Size Difference: Kiss My Ass

by Birdybirdbird

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex
Length: 13231

Spike’s adventures in the land of his lusty amazonian adorers continues, but now that he’s here, there’s one mare he can’t wait to pound the colossal ass of.

Yep, it’s another amazon-centric smufic inspired by Maarthul’s art in the same debaucherous world of ridiculous dicks, oversized tits, and asses so big that twerking could cause earthquakes.

You get the gist, you see the cover, just go read the fic already.

Warning. This fic contains: A shit-ton of sweaty ass-worship!

Oh, and I said ‘Merry Chrys-tmas’ in my last fic, so have a plappy new year too!

Enjoy! :ajsmug:

Art is not mine!
Art by Maarthul
1465444 on Derpibooru

Published 2024-12-31 22:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-31 22:10:00 UTC

Amorous Amazon #2

Spike was broken. Destroyed. Absolutely wrecked beyond recovery.

Or, his pelvis was anyway.

Well, it’d probably be fine, but it felt like it was.

Why though? Why oh why did the dragon’s hip bones feel like they’d been broken beyond repair?

Long story short, it was because he’d just had to endure hours upon hours of what Twilight’s lust brought, and after enduring so many rounds of raunchy rutting, he felt like a husk of his former self, a husk with a shattered pelvis and thoroughly drained balls.

It’d still been worth it though, and Celestia knew he’d soon be back for more of the massive mare.

But that still left Spike here, where she’d left him.

Spread out like a starfish on the bed, Spike looked like (and absolutely was) a mess. He was panting, he was covered in both of their cum, he was sweaty beyond reason, and even his shirt was gone, torn-off by Twilight sometime after his fourth huge climax. Most noticeably though was the state of him down there.

With him lying back motionless, it looked like an explosion of cum had erupted right on top of the dragon’s dick. That was what his balls had had in them, all of it, his entire supply of spunk either splattered on him, splattered on Twilight, or all over the room in odd places. The insatiable alicorn was to blame there: she’d wrung every last drop of cum out of him, needing it inside of her, and he’d just been a passenger on the ride.

So now he was here, with his cum-covered cock resting on his balls, lying in a pool of pain, pleasure, cum, and anticipation as to what came next, because even though he’d been fucked senseless by a mare that gave him no mercy, he couldn’t wait to go again…

After a break, of course.

After the hours of nonstop ‘fun’, lunchtime had come and gone, but that didn’t mean the two hadn’t gotten hungry.

When Twilight was done with him, having satiated her libido and gotten stuffed full of cum so many times, her stomach rumbled as she’d sat nude on the edge of the bed. She was going to ask Spike to whip something up for them, until she saw just what she’d done to him.

Maybe I should have gone a little easier on him… She’d been more pent-up than she’d thought, but in a way, that was sort-of Spike’s fault for suddenly leaving her unsatisfied. Nonetheless, he was clearly in no state to do anything other than rest at the moment, so clutching her bloated belly that made her look half-pregnant, Twilight rose to her feet and looked down at the broken body of her favourite dragon. “I’m gonna make us lunch, Spike. Are you hungry too?”

Numbly, he nodded. He couldn’t really do anything else at the moment, so he kept it simple.

And Twilight noticed. “Okay. You get some rest here while I make something. It probably won’t be as good as anything you can make though.” She could think of one thing he could make that was tastier than everything else.

Giggling to herself at the lewd joke, Twilight had looked back at Spike one last time before strolling out and away to the kitchen. She was very glad to have her old Spike back, she just hoped he was here to stay. She really hoped he was here to stay.

Before reaching the kitchen, she had to make one quick stop: the bathroom. She needed to empty all this cum out of herself. Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely loved the feeling of gallons of his thick, fertile spunk sloshing around inside of her, but it was far from convenient, so if she wanted to make lunch, it needed to go.

It’s such a shame it has to go to waste though, I’d have it with my lunch if I could! Deciding the shower would be less messy than trying to empty herself out into the toilet, Twilight stepped into it and immediately bent over, grabbing her humongous cheeks. Okay, on three. One, two, three!

As she heaved the giant things apart, the mare’s horn lit up, and after creating an aura on her big belly, it pushed against it, and all of a sudden, a flood was forced out of her.

“Nguuuhhhh!” The thick, white jizz of a dragon splurted out of her, and didn’t stop as it viscously oozed out of her and down onto the shower floor. Her number one assistant never failed to impress.

It was quite the pleasurable experience actually, emptying the motherload of cum out of her, but after a while, the stream died down, and she was up to her ankles in Spike-semen.

Sweet Celestia! I wasn’t the only one pent-up! Being incredibly sweaty, covered in spunk, and now standing in it too, Twilight was tempted to take a quick shower to clean up, but she decided against it. Lunch could come first, plus, Spike always liked her sweatier, and she was willing to do anything to keep the dragon reinvigorated.

She chose to get out of the shower, and after quickly wiping off her feet, she finally made her way to the kitchen. The mare was no chef, not like her assistant was, but she could at least make a couple of sandwiches without burning the kitchen down.

Probably.

Lying in bed, exactly where she’d left him, Spike was lost in his head as his hips repaired themselves. He was mainly asking himself three things:

1: Why in Equestria would the old Spike not want to have a job in fucking mares?

2: What did the other mares look like in this world? Were they all as hot as Twilight was? Did Rarity have a body like that too?

And 3: Why the fuck would the Spike he replaced not want to be a fucking stud and get to fuck mares and then get fucking paid for it?! Why?!

He wanted to figure his questions out soon, especially the one about Rarity. His exhausted cock was even getting excited at the thought, not that he was willing to go another round with Twilight because of it.

Speaking of which, as Spike was lost in thought, Twilight soon reentered to interrupt him, waltzing in with a big smile on her face. “You ready for lunch, Spike?”

He had enough energy now to lean up and look at her, and was glad he did. In the doorway, Twilight was stood, but now that he wasn’t being ravaged, he got to admire her body even more, the body that’d fucked him senseless not even an hour ago.

She looked just as perfect as she had yesterday, and then some, still with huge hips, strong yet plump thighs, and breasts each bigger than his whole head. With the giantess in the nude too, he got to enjoy her body even more than in the kitchen yesterday. Now he could see her purple pussy in its entirety, and her big nipples were just begging to be ogled by him. And that wasn’t even mentioning the cum all over her. From her marehood and running down her long legs, cum, his cum, looked like it had exploded out of her. From the hips down she was covered in it, and the sight sent a pulse through his cock.

His hands rushed to push his member back down. He didn’t think he could handle another round with her just yet, and if she saw his member even half-erect, he had a feeling this newer hornier Twilight would want to take it for another ride.

Meanwhile, Twilight was too busy watching his eyes to see his dick throbbing a little, seeing them run all over her to drink in every detail of her lewdness. It’s good to know he still finds me attractive even when not pent-up. Maybe keeping him this way will be easier than I thought! Hands on her hips, she jutted her hip to the side for him, giving him half-lidded eyes. “You ready for lunch?”

“Y-Yeah.” As if his prayers were being answered, his cock was softening, him trying his hardest to keep it in line.

But Twi’ didn’t notice it, instead she strolled on over to the bedside, reached over and snatched him up. It still surprised the dragon how much bigger and stronger than him she now was, but he didn’t fight back. “Then let’s go!” In a princess carry, the same way she’d carried him to this bedroom earlier this morning, Twilight held him to her humongous chest and headed off.

Spike didn’t need to be horny to appreciate her bosoms, and on the journey, with her carrying him through the halls and pampering him, he practically hugged one of them, appreciating the warm, squishy, furry flesh.

The two cum-covered creatures entered the kitchen soon, and Twilight gently sat him down in his own chair before moving to hers. Yes, the cum on them both was making a mess, but that was future Spike’s problem.

With them both seated, the dragon looked at the meal before him. “I made us sandwiches! Mine’s healthier, obviously, but I hope yours is to your liking too!”

