been a harrowing, horrible experience.
And yet.
The grooves and curve of his cock hit sensitive spots inside of her she hadn’t even known. And even when he was being oh so rough with her, the way he gently, almost tenderly caressed her hip, her stomach, her breasts. The little growls and grunts he made into her ear - noises she was pretty sure he didn’t even know he was making - sent shivers down her spine, but nothing compared to the tingles she got when he started giving little love bites and licks up her neck and across her shoulder.
The paradoxical combination of him taking what he wanted with no regard for whether she could handle it with him doing small gestures of appreciation and want; it was everything she could have asked for in a dragon mate.
Spike for his part had been digging down deep into his willpower to not cum since practically the first minute of fucking. The way her hole was suctioned around his member like it was trying to wring the cum out of him, the way her surprisingly soft and pert ass bounced and jiggled ever so slightly against him every time he thrust in, the constant stream of expletives, accompanied with a veritable orchestra of moans, groans and whines; all of it worked in tandem to make not cumming instantly quite the lofty goal indeed.
Smolder had long since dropped any semblance of resistance. She bounced and pressed back against his cock, doing her best to match his pace. Her movements were somewhat awkward and jerky, having no real experience with using her hips this way, but frankly, Spike had only just lost his own virginity yesterday. He wasn’t exactly using wild techniques she couldn’t grasp. Soon enough she was keeping up with him, and she allowed herself a quick tired smile in between her own moans when she heard the difference in Spike’s voice.
“Grr ohh you little fucking slut,” Spike growled in between his own strained gasps. The gravelly words were whispered directly into Smolder’s ear, sending shivers through her body all over again. “You want my cum that badly, do you? You want me to fill this fucking cub pussy with my hatchlings?”
“Ffffuccck,” Smolder replied eloquently. Her true answer came in the way she ground and rolled her hips into Spike, fucking him in ways Spike had never felt before. They both knew it was coming, neither of them could last even another minute at this rate. Her tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him in closer, making sure he couldn’t possibly pull out. Spike brought his hand down and looped around her leg, lifting it up high so he had as much access to go as deep as possible, then nuzzled his face into her neck.
Biting down on her neck hard enough to bruise and scratch the scales, Spike buried himself to the hilt in the cloying grasp of her tight dragon cunny and came. Rope after rope of burning hot fertile dragon cum flooded into her, along with the masculine dragons grip on her neck, breaking down the young dragon’s willpower in an instant and sending her over the edge.
“FFFUCCKKK,” Smolder growled out, climaxing harder than she ever had before, clamping down so tight around Spike’s cock he half worried she’d break it. They stayed in that position for a while, neither willing to move while their genitals were so hypersensitive. They simply remained frozen as statues save for the panting, basking in the afterglow.
Ever so slowly, they eventually untangled themselves and laid back against the soft grass. Dribbles of cum leaked out of Smolder’s slightly gaping pussy, running down her tail to stain the grass below. Spike noticed and cast a glance at her.
“Try not to lose too much of it, wouldn’t want to lower the odds of your clutch being fertilized.”
Smolder snorted a laugh. “Oh, by Celestia, you were serious! I thought that was just dirty talk in the heat of the moment!”
Leaping off from the ground, she hovered above the prone dragon with a sneer, undermined only slightly with the occasional glances she gave his limp cock.
“Don’t you know anything about your own kind? Female dragons can’t conceive hatchlings outside of their breeding season. You really are a failure of a dragon aren’t you, I can’t believe I chose you as my ma-”
She was cut off by the male dragon pouncing from the ground in a violet blur, grabbing her roughly by the throat and slamming her back down into the ground, knocking the air from her lungs. Claws unfurled, Spike struck her once across the face. Leaning in close so his face was inches from her, he snarled, gouts of bright green flame leaking from each end of his jaws.
“It seems someone didn’t learn their place the first time,” he hissed, punctuating every other word with a harsh slap against her face. “The only thing your body exists for is my pleasure. So rather than use it to spew obscenities at me, I’ll teach you to use it as it was made to be used.”
Flipping her over, he pressed her head down into the ground and yanked her harshly by her tail, forcing her small butt high into the air to present her holes. He’d already tasted the pleasure of her slit, now he wanted a joy closer to his heart. Her tight little tailhole, a spot of pink amongst the pale cream of her under scales, just begging Spike to be raped. He considered, for a very brief moment, spitting on it to give her the slightest amount of lube for what will certainly be her first time taking it up the ass.
