Spike Mindfucks His Friends

His dreams were filled with lewd images and the burning heat of unspent lust. It was as if someone had taken the sun and buried it inside of him, filling him with a burning need that never seemed to fade.

In the dream he was drifting along a field, a field that was filled with mares just waiting for him to get his claws on them. He was a dragon, he deserved everything that he could get his claws on, be that mares or gold. He was an adult dragon now, he deserved a hoard all of his own, filled with pretty mares that he could use to sate his lust.

What exactly were they going to do to stop him? They didn’t have the right. His lust built up with these thoughts and even in his sleep he felt a faint smile spreading across his lips.

Who was he going to be sinking his member into next? It was going to need to be someone pretty, with a plump rear and an impressive mane.
His arousal peaked, and he awoke with quite the erection. Twilight Sparkle was curled up in a small dog bed at the other side of the room, soundly asleep now that she didn’t have the burden of her incredible intelligence.

It was only about mid day. His entire body was sore. Not just that, but as his awareness slowly clawed its way back to him, he realized that there was something most certainly off about his body.

Things weren’t as they had been when he went to sleep. The first thing he noticed was that his cock seemed to have gotten a lot larger, but not only that, his legs were larger too.

Had all that lust caused him to grow somehow? He wasn’t sure that that was meant to be how dragon greed worked, but he was now slightly taller then a pony and not about to complain about it.

Rising from his bed, he felt his bones voice their complaints in a hundred different aches and the sensation of pins and needles beneath his skin. It was mildly painful, but that was fine. No pain meant no gain. His stomach rumbled softly and reminded him of just how much energy growing so rapidly had cost him.

It was time to go for breakfast. But before he did that, he needed to make sure that Twilight was going to be OK while he headed out. Stepping over to the side of the mare, he gave a bright smile and gently leaned down, his suddenly much larger hand reaching down and gently patting atop her head.

The purple unicorn roused from her slumber gently, those amethyst eyes seeming to stare deeply into his soul for a few moments.
“Spike! You got all grown up and stuff! That’s like, super impressive…”
Spike simply gave a knocking smile, “Ah, yeah. I guess I did, it was a lot of work. I’m just going out to the bakery, you’re going to be alright just resting here for a bit, aren’t you?”

Twilight seemed to focus on his words more intently then normal,
“I’ll be fine! If, if, you bring me one of Pinkie Pie’s super special cupcakes, the ones with extra frosting on them! That’d be super good.”

He ruffled her mane softly, giving a soft chuckle.
“Sure, I can do that, but only if you promise to eat all the good healthy stuff afterwards.”
Twilight didn’t seem to be greatly impressed by this, but gave a stiff nod.

It was good enough for Spike, and he flashed her a smile before realizing that his jaw still hurt, gritting his teeth firmly. Something sweet would be able to take the edge off.

Also, now would likely be a good time to look at getting some clothing to put on. He was large enough that clothing could properly fit him now.

Walking down the street, Spike was surprised by just how little attention was paid to him. He had expected that being a dragon just casually walking down the street would draw a lot of attention from the ponies around him. That wasn’t the case, they didn’t seem to care.

He was fairly certain that there was a lesson here about how ponies had become far more accepting over the years, or something along those lines, but he couldn’t be completely sure of that.

The walk towards the bakery didn’t take all that long, his much larger body had cut down on travel time even more then he thought it would. Sugarcube Corner’s bakery was a strange building that stood out against the many generic structures around it, looking as though it was made from Gingerbread and frosting.

Spike entered the building, the soft tinkle of the bell echoing throughout the bakery. Entering was a challenge as he almost had to stoop down to do so.

The silence was deafening, his eyes scanned around the room, before focusing upon the counter. Behind the glass of the counter, there were dozens of baked goods, cakes and snacks of all description.

His stomach rumbled softly, and then felt like it turned inside out.

“Hello?” He tested. There was no response. Normally he expected to be jumped by a bright pink pony.

His eyes scanned over the bakery, digging for any details or signs of where the bakery owner might have gone, but there weren’t any signs that he could make out. But then again, his friend was an incredibly eccentric mare and tended to do almost impossible things that he still couldn’t explain to this day.

Suddenly, there was a pink blur to his side. Before he could turn he was suddenly faced with the pink mare that he had been searching for. Her appearance was as sudden as it was surprising, causing him to take a single step backwards as she bounced about before him.

