Power Ponies: Humdrum's Admirers
Chapter #1: Midnight Snack
Superhero life is a bizarre state to be in by nature. On one hand, you spend your life fighting super villains and criminals, making some of the hardest choices you could ask of a person, and risk your life on the daily even when people might not always be appreciative of that fact.
On the other hand…it’s one of the most amazing jobs on the planet, nearly incomparable. You get to see things most people never will, and meet some pretty amazing people. Such was the hand dealt to one Spike Drake, otherwise known as Humdrum, teammate of the Power Ponies. Sometimes, the job could be a mixed bag, but most days…
“Pssst, Spike! Wanna play a game?”
…most days, it was still kinda a chore.
Looking away from his binoculars, Spike fixed the ever energetic woman beside him with an unamused scowl. Pinkie Pie, better known by her hero alias Fili-Second, was one of the funniest, most energized people he knew. Unfortunately, that also made her next to useless on a stakeout, which was their current mission.
“Why Twilight thought this was a good idea is beyond me…even Dash would have been better suited for this.” He grumbled mentally before shaking his head and sighing. “Pinkie, come on. We gotta keep an eye out for Mane-iac and her cronies.”
“But Spiiiiike! Stake outs are so boring!” Pinkie whined in protest, throwing her head back in the process and making her entire body jiggle slightly as she pouted. Spike flushed crimson at the way her skin-tight suit seemed to hug her curves absolutely perfectly, leaving frightfully little to the imagination.
See, there was one more ultra specific downside to being a superhero; being the youngest member on a team of stacked, incredibly beautiful spandex clad women. Sure, it sounds like every teenage boy’s dream, but the truth was, ever since he turned 19, the girls had started treating him…differently.
It started off with small stuff, little things he normally wouldn’t think twice about. Dash and Applejack invited him to join them for their workout sessions, Fluttershy and Rarity hung around him more often when he was watching movies or working on gear, Pinkie would sneak him the odd baked good or snack, and Twilight…well, Twilight asked him to help catalog Celesita’s files with her more than once.
The actual problem started to arise when other strange occurrences started to become more frequent. He’d caught Rainbow Dash and Applejack staring at him between sets in the gym, or when they asked him to be their spotter. Fluttershy and Rarity grew far more physically affectionate, hugging and squeezing him often. Pinkie would often “forget” her towel every now and then after taking a shower and proceeding to stroll by his room nice and slow.
And Twilight? She’d taken to basically all of the above whenever they worked together…save the towel part, of course. She’d genuinely forgotten her towel once, and she was so embarrassed when he accidentally ran into her as she was returning to her room that she flushed about as red as AJ’s uniform.
The point is that the girls seemed to suddenly take an unprecedented interest in him, more than just as a teammate or friend judging by the less than subtle jokes Dash and Pinkie cracked on occasion. It was…a lot to deal with, frankly. Spike could face down super-powered psychos and corrupt city officials, but suddenly being the object of affection of his six closest friends in the world? That was a new kind of hurdle he wasn’t prepared for.
“Spikey? You okay?” Pinkie suddenly enquired, making him jump as he realized that the pink haired speedster was now staring at him with a playfully inquisitive expression. “You’ve been spaced out for like five minutes! Something interesting on your mind~?”
A playful smirk worked its way up her face at that last comment, further flustering Spike as she leaned forward slightly, arms crossed under her bust to pronounce it further. He sputtered and fumbled for words, before eventually turning his gaze away and hastily clearing his throat.
“N-no, I just…I was thinking of other stuff, that’s all!” He defended weakly, quickly fixing his attention back on the nearby warehouse as he brought the binoculars back up to his face. Get it together, Spike! Pinkie’s just teasing you, same as always. Focus up, we could need to be ready any minute now!
“Mmm…oki doki loki!” Pinkie chirped without much fuss, turning back to follow his gaze, squinting in the direction of the worn down building for a few seconds. “...so…when do you think they’ll get here?”
“I dunno, Pinkie…Twilight said around midnight, since that is usually when we catch Mane-iac’s movements on camera.” Spike explained, before hazarding a glance at his watch and grimacing. It was only 11, no way Pinkie was gonna be able to keep in her energy for that long. “Listen…how about we go in shifts? I’ll keep an eye out until midnight, then we can switch off. Deal?”
