An Infatuated Insect

by Birdybirdbird

Rating: mature
Tags: Thorax, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Spike
Length: 11443

A certain changeling king is pining over a certain dragon, and after deciding enough is enough, finds the perfect way to... 'make him his'.

This fic was a commission for the lovely Jake Winter!

(The rest of the description will be what he wanted put in it, with a few tweaks here and there.)

After being in love with Spike for years with Spike never looking back at him the same way, Thorax just can't take it anymore. That all changes however when the poor bug king realises he has the power to make himself irresistible, and can use it to get everything he could ever want.

All characters are 18+

This amazing piece of work was made by Birdybirdbird.

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Art is not mine.
Art by: kam
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Published 2024-09-10 22:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-10 22:20:00 UTC

And His Desirable Dragon

Thorax loves Spike.

And no, not through some kind of brotherly love or friendly love. He does ‘love’ the friendship they have, but it isn’t that kind of platonic love either.

Actually, the King of the Changelings is crushing on him, hard.

He’s obsessed with that dragon, and has been for the years they’ve known each other. Why wouldn’t he be?

From his smile, to his scales, to the way he laughs and the shape of his lovely ass, Thorax was obsessed with every atom of that dragon. Plus, he was cute and caring and brave and once gave the changeling a look that he spent hours that night jerking off to.

And, on top of all that, they’ve practically grown up together! When they were younger and they’d first met, Spike had defended him against the royalty of the Crystal Empire despite him being a changeling, and since then he’d only supported him, including when he’d taken the throne.

The changeling knew he had every right to be enamoured by that lovable lizard.

But if only the feeling was mutual…

Thorax had felt this way ever since Spike had stood up to Cadance and Shining Armor, and had felt his want to be closer to that dragon deepening more with each day that passed, but in return, he looked at his crush and only saw happy, but unloving eyes looking back.

Yep, he was the prestigious Changeling King, ruler of a reformed society, and yet he was secretly gay, and had fallen for a princess’s dragon assistant, who was straight.

His love was unrequited.

In their time spent together, it killed him every time Spike’s crush Rarity was brought up. Always Rarity this and Rarity that, but what about him? If Rarity was ignoring his advances again, why didn’t he try them out on him?

Thorax knew this was pointless to think about, but still.

He was barely older than the dragon, and yet, in all his years, he’d never wanted anything like he wanted Spike…

But he wasn’t giving up on them!

Thorax had kept his feelings secret for so long, never acting on them once, but now, he was sick of it. He was sick of not getting to have that perfect male as his mate.

There would be plenty of problems with getting them together, but how did Spike defend him from the Crystal Empire? He persevered! And how did they overthrow Chrysalis’s tyranny? They persevered! So how would he make that dragon his? He would persevere!

Spike wasn’t even in a relationship, so all Thorax needed to do now was figure out how to win his heart.

Yes, Thorax had finally plucked up the courage to try and pursue the drake instead of admiring him from afar…

All he needed now was a plan.

The bug quadruped spent days pacing about the Hive trying to come up with ways to convince the dragon to be his, but no matter what, nothing came to mind.

The dragon was straight! What was he supposed to do? Ask him to give dick a chance? He just wasn’t that kind of dragon.

He’d paced broodingly so much that the Hive’s other changelings kept giving him odd looks. Some even came up to him to ask if everything was alright, but he’d sent them away with a reassuring smile, then he went back to his thinking.

He didn’t care what they thought, only what one dragon thought of him, but that was the problem in the first place.

Thorax had been pacing past the throne room for the billionth time when he gave up. It was no use, there was no way to make a straight dragon want him like he wanted him. He only wanted Rarity…

But maybe… he could use that?

That’s not a bad idea… Feeling an idea coming on, Thorax trotted over to his throne and sat his rump down on it, putting his head in his hooves and desperately thinking up his next plan of action, needing some way to at least try to pursue his crush. If Spike likes Rarity so much, then maybe she’ll know something about him that could help me get closer to him! …Or maybe it’s something about her. Does she have a big butt? I could give myself a bigger butt if that’s what he’s into.

Looking at his rear frowning, Thorax made up his mind.

Rarity.

Besides Twilight, nopony knew the reptile better than her, only she was the one gaining all the drake’s affection that he wanted.

Feeling happy that he’d finally made a plan after years of inaction, Thorax was ready, bursting with determination. I’ll just pop into Ponyville and pay her a visit! Spike says that’s where she lives, and hopefully he’ll be too busy up in Canterlot with Twilight to know I was ever even there. It’s perfect!

It wasn’t a way to win Spike’s heart, but it was a step in the right direction, and hopefully this would help him figure out how to be able to wake up with Spike in his legs.

It wasn’t difficult to take a trip to Ponyville. His duties as king were practically nonexistent considering the changelings now didn’t even need other creatures to provide them love. Their society was fiercely self-sufficient now, so he was able to set off without issue.

