Cold Blood, Fiery Passion

“Oh wow,” Spike breathed as she stepped back to get a better look at the expansive crib.

“Rarity picked out the color,” Applejack noted.

Smiling broadly, Spike turned to face her friends. Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie sat or stood around her. She’d had no doubt that they’d accept the invitation to her egg shower, especially because it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to get around easily, although the sight of them, as well as the gifts they’d brought, warmed the depths of her heart.

As her eyes drifted from the cradle down to her belly, a contented sigh escaped her. She’d fantasized about siring Shaka a foal or two, yet she’d always assumed such a thing would be impossible - fortunately for her, she’d been proven wrong. Clenching around the thick plug in her tush, she snickered.

What she’d presumed was a mere wedding gift, the sex-toy that Celestia had given her, was anything but. While she didn’t fully understand it, in spite of Twilight explaining it several times, the butt-plug had been heavily enchanted by none other than the Princesses, all four of them, to ensure her wish would become a reality.

“Jeez - Spike, just how many eggs do you even have in there?” Pinkie giggled.

Spike caressed her abdomen while lifting her gaze to the party pony of renown. “Three.”

“Maybe four,” Twilight chimed in. “It’s hard for us to be entirely sure, considering they have a tendency to shift around.”

Brushing a lock of mane from her face, Rarity beamed. “Spike, dearest, are you sure I couldn’t convince you to model some maternity items for me? I may not have that many draconic customers, and fewer still with your - Ahem - unique traits, but you’d look simply ravishing strutting the runway in one of my dresses.”

Spike’s cheeks darkened as she ground her thighs together. “T…thanks, Rarity, but I don’t think that -”

“You should,” a sonorous voice intoned. Everypony present, including the singular, scaled non-pony, turned as Shaka saw himself into the living room. “A maternal beauty like yourself should be proud to show herself off.”

“She is pretty hot,” Pinkie chirped. Scampering over to Spike’s side, she buried her face in the blushing dragon’s budding cleavage. “Shf mmmph nnf mphmph!”

Rocking back to her haunches, Applejack pinched the bridge of her snout. “Ya know we can’t understand you, Pinkie ~ right?”

Pinkie withdrew and grinned from ear to ear. “I said she’s even got boobies!”

“Speaking of which,” Rarity exclaimed as she levitated a gift bag from the Carousel Boutique into the air, “here you are. These should fit you - at least for the time being.”

“Let me guess,” Spike began as she plucked the parcel from the air, “a bra?”

Rarity’s knowing smirk affirmed her suspicions, though she couldn’t help but take a peek at the undergarment. After opening the bag and thrusting a clawed hand inside, she felt not one or two but at least four brassieres. It should have come as no surprise that the couture would leap at the opportunity to craft something new, having mares and quadrupeds for most of her business, although it was still a bit jarring to be given a king’s ransom in lingerie.

“I took the liberty to give each of them removable nursing pads, if only so you can avoid getting too leaky while in public,” Rarity added.

“Are - um…” Fluttershy mumbled.

Spike peaked a brow over at the softspoken mare. “Are…?”

Shaking her head, Fluttershy kept her eyes on the floor. “N…nevermind…”

“Flutters wants to know if you’ll try them on,” Rainbow Dash groaned from the sofa. “She’s been talking constantly about how she wants to see you nurse your foals or dragons or whatever once they’re - Mmmph?!”

Having sailed across the room, Fluttershy clamped a hoof over Dash’s muzzle. “I d…didn’t say any of t…those things…”

“Uh-huh,” Spike softly grunted. She had to believe that there’d been a grain of truth in what Dash had said, given Fluttershy’s beet red face and haste to defend herself, but she wasn’t bothered - in fact, she was actually quite flattered. “Fluttershy, do you want me to try one of them on?”

“N…no,” Fluttershy muttered before lowering her voice to a faint whisper. “M…m…maybe…”

Keeping the bag in her hand, Spike turned and lazily made for the exit. “Alright, alright - twist my arm,” she joked while waving back at the mares. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mind if I -” Shaka was silenced as Spike walked by and pressed a finger to his lips.

“You stay right here and entertain our guests, mister,” Spike huffed.