Pinkie’s eyes lit up, and before he could protest, he suddenly found himself in an ironclad hug from the pink speedster, flushing a vibrant crimson as his head found its way squarely against her impressive chest as she spun them around.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the absolute bestest, Spikey!” She cheered, eventually releasing him and allowing him to get his bearings as his eyes continued to spin wildly. “You know what? I’ll swing by Sugarcube Corner! Grab us some sweets to hold us over while we wait!”
Once he finished getting his bearings, Spike considered Pinkie’s proposal. Honestly, it wasn’t a half bad deal: Pinkie was fast enough that she could get back to him if he needed her for an emergency, and more importantly…he was starving, so a good snack did sound quite appealing.
“Sounds good, Pinkie. See you in a few!” He agreed with a thumbs up, smiling warmly at his teammate before she sped off in a plur of pink, shaking his head fondly as he looked back out over the roof’s edge to the warehouse across the way. “No more distractions. Just focus on the mission, not Pinkie’s teasing…or her smile…or the way her suit hugs her curves just right…oh, come on! I can’t even focus when she’s not here!”
He glanced about, checking the rooftop and the streets below to see if anyone was in eyesight. It wasn’t exactly a smart idea, given he was in public…but he was so damn pent up at this point, who gave a shit?! Quickly darting away from the roof’s edge, he made his way around to the shadowy side of the rooftop entrance and started to undo his pants.
“Alright, Spike, you got this. Just a quick rub, get your head straight, and then get back to work…” He muttered to himself, letting his uniform drop along with his boxers and sighing as he took his length into his hand, a shuddery breath escaping him. “For once, I hope Pinkie takes her time…”
“Oh, I’m definitely gonna take my time with this~”
Spike’s eyes snapped back open and he let out an embarrassing squawk of surprise seeing Pinkie kneeling before him, a wicked smirk on her face as she licked her lips and eyed up his member. He didn’t even hear her come back, let alone assume this position in front of him!
“P-Pinkie?! How the heck did yo--” He started to question, only to come up short with a shocked groan as the speedster leaned in and planted a playful kiss upon the tip of his prick, leaving behind a hot pink lipstick park as she grinned up at him.
“No time for questions, Spikey! We’ve got work to do, remember?” She hummed, drawing a hand up to gently grip his length, inspecting it was thinly veiled elation as she shifted from her position on her knees, scooting closer. “Who needs snacks from Sugarcube Corner when I’ve got this tasty morsel here all to myself~”
Spike whimpered softly, caught entirely off guard by Pinkie’s sultry and confident demeanor. He was so used to her being a goofball, always looking for that next laugh. Now, on her knees, playing with his cock and eyeing him up like a five star meal? It was a far cry from what he usually expected from her…
And it was concerningly hot.
“P-pinkie…” he moaned softly as she planted more kisses along his length, a sputtery moan slipping out as she licked his tip thoughtfully, as if getting a taste for him. “I-I haven’t…I haven’t done anything like this in a while…”
“You’re not a virgin?! Hah, Sunset owes me twenty bits!” Pinkie crowed in a familiar ecstatic tone, before clearing her throat and shooting him a half lidded gaze that made his knees weak. “No worries, though, I’ll be sure to take it easy on you…at least to start~”
And then, with little more warning, she took his tip into her mouth and started to swirl her tongue around him lazily. Spike’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and he let out a pathetic groan as he braced himself against the wall behind him, shuddering breaths escaping him as Pinkie started to bob her head gently, steadily taking in another inch…than two more…than three.
“Fuck…Pinkie~!” He panted her name desperately, unable to get much more out as he was bombarded by the warm, wet pleasure as she gradually took in his entire length, his tip brushing the back of her throat as his head spun. “D-don’t…you dare…stop~”
He wasn’t sure what possessed him to go quiet that lewd with his pleas, but apparently it was the right call as Pinkie’s baby blue eyes lit up with a dangerous gleam, drawing back from his length slowly…before her hands suddenly gripped his thighs and she dove right back in, now bobbing her head more aggressively.