He flew the whole way, buzzing over forests and fields and sightseeing the entire journey. It took a while, but eventually, he did reach Ponyville; it was a hard place to miss with a gigantic castle made of crystals sat right on the border of it.

From above, it looked bigger than he remembered from when Princess Twilight invited him and Ember over, and Rarity was hopefully somewhere in all of it. In all honesty, he had no idea how he was going to find where Rarity lived in here, but he had to start somewhere, for his and Spike’s sake, so he chose the first place he saw.

With purpose, King Thorax descended on the town centre, and when his hooves landed on the dirt road, not knowing what else to do, he began wandering through the place.

As the name had suggested, this place was exclusively pony-populated when he’d first come here, but it’d been quite some time since then, so it was a nice change to see a couple gryphons and dragons wandering the streets too. With all this diversity, it made the changeling a little optimistic to how his and Spike’s interspecies relationship would be received when he hopefully succeeded in his quest of the heart.

But that was the future, and he needed to think about the present. There was a mare he needed to find, so mustering up the courage to, he asked around, a nearby mare catching his interest.

Nervously, he approached her, and raised a timid hoof. “Um, excuse me, do you know where a mare called Rarity lives? She’s a unicorn fashionista.” He’d gotten a little more assertive as time had passed, but the big bug was still far from being anything like Ember or Pharynx was.

“Oh, uh, yeah. She lives in the Carousel Boutique.” Thankfully unphased by him, the mare pointed down a nearby road. “Just keep heading that way. It’s hard to miss.”

“Thank you.”

A few other ponies were giving him confused looks. They’d likely seen reformed changelings before, but hadn’t been expecting to see a large Changeling King today, especially not one so mild-mannered.

Oh well. It didn’t bother Thorax. So long as rumours of his visit here didn’t make their way back to Spike, he was happy.

Heading down the street the mare pointed to for a while, sure enough, near the outskirts of the town, a very noticeable boutique sat. With its colours and flair, it couldn’t not be Rarity’s.

Without hesitating, Thorax strolled on up to the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hm? From her sewing machine, Rarity looked up. She could’ve sworn she hadn’t been expecting any visitors today.

Getting up off her rump, a tired sigh escaped from her lips. With the shop closed and another teacher taking her place for the time-being at the school, she’d wanted to take some time whipping up some new fashion designs, but that’d have to wait a little longer now.

Heading downstairs, she trotted towards her front door. “I’ll be there in a second!” Impatiently, her hoof grabbed the handle, and a fake smile made its way onto her face as she greeted the visitor. “Hello, how can I-“

But what she was met with was the green chest of a changeling.

Rarity looked up, and smiling back down at her was the King of Changelings, the king having knocked on her door.

She was speechless for a good while.

When things got awkward, he started playing with his hoof on the floor, and opened with an embarrassed “Hi.”

And that’s when Rarity’s brain managed to reboot. There was a king on her doorstep, and she was here acting all rude. After mentally berating herself, the mare cleared her throat and smiled back up at him as genially as she could. “How can I help you, Mister…”

“Thorax.” He wasn’t offended. Nopony would expect him of all creatures to just show up out of nowhere.

“Yes! King Thorax! Please, come in!” As if to try and make up for her rudeness to royalty, Rarity politely gestured for him to enter.

The last time they’d seen each other must’ve been Twilight’s coronation to Ruler of Equestria, and from what she could see, he hadn’t changed much. He was still tall, pristine, shimmered in the light, and had as cute a face and sturdy a body as she remembered. There was also an odd yet enjoyable smell about him that she could get lost in too.

He wasn’t far from the type of stallions she wanted to whisk her off her hooves.

Obligingly, the changeling accepted her invitation, and craned his neck down so his antlers could fit through the door. “Just Thorax, please.”

“Of course.” Meanwhile, below him, Rarity was on the verge of panic. This was a monarch, and she needed to treat him with the highest respect. Was she supposed to bow? Probably not. She settled for being as polite as she possibly could. “Why don’t you come sit down in the kitchen? I’ll bring us some tea and then you can tell me all about why you’re here, your Majes-“

She cleared her throat again.

“Thorax.”

“Sure!” As she went to the kitchen, the changeling followed close behind. In all his time knowing her and hearing of her from Spike, this was the first time they’d actually truly met. From all he’d heard about her, it felt like he knew her already.

But now she was here for him to inspect, and Thorax didn’t like what he saw.

She was perfect! He knew the mare had her flaws, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy at the sight of her. She was clearly a gorgeous mare, with greater curves and prettier looks than practically all others ponies he’d seen, and as she walked in front of him, the changeling couldn’t stop his wandering eyes from moving down to inspect her rump too.