From her mouth spewed a stream of dialogue that was impossible for any mere mortal to keep up with, Spike didn’t catch half of it, watching closely as her mouth worked and moved in an almost impossible fashion, forming words and throwing them out in a seemingly ceaseless stream of literary assault.

He only heard half of it, and by the time she was done, the pink mare looked incredibly happy with herself, but it took Spike a while to actually pick apart the words.

“HiSpikehowareyoudoingtodayImadeaneeclairthatcontainsfivehundredtimesthesugarofa regulareclairbutthenitbecameasugarblackhole. IHAVEDISCOVEREDTHEVERYLIMITSOFSUGARIamagoduponthismortalplaneandyouwillallbowbeforemybakedgoodsgodhood.”

Huh. Spike blinked a few times and then gently pet the strange mare right on top of her cotton candy mane. It was bright pink, and incredibly poofy to the point he could feel his claws sinking into it.

The mare sat there and vibrated intensely in response to the pats, no doubt filled with enough energy to easily level this building and the entire surrounding area if she so wished.

“That’s very good Pinkie Pie. I came to pick up some cupcakes and some of those flapjacks that I like so much.”

The mare’s sky blue eyes seemed to sparkle excitedly as her ears twitched about like little satellite dishes. She dashed over to the counter in a single motion and produced a small wax paper bag from behind it.

“How many would you like? And do you want the normal cupcakes or the extra special ones with extra frosting and sprinkles. Also Rainbow Dash has been acting really strange recently. You wouldn’t happen to know about that would you? Because if you do, well… Buddy chum pal o’ mine, I might have to just get not so friendly with you and snap your diddly darn neck. We wouldn’t want that, would we? Do you wish to come into contact with a crummy juncture?”

Spike was, rather understandably, taken quite aback by the sudden threat of violence from the mare.
“What? I didn’t do anything to Rainbow Dash!”

Pinkie’s eyes glared intently at him, seeming to judge his every action for a few brief moments, before she shrugged softly. “Fair. She must be acting silly because she feels like it then.”
Spike was pretty shocked, his mind was trying to work out a plan on what he was going to do next. Pinkie Pie might not have seemed like a danger to him, considering he was a dragon and she was a pony that worked in a bakery.

But, something about Pinkie Pie told him that if she really wanted, it was well within her power to cause him some serious problems. She needed to be dealt with, but he wasn’t about to attack one of his friends.

He still didn’t have it in him to actually attack his friends. Stepping forward, he took the brown paper bag from the mare and as he did so, he suddenly had a thought pop into his mind.

“Say, Pinkie, would you like to go upstairs with me, now that I’m… Well, you know, an adult.”

Pinkie seemed to stare at him with a quizzical expression painted across her face, a quizzical expression that quickly changed as she realized what he was suggesting. “Oh! We can have an adult party! With the extra big balloons and the adult punch with confetti and stuff. I’ll invite everyone over!”

Spike was shocked, but he smiled softly and carried on with his speech, “Ah, No. I was thinking we could have a private party. With just you and me. On your bed.”

Pinkie Pie stared at him once more, nodding silently, “My bed has the springiest mattress. We can jump on it super high.”

The dragon almost let out a sigh, barely managing to contain his frustration as he spoke again, “Never mind. Let’s just go up to your room and chill on your bed or something? That sound cool?”

Pinkie nodded excitedly, already halfway up the stairs before the nod was even finished, and after waiting for a few moments, Spike followed after her, his eyes scanning around the room as he looked for any sign that the owners of the bakery were currently inside.

Finding none, he felt comfortable to slowly make his way up the stairs after the pink mare. His mind was racing and his breathing was slightly elevated. This plan wasn’t going to end well, what if Pinkie Pie had already figured it out?

Giving a soft sigh, he attempted to steel himself for the task that lay ahead.
Pinkie Pie’s bedroom was ahead, a bright pink door decorated with bits of candy he hoped were made out of decorated wood, but somehow he doubted it.

A sign on the door was turned to face him, an obnoxiously smiley face of a pony meeting him, with the message “Party in progress” painted across it in bold multi colored letters.

Pushing the door open, the dragon slowly slipped into the room and took a few moments to get his bearings within it. Pinkie Pie’s room didn’t match with her character and for a few moments he was shocked by just how tidy it all was. There was a bed, a cabinet, and that was it.

There was no chaotic mess. Of course, it was still clearly the room of the pink pony, nobody else would have had a canister of helium in their room. For a few moments, he was confused. There was something missing from the room, he was sure of it.