That was enough to make Spike lose any sense of time. Suddenly, the world became a mess of intense pleasure, his hands tangled in pink curls as he moaned, begged, and praised the incredible woman who was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
He wasn’t sure when exactly he started to reach his limit, but at some point or another the steady rhythm of glck, glck, glck! that echoed out below him started to get faster, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god…Pinkie, I-I’m getting close!” He warned her, his grip weakening on her hair as he gave her the opportunity to back off and pull back. However, she seemed to have other plans in mind, as she instead tightened her grip on his thighs and took him in fully one last time, holding him in her throat as those gorgeous eyes of hers flicked right up to stare him down.
That was more than enough to get him to break. He threw his head back with a throaty moan, rewarding the woman with a thick, hot load of his seed straight into her waiting mouth. Pinkie, for her part, moaned constantly and lapped down every single drop he had to offer, pulling back after ten seconds and releasing his member with a sharp pop! as she grinned up at him, fighting to catch her breath.
“W-wowie, Spikey…I didn’t realize you were so pent up!” She laughed, before that sultry look from before crossed her face as she rose up to her feet, her hand sinking slowly along her suit and making Spike’s eyes follow, his breath catching in his throat as he found the soaked wet spot staining the crotch of her white suit. She leaned in close then, whispering into his ear as she gave his earlobe a teasing nibble. “I can help you deal with that in much more fun ways than just my mouth~”
Spike couldn’t find his words, he felt like his heart was about to pound right out of his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, gulping thickly as he tried to come up with a proper retort that wasn’t an immediate hell yes--
A chirp of both their communicators finally broke the tension of the moment, almost making Spike sigh in relief as he hastily answered the call, Pinkie leaning back with an almost annoyed expression.
“H-hey, Twilight! What’s up?”
“Hey, Spike. Good news; Applejack and Rarity tracked down Mane-iac’s location. You and Pinkie are off the hook for tonight!” She chirped through the device, her tone pleasant and warm, entirely unaware of the eager look Pinkie was giving the boy before her as she listened in on the transmission. “Should I expect you guys back soon?”
Spike weighed his options carefully, taking in the hungry look the pink-haired minx before him was sending his way, as well as the fact that his cock still twitched gently with energy and vigor, not out of the fight quite yet. This was a bad idea, granted. Horrendous in every sense of the word…and yet, he couldn’t stop himself now.
“Maybe in an hour or so…I think Pinkie and I are gonna grab a snack first.”
Power Ponies: Humdrum's Admirers
Chapter #2: Shower of Affection
Spike shut his locker and dusted off his hands, having just finished checking his gear for any damage after brawling with the Diamond Dogs after catching them mid bank robbery. It’d been a close fight, but thanks to some back-up from Rarity and Twilight, they managed to take the would-be robbers down.
Both women had fussed over him initially after the MPD hauled the Diamond Dogs away, but he assured them he was fine. Whatever hits he’d taken during the fight wouldn’t be enough to keep him down…but he most certainly did need a shower.
Grabbing a towel from the bench beside him, he marched down to the locker room showers and took his place in one of the stalls, humming pleasantly to himself as he did so. Usually, he’d just head back to his room and take a shower there, but since the rest of the girls were out and about in the city, not like he had to worry about any of them busting in on him.
As he switched on the water and let the warmth of the shower loosen his tense joints, his mind drifted back to the subject of this team of theirs. The girls had come a long way in the three years they’d worked together, and hell, so had he! He couldn’t even have imagined being where he was now three years ago, it was wild…
Wasn’t the only wild thought to cross his mind that afternoon, either…
The truth was, the evening he spent with Pinkie Pie a few days prior had been playing on his mind almost constantly. As he started to scrub himself, he let out a soft moan as he recalled how the night had escalated.
Pinkie let loose a wanton moan as she threw her ass back with a speed and dexterity that only a speedster could manage, keeping Spike firmly pressed against the wall as she utterly rocked his world. His cock slipped in and out of her soaking wet cunt repeatedly, milking a torrent of equally euphoric noises from the young man.