The princess was clearly proud of them, so Spike picked it up, bit into it, and after chewing smiled. “It’s great!” He wasn’t lying, so the two got to eating in silence, leaving Spike with his mind and his thoughts from earlier.

He wanted answers, he was too curious to not, and now that he thought about it, Twilight was right there. Most prominently in his mind were his thoughts on what the new Rarity looked like. He could only imagine what she was like in this world, but it wasn’t like he was going to ask Twilight ‘Hey, how does Rarity look?’.

He’d surely find out that eventually, soon hopefully, so instead he went the other path, wanting to find out more about being a stud and why he apparently hadn’t wanted to. “So… Could you tell me more about studs?”

She stopped eating. If he wanted to hear more about being a stud, she was more than happy to oblige. “Sure! What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

Twilight was still under the assumption that Spike just hadn’t understood what being a stud was when he wanted to become one, so, she began explaining. “Well, us mares have our needs, y’know, and most mares, whenever they get too pent-up and a dildo just isn’t working anymore, we get some relief with a stud.”

Spike leaned forward curiously, and Twi’ beamed at his interest. She’d always wanted other mares to get to experience his gift after he’d finally reached the age.

Happily, the mare continued. “There are two types of studs: free-use and royal studs. Free-use studs, they…” She paused, staring off into space. “Yeah, I don’t think I ever told you about royal studs…” She shook her head. “I’ll teach you now! So, free-use studs are easily the most common, and that was the kind you were going to be. Their job is to basically fuck mares whenever they get horny. Whenever. Studs can even be picked up and fucked on the street if they’re an official one.”

She stopped, thinking about what else she knew about the job.

“Pretty much all stallions are free-use studs, but with the stallion to mare ratio in Equestria…”

So there being over ten mares for every stallion was still a thing in this Equestria, that was good to know. Desperate for more, Spike gestured for her to continue.

“Royal studs are far rarer. They have to be royalty, and as so, they get the option pick and select who comes into their herd and who gets ‘the honour’ of being relieved by their royal dick. They’re kind-of like the reverse of free-use studs with how they get to choose which mares they fuck.”

“Huh?” That confused Spike. Wouldn’t he get to choose which mares he fucked as a free-use stud? Would he not even get a choice? “So all free-use ones have to bang any mare that wants too?”

“A free-use stud like the one you were training to become doesn’t get to choose which mares he fucks. They choose him.”

That took a little of the thrill out of it. Yes it meant that he’d be fucking mares all the time, but it also meant he could be forced to fuck mares he didn’t want to. One word she’d said had leapt out to him though. “Training?”

“Hm? Don’t you remember all that training you did?” He obviously didn’t, but was determined to learn more about his past life here. “Before officially becoming a stud you told the town you were free-use for all the mares for a week. I remember how popular you were!”

He was curious before, but now he was more than interested. “You do?”

“Oh yeah! I remember the mares loved you! I mean, from what I saw it looked like you were enjoying yourself too, but after news got out about you, you were so sought-after that you were fucking dozens of mares a day! It must’ve been your dream!”

Then, it happened. Spike got it now. He understood. He knew why the old Spike didn’t want to become a stud.

Apparently, even for this world, he was as hung as… a really hung creature, add onto that the fact that a dragon has absolutely no chance of accidentally impregnating a pony without a spell assisting, and that was Spike being thrown to the timberwolves.

All morning he’d been put through the wringer with Twilight, having his hips broken and his balls emptied time and time again, and only when it felt like they’d been turned to dust and his balls were drained of all they had had she been satisfied.

For the old Spike to go through a week of that… He imagined few other mares were as strong or virile as Twilight’s alicorn body, but still, to go through 168 hours of hip-breaking pleasurable torture…

No wonder the old him hadn’t wanted to become a free-use stud.

Meanwhile, at the same table, Twilight continued, oblivious to his epiphany. “You must have bedded half the mares in Ponyville by the end!” Her face then turned a little more glum, looking back at him. “After that week though, when I asked if you were still going to become a stud you went ‘no’, and you hadn’t been with any other mares since... Why? You almost looked scared.”

If his theory was correct, he fully believed he had been terrified by the idea of becoming that full-time. Still though, to be in a body that’d apparently also fucked countless other mares when he’d only technically lost his virginity earlier… It was a weird feeling.

Making up a quick excuse, Spike answered. “I guess being a free-use stud wasn’t for me.” He’d said he’d wanted to become a stud though, so improvising, Spike thought back to the other option. “What about a royal stud? Could I become one of those?”

Twilight hadn’t even considered the idea, but now it was put in her head, she rubbed her chin in thought. “Well, I could try pull a few strings, especially if you’re going to be my personal go-to when I need a stud.” She gave him a dirty look, and somehow Spike found he didn’t mind the idea of being her personal stud. “There really aren’t many though. I can only think of Shining Armour and Prince Blueblood, but then again Shining only has Cadance in his herd.”

Spike couldn’t hold back his eagerness. This was the kinky dream she’d promised him when bringing up being a stud, not the tempting lie of being a free-use stud. “But I’d get to pick which mares I’m with, like Rarity?”

Twilight smiled knowingly. He had always been fond of Rarity and her body. Admittedly, she’d been the same back, really making him work hard to please her in the time she’d had him as her stud during his time as a stud.

Even as difficult as that week had been for him though, the other Spike had still revelled in his time with Rarity, and she’d done the same.

“Yes Spike, if you added Rarity to your, um, herd… I guess being a dragon you’d have a hoard instead of a herd, but if she agrees to be added to your hoard then you become the only stud she can use to relieve herself, just like how you can only relieve the mares you’ve brought into your hoard and no others.”

He could live with that.

Leaving his sandwich half-finished on his plate, Spike stood up on his chair, elated more than he’d ever been before. “Great! So when can I sign up?”

The princess smiled amusedly at his enthusiasm, but as she picked up her own sandwich again and went for a bite, she smugly responded to him. “We can do that tomorrow.”

Tomorrow?! “Tomorrow?!”

Twilight’s smug smile never left her. “Yep. Tomorrow.”

“But why?!” He couldn’t wait any longer to see Rarity! What was so important that he’d have to wait a day before he got to ask the mare to become his?

“Because you have a bedroom and kitchen to clean up, and I have to explain to our friends why I had to miss out on our gym day.”

“Oh…” He had made her miss that earlier, not that he regretted it. He supposed it was a good enough reason though and sat back down in his seat, legs spread with two purple melons between them.

Becoming a stud would have to wait just a little longer.

However, to fill the silence, one lingering question had popped up in Spike’s mind, and meekly, he dared to ask it. “Um, Twilight.”

“Yes, Spike?”

“When I do become a royal stud then, would you like to be the first mare in my hoard?”

The question made her pause and put her sandwich down again. With half-lidded eyes and a seductive smile on her face, she leant forward a little, with her bare bosoms unable to stay still as she did. “Spike, I would love to!”

Later the same day, after finishing lunch and having Spike pump a thick, creamy dessert down her throat, Twilight was strolling through Ponyville. She on her way to a specific location, with a bounce in her step (as well as a few other places on her).

What she wasn’t doing though was going to see Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Rarity so she could explain why she was absent from their gym day. That was a little lie she told Spike to hide what she was actually going to do now.

In her defence, she was doing this for him. He’d appreciate it, she knew he would.

She was clean now too, no longer occasionally having globs of cum drop off/out of her. After she’d carried Spike from the kitchen to the shower, they’d made sure not to miss a spot on each other, even if no funny business had happened in there.

So now she was clad in casual clothes, walking somewhere that Spike didn’t know she was going to.

It didn’t take long to arrive at her destination, and at the door of the building, Twilight knocked before she heard a call from the other side. “Be right there, darling!” After rushing to the door, the mare on the other side opened it, and was delighted to see the familiar alicorn smiling down at her. “Twilight! What brings you here? Are you here to explain why somepony skipped the gym today?”