She didn’t even look at him while she continued toward the bedroom - not because she didn’t love him with all her heart, nor because she didn’t want to spend time with him, but because she knew good and gosh darn well that any privacy with him, regardless of whether they had visitors or not, would result in one thing and one thing only - obscenity. Her libido had always been what she’d considered healthy, and it had only gotten stronger after she’d met Shaka, yet it had become downright maddening as her pregnancy had progressed. Sex was almost constantly on her mind, she was in a constant state of arousal, and she’d learned that she couldn’t trust herself around her big, strong, fat-cocked…

“No,” she grumbled to herself. “I am going to behave today…”

The words gave her little comfort as she entered her room and closed the door behind herself. Simply seeing her bed and smelling the stallionly musk lingering in the air was enough to set her heart fluttering, but she wasn’t going to fall victim to her hormonally driven compulsions. Twilight and her friends had gone for the day, she was going to abstain from doing anything lewd.

Coming to a halt before her vanity, she sat the bag down and lifted her hands to the collar of her shirt. She’d never been the biggest fan of wearing clothing, excluding on special occasions or if she was trying to seduce Shaka, although she’d become increasingly self-conscious about her appearance. As she removed and flung the piece of attire to the side, her eyes drifted back to her reflection.

Two years prior, before she’d met Shaka, she wouldn’t have recognized herself. Her height, the color of her scales, and her eyes were unchanged - the same couldn’t be said for the rest of her. Even with the added weight of the three large eggs gestating within her, she’d packed on a considerable number of pounds over the last few months. Running a hand down her waist and to her hip, she sighed.

Yeah, she’d put on more than a few pounds, and most of it had accumulated in two places. Her once slender legs had grown considerably, with her thighs becoming so plump that they rubbed together when she walked, although they couldn’t hold a candle to her backside. She turned in place, looked over her shoulder at the vanity, and scrunched her snout indignantly.

To put it bluntly, she’d developed quite a kaboose. She used to be proud of her slender figure, pleased as punch with her slim, twink-like physique, although now she was torn. While Shaka absolutely adored her big, pillowy rear, it was odd being so - well, shapely. Placing her hands on her knees, she cautiously bent over and lifted her tail.

The soft, doughy mounds of her rump concealed the plug lodged in her - which was a bit of a mixed blessing. Yes, her ample backside prevented Twilight and the gang from knowing she’d been traipsing about all morning with a sex-toy in her ass, yet having a big, fat ass wasn’t something she was used to. She told herself that she’d shed the weight after she birthed her clutch, that she’d join a gym and mind her diet until she was back to her usual, svelte self, although that was much easier said than done.

Grunting as she straightened up, she faced the mirror and brought her hands to her chest. Even if she was able to regain her athletic physique, there were certain parts of her that couldn’t be changed so easily. Her initial assumption about her breasts, as outlandish as it had been, was ultimately proven completely correct. Resting atop her taut, distended belly, two squishy, extraordinarily sensitive tits had developed.

“Great,” she groused, seeing white beads form on her nipples.

Dragon whelps didn’t normally breastfeed, but the unusual nature of her pregnancy had ensured that her unborn young would have plenty of milk to drink. Twilight’s best guess was that the uniqueness of her situation had given her a chimeric mix of traits, but she’d stopped trying to understand it. She was a dragoness who used to be a male, she had a pair of tits, and she was less than a month away from delivering a trio of eggs, so logic and rationality were two of the only things that were lacking from her life.

She snatched up a tissue and wiped away the twin rails of milk rolling down her stomach. “Stupid - Nnnf.”

Sweet Celestia - even touching her nipples was enough to send a bolt of pleasure through her. Just like that, irrespective of her intentions to abstain from anything lecherous, her mind was assailed by a wave of depravity. Her lactating tits, hefty booty, chubby thighs, and mood swings were all a tremendous headache, although they came with a silver lining - a long, thick, vascular silver lining…

Lurching forward and steadying herself on the vanity, she bucked her hips and milked the butt-plug while squeezing one tit. It was a darn good thing she’d told Shaka to stay put, because she would have been all over him if he’d been in the room - that was, if he hadn’t been all over her first. She’d always assumed that the passion between her and her husband would stabilize after they’d tied the knot, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

The moment they’d gotten confirmation that she’d be having a clutch, it was like a switch had been flipped. Shaka might not have been able to get her more pregnant than she already was, although that hadn’t stopped him from trying! While she would have had every right to be annoyed with his continual advances, nearly having to fend him off with a stick at times, she was just as, if not more horny than he was at any given time.