“S-so good, Pinkie…I-I don’t know if I can hold out much longer!” He pleased breathlessly, sweat forming along his brow as he gripped onto the wall behind him for dear life, having retracted his hands from her waist since she’d taken up this intense speed.
“D-don’t worry about it, Spikey…just let it all out…give Pinkie a nice cream filling~ She purred between pants, glancing over her shoulder back at him with a slutty stare that made him throb gently inside her. He was steadily realizing that the cheerful, enthusiastic woman was worryingly good at dirty talk.
Her words did the trick, and he steadily ramped up towards his inevitable climax. His hands shot out and gripped both her cheeks firmly, earning him a delightful yelp of pleasure from the woman as he groaned and finally allowed himself to--
“Spikey, darling? Is that you in there?”
His eyes snapped open and his hand left his shaft as a choked sound of confusion slipped out of him at the unexpected voice. “R-rarity?! I-I thought you and Twilight were out on patrol still!”
“Well, we were, but she was kind enough to call it off early after receiving a message from Professor Celestia. Something about a “princess emergency” was all I was told before she teleported off.” Rarity hummed from outside the stall, the sound of her heeled boots clacking along the locker room floor as she walked. “I apologize if I started you, Spike. I wasn’t aware you were down here either.”
“Y-Yup, just…taking a shower!” He chuckled nervously, quickly resuming his scrubbing as his prick throbbed angrily at the sudden neglect. At least Rarity didn’t arrive a few seconds later to hear him finish…
“Of course, I’ll be out of your hair soon enough!” The purple-haired woman called out to him, the sound of a locker opening implying she was grabbing something from her locker. Spike tried his best to just calm down and play it cool. With any luck, she’d be out of here within the minute if all went well.
He heard footsteps approaching him a few seconds later, now without the telltale clacking of her heels. He assumed that meant she’d ditched her uniform and was likely headed out…or at least that’s what he expected before she knocked on the stall door, making him jump again.
“D-did you need something, Rarity..?” He stuttered out, his eyes widening dramatically as the stall door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a sheepish looking woman on the other side, wrapped in a lavender towel. His voice trailed off into a baffled sputter as Rarity took a dainty step closer.
“I apologize for the sudden request, darling, but would you mind if I joined you for a moment? No point in wasting the water in another stall while you’re finishing up here~” She asked, batting her eyelashes playfully at him as she entered the stall proper. Spike, to his credit, spun around as she started to loosen her towel, squeaking out a muttered confirmation.
Truth be told, a part of him already realized what he was in for. They lived in a mansion provided to them by Professor Celestia, and Rarity had certainly never cared about wasting water before. She clearly had another objective in mind, which was solidified fully as he felt two warm, soft globes pressed against his back, letting out a soft squeak as Rarity leaned against him, water washing over them both.
“Mmm…isn’t this nice, Spikey?” She purred softly, her hands suddenly snaking forward and tracing along his stomach, inspecting every inch of him with care as they started to work lower. “We don’t get enough alone time these days, do we? Always a mission, or one of Pinkie’s eccentric game nights…I do love the girls so, but I’m always disappointed having to sacrifice time for just me and you~”
“Y-yeah, me too…” Spike whimpered, a soft moan escaping him as Rarity’s hand continued lower, finally stumbling upon her prize and gripping his length gingerly, fingertips tracing along him up towards his tip as she hummed quietly.
“Mmm, Pinkie wasn’t lying…you are quite big~” She praised with a light titter, swiping a thumb over his tip before leaning beside his ear, her sultry voice like a siren song slowly taking Spike over. “Turn around for me, darling…there’s something I want to give you~”
At this point, he was too far gone to even fathom refusing. As her arms drew back, he turned to face her and once more felt his breath catch at the utterly heartstopping sight of the gorgeous woman getting on her knees before him, eyeing him up not too differently from how Pinkie did. It only got worse as her blue eyes snapped up to meet his one, a suave smile still playing on her lips.
“Now, I assume you’re well acquainted with these, aren’t you, Spikey-Wikey~?” She purred, propping up her breasts by wrapping one arm underneath them, bouncing them gingerly as his eyes widened further, his cock throbbing gently in approval at the gesture. “I’ve caught you staring at them more than once, you know. Always trying so hard to be a gentleman, but you couldn’t resist just a peak or two, could you~?”