“Hey Rarity, and yeah, sort of.” Twilight allowed herself to be ushered in, and her fashionista friend closed the door behind her.

“Come here then! You can tell me all about it over some tea.” Twilight watched her strolling away to the kitchen. Rarity wasn’t as tall or ‘gifted’ as her, but few mares were. She was close though, up to the alicorn’s shoulders and having her own desirable body that outshone that of nearly every other mare there was. Like Twilight, she too was covered in muscle everywhere but a few select places, bringing out her incredible curves.

Few mares had beauty like that. Twilight understood why Spike lusted after her so much.

What also helped to bring out her curves was the clothes she was wearing, a tight sports outfit not dissimilar to the one she’d been wearing earlier, only Rarity looked much sweatier than she had with a towel around the back of her neck. She must’ve just gotten back.

“Actually Rarity, I didn’t really plan on staying long. I just wanted to come by to tell you something.”

Rarity turned back, and plodded back over to her friend now that her plan was ruined. “I’d say spill the tea but we have none. So you better have a good reason for abandoning me and the girls.”

Twilight tossed away all subtlety and confessed. “I had sex with Spike.”

Rarity was stunned, and her gorgeous face showed it. Oh… She did have a good reason. Recovering, the unicorn quickly asked “Pardon?”

Instead of beating around the bush for a while, Twilight just explained. It wasn’t like they needed to be coy about these things. “Spike suddenly got erect after breakfast, and I was still pent-up, so I took him to my bedroom and we…”

“And you rode him like Applejack does a rodeo bull?” An eyebrow was raised above Rarity’s smirk.

“…Yeah.”

The shorter mare took a moment to think, before her grinning face looked back up. “I assume you didn’t come here to brag, Twilight, though I won’t blame you if you did. I’ll admit, I am a little envious. That little dragon isn’t so little anymore.”

“Yeah…” Twilight still remembered how it felt when it was lodged inside of her pussy, and she still remembered how it felt to get filled up by his… She was getting distracted. “That’s not why I came to visit though!”

Rarity noticed the little daydream she’d had, but didn’t mention it, staying silent to let her continue.

“The reason I came is to tell you that Spike’s becoming a stud.” Again, Rarity was visibly stunned, and leant forward with her eyebrow raised yet again.

“But didn’t he give up being a stud after he spent that one week getting hounded by every mare in Ponyville?” Rarity remembered it fondly, especially the time she’d gotten with him. She could tell he’d loved every second of it too as she worked his cock for hours, far longer than any of the other mares had gotten with him.

“Uh-huh, but now he wants to become a stud again, this time as a royal stud.”

“A royal stud! It’s perfect for him!” Rarity remembered when she was a filly. She’d always dreamed of one day being in a royal stud’s herd, and if she were in that magnificent dragon’s then-

In her head, the white mare put the pieces together, and at last figured out why her friend was here. Instead of bringing it up though, she decided to tease her a little longer, and started pacing around the mare slowly.

“But then why did you come to visit me, Twilight? What do I have to do with this?”

Twi’ could tell instantly that she was playing dumb, but played along. “C’mon Rare’, you know you were always his favourite.”

“Yes, but he never could keep his claws too far from these girls, could he, Twilight?” From behind her, Rarity’s arms reached around the alicorn, and with a grunt she heaved her huge, purple bosoms up, with her hands sinking into the heavy masses before she dropped them back down. “Seriously though, Twilight. He loves your body just as much as he does mine. What makes you think he’ll ask me to join his herd before he asks you?”

In a way, she’d seen this coming. That marvellously hung dragon always had been infatuated with her, not that she could blame him. It only made sense that he’d-

“Hoard, actually. And he, um, did ask me earlier today.”

Rarity froze. What? She wasn’t jealous. She wasn’t!

Okay, maybe she was a little jealous, but she could hardly be blamed for it when her favourite fucktoy Spikey Wikey made one of her friends his before her.

Rarity pushed the jealousy aside. She could deal with that and that dragon later, but for now, Twilight was still here. Really, she didn’t blame him for making Twilight his already, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still annoyed at him!

“So you came to tell me that you think he’ll be here sometime soon?”

“Tomorrow morning, yeah, after we officially make him a royal stud at town hall.”

Rarity thought about it some more, and why Twilight was here. She could have just let him come here and explain everything on his own, but she didn’t. “You want me to prepare for his visit, don’t you?”

Princess Twilight was caught red-handed, but didn’t feel too bad about it. “I know he’d love whatever you’ll have cooked up for him, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy getting to the fun stuff without him having to explain everything to you first.”

Rarity smiled genuinely at Twilight. She couldn’t wait to see Spike again, and couldn’t wait to feel him more. “Thanks, darling. So you said tomorrow morning? Sometime before lunch?”

“Sooner. I’m gonna stop by the town hall and set up a meeting for early tomorrow. I have a feeling he’s not gonna be able to wait to head here.”

“Sure thing.” A moment passed between them. “Then we’ll have to looking into setting up a threesome, I’m sure he’d love that.”

Spike’s new hoard was just sounding better and better.

The Morning After

“I think that should be it! Congratulations, Spike, you are now officially a royal stud!” Sat at her desk from inside town hall, with papers all around her, Mayor Mare spoke jubilantly.

And across from her, Spike and Twilight were looking even more overjoyed than she was, Twilight from her place on her seat, and Spike from his place atop her lap. Her chest made for an excellent pillow.

Both were thrilled that he was finally becoming a stud. Twilight was overjoyed that he was willing to share with other mares the massive things he had between his legs, and Spike, though he’d been waiting considerably less time for this, was looking forward to his future and the rampant fucking it was sure to contain.

Yesterday felt like it’d taken forever to end with how much he had been waiting, and he’d tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep like a foal on Hearth’s Warming Eve. On the bright side, the Princess of Friendship had invited him into her bed that night, and even if nothing had happened between them, his night had still been spent with his nude body atop hers.

Plus, Spike’s dreams last night had been filled with a white mare, him trying to figure out what she’d look like now. Twilight had also been there giving him a boobjob. He’d really enjoyed his dream last night, and he didn’t know if it was good or bad that she’d not acted when finding his morning wood, them being in too much of a rush.

Regardless, they’d both gotten ready, Twilight in formal clothes and him in his only outfit: shorts and a tank top, and then they’d headed here to meet with the mayor.

Which brings us here, to the dragon officially becoming a royal stud.

“Congrats, Spike! You’re a stud now!” With her arms wrapped around his belly, Twilight leant down to his ear, pulling him further into her breasts so he could murmur into it. “You are my stud now though, Spike, so anytime I need my number one assistant, it is your duty to leave me satisfied and fucked full of your thick dragon seed. Got it?”

A tingle ran up his spine, but the dragon refused to get an erection here, so he nodded and Twilight leant back as if nothing happened.

Mayor Mare had obviously heard every word Twilight said - she wasn’t exactly being subtle in the otherwise small and silent room - but didn’t mention it, only seeming a bit hot and bothered now.

Formally, Twilight spoke up. “Will that be all, Mayor Mare?”

And she responded, speaking the same. “Yes, Princess Twilight. It was an honour.”

Twilight let Spike hop off of her first, and then she stood up, them heading to the door together. However, the voice of the mayor calling out to one of them stopped the pair in their tracks.

“Spike, if I may?” They turned back to her, but her gaze was locked on the dragon as her finger slipped into her shirt and teasingly pulled it down her chest. “If you ever need more mares in this ‘hoard’ of yours, know that I would be more than happy to volunteer, even if only as a cumdump.”

Mayor Mare remembered when she’d gotten a turn with Spike during his free-use week. She’d been so late to get to him, and yet, he’d still been able to drive her crazy with that monstrous cock of his and then fill her up with what had to be his thirtieth orgasm of the day.

In other words: she wanted in, but then again, so did every other mare in Ponyville.

“Uh, th-thanks, Mayor Mare. I’ll think about it.” In reality, Spike wouldn’t. She was nice, but nothing compared to his sister or his crush.