Sensing pre-cum leaking down her leg, she set her jaw and reigned herself in. “Nope - not gonna do it…”

She’d never been all that religious, but that didn’t stop her from asking for strength from a higher power. Between her rampant lust and Shaka’s willingness to fuck her at any opportunity, she was a mess - heck, even simple things like going shopping or to pay a bill with her hubby often resulted in them sneaking into a bathroom or back alleyway for a quickie! Wrestling control of herself, she snorted and grabbed one of the bras Rarity had given her.

“Just gotta…” she breathed while wriggling into the garment.

With the brassière securely around her chest, she held one hand behind her head and turned her shoulders from side to side. She had a number of bras, yet none of them fit as comfortably or looked as nice as the one she’d just received. As she cupped her bosoms and winked at her reflection, her priorities gradually shifted.

Would Twilight and the mares really be bothered if she took a few minutes to get back? Shaka was keeping everypony company, they all had plenty to talk about, and it wasn’t like there weren’t snacks and sweets available for the occasion - besides, for as gravid as she was, she’d be justified in taking an extended restroom break. Glancing over at her nightstand, she grinned.

Buck it - a quickie to clear her head wouldn’t be the worst thing she could do ~ right? Rushing to her bedside, she leaned forward, reached beneath the piece of furniture, and wrapped her fingers around a long, thick length of silicone. It was exceedingly rare for Shaka not to satiate her, although there had been times when he wasn’t available - because of that, she’d made a few purchases to keep herself busy.

She’d bought and subsequently discarded a number of dildos over the last year, and the one she held was the only one she’d found that could even come close to scratching her amorous itch. The toy was apparently modeled after some Zebrican porn star of renown, although it couldn’t ever compare to what Shaka had to offer. For starters, a lifeless piece of silicone didn’t feel as good as the real deal - secondly and even more prudently, there was more to consider than just having a stuffed hole.

Holding the toy in both hands, she knit her brow. Before she’d gotten knocked up, screwing herself would have been a trivial affair, something she could do in any number of positions, but her added weight and hindered mobility did away with that. She made her decision quickly, settling on a tried and true technique that she could use to get off, clean up, and get back to her friends and lover before raising anypony’s suspicions.

Fast - if there was one thing she needed to do, should she wish to get some relief before going back out to show off her new bra, it was act fast. Hurrying down to the foot of the bed, she dropped the toy onto its broad, weighted base, stepped over the pillar-like shaft, and exhaled. There was more than enough cum and lube in her ass to have her slick enough to handle nearly anything, although that wouldn’t do her any good until she took care of a particular, golden obstruction.

“Hnnnngh,” she grunted, exhaling as she pushed the plug out of herself.

Landing with a dull thud, the toy rolled to one side and came to rest against one leg of the bed. She’d never weighed the plug, nor had she taken the time to measure its exact dimensions, but it did a darn fine job at keeping her loose and ready for action at a moment’s notice - not to mention it was the reason why she’d been able to get knocked up in the first place. She made a mental note to thank Celestia for the umpteenth time while she gradually squatted down.

Barely slowing as the dildo’s girthy head sank into her, she crept lower and lower. Most creatures, particularly creatures her size, would have been hard pressed to accommodate a sex-toy as large as she steadily impaled herself on - lucky for her, she wasn’t most creatures. Shaka had remade her in body and mind, molding her into the perfect little broodmare, and she couldn’t have been more pleased with who and what she’d become.

She lifted her gaze as the medial ring ground against her tender p-spot and looked over at a standing mirror situated against the wall. With her legs obscenely splayed, a glint of gold from between her pudgy thighs was only barely visible. Her cage was one of her greatest treasures, a permanent testament to what she’d lost and gained by marrying Shaka, and it slavered pre-cum to the floor beneath her.