As Pinkie Pie crashed into him, his focus came back in an instant. Right, he hadn’t seen the pink mare upon entering the room. She seemed to have vanished into the wallpaper, but it was now clear she had somehow managed to get behind him.

Stumbling forward, he did his best to turn towards her. His body was strong and powerful, but with the force the mare had impacted him with, it was a wonder that he had managed to stay standing from the blow. He hit her bed and get enough of an anchor to turn towards her. Pinkie Pie dropped back into a fighting stance and swept her hind legs towards him. All of this took place in a few brief moments, before anybody would have even had time to think, and yet Pinkie Pie moved through this time between moments like it was her domain.

This was her world, and he was a trespasser here. His legs were swept from beneath him before he could properly think through his next steps, and he was driven to his knees. Before Pinkie Pie had a chance to try anything else, he was attempting to get back up, raising both arms to cover his head and prevent a follow up strike from finishing him then and there.

A firm blow rattled his guard, and he barely managed to twist into it to break up the impact before his muzzle took a battering.

“You did something to my dashie!” Pinkie Pie accused in a sudden serious tone. Fuck. Most people had this misconception that the Pink Pony was stupid simply because she was silly and refused to focus. This couldn’t have been further from the truth.

A blow hit him in the gut, lifting him from his feet and forcing the air from his lungs, a desperate rasp rolling from his lips as his tongue spilled from his maw. Armored scales were designed to prevent cutting strikes from other dragons, they did nothing to break up powerful impacts like this.

The edges of his vision were dark. He rasped from breath and felt the beginning hints of his body giving out. He couldn’t take many more blows like that, no matter how strong he was.

Thankfully, he had landed on her bed, but now he needed a weapon. Anything would do, but he didn’t want to do anything lethal if he could help it.
“I- Didn’t… hurt her.” He wheezed.

“Liar!” Pinkie Pie screeched, suddenly doing a jumping kick towards him. Instinct took over, Spike raised one of the pillows from the bed to block the kick, and Pinkie Pie’s hoof hit it with enough force to burst through it, shooting feathers towards spike as it burst, the chubby baker pony’s hoof coming through the fabric and becoming stuck.

Acting quickly, he swung the pillow around and threw the pony towards the wall. Diving for the bedside table, he ripped the drawer out of its holder and searched for a weapon. Something met his grip, something large, plastic and non-lethal. Perfect.

Pinkie Pie launched herself towards him again and he turned in an instant, smacking her with the over-sized replica of a draconic cock. It wasn’t exactly what he had pictured, but it would do for now as a weapon.

The pink pony span in the air as she was cock-slapped, or more accurately, cock-bludgeoned. She hit the bed and rebounded off it, but the dragon knew that if he gave her a chance to get back up, keeping her down next time would be nearly impossible.

Diving towards the bed, he gripped the improvised weapons in his talons and pressed it to her ear. The body of the toy was a rich red in colour, with the base being a simple black colour, and it also seemed that it was modeled after a canine of some kind.

Either way, he managed to sink half of the tapered toy into her ear, and the pink mare went stiff as it bumped against the inside of her skull. At this point, he had to take a short break to catch his breath. This mare was completely crazy, and his body was still trying to recover and calm down from the brief fight with the slightly chubby mare.
Out of all of his friends, Pinkie Pie was by far the craziest, but even he hadn’t been expecting this from her.

Finding his senses, he pushed the toy deeper into her head. “There, now stop attacking me. I didn’t hurt Dash, I made her happy, and now I am going to make you happy too, even though you just beat the shit out of me.”

He didn’t know what he was going to do beyond this point, he already took this way too far to be brushed off as an accident of some kind. Others would come for him, and he had effectively alienated himself from all of the pony kind for at least a lifetime or two.

Focusing on the task at hand, he gently ran his hands down the back of the pony before him, he pushed the toy forward once again, causing Pinkie Pie to groan softly.

“There, isn’t that much better? Isn’t it much nicer to just relax like this? Hmm?” Pinkie Pie didn’t respond for a few moments, and he was sure that it was because she was greatly enjoying herself, but a moment later he realized that he had made a grave mistake.

The pink pony propelled herself backwards rather suddenly, catching him completely off-guard as he was sure that no creature would be able to think straight with a toy wedged in their brain, but somehow Pinkie Pie was putting up a fight regardless of how scrambled her brain might have been.

He moved over to her bedside cabinet before she could properly get her bearings and prove that she was more than able to put up a fight.

Her bedside cabinet was filled with toys of all description and design. For a brief moment he was simply taken aback by the near-complete catalog of colorful silicone sex toys before him, but he didn’t have time to ponder, pulling out a much larger toy that appeared to be an imitation of a dolphin penis.