Then, the two left, with Twilight warning him that plenty more requests to join him were to come.

“A-Are you sure, Twilight?”

“Yes, Spike. Every mare in this town and probably even past it is lusting after you.” I know I am!

The two exited the town hall, and Spike was fidgeting. There was only one place he wanted to go right now, one mare he wanted to see right now, but how to get away from the alicorn? He tried asking. “H-Hey, Twilight. Do you, uh, mind if I quickly go somewhere? Alone?”

Instantly, she knew what was going on. She wasn’t an idiot, but unfortunately, she couldn’t just let the most desirable creature in the town go off on his own, so she went “Sorry Spike, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take you there. You really are sought after. Who knows what’d happen if a mare wanted to snatch up a stud like you off the street?”

“Oh, I… guess that makes sense.” Perhaps some things here were a little more restricting than his old world. Being so desirable had its drawbacks apparently.

She admired his bulge for a second, but didn’t miss his head sagging a little. “If you want, I could carry you there. I know how much you enjoy that~”

A red blush covered Spike’s cheeks. “Oh, th-there’s no need for that.” In public? If something like that was considered normal, maybe things were more different here than he thought. “Can you just leave me at the door then?”

“Of course, Spike. I’m not gonna intrude on your and Rarity’s time together.”

She figured me out already? Am I that predictable? It didn’t matter if he was, he was heading there to see her now and that was what mattered.

It was cruel that he’d not been in this body to experience his and Rarity’s first time together, but if he was as hung as he was, and he’d fucked her with the same cock that’d drove Twilight crazy in the best possible way, then surely she’d agree to join his hoard, and then they could fuck whenever they wanted!

He had to try anyway. The possible benefits were too good to resist. Plus, he wanted to see how incredible Rarity would surely look in this world.

Speaking of how mares looked though, one thing caught his eye: some of the mares around the town he was passing looked different than how he was expecting. Not all of them were strong and muscular, some were like normal ponies from his world, albeit much taller and with more ‘generous’ bodies, and some were even plumper than that.

Either way, all of them were way hotter than they had been before.

It struck him as odd, but by the time he’d arrived, he’d already stopped thinking about it, and looked up at the door to the Carousel Boutique.

“Have some fun in there, big guy!” Before he knew it, Twilight’s strong arms effortlessly lifted him up, and his face was moved to join Twilight’s, where she pushed their lips together. “Mmm!” Their tongues started battling, and they got to making out right outside Rarity’s front door, but soon, Twilight pulled away, panting hotly as a strand of saliva connected their lips.

Spike struggled stopping his eager cock from getting erect here and now, but more than anything he wanted to be ready for Rarity, and a quickie with Twi’ wouldn’t help with that, so he didn’t.

Putting him down, the princess said one last thing before she left. “I’ll be at the school if you want me. Send a letter to me if you need me to send an escort.” The School of Friendship practically ran by itself nowadays with the new teachers, but it was still good to check in on it and lend a hand.

And so, with another quick goodbye, Twilight turned and strode away at a leisurely pace, like she wasn’t in a rush to get there.

Spike watched her and her wobbling ass go for a second, ogling the way it bounced behind her, but soon, his head turned back to what really mattered right now.

Okay, Spike. It’s time. Filled with anticipation, he raised a claw and began knocking, unbeknownst to the fact that a certain mare had been planning for his arrival.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

A familiar, melodic voice called from the other side that was music to Spike’s ears. “Come in! The door’s unlocked!”

The dragon couldn’t wait to see her. He reached all the way up to the door-handle, and with some difficulty, pulled down on it to push the door open. It swung away from him, and on the other side, there was no mare to be seen. Where’s-

“I’m over here! In the exercise room!” Spike didn’t remember her having an exercise room, but followed the sound of her voice until he was at what used to be one of her storage rooms. Taking a deep breath, he entered, and there she was.

On a magical treadmill, with tight purple leggings containing her luscious legs and a light blue sports bra containing her big bust, Rarity was jogging, and Spike was enamoured immediately.

She was gorgeous, even more so than before she’d been transformed into a giantess!

Her round, colossal ass and her giant, curvy breasts, he couldn’t tell if he wanted them wrapped around his face or his cock, but he wanted all those plump masses for himself. In those leggings, in that sports bra, they all strained against their confines. He could already imagine them in his claws now, his eager digits either sinking into those bubbly buttcheeks of hers or digging into the plush flesh of her jiggly teats.

Neither looked as big as Twilight’s, but where his sister’s body was bigger, Rarity’s looked bouncier, and with each long stride, they flew up and tore back downward.

Saying Twilight was bigger and Rarity was bouncier though was pointless when the pair were both so ridiculously big, bouncy and beautiful anyway.

Her legs reminded him of Twilight’s too, only smaller, with rippling muscle disguised under squishy, meaty, fuckable thighs. Her body was muscular too actually, with the mare sporting muscles that made his own look measly in comparison.

And then, like a ribbon on top, there was her pristine face. It was like his sister’s: beautiful, and would be even more beautiful with half-lidded eyes and a dirty look on her face. Personally though, Spike had always preferred Rarity’s very prim and ladylike looks, despite the newfound appreciation for his sister’s. He’d still fuck Twilight’s face any day though; she was a close second.

However, Rarity’s ‘pristine’ and ‘prim’ look was tarnished by the layer of sweat covering her. Spike could see it clinging to her skin and smell her stench permeating the room.

All of that combined - her bouncy tits, her jiggly ass, her thick thighs, her attractive face, her fur-tight outfit, and the sweaty state of her - they all helped entrance Spike like only Twilight had managed to last night, and it was inevitable that his insatiable cock sprung up and called out for her like it did as it strained against one of his shorts’ legs.

Stood in the doorway, watching the mare work out, Spike’s erection was practically unhideable as it throbbed demandingly, and he couldn’t ignore it.

And then Rarity noticed him.

“Sweet Celestia, is that my little Spikey Wikey! It’s been too long!” Her horn magically stopped the massive machine, and not even bothering to grab a towel to clean herself off, Rarity walked up to him with a wide smile on her face.

“R-Rarity!” She snapped him out of his trance, and hurriedly, the dragon’s hands dove down in an attempt to disguise the humongous phallus down there. He failed.

Rarity instantly noticed his humongous cock throbbing down there, and couldn’t help but lick her lips at it. The outline in his shorts looked just as big, just as girthy, and just as magnificent as she’d remembered Spikey’s delectable dong was.

The mare was half tempted to rip his shorts off now and take the cock she’d missed dearly for a ride, Celestia knew she’d been waiting long enough to see it again, but no. She was going to make him work for this, and had a plan as to how. “So, a little birdie told me that you’ve become a royal stud now. Congratulations, Spikey! I have no doubt that flocks of mares will be crawling over each other to earn your favour!”

…Twilight must’ve told her. It did annoy him a little that she’d ruined the surprise for Rarity, but at least her words gave Spike the confidence that his downstairs eagerness had gone unnoticed, even if he was incredibly wrong about it. “Th-Thanks!” Spike wanted to ask the burning question, and there was no time like the present, so preparing himself, he went “And, Rarity, would you maybe want to-“

“If you’re here to ask me to join your hoard, then I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, Spikey.” She interrupted him as her tone changed, and crossed her arms as she looked away.

And Spike couldn’t believe it. His eyes that’d been looking straight ahead at her hips this entire time bolted up to see hers. “Wh-What?”

Rarity loved Spike’s cock. She never tried to hide the fact. Ever since she’d had her world rocked by him when he first fucked her, she wasn’t afraid to let her love for her little Spikey and his monster package be known, and if this was any other day, she wouldn’t hesitate to become his most devoted slut.

But Twilight had prepared her yesterday afternoon, so now she could have even more fun with the dragon.

“Becoming a royal stud’s mare is quite the commitment, Spikey, becoming exclusive to one singular stud. How do I know you’d be able to take care of a mare like me the way I need to be taken care of?”