Gliding her hands up her stomach and to her chest, she wantonly fondled her tits as she started to move. The sight of herself riding the toy, seeing the obsidian length smoothly sliding in and out of her well-trained cunt was deliciously inspirational. Try as she might not to become arrogant, she was grounded enough to admit that she looked good - darn good, and she wasn’t the only one who held that sentiment.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to catch stallions eyeing her while she was running errands or out and about before she’d gotten married, although that had become the norm after she’d gotten hitched and properly bred. Studs of all ages and species would sneak glances at her when they thought she wasn’t looking, and it thrilled her to no end. While she’d done nothing more than muse on the idea, idly thinking about it while bored or particularly aroused, she felt certain she could make a comfortable living as a call mare or working in a burlesque house.

She momentarily slowed to haul her bra upward. Her breasts clung to the garment for a moment before flopping free and swaying with her rhythmic movements. Nopony could give her any insight on how large her tits would get, or if they’d get any bigger at all, although a part of her quietly hoped she’d eventually have a pair of massive, engorged udders that would really turn heads wherever she went.

Leaning back and pressing her shoulders against the foot of the bed, she hastened her pace while tweaking and lightly tugging on her nipples. With her clit out of the picture, having been locked away and disused for months on end, she could experience what it was like to be a true dragoness - granted, actual dragonesses didn’t have breasts, but that wasn’t her problem. She was on the fast track to becoming the hottest MILF in Ponyville, her body gave her pleasure that she couldn’t have imagined was possible, and she had the best husband, family, and friends in the whole wide world.

“Nnnf…aaah…buck,” she whimpered, chasing her climax and getting closer with every plunge of her hips.

Even before she had several buns in her oven, riding a toy had been one of her favorite ways of getting off. She typically did the deed by herself, when she was left to her own devices and without her big-dicked hubby to help, although that wasn’t always the case. Like any good housewife, she’d occasionally perform for her lover.

Bouncing her fat ass on a dildo was only going to be a temporary solution, although it should - should sustain her until Twilight and the gang left. She really liked visiting with her mom and friends - still, there was a darn good reason why she and Shaka had gotten a home for themselves. Dwelling on all the times and in all the exotic ways her hubby had taken her, from long, tender nights of lovemaking in bed to ruthlessly plowing her on the washing machine, she skyrocketed toward release.

“Having fun…?”

The deep, dulcet tone tore her back to the present and sent her mind into a tailspin. As she came to an instantaneous, shuddering halt, her head whipped toward the door and the source of the noise. At some point or another, though she couldn’t fathom precisely when, Shaka had let himself in, slinked up to her side, and decided to enjoy the hedonistic show she was putting on.

“Well?” he calmly and quietly urged, towering over her while cocking his head slightly.

With her mouth going dry and throat constricting, she licked her lips. “H…how long h…have you been in here?”

“Does it truly matter?” he smoothly countered. “I was going to ask if you needed help putting on one of those bras, but I can see you had other activities in mind,” he snickered. Extending and drawing a massive forehoof up her neck and to her chin, he lifted her face. “Naughty, naughty little thing.”

Her eyes rolled back, her toes curled, and a small gout of thin, pearly spunk weakly dribbled from her cage. Whether it had been his intention to give her a ruined orgasm, making her cum by catching and lovingly bullying her, was anypony’s guess - still, his domineering presence and playful demeanor was enough to push her past the brink. She couldn’t have said anything if she tried, her sole focus being not to collapse or start mewling, while she glanced over and clamped a hand over her muzzle.

Following her gaze, Shaka looked to the doorway. “Better keep your voice down…”

Oh heck - oh crap? Why ~ why in the world had Shaka left the door cracked open?! Anypony trotting by would be able to see her in a very compromising position if they peeked into her room! Nonplussed, unsure of what to say or do, she swung her eyes upward and to his adonic face.

“Go on,” he hummed, “you may continue.”

The euphoria clouding Spike’s mind was dispelled by apprehension and annoyance. She had climaxed, although it was far from what she’d consider an ideal one - even one derived from a molded piece of silicone. Bringing her claws to the end of the bed, she pushed herself up and unsheathed herself from the toy.

Shaka shied back and pursed his lips. “Not going to finish?”

“I did finish,” she huffed as she leaned forward and peered beneath the bed. Spying the golden plug just out of reach, she gave an exasperated sigh. “Could you get - Eeep!”