Honestly, he was pretty ashamed just by the fact that he was able to easily identify it, but he bought the toy over to Pinkie Pie and shoved the tapered tip earnestly into her ear.

The pink pony let out a soft squeak as the toy was shoved into her, her eyes rolling back slightly as her tongue lolled from out of her maw. He pushed the toy forward further, a mad glint in her eye as the toy disappeared deeper into her mind.

Pinkie Pie produced a noise somewhere between a deflating balloon and a squeak, just like with a lot of things that involved the pink pony, he wasn’t sure how she did it.

“There? Isn’t that better?” He asked, but this time his voice was tentative, by this point Pinkie Pie had already done three things that by all accounts should have been completely impossible.

Pinkie Pie gave a contented twitch, and he was sure that it was her finally giving in. Unfortunately, the exact opposite seemed to be true. Spike was getting pretty sick of all of these games, but suddenly being launched backwards through the air by the immense strength of somepony who’s diet consisted mostly of pastries.

It was a shock, but by this point he was getting pretty used to this mare constantly being prepared to pull bullshit out of nowhere.#

He pulled another toy out of the draw. Clearly he was just trying to scramble her at this point, as this toy was huge, with a wide flare at the base. He couldn’t even identify the animal it was based on, but the tip wasn’t tapered, instead being pointed and cruel looking, to the point that it looked like it would be painful to insert. He didn’t peg Pinkie Pie as the type to enjoy the more extreme side of kinks.

Shoving the toy into her other ear, she spammed on the bed as her eyes flew wide, her hind legs gripping him firmly and attempting to pull him closer to her. He hadn’t expected such a strong reaction, but he wasn’t about to argue with it.

Her legs were powerful, even stronger then he could imagine for one that subsisted on cakes. It felt like he was locked in place, and Pinkie Pie seemed to be greatly enjoying it. Her sky blue eyes stared at him intently, seeming to peer through the haze of the mind-fucking with lustful intent blazing brightly inside of them.

One of her ears had two toys jammed in it, and the other had a toy large enough to cause problems for most mares, and yet she still seemed to be in charge of the situation.

He couldn’t really fight back against her without hurting her, he had simply been defending himself, and anything further would likely break his moral code.

Gripping the toys firmly, he began to work them in and out of the pink mare, doing his best to completely fry her and get her to let go of his hips before her hooves tightened any more and threatened to crush his bones to powder.

He pushed the toys all the way in, watching as she squirmed and struggled beneath him.

The toys wedged in her brain certainly didn’t seem to be doing Pinkie Pie many flavors in the realm of thinking, although she didn’t seem to hate that, those blue eyes fluttering softly as she turned her head to look at him.

He wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work, right now he wanted nothing more than to bury himself firmly inside of her and pump his load deep into that well padded rear of hers, fill her up with his thick draconic load.

At the same time, he wanted to take the toys out and allow himself to indulge in plowing her brains senseless, but he didn’t trust Pinkie Pie to not suddenly pull some immense amount of bullshit from out of nowhere and injure him again. He was still hurting from the last fight that had taken place, and didn’t fancy another one.

In the end, he decided that plowing her plump rear was likely the best call that he could make, moving his talons down to rub over her plump rear with a firm squeeze over her cutiemarks, markers of a ponies special talent that appeared around the time they came of age.

Pinkie Pie had three balloons in different colours, signaling that her special talent was parties. It seemed like a strange talent, but over her many years on the mortal plane she had brought joy to thousands. Spike respected her a lot for that, and as his claws slowly explored her body, he felt his member twitching to life, the spined draconic member more than ready to make itself aquainted with her private party parts.

Before he went on and delved into the main course however, he wanted to have some fun. He reached out his claws and firmly grasped her hind hooves, moving them up so that they pressed into either side of his member.

They were soft, and her legs were immensely powerful despite her diet that consisted mainly of baked goods and sweets. Thick muscle mixed with a soft padding around the thighs made her a strange example of fitness and thickness that would drive most stallions crazy.

He gently thrust himself back and forth against her hooves, feeling the perfectly ponicured hooves rubbing around his member, making him groan out in pleasure as he moved those claws further up and groped them against her thighs.

Throughout all of this, Pinkie Pie was still proving to be quite stoic, basking in the enjoyment of haywire pleasure neurons that made her twitch and quiver occasionally, but otherwise kept her as a pacified puppet that he was free to have his way with, and he was greatly enjoying every moment of it.