Rarity wasn’t just goading him on because she was a little jealous he’d made Twilight his before her, but it had definitely played a part in it. She just hoped he didn’t bring up how much he’d been able to take care of her in his time as her stud.

Before the anxious dragon got the chance to speak again, Rarity butted in. “Also, I heard all about Twilight already being invited to your herd, and though a mare like her may be content with just a rough fucking, I have my own needs.” She finally looked back down at his nervous face, and placed a hand upon her bosom. “A lady like me needs to be worshipped, Spikey. Do you think you could do that for me?”

He eagerly nodded without a moment of hesitation. He loved this mare, and maybe loved her new, incredible body just as much, so he was willing to worship her forever if it meant having her as his.

Rarity smiled on seeing his enthusiasm. “Good. Then maybe I’ll have to consider joining this fun little hoard of yours, if you can prove yourself.”

She walked past him, and Spike’s eyes followed her as he finally picked up the courage to speak again. “I can! What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything!” He didn’t want to sound desperate, but he was.

And then Rarity stopped with her back to him. “‘Anything’ you say?” Now that he got a good look at her rear, something he needed in his life, only now did Spike notice there were words on the back of her leggings, and with his eyes about to read them under her tail, she lifted it up for him, showing them off. “I can think of one thing you can do, Spikey.”

Across both her massive asscheeks, the words ‘Kiss My Ass’ were emblazoned on the leggings, with an immaculate diamond in the middle of it all. It wasn’t a request, it was a command, and Spike was happily willing to follow it, especially if it meant he could fuck her whenever!

She looked back at the once-again entranced dragon, a seductive smirk written all over her face. “You can kiss my ass, darling. Make love to it. Worship it like it deserves to be worshipped, and if I’m satisfied I might even think about joining your hoard. Do you think you can do that for me, Spikey?”

Speechless again, he nodded numbly, with his eyes glued to her fantastically fat flank.

“Then I believe we have some business to attend to upstairs.” After taunting him for long enough, Rarity was finally ready to get to the fun stuff.

Her horn lit up, and with it, an aura was summoned around Spike’s erect cock still trapped in his shorts. Huh? He was confused by it too, until the aura pulled him upwards by his cock, and his feet left the ground. “Hurgh!”

Rarity walked away, and following behind her, grabbing onto his meat to try and make sure his giant balls didn’t weigh him down even more, Spike was floating along, painfully yet pleasurably.

Meanwhile, this was going perfectly for the big, buxom mare up front. She’d been preparing all morning to make this sensational stud sing, with the exercise and these silly yet functional leggings. She’d learnt a great deal of what her Spikey was into ever since they spent those debaucherous hours together that week. They’d been very… ‘informative’. Today wasn’t even a day she was supposed to be exercising, but her Spikey Wikey loved his mares all sweaty and musky, so now she was taking him to her bedroom to worship her. This was as much of a treat for him as it was for her. She couldn’t wait.

Spike grunted and groaned the entire journey upstairs, but fortunately it wasn’t long before Rarity strode on into her bedroom, sashaying over to the bed with him close behind. “I hope you’re ready, Spikey, and I hope you didn’t have any other plans for today. You’ll be here for quite a while if you truly wish to convince me you’re capable of taking care of a mare like me.”

He hoped so.

With her magic, he was tossed like a toy onto her huge bed, and on landing, his hands immediately went down to grab his achey girth. Spike was distracted however by the bed suddenly starting to jostle underneath him, and he looked over to see his crush mounting it.

His dick was suddenly forgotten about as he watched the mare move, eyes following her every curve.

Sultrily, and aware his gaze was eating her up, Rarity got into position on the bed: stood up on it, she turned her back to Spike, and deftly, she bent her knees and lowered down. With her rear facing the dragon, the massive mare leant forward, and with her hands on her spread legs, she stuck her ass out, lifting her tail to present the words ‘Kiss My Ass’ to him yet again.

In other words, the massive mare was squatting on the bed in front of him, sticking her ass out and making her wants clear.

On his knees, Spike was hypnotised by her flank, but his eyes moved up to her head looking back at him seductively when she spoke. “A lady doesn’t like waiting, stud.”

The kinky command on her rear was telling him what to do, and he obeyed both it and her without hesitation. The reptile had been tempted to pinch himself first, just to make sure this wasn’t all a dream, but he didn’t have the will to delay this any further, so instead, Spike eagerly hurried over to the mare’s backside until the colossal yet covered ass was directly in front of his face.

He still thought this could be a dream, but didn’t want to wake up if it was.

Unable to resist any longer, Spike’s hands reached up to grab at the gigantic asscheeks being presented to him, and with a light plap, both of them made contact with the thin clothing covering them up. Carelessly, with his dick straining against his shorts angrily, Spike then started groping her.

His hands dug into her pudgy posterior like it was made of squishy marshmallows, and though the leggings were covering them up, the dragon revelled in how her ginormous cheeks felt in his claws. It was a literal dream come true, only this time it was real, his crush’s ass was ridiculously huge compared to how giant it already was before, and nopony was here to stop him from-

“Ahem!” His eyes bolted up to see Rarity frowning down at him, an unhappy look on her face.

Oh yes, he was here to kiss her ass…

…Well, who was he to deny what the big-titted, fat-assed, worshippable goddess of a mare wanted?

If she wanted her ass kissed, he was going to give her exactly what she wanted. Only one question remained: where to kiss her? Cheeks in hand, with his eyes happily looking ahead again, he made up his mind.

Everywhere.

Spike knew where to plant the first though. Not on one of her cheeks, and not on the bold words displayed on them, instead, he chose the big diamond in the middle of it all. He could only assume (and hope) that her asshole was directly under it.

Spreading her cheeks a little bit, something he’d only ever dreamed of doing before, Spike leant forward and wedged his face partly in between her cheeks, and with it in there, he gave the diamond the biggest kiss he could, but didn’t move back yet.

She smelt so good! It wasn’t the usual Rarity fragrance, this was the mare’s deep, stinky, sweaty musk that seeped through her clothes, and with his nose shoved into her crack, Spike couldn’t breathe anything else, and never wanted to.

It was rich, intoxicating. He’d smelt Twilight’s own version of it when he had his head surrounded by her mammaries, and now, pushing his head deeper and deeper into the crack of Rarity’s giant amazonian ass, he couldn’t get enough of this scent either.

It made him painfully hard, but he managed to ignore the demanding urges between his legs to focus on kissing ass instead. He had a job to do, and considering doing it properly meant giving Rarity a lifetime ticket to ride him, he got to work.

As his hands got to groping again, Spike huffed her mind-melting musk and got back to kissing the leggings over her buttocks. He put extra enthusiasm into kissing the pucker underneath that diamond, but that didn’t mean he didn’t kiss elsewhere. The dragon’s lips showed plenty of attention to each of her huge cheeks too, and soon, he lost himself in the task of ass-worship.

Though he didn’t see, Rarity was looking down at him again, and lewdly, she smiled at the small dragon making love to her behind. She was sure he could smell, feel and taste the growing wetness of her marehood, and hoped he did. This was as much for him as it was for her. “Make sure to really get in there, Spikey. I only join the hoards of dragons that worship all of my ass.” Like she’d ever join a hoard that wasn’t his.

Regardless, Spike dug deeper. He shoved his tinier head between her two cheeks until half of it was encompassed by ass, and daring to make a riskier move, he didn’t kiss anything. Instead, he stuck his tongue out, and in one long carnal move, he took a giant lick up her crack with his big, long dragon tongue.

“AAAGGHN!” Rarity noticed the lick, and it turned her on more than anything else could’ve. After crying out in joy, she couldn’t take it anymore, and decided to take this up to the next level. The burning want inside of her didn’t let her do anything else.

Slipping behind her, Rarity’s hand grabbed Spike’s head by its large, green plates, and forcefully, she ripped her lover out from between her cheeks. It needed to be done, because of what would happen next.