She managed to stifle the startled yelp by muzzling herself with a hand. As she grabbed one of the bedposts to steady herself, something hot and decidedly wet was drawn up her taint and to her slack, twitching entrance. Even in her irritated, post-orgasmic state, she knew good and gosh darn well that Shaka had decided to do more than simply spectate.

“Q…quit it,” she protested while tapping her thick tail against the top of his head.

A pang of regret shot through her as Shaka did as she’d asked and backed away, but she’d been given little choice. The door was left partially open, several of her oldest, most cherished friends were just a room or two away, and she didn’t have time for these games. It pained her - mercy be, it pained her to stop Shaka from not taking her right then and there, but indulging him wouldn’t end well for anypony.

Standing up and wheeling around to face him, she went rigid. Shaka hadn’t moved far, still towering above her like a literal goliath, although his expression had shifted slightly. While he’d appeared amused moments prior, now there was a steely look in his eye.

“What if I don’t?” he rumbled. “What if - oh, I don’t know - I pick you up, throw you on the bed, and have my way with you?”

Spike’s heart skipped a beat and a thrill shot through her. “B…but Twilight and -”

“Your mother would expect me to tend to your needs ~ would she not?” Shaka softly interrupted as he inched toward her. “As a matter of fact, I believe she’d be quite disappointed if she discovered that her daughter was so needy, so desperate that she snuck off to plow herself during her own egg shower.”

Though her jaw flapped and pupils shrank, Spike couldn’t find her voice. Was this some sort of trick? Could he actually be considering screwing her while there was company within earshot? What would Twilight say or do if she caught them in the act? Though it was all a bit silly, given that she’d been publicly railed at her wedding, there was a big, big difference between an official ceremony, lewd or otherwise, and somepony sneaking off to get their brains fucked out while at their own party!

Closing the gap between them, Shaka pressed her back to the foot of the bed. “So,” he continued, lowering his head, “to stay in my mother-in-law’s good graces, allow me to give you some real satisfaction…”

Worming his muzzle between her thighs, he lifted her off her feet and guided her onto the mattress. The bed was tall, standing so high that she ordinarily needed a stepping stool to get on the thing, although it was perfectly sized to fit one gargantuan stallion and his small, affectionate mate. Spike gulped as she looked down, locked eyes with him, and watched his tongue run over his big, pillowy lips.

“You are my wife, I respect you more than virtually anypony on the planet, and that’s why I’ll leave you with a choice,” Shaka whispered. “Either we leave now, pretend this didn’t happen, and you show off that cute little bra, or you spread your legs, show me that succulent pussy of yours, and have me show you what a real good time is…”

“I…I…” Spike stammered.

Her better judgment told her she should halt things then and there, to control herself until her company had departed, yet the most primal parts of her mind beseeched her to push the envelope. She was completely aware that doing anything with him was an egregiously bad idea, that she wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet and that her protracted absence would court disaster - nevertheless, the temptation coursing through her was palpable. Grappling with her indecision, Shaka kissed his way up her inner thigh and to her belly.

“So big, so motherly,” he purred. “How many foals would you like me to give you?”

Taken off guard by the question, Spike blinked. “I - um…”

Rearing onto his hind legs, he placed his forehooves to either side of her torso while lowering his lips to her heaving chest. “Surely, you’d want more than the hoofful within you now.”

His assertion was true, she wouldn’t deny that, and the notion set her mind alight. Visions of herself surrounded by little striped foals playing with one another, while holding and allowing a pair to nurse from her breasts, assailed her. She didn’t want to give him an heir - on the contrary, she wanted to sire him a dynasty.

“A…a lot,” she croaked.

He breathed hotly on her nipple and peeked up at her. “A dozen? More than a dozen? Tell me, would you like me to pump a new brood into you as soon as you’ve given birth?”

Only barely able to stop her hand from clutching his mane and pulling him to her tit, she nodded. “Y…yeah…”

“It would be my honor - nay, my privilege to keep you heavy with foals,” he murmured. “With that fertile womb, these soon to be prolific bosoms, and your alluring physique, you’ll make the job all too easy for me…”

She gasped as he latched onto and began suckling on her breast. Her nipples had always been a weak point of hers, although that had only gotten worse after she’d started to lactate. Clutching the back of his head, she gnawed her lower lip in a desperate bid to keep quiet. If he didn’t stop and stop soon, she’d be left with no choice but to let him fuck her.