As she teased him, her hand wrapped comfortably around his member once more, gently slipping it between her breasts as water continued to wash over them both, a choked moan escaping as she enveloped him in the plush mounds, giggling softly at the errotic look that followed on his face as he tried to catch his breath.
“Goodness, it’s so warm! Fits just right between them, wouldn’t you agree?” He teased him as she started to bounce her breasts, adjusting her grip to squish them together and keep him firmly trapped, the head of his prick bobbing up and out from between them repeatedly.
“Oh, god…Rares~” Spike groaned as he fought to keep eye contact with her, green meeting blue in an intimate exchange as he Rarity stopped bouncing and instead let him thrust between her breasts, steadily picking up pace as he panted and groaned. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about something like this…”
The sentiment seemed to make the pale woman preen in delight, giving her tits another enticing squeeze before her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she dipped her head slightly, allowing his tip to brush it repeatedly. This seemed like just the motivation he needed as he really started to pick up steam, bucking and thrusting against her chest with a fresh torrent of needy noises.
“That’s it, Spikey, keep fucking my tits…show me just how much you adore them~!” She egged him on further with a raunchy smirk, eyes still locked as she felt his cock throb in approval at her uncharacteristically lewd language. While she prided herself on keeping her conduct prim and proper, she couldn’t deny that it was so very worth it to act a smidge uncouth if it meant hearing more of Spike’s euphoric moans.
All too soon, Spike started to feel the familiar need for release churn in his chest, burning and desperate as he picked up the pace one last time, moaning loudly and without shame as his tip continued to slip into Rarity’s mouth occasionally, excitement clear on her face as his cock throbbed hard between her firm mounds.
“I can tell you’re close, Spikey…cum for me, cum all over my tits!” She demanded urgently, driving him right over the edge as he let out a final strangled yell before blasting fresh ropes of hot spunk across her chest, earning another satisfied hum for his efforts as she turned her attention to the mess he’d made before looking back up to his face, still smiling brightly. “Mmm, you certainly seem like you needed that…did I live up to those fantasies of yours, darling~?”
“Better than anything I could imagine.” He assured her breathlessly, cheeks a vibrant red from exertion and embarrassment of being in such an intimate position with someone he cared for. Rarity chuckled warmly at his praise, rising to her feet and letting the water wash away the cum staining her chest, turning her adoring smile back to the young man before her.
“Wonderful, I’m happy to have surpassed your expectations!” She laughed, before a flirtatious look crossed her face as she closed the distance between them, gently pushing Spike back against the closest wall. “Of course, we both should clean up after having our fun together…but that doesn’t mean the fun has to stop, does it~?”
Spike gulped thickly, truly taking it in for a moment that his teammates, friend, and long-time crush currently had him pinned to a wall while they were both stark naked and was offering up more sexy times for the both of them…maybe there were more perks to superhero work than he realized.
Twilight was starting to suspect that something was going on with her teammates.
Over the last few days, the girls had started to act a little bit…differently. Specifically when it came to Spike, no less, which didn’t help things in the slightest.
First, he and Pinkie returned from their midnight stakeout mission almost an hour after she checked in on them, both looking exhausted but suspiciously content as well. She didn’t think too much of it at first, of course, knowing that a night working with Pinkie Pie would leave anyone worn out…
But then a similar occurrence followed a few days later, with Rarity and Spike leaving the locker room only seconds apart, both looking quite content. That was when Twilight started to get suspicious…and it only got worse as the team ate dinner together that night.
Setting down their food on the large table in the common room, Twilight had glanced over towards where the rest of her friends were waiting, and noticed just how they all seemed to fawn over Spike…it was no secret among the girls that they all admired their green haired friend, of course. They’d spoken about it more than once, dare she even say plotted.
However, seeing them all lounge together, with Spike practically in Fluttershy’s lap with the rest of the girls surrounding him on either side, eyeing him up like a fresh rib-eye steak and watching one another like a competing pack of lionesses...
The thought occurred that they just might have a problem in the near future…