Spike missed being in her ass’s perfect embrace, with the feeling of sweat-drenched leggings on his face, but he looked forward to this more. In excitement, he watched thrilled as both of the mare’s hands grabbed the elastic of her coverings, and in awe of it all, Spike ogled the show of a lifetime.

Her tail dropped down, but it changed nothing as she pulled the leggings down, and he and only he was blessed to watch as the fabric was slowly made to stretch over her asscheeks. It looked difficult, with the clothes putting up a fight as they stretched to make it over her huge, hefty haunches, but eventually, they gave, and they were left halfway down her thighs as Rarity bared her entire ass to him.

He could see all of it: the bare, white fur of both her colossal buttocks matted with sweat, both perfect in appearance and still jiggling from their escape from the clothing.

His trance was only broken when the mare’s voice spoke up, full of need, and her hands reached down to grab at her humongous cheeks. “Spikey…” Her voice was dripping with want, and her face was hiding none of it either. H-How pent-up was I without him? It didn’t matter, not as her hands dug into her behind, and desperately, she hefted apart the chubby cheeks so ‘Spikey’ could see what was inside. “Kiss my ass, darling.”

He didn’t think it was physically possible to deny her at this point.

With Rarity spreading her bare buttcheeks for him, nothing, nothing stopped Spike from seeing what had been the focus of many of his wet dreams over the years: Rarity’s holes.

These weren’t the same ones the old Spike had dreamt of though, these were better. Both the giantess’s perfect pucker and her dripping snatch were being presented to him, and not only that, she was inviting him in, wanting his face rammed into the filthy crevice of her new and improved amazonian ass. They weren’t even the same holes, so much bigger now than they had been, but he just wanted these ones more.

This Rarity was bigger, better, far lewder than his had ever been, and she wanted his face between her musky asscheeks.

He didn’t hesitate for a second to give the mare what she wanted.

Licking his lips hungrily, Spike’s head shot forward, and before he took the plunge into her backside’s embrace, his hands replaced Rarity’s own spreading herself and he got to kissing.

Almost taunting the mare, he didn’t reach her holes yet, and instead lathered her big, white cheeks with kisses. He could feel her impatient gaze on him as he went at it, but didn’t stop until he was satisfied, and his lust for more overcame him.

Spreading her huge, heavy cheeks enough to show her holes in between, Spike dug in.

Greedy, chaste kisses were placed all over her crack, on her asshole, on her marehood, Spike did what she demanded he do, anything to get her in his hoard. That didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it though.

He could taste her juices, he could feel her under his lips with each kiss, and best of all, he could smell her. If he thought her musk had been divine when he huffed her through her leggings, then this was something else entirely. This was the concentrated reeking stench of Rarity’s musk, and taking a tiny break from his ass-worship, Spike took the moment to bask in it, and he let the filthy, pungent, intoxicating perfume of the mare’s body overwhelm him as he huffed it like an addict.

His cock throbbed painfully inside of his shorts, bursting with the insatiable lust of the virile dragon. All the aromas and the foreplay, it was getting it too hard, and Spike had no choice but to release it from its confines.

One purple hand slipped down, and pulling his shorts down all the way over his meaty length, Spike let his humongous dick spring up, finally throbbing freely underneath Rarity’s ass. “RGHN!” It was still demanding satisfaction, yearning to be buried in the mare and pleasured like it was yesterday, but at least it was free, so trying his best to ignore the purple mare-breaker’s need for the mare, Spike let himself get lost in kissing ass again, and his lips retuned to Rarity’s rear.

“Mmm! Excellent work, Spikey!” The way this dragon worshipped her made her feel better than any lousy stallion ever had, and the feeling of his lips on her posterior was simply divine. But if Spike was doing anything besides making her want to be his forever, he was riling the big mare up. He could surely already tell that though with how pathetically wet she was.

And Spike could. Every time his lips landed on her marehood’s entrance, he got a taste of her, but more noticeably, every time her arousal leaked down, a droplet landed on his hung cock.

She was driving him insane, and the feeling was mutual, but only the powerful pony was willing to act on her urges. Her hand grabbed onto his green head-plates again, and instead of pushing ‘Little Spikey’ back this time, she threw him.

Spike fell backwards onto the plush bed, making another “Oomph!” sound as his back hit the sheets, and he was about to get up confused, when all the light got blocked out. A giant shadow was being cast over him, and he knew who it was.

Looking up, the dragon was met with a sight he’d never forget: his huge crush standing over him and looking down with a lustful look in her eyes, wearing absolutely nothing on her leaky lower half as her glistening pussy dripped onto his chest from between those giant thighs of hers. “I’m not finished with you yet, Spikey.”

Like a mortal watching a goddess give a divine blessing, Spike awed at Rarity turning around, and did nothing to stop her as she got onto her knees over his face. With two white asscheeks filling his vision, Spike closed his eyes and let it get lowered onto him, smushing his face into her haunches and smushing his lips into her pussy.

Her sitting on his face was euphoric.

All he could feel on his face was Rarity, all he could smell was Rarity, and all he could taste was the sweet nectar pouring out of her cunt. She wasn’t putting her full weight on his head, that would surely crush him, but it was at least enough to give the dragon no escape from her rear.

Not that he wanted to leave.

He loved this world, and the fact the mares in it loved nothing more than his cock helped. To think, all this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t kicked that rock…

Who cares! The Spike that didn’t do that wasn’t having his face crushed by his crush!

When his hands placed themselves back on her giant cheeks, sinking into her fatty flank as his fingers greedily dug in, he heard the mare speaking up from above, almost unable to hear her down here. “You may continue, Spikey, but I want more of that terrific tongue of yours, if not…”

From her place up top, Rarity’s eyes finally spotted Little Spikey’s ‘Little Spikey’. In other words, she’d at last spied his dick, and it looked just as immaculate as she remembered as it pointed up and throbbed. It was colossal, ungodly, with an incredible length, girth, virility… everything a mare could want and more. She remembered her previous fun with it with a fondness.

Really, there was no choice here in whether or not she was joining Spike’s hoard. If it meant she got to have more of this ruthless cunt-breaker, Rarity was going to agree to become his no matter what the stud did, and the fact that it was her Spikey Wikey that wielded such a beast was the perfect icing on the perverted cake.

Long story short, she loved Spike’s cock, alongside every other mare that’d ridden it.

Hotly, as she stared at the throbbing beast, her large hand reached down and grabbed it, still failing miserably to wrap all the way around its girth. Tauntingly, she stroked his head unbearably little, and spoke up again as she played with his desire. “If… If you don’t give me more of that terrific tongue of yours, Spikey, I’m afraid you and your little friend here might end up going unsatisfied for quite some time.”

He got the message. She was being cruelly coy in her ‘handjob’, so readying himself, Spike took one deep breath in before he began.

“AHHN! That’s m-more like it!” Out from her seat’s mouth, his slippery tongue slid out again, and much to the mare’s delight, it didn’t hesitate before it found her wet snatch’s entrance and quickly dug its way inside of her cavern, wriggling about before she could even moan for him to do more. But she soon did. “Ngah! Yes! More tongue, Spikey! Get it deeper in me! Don’t stop!”

Spike’s tongue played with her insides, while his mouth received her delicious nectar and his claws dug into her rear. Rarity decided that was good enough behaviour for a reward.

Her hand hotly wrapped around his thick, veiny, ridiculously massive cock’s shaft, and after marvelling at her Spikey’s size once again, she started giving him the handjob he’d earned, stroking his beast as he kept ‘kissing’ her backside. She’d be sucking on it like a lollipop if she could and trying to drain it for every drop of spunk it could feed her, but being so big compared to her little Spikey did have its downsides occasionally, and she unfortunately couldn’t, as much as she craved the taste of the thick globs of pre-cum being squeezed out of him.

They pleasured each other like that for what felt like hours of loving passion, but both grew bored of the foreplay quickly. They wanted more of each other, so as Rarity stared down at the magnificent member of her favourite dragon, she thought maybe it was time to move onto the main event.