His assault was fleeting, with him pulling away and gulping down a mouthful of warm, sweet milk, but he was far from finished. As he rose to his full height and backed away, hopping off the bed, his eyes shot to her nethers. Her fate was in his hooves, she’d obey him without the slightest bit of protest, and he was keenly aware of it.

“If you want it - me, that is - perhaps you could inspire me,” he snickered.

Gazing into his eyes, Spike gradually lifted and splayed her legs. There was only so much anypony could withstand until their composure broke - for her, between his sinful tone, her wanton desires, and his promise of turning her into a veritable foal-factory, her self-control had been shattered outright. Though she couldn’t grab hold of her ankles, her mobility hindered by the trio of eggs inside of her, her shameless display proved sufficient enough to appease him.

Leaning in, he groaned as he began hotly making out with her ass. She couldn’t see him past her belly, yet the sensations he afforded bordered on the divine. Shaka was a masterful artist with bedroom affairs, and his long, muscular tongue was one of his finest brushes. While he locked lips with her pucker and ravished her insides, uncaring about the taste of his own essence marinating within her interior, the breath hitched in her throat.

Locked between rapture and dread, her paradoxical torment was beyond comprehension. She felt amazing, as good or better than ever, but the fear of one of her friends or, Celestia forbid, her mom finding her like this excited and horrified her in equal measure. Keeping her muzzle held shut with both hands, she watched her tits sway lightly as her chest rose and fell.

“Exquisite,” Shaka intoned, pulling back and lifting his head to lick his chops. “With all the heirs you’ll be bearing me, we’re going to start looking for a larger home.”

Spike dared not reply - not because she disagreed with him, but because she worried about what manner of sound would escape her. As he dipped his head and continued feasting upon her, her left hand drifted down to her tits. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to climax from the oral, but when - bearing that in mind, she squeezed and milked one teat to hasten her release.

Steadily approaching her limit, understanding that her clawed hand would do a pitiable job at muffling her, she threw her arm up and fumbled for a pillow. Shaka must have noticed what she was doing, either seeing her frantic scrambling or sensing how close she was to cumming, considering he doubled down and pummeled her p-spot with his tongue. It was only by the mercy of some higher power that she was able to snatch up the cushion and pull it over her face when she did, because her climax struck her the instant she covered her face.

Her blissful wail was far from silenced completely, although it was muted just enough to keep any of her visitors from hearing her - she hoped. Mired in bliss and with her mind reeling, she breathed and quaked like a leaf. Though she’d successfully averted a catastrophe, her instincts told her that she wasn’t out of the woods quite yet.

Shaka’s lips and tongue departed her, the mattress creaked under an immense weight, and the pillow was torn from her grasp with enough force to tarnish her ecstasy. Moments from protesting and asking what had gotten into him, she felt it - the colossal tip of his stallionhood nudging her entrance. She could have told him no, and he undoubtedly would have respected her wishes to stop, but she was beyond saving. Until he was satisfied, his balls drained and cock licked clean, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Stepping in and driving his hips forward, he eased himself into her. “I truly am the luckiest stallion in the world ~ did you know that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hastily replied through her hands locked over her muzzle.

“Don’t be so silly, dearest,” he breathed. “It would be one thing for you to be so coy for me, but think about your guests. You wouldn’t want them to think we don’t fully appreciate one another ~ would you?”

A wave of confusion washed over Spike as she peered up at him. She’d fully expected him to be smiling sweetly and looking at her, although his attention was leveled squarely at the door leading to the hallway. Following his gaze and to the exit, she went completely and utterly motionless. Somepony was lingering just outside watching her - somepony with a horn and sparkling, violet eyes.

Despite the terror gripping her, or perhaps because of it, Spike endured a mind-shattering orgasm. Her blissful howl rang in her ears, her entrance convulsed around Shaka’s immense length, and jizz seeped from her cage and down through the cleft of her ass. This wasn’t like her ceremony, an exchange of vows and a tangible expression of her love for her husband - this was an intimate exchange between herself and her lover.