His hips slowly worked into a smooth motion, twitching excitedly against the rough surface of her hooves as his tongue spilled forth from his maw and dangled down from it.

He could feel the hunger welling up inside of him, and he couldn’t take teasing and denying himself any further, firmly taking a grip of her flank as he lined up his cock with the entrance of her snatch, having to pull her plump, pink furred cheeks apart to get a proper look at it.

The sight was one that would drive most stallions into a frenzy, as he had been expecting, her clit spilling from the underside of her snatch and winking excitedly at him, the slightest hint of her inner flesh spilling from out of her vaginal cavity, teasing at what lay in store.

Before another word could be uttered, he pushed himself forward and gave a soft grunt as her folds parted for him and hugged firmly around his member.

Pleasure rolled through his whole body, and for a few moments he fought with it, struggling to not pump blindly back and forth into her like he was some kind of animal.

Pinkie Pie’s insides felt like heaven around his length, the random convulsions from her scrambled thought patterns sending him to new heights of bliss that he had not thought possible. This was his first time having proper sex with a pony on a bed, and he was absolutely loving it. He wanted more of this, he wanted this with Rarity and every one of his friends, he deserved it, he was a dragon, and they were merely ponies, they should be paying tribute to him.

He felt his body starting to grow from the rampant greed taking root in his heart. It was a common thing for dragons who got overcome by greed to find themselves growing several sizes. That was how the immense beasts found guarding giant hoards of gold came to be.

But now was not the time to be thinking about that. When he had been younger, his greed had overtaken him and he had lost himself inside of it. He was older, smarter and tougher then he had been then however, and he tempered his greed with a resolve fashioned through years of hardship.

Pinkie Pie stared back at him with those blue eyes, the anger and confusion seemed to have faded from her, replaced with mindless lust where she simply basked in the pleasure that his cock was bringing her.

Spike gripped her fat flanks firmly, all those years of baked goods and exercise making her into the perfect sex toy for him to use. He was still new to this sex thing however, and soon his member was twitching excitedly, begging to blow his fertile load deep inside of the thick mare and attempt to knock her up.

He did his best to try and hold off, to keep thrusting into her for a few more minutes, but unfortunately it simply wasn’t possible. Her walls were clenching around him and begging for his seed so greedily that he was in no place to deny them, and with a few more rapid thrusts, he suddenly felt his peak slam into him.

It wasn’t a slow build up, it wasn’t like water building behind a dam as he had seen it be described in books and comics, instead it was as if someone had suddenly overloaded every pleasure nerve in his body.

His head snapped back rather suddenly and he let out a primal howl of pleasure, those emerald green orbs rolling back in his head as his talons firmly dug into her flank. His cock twitched rapidly, those spines digging into her walls and trying to get her to produce eggs for his cum to rain down upon, but regardless of whether or not that succeeded, he soon found himself completely overwhelmed by a second wave of pleasure.

Spike’s cock twitched softly and began to fire off thick ropes of fertile draconic seed, just as it had done with Twilight. His load was fired off deep inside of her. He didn’t know what it was about the pink mare, but something about the way she clenched around his length, and something about being so close to her womb sent him to new heights of pleasure.

His body desperately attempted to produce and fire off as many ropes of cum as it could, and he had no choice but to go along with the ride, desperately pumping his hips back and forth in an attempt to bury his load as deep inside of her as he could get it.

As soon as his seed begin to backwash out of her, he felt the strength starting to fade from out of his body as the weight of his afterglow hit him like a sledgehammer.

He tried his best to brush it off however, pulling his cock from out of her and letting his seed spill free. His breathing was heavy, and he felt tired, but he had to get back home and-

Pinkie Pie nestled up next to him, a slight, contented smile etched onto her face. He felt his heart melt just a little, and in that moment, the weight of his climax begin to weigh down upon him again.

As he nestled against her soft pink fur, he began to realize that maybe taking a rest wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He could allow himself a short nap, even kings need their rest after all.

Pinkie Pie still had several sex toys haphazardly wedged into her skull, something that he didn’t feel like rectifying, because for the moment it seemed to be keeping her pacified. The dragon’s eyes felt heavy. Thoughts scattered into a haze of pleasure, and as he nestled himself into the side of the pink mare, he felt himself slowly starting to drift off into the realm of dreams.

A smile spread across his face, and he hugged Pinkie Pie close as the waking world slipped away from him, the last thing he recalled being the scent of flour and sweetness, before the land of dreams carried him away.