The diminutive dragon had a different idea on what he could move onto though…

Right before Rarity was about to raise her rump and release him from his plush, musky confines down there, she felt him moving, wriggling his small head around between her buttocks. Just what does that stud think he’s doing?

She didn’t get her answer until he’d moved his head much further back, and instead of pressing his lips against her pussy’s lips, his found their way onto her big, beautiful butthole.

W-Wait! What does he-?! Before Rarity knew it, his slippery but not so little tongue found its way up her, and catching her off-guard, she felt as it tried wriggling its way into the clutches of her unprepared asshole. Rarity gasped. “Um, S-Spikey, you know you’re not allowed up th- AUGH!” Despite her pleas, obviously, he didn’t listen.

As his energetic tongue entered her big body again, Rarity writhed on top of Spike’s face, and soon, much to her unwanted pleasure, the thing squirmed inside of her guts, and sent all sorts of fantastic sensations through her.

Rarity didn’t like ‘visitors’ up there, and Spike should’ve known that. It was… ‘uncouth’, but she had to admit, it was thrilling her in ways she hadn’t even known was possible. It couldn’t even reach insanely far into her big body, but either Spike was insanely talented at the art of ass-eating, or he was a natural.

Either way, she moaned on top of him.

“NGAH! Spikey! Rgh! Uhn! AGHN!” He never failed to impress.

It was so good that Rarity’s handjob was starting to get sloppy as she felt her guts get explored, but either way they kept putting their all into pleasing the other, and were rewarded with even more euphoria.

For Rarity, the odd, unfamiliar pleasure got better and better as the seconds went on, getting the posh, polite mare hooked on anal-play more as the seconds went on. And for Spike, the new, dirty taste of his crush’s big, musky backside was more than enough to make him want to stay down here forever, but Rarity didn’t give him the chance to.

She couldn’t take it anymore, and out of nowhere, the colossal mare heaved her colossal body up off of his face, wetly slipping it and his eager tongue from between her colossal, worshippable cheeks.

When light reached Spike’s eyes, he opened them to be greeted by her.

Sticking her raunchy rear out, Rarity looked desperate, peering back at him with an unhidden lust that her sopping wet pussy displayed. The thorough rimming had riled her needs up more than she could have possibly imagined, and now, she needed a ridiculously hung dragon in her before she went insane. “Okay, Spikey… Enough… Enough ‘kissing’.”

As Spike leant up, in front of him, the huge mare got on her knees and lowered her giant chest to the bed. Full of potent horniness, Rarity stuck her fantastically fat ass out, and with her tail lifted high, without looking at him, the amazon begged for satisfaction.

“Make me yours, stud!” The foreplay was over, and so was acting coy about joining his herd. Rarity wanted to be his, just as much as she wanted that humongous hunk of dragon-meat in her, so she plead for it, and was sure she’d get what she wanted. She would, eventually.

Behind her, sat on his much, much smaller ass, Spike stared at her fatty flankcheeks in awe, with his gigantic schlong throbbing as it begged to bounce her buxom buttocks. He could ogle them forever, and get lost in just the pure size of them, but Spike was given the option to fuck her, and he knew which he’d rather be doing.

Eagerly, guided by his cock and his pure carnal lust for her, Spike quickly made his way to her haunches, in the perfect position standing behind her as she readily presented herself. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Without hesitation, one of Spike’s hands dug into one of her gigantic cheeks and hefted it to the side, revealing her welcoming holes once again as his other hand grabbed at his gargantuan shaft. Nothing in Equestria could stop him from fucking Rarity right here, right now. Hungrily, he moved forward, and prodded his fat tip against her big, white asshole.

“Rgh!” Rarity jumped at the contact back there. She’d wanted him to wreck her slippery snatch, but she had to admit, the idea of getting her ass ruined by even more than his tongue sounded divine! Quickly, she gave in. “O-Okay. Maybe just this once, I’ll let you… up there. But you better do a lot more to my ass than just kissing it, Spikey!”

Without waiting a second longer, he accepted her invitation in. “HNGH!” Thrusting forward, Spike was treated to bliss as his tip pushed into her slick pucker, and pleasure coursed through him as his giant tip got stuck in Rarity’s ass’s grip. “AH!”

“NGH! SPIKEY!” It felt so strange, so odd to get her asshole stretched, but still Rarity craved more, and Spike happily gave it to her as he kept pushing in. “YES! K-Keep going!”

He kept going. “RGH!” Slowly, arduously, more and more of his unmatched girth was stuck up the massive mare’s tailhole, and inch after fat, ass-widening inch was forced into the pony who was more than happy to take it.

“UUARGH! Deeper! Don’t stop!” She was addicted, to both anal and his humongous dragon-dick, and even if Spike wanted to finish with her now, Rarity was going to make sure she got a massive load dumped in her ass no matter what.

Of course, only Spikey would ever be allowed up here, but considering her Spikey was soon going to be the only stud allowed to fuck her, she knew she’d get to have her ass wrecked like this often.

She couldn’t wait! “MORE, SPIKEY! DON’T STOP UNTIL MY BODY IS FILLED WITH YOUR MAGNIFICENT DRAGONCOCK!” The mare rarely spoke like this, and never did when mating with other inferior studs. But this was Spikey. Only this lucky lizard got to hear her screaming like some anal whore, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Powering into her ass, Spike wouldn’t either. Her slutty cries were music to his ears, and only drove him further into her hole as both his hands groped at her lush bootycheeks. It wasn’t long before his hard work and her constant encouragement paid off too, because soon, Spike’s mega-cock was fully up Rarity’s asshole. His hips were pushing into her pudgy, pillowy rear, his ridiculously-sized, humongous testicles were squishing between them, and his entire oversized length was being squeezed by the tight grip of her tailhole.

He was in Rarity’s ass, and now, he was going to fuck Rarity’s ass.

Craving more, Spike didn’t hesitate to start yanking his humongous sausage out of the mare, and it sent blasts of pleasure through them both. “Ah! F-Fuck! Your ass is so good, Rarity!”

She knew, and felt it too as the pleasure of his lust drove her wild. What was once the face of a dignified lady was now one of a cock-addicted slut being fucked silly. Spike loved how she looked with that face. “AGH! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I’VE MISSED IT SO MUCH, SPIKEY! GIVE ME MORE!”

When his beastly cock was throbbing in the open again, and only his equally oversized tip was being held by her hole, ‘Spikey’ gave her more, and took what he wanted. “HNGH!” Clenching down on her brilliant backside, the stud eagerly reared his hips back, only to ram them back forward and keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing himself back into Rarity in one long, arduous thrust. “Uungh! Your ass is the best, Rarity! I’ll worship it every day! I swear!”

“PLEASE, Spikey! Worship it! Ruin it! Just don’t stop and I’ll always be in your hoard and ready to take your fat fuckstick!” He liked the sound of that! With greater ease than before, the dragon slid his sausage out of the mare’s guts, and didn’t hesitate to start pushing it deeper into her again as soon as he could.

“ANNNGGGHH!” He could still hardly believe that he was living his dream, mating with the marvellous mare of his wildest fantasies! And it felt so good~ The way she clung to him, the way her ass sent euphoria through him every time he dove back in and got back to widening her hole… Spike was an addict, and only got even more enthusiastic as time went on. Arduous pushing and pulling didn’t take too much longer to become excited thrusting in and out of Rarity’s rear, and after he’d loosened her welcoming hole, it wasn’t long before Spike’s hips were flying back and forth. “Ahhn! Fuck yeah!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

With every rampant thrust forward into her humongous haunches, Rarity’s big, white buttcheeks bounced like they were made of jelly, rippling like the ocean, which Spike’s hungry eyes ate up.

He could get used to a life like this, where his sole purpose was to indulge himself in whichever gorgeous mares he wanted.