While Shaka steadied himself and started rutting her properly, driving her comparably small body forward and back with each thrust, her eyes never wavered from Twilight’s face. Her mother was an alicorn of unfathomable power, a hero known throughout all Equestria, and had supported her like nopony ever had, although she was so much more than that. Clutching her breasts and playing with her nipples, she sought a second climax as soon as the last started to subside.

Having Twilight witness her in such a state was wrong on every conceivable level, yet it was unfathomably electrifying - so much so that her refractory period, something that scarcely existed when she was making love with Shaka, was erased in its entirety. Her third orgasm blindsided her, causing her to wail in ecstasy, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth threatened to destroy her mind.

This was the definition of insanity. There she lay, pregnant and less than a month from her delivery date, while her husband rutted her like a freight train - yes, he’d started slowly and gently at first, although a proud Zebrican stud could only hide his true colors for so long. As she continued staring at her Twilight, a startling revelation dawned on her. Her mom wasn’t simply watching her, she was getting off to the display.

The climax that came following the realization that Twilight, her very own mother, was getting off at the sight of her was nothing short of apocalyptic. Her muzzle hung open in a noiseless scream, milk flowed from her bosoms and down either side of her chest, and what little cum she had was forced out of her. It was an apotheosis of depravity, heralding new depths to her perversions, and it, like so many before it, marked a new standard of lechery she’d strive for.

Without breaking his rhythm, Shaka lowered his muzzle to the side of Spike’s head. “She should join us…”

The remark cut through Spike’s blissful haze like a scalpel. “W…what?”

“She should join us,” Shaka repeated. “Your - our foals will need playmates, so what better friends would they have than some little half-brothers or half-sisters…?”

Spike reeled at the implications, though his point was valid. The offspring of a dragon and zebra would likely be picked on and teased for their lineage, so having some hybrid half-siblings around for companionship and support could potentially spare hurt feelings or awkward questions. Ripping her eyes off Twilight, she turned her head and kissed Shaka’s ear.

“Only if you knock us both up at the same time,” she urged, her sanity in tatters.

“For you,” Shaka sweetly murmured while he hammered away at her battered cunt, “anything…”

And with that proclamation, he kissed her deeply and plunged his tongue down her throat. She had no way of knowing if this was all some sick dream or the twisted reality that was her life, although she couldn’t have cared less. Shaka was more than enough stallion for her to handle, even joking occasionally about making their relationship an open one so she didn’t end up hobbling around as often as she did, and there wasn’t a more fitting mare in Ponyville for him to claim as a third than Twilight.

What Twilight’s reaction would be to the proposal of joining them in the bedroom, if she’d agree to having a foal, and what the Princesses would think of a semi-incestuous harem for a Zebra were mysteries that would be solved later - for now, Spike had more pressing matters to address. Her incredible husband had just offered to expand their family in more ways than one, bringing her mother into the fold while siring even more of his young, and she couldn’t be more excited. Breaking the kiss, she locked her ankles on his muscular hips and bucked up to meet his thrusts.

“F…fill me!” she blared. “Claim your mare and - Aaaaaaaghn!”

Hilted her, he snarled and snorted atop her. She was already huge, so heavy with eggs that simple things like walking or bending over were difficult, although the shockingly immense volume of his foal-batter rushing into her made her all but immobile. Under the added weight of his seed, she sank into the mattress and was pinned by her distended, heavy belly. Adrift in a euphoric sea, she stared blankly up at the ceiling as he began backing away.

“Can’t - Nnph - forget this,” he grunted, wrenching his stallionhood free before slamming the plug into her backside. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell the mares you’re feeling a bit under the weather. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Falteringly looking over at Shaka while he trotted to the door, Spike coughed. “A…and Twilight?”

Shaka stopped in his tracks and smiled broadly back at her. “I may ask her to stay for some personal time with her daughter.”

As Shaka departed without saying another word, a sly grin crept across Spike’s muzzle. She’d gone through more changes in her life than she could possibly count, ranging from the tangible to the psychological, and she stood at the threshold of yet another metamorphosis. Now that her hubby had set his sights on Twilight, it would only be a matter of time before her relationship with her mother took a wondrously perverted turn…