Then he thrust in as hard as he could.
The ground muffled her screaming so hard it tore up her throat. It felt like Spike was splitting her entire body in half with every thrust, amplified with how harsh Spike was digging his claws into her petite butt. He kept his hand on the back of her head, grinding her face further into the dirt with every savage thrust.
“You like that?” Spike growled into her ear. “This is all you're good for. You’re just a bunch of holes for me to use.”
Her reply was lost, as muffled as her screams had been, but this Spike gave just a bit more credence. Ripping his cock out of her brutalized tail hole, he flipped her around with all the delicacy of a wrecking ball, and rammed back in. “You were saying?”
Whatever assuredly profound statement she had been bellowing into the dirt was lost entirely, replaced with soundless screams as her torment had increased further than she’d thought it could.
Spike didn’t like that. He wanted to be able to hear the effect his cock had on his fucktoys, and endeavored to spark some life back into her by sinking his teeth into her small excuse for a breast. That got the screams flowing again.
“There we go. Isn’t it freeing, using your mouth for what it was made for? Well, actually, I can think of a good few other uses for that mouth pussy.”
Keeping her pinned to the ground, he tore his cock out of her ruined rectum once again and brought it up to her face, dragging it over her bright orange scales, smearing her face with leftover cum and ass juices, not to mention the traces of shit here and there. The compounded smell and filthiness burned in Smolder’s nostrils and left her gasping for air.
“There we go, that’s the only makeup that sluts like you should ever wear. Now you look like a proper toilet. But look, you’ve made such a mess on me. Be a good girl and clean that for me.”
Lining up his cock with her already open mouth, he plunged his entire cock down her throat in one brutal thrust. Smolder’s eyes bulged open and she gagged furiously, hands pounding against Spike’s thighs in a vain attempt to get him to let up, but the sight and sound only spurred him on further. Firmly grasping the conveniently handle shaped horns at either side of her head, he pressed her even further down until her face was mashed up against his pelvis, tears running rivets down her sullied face, spit bubbling up constantly. She constantly tried to move her tongue away, anything to not taste her own ass, but inadvertently lashed at his filthy cock with her tongue.
“Ah, and of course, we can’t forget the other use of a toilet.”
Spike sighed in relief as he let his bladder go, dumping acrid piss directly down her throat and into her stomach. In a spark of cruel genius, he didn’t stop thrusting her head on his cock, essentially fucking the piss into her.
Pulling back out of her throat just before she would have fainted, he was greeted to a cacophony of coughs and sputters and gasps, only to then promptly silence them with his ass. Wrapping his tail around her head, he held her in place and planted his surprisingly thick, sweaty ass down on her muzzle, making sure to line his dark green tailhole right up against her open mouth. Grinding back against her face, he bounced hard a few times, noting with glee her grunts of pain.
“Worship.” It was a simple command, which are the most powerful kind, and she set to it with a fervour that bordered on the religious. The snuffling, slurping, kissing and licking of every possible variety that followed would have made the cheapest of prostitute blush in shame, yet she did it with relish.
Whatever it took to please her owner.
*******
Twilight Sparkle waited outside her home, eagerly waiting for the moment she saw her master return home. She planned to give him the most warm welcome a boy could ask for. She shivered again just thinking about having his thick shaft inside her again, and once again repressed the urge to touch herself.
When she finally saw him round the corner, she pranced over to him, so happy she was practically hopping like Pinkie Pie, before she stopped dead in her tracks. Walking along just behind him was Smolder, one of her students. She looked like she’d just been in a hardcore gangrape, which of course meant simply that Spike had treated her how he liked to.
That wasn’t what gave her pause. She knew the way Spike’s tastes ran, as well as his insatiable lust for essentially everything with a pulse. It was one of the things she loved about him.
No, what gave her pause was the delicate way Smolder’s tail interlocked with his, and the sheer, unparalleled smugness on her face. She all but sneered at Twilight as they walked past her into the castle, even going so far as to give the purple pony a swat on the butt. Sticking her forked tongue at her, she mouthed the words “Master has a new favourite” to her before disappearing behind the castle door.
Twilight stared, mouth agape, for a few very long seconds. Then said the words that would initiate a rivalry that lasts a lifetime.
“Who in Celestia’s green flat earth does this dragon cunt think she is?”