She certainly did have quite the… ‘plump’ rear-end bouncing away behind her. Was that why Spike liked her so much?

He shook his head and looked away before he got caught.

It didn’t matter. If Spike liked that sort of thing, he’d be more than happy to give such things to him, but until he knew for certain, he pushed the jealousy aside and kept following the mare.

They ventured into the kitchen together, and after cordially guiding him to her table, Rarity rushed off to the counter like her tail was on fire. The tea was made with a frantic ferocity, a king was waiting for it after all, so after using the fanciest stuff she had, she returned to the table, acting prim and proper as she neatly poured him his cup.

“Thank you, Rarity.” He’d never had tea. Changelings didn’t really need to drink or eat anything besides love, but he was sure he’d enjoy it anyway as his horns glowed and he lifted up the cup.

“Anytime, Thorax.” As gracefully as she could, trying to make a good impression to him, Rarity took her own seat and sipped at her own cup.

Now, Thorax thought it was a good time to begin. As good a time as ever, anyway. Taking a deep breath, he started. “Thank you for your hospitality, Rarity. I did come here for a reason, however. I wanted to ask about Spike.”

She hung on his every word, but mentioning the dragon did seem to catch her off guard. Suddenly, the cordiality slipped, and curious confusion took its place. “Spikey? Why? Did something happen to him?”

Thorax didn’t know how to answer that question. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to say why he wanted to know about ‘Spikey’. Racking his brain for an excuse, Thorax said the first one that came to mind. “No! He’s fine. I just… wanted to get to know him better from before we met. I, um, recently realised I don’t know much about him from then.”

It wasn’t perfect, but it was more than good enough for Rarity. “Oh, well if that’s all you came here for then I’d be happy to oblige, but I’m sure Twilight would be better for this sort of thing. She raised him, after all.”

Oops… Again, he tried thinking up excuses, keeping as straight a face as he possibly could. “Yes, um, b-but you two are so close, is all. And also, Twilight is… busy.”

Rarity wasn’t sure how to feel about Thorax. She liked him, and of course respected the monarch, but he was certainly more… awkward than she remembered. Plus, she didn’t know if changelings cleaned themselves or not, but there was this constant tang in the air near him, like she could smell his musk mixed with a sweet perfume. At least it wasn’t unpleasant. “Okay then, what would you like to know about him?”

Thorax wanted to know everything about his dragon that she had to offer: his likes, his dislikes, what he liked about her, what turned him on.

Okay, maybe he only wanted to know about specific things, but he had a whole day to chat with the mare, so got comfy.

“What happened when you two first met?”

“Well…” And so Rarity began.

Hours had been spent at that table chatting and gossiping and what-have-you about their scaled friend. Many cups of tea had been emptied, and Thorax had even had a meal here, the first he’d ever tried.

More importantly though, he’d learnt a lot about Spike’s previous endeavours. Apparently the dragon had done a lot and been on many adventures before they’d even met.

Unfortunately though, alongside all the information not being the most useful in figuring out how to bed Spike, it also only made him even more jealous as time went on.

Spike went on a huge greed craze once, taking Rarity as his captive only for her to break him out of it? Where was he during all of this? Where was Spike’s greed craze where he took him? Was it because his ass wasn’t big enough?

It riled Thorax up a little, and not in the way Spike did.

He tried not to let it bother him though, the past was the past, and in the hours of them talking, Thorax even thinks he’s made a new friend in Rarity! That was good!

But besides the new friendship, he still gained nothing from this visit. Even now, Spike was still out of reach for him.

I’ll have to come up with some other idea. Maybe Twilight? Standing up, needing to stretch his long legs after spending so long sat down, Thorax returned from his mind to look back down at Rarity. “I think it’s time I take my leave now. Thank you, Rarity. This visit was very helpful.” He lied.

“Hm?” Meanwhile, from staring into space, zoning out like he wasn’t even here, Rarity’s head only now moved up to his. Thorax had noticed that a lot as time went on: the mare seeming to zone out more the more time they spent together, but he never brought it up out of politeness. Was there a reason to it? “Oh! Yes! You’ll be wanting to leave now. Let me show you out.”

She too got up, and she was going to show him to the door, when the changeling speaking up stopped her. “Um, Rarity?”

She turned to him, curiously. “Yes, Thorax?”

Nervously, his hoof scratched at the back of his neck. “I’d rather Spike not know I was here. You’re not going to tell anycreature I was here, are you?”

What happened next caught the King of Changelings off guard. He’d seen a lot in his life, and a lot under Chrysalis’s rule, but nothing like this.

He’d expected his new friend to politely accept his leading question, albeit a little confusedly. Instead though, on his words, Rarity’s eyes seemed to glaze over as she looked back at him, and her voice spoke up, droning out words almost mindlessly. “No, I’m not going to tell anycreature you were here.”

To say Thorax was weirded out was an understatement.