“Faster, Spikey! HARDER! Ngah! D-Don’t stop until you flood my guts with your thick spunk!” How she missed this! His enthusiasm, his desire for her, and of course, the unending virility the dragon’s hyper-cock gave her. True, she’d never had it up her ass before, but her Spikey was always showing her new kinds of euphoria she didn’t know existed.

And he was going to continue showing her.

A lot.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Relentlessly and indulgently, Spike helped himself to Rarity’s ass, thrusting again and again and again and again. He was like some machine made for fucking, one that felt his first climax of the day building up more after plenty of his little hips colliding with her humongous cheeks.

He couldn’t wait! Getting to cum in Rarity was one of his lifelong dreams, something he always wished he’d get to experience, and now he was going to get to do it constantly.

Life here truly was perfect.

“NGH! Rarity! I’m getting close! I’m gonna cum in your ass!” Mindlessly, Spike kept humping Rarity, his humongous balls ready to begin pumping his cum out into her hole, so desperately, he pushed himself that little last stretch and…

“Yes, Spikey! Do it! Cum in me! FILL MY ASS- UUUUUUUUUUP!” Without letting her finish, the stud rammed into her rear one last time, and as he hilted his godly cock as far up into the depths of her ass as it could reach, the first colossal blast of the thickest spunk in the last got emptied into the gorgeous mare. And then a cascade more followed it.

“NGGGGGHHHH!” As she gripped the soft plushness of the sheets and he grasped the squishy plumpness of her buttocks, Rarity was filled up with hot, thick Spikey-cum. The torrents of it flooded through her, painting her guts white and refusing to stop as Spike’s testes kept clenching and more was pumped out his huge tip.

THERE’S SO MUUUUUCH! It just kept coming, and Rarity’s hand needed to clutch her stomach as she kept getting used as his personal cumdump. Don’t stop cumming in me, Spikey!

Eventually, he had to, but only after several minutes of nonstop ejaculation, and only after he’d filled her belly like a water balloon did he stop. Unlike where Twilight’s pussy had an end however, nothing made his cum come rushing out Rarity’s asshole, and so all of it stayed inside, sloshing around inside her. Yes, it wasn’t in her womb, but Rarity didn’t care, she could practically taste it.

“OooOoohhh~ Spikey~” But now the fun was over. She’d already blasted her own orgasms all over his oversized balls, so now she had nothing left to do besides basking in the moment and regaining her energy. “You sure know how to treat a lady!” The sizeable bump on her belly was the best present she’d ever received.

Panting harder than her, the very generous gift-giver responded, hunched over with his claws still sinking into her cheeks. “A-Anything for you, Rarity.” He preferred this Rarity to his old one. And no, not just because she was now an anal-loving goddess who loved his cock.

But yeah, that was the main reason why.

Feeling hopeful, and the best he’d ever felt after another of the most pleasurable experiences of his life, Spike asked a question timidly, his cock still softening in the mare’s backside. “Does… this mean you’ll think about joining my hoard?”

She didn’t respond, instead, a blue aura surrounded his entire body this time, and Spike was pulled into the air. With a pop, his cock left her ass, which immediately sealed up to try and keep all his spunk in, and then Rarity herself tried standing up on the bed with great difficulty.

She stumbled, with a hand again reaching down to grab her bloated belly (oh she loved how his seed glooped inside of her) and then both arms reached up, and the floating dragon watched as she flung her sweat-drenched sports bra somewhere across the room. It didn’t matter where, as heavily she dropped herself down on her back, head on her pillows as Spike was lowered onto her.

As his claws instinctively reached for her newly-exposed bosoms, getting to finally see them first the first time, the hung lizard looked up to see her staring at him with a face of pure adoration. “Spikey, nothing could ever stop me from wanting to commit myself to my favourite studly dragon.”

He paused, and the mare leapt on the opportunity. With her hands reaching up to his head, she grabbed it in both hands and smushed his face into hers, where their tongues instantly met in a passionate and sloppy dance where one tried to dominate the other.

They both won.

Soon she pulled their faces apart, and after panting, Rarity released the hold she had on his head. “But if I’m to join your lovely herd, then I want a guarantee that a special little dragon will find time in his busy schedule to keep being my favourite seat~”

He agreed without even thinking.

And so, as Spike used Rarity’s squeezable, squishable teats as a big pillow, lying on the belly full of his healthy ball-batter, the two bathed in the moment a little longer.

“So Spikey, have you thought about who else you’re going to invite to this ‘hoard’ of yours? You’re more than enough for us, but are me and Twilight going to be enough to satisfy my favourite little stud?” She hugged him and pulled him deeper into her bust, but Spike was busy thinking now that she’d brought this up.

Was there anypony else he wanted in his hoard?

He couldn’t think of any on the spot aside from a few desirable people he recalled back from before he was brought here, but he didn’t need to.

Spike knew he’d be seeing plenty of different characters from here on out, and he couldn’t wait to see how different they were, both in personality and bodies. This world turned his greatest crush into an anal-loving goddess with tits bigger than his head and a love for him that was far beyond platonic after all, so what about everybody else?

He couldn’t wait to see.

Meanwhile, Rarity offered up plenty of suggestions. “Sweetie Belle is too busy hanging out with her crusader friends at the moment. If you wanted though, I’m sure she’d be delighted if you invited her into your hoard. The other two might have to join too, but I’m sure my Spikey Wikey could handle a foursome. Couldn’t you~? And after them there’s…”

The CMCs, Twilight and Rarity’s other friends, the townsponies, non-ponies… The list went on, and he could’ve spent all day thinking about it, but instead-

“Don’t go thinking about other mares too much though, Spikey. I don’t want you forgetting about little old me.”

His jaw dropped. Little?! She was huge, in more than just stature, and also- “I could never forget about you, Rarity! No matter how many mares are in my hoard, you’ll always be one of my favourites, and I’ll fill you up all day everyday if you want!”

Rarity’s mood brightened instantly, but her appreciative face soon turned dirty. “Good, because a lady’s never satisfied after only one round~”

Spike had plenty to think about, but for now, the two fucked.

They fucked a lot actually, and by the end, Rarity’s fur was left far whiter than before, and the lady was indeed left satisfied.

“Twilight, what’re you doing?”

“Gah!” A purple alicorn flailed in midair, flying just outside the second floor of the Carousel Boutique when she’d been caught. “N-Nothing!”

Rainbow didn’t believe her, and her eagle-eyes showed her that one of Twilight hands was far wetter than the other, but instead of mocking her, Dash just grinned. “You’re stuck up with the stud shortage too, huh? Well if you ask Rarity nice, I’m sure she’ll let you join her instead of you just watching her get off.”

“Y-Yeah, probably.” She’d not even gone to the School of Friendship after she’d left, not that she regretted it. Watching those two go at it was far better than any pornographic book she had stashed away.

Before Twilight could escape the conversation though, Rainbow swooped in close, and her hands nimbly found their way onto Twilight humongous chest.

How she flew with these, Rainbow didn’t know, but she groped them anyway, huskily speaking in Twilight’s ear. “I know I’d be down for some fun with you every now and then, Twi’.”

In an instant, Dash zipped away again, and got ready to take off as the tension between the two vanished.

“Anyway, you know where I live, Twi’, so just bring those tits, that ass and maybe Fluttershy’s strap-on and I bet we could have a bunch of fun! Anyways, see ya!”

And then, she was gone, and minutes later Twilight was back to watching Spike plowing Rarity into the bed and fingering herself.

Author's Note

Spike’s hoard:

Princess Twilight Sparkle.

Rarity.

(Don’t worry, it’ll only get bigger with time… hopefully).

The real problem with making these Size Difference installations is finding the cover images for each. If I want to add a character, I need to find appropriate amazonian art for them for the cover, so some can be more difficult than others.

How about, from here on, if anyone wants to recommend a character for me to do, try do it with a derpibooru image number attached that could potentially work for the cover then. (Just go on the link of the picture’s page and copy-paste the six-digit number in it).

Oh, and as always, pointing out the spelling and grammar errors is appreciated.