He gave her a bewildered look, and all the while, she deliriously looked past him at something else, like a barrier was in front of her eyes.

What the heck is happening? All he did was ask her a question, and then she seemed to go into a state and repeat what he said almost hypnotically…

A connection was made in Thorax’s mind. All of a sudden, he knew what was happening.

Royal musk.

He’d read about it in one of the books he’d inherited from Chrysalis after he’d taken the throne. It talked about how prolonged exposure to the musk of a changeling monarch had some sort-of… effect on non-changelings, a brain-altering one that left creatures’ minds in a vulnerable state after having enough of it in their system.

Did he just do that to Rarity?

Panicking, Thorax took a quick sniff of the kitchen they’d been sat in, and sure enough, it reeked of him. It was flooded with his royal musk and the unique, spellbinding aroma it had. Rarity didn’t stand a chance.

Strolling over to it, he opened a window in the kitchen, letting all his musk out.

But what was he supposed to do now?

As he looked at Rarity, still stood limply where he’d left her, he realised something.

He could do whatever he wanted now.

Not in the sense that Discord could basically do whatever he wanted, but with Rarity. The mare’s mind was his to do whatever he wanted.

He remembered in that book that a creature being intoxicated allowed you to alter their memories and thoughts. He’d forgotten it and tossed the book aside at first, but now…

Now he could change what she thought about him, what she thought about Spike, as well as change all the things she’d done in the past with the dragon. Heck, if he wanted to, he could probably make her fall for him right now, proclaiming her undying love to him and then worshipping his body.

…If only he could do the same to Spike…

Wait.

A new idea emerged, his best one yet, one so brilliant that it baffled him he hadn’t thought of it the moment his royal musk messed with Rarity.

I can do this to Spike!

First he just had to figure out how it worked, and then…

And then me and Spike can finally be lovers!

Was it ethical to make the dragon fall in love with him? No, it wasn’t. But this could be the only chance Thorax had, and when he thought of that ravishing reptile, his smile, his body, his personality, and the possibility of getting to wake up next to him every morning, he couldn’t resist.

He was going to do this, but first…

Filled with a new sense of purpose, and feeling the best he’d felt in his entire life, Thorax stepped up to Rarity. She was still where he’d left her, and he assumed he’d have to break her out of this, so he got to testing.

“Rarity, what do you feel for Spike?”

She smiled. “I love Spikey. He’s just the cutest, and his cooking is divine!”

That was something he needed to sort out. Barely thinking, Thorax spoke again. “No. You don’t love Spikey, do you? You only like him.”

“I… only like Spikey.”

“Yes. You do.” Call him possessive, but he panicked on hearing that word. She probably meant platonic love anyway, but it didn’t matter. “And what do you think of me, Rarity?”

“I like Thorax. He’s nice.”

“Actually, you love Thorax. You do, don’t you?” He didn’t really want her love, only Spike’s, but he wasn’t going to risk messing this up when he did this with Spike.

“I… I…”

“You love Thorax, don’t you? You love and lust over him more than any other creature. You do that, don’t you, Rarity?” He pushed a bit more insistently, worry creeping into his voice.

But it wasn’t needed, as she soon surrendered. “I… I love Thorax. I love and lust over him more than any other creature.”

Yes! If it worked on Rarity, it should work on Spike!

Giddy, Thorax beamed, and couldn’t resist joyously doing a little dance in place. This trip to Rarity’s really had been worth it!

Spike was finally going to be his!

The only thing left was a plan to make Spike stay near him for long enough that his musk kicked in, but he could figure that out when he got home, he was too busy smiling and being overjoyed to do anything here.

Speaking of which, wasn’t he leaving?

The elated bug was about to make his way to the exit, when he nearly bumped into Rarity. Even as ecstatic as he was, the changeling blushed on nearly forgetting about her. Oh gosh, I almost left her here.

On the bright side, he didn’t, so thinking up a quick way to break her out of the hypnotic trance, Thorax spoke up again.

“Rarity, would you mind showing me to the door?”

Thankfully, life returned to her eyes. The mare looked a little dazed for a second, but she instantly knew he was there, and instantly smiled at him and said “Sure! I’d be happy to!” Oblivious to everything that he’d just done, Rarity guided him to the entrance, and held the door open for her guest.

Smiling with her, Thorax moved his head down again to leave, and exited the building. He did stop right outside her door though when a thought occurred to him. Did he even know if the effects had lasted on her, or did they wear off when she came out of the trance?

“Thorax!” Rarity’s voice calling him made him turn again, and he turned to see her still inside of the boutique, smiling back at him with her flank facing him. “Make sure to come back soon, darling!” With a wink, she lifted her tail for him, and flashed her bits before her horn lit up and shut the door.

Yep, Thorax thought as he turned to leave. It worked.

And with the sight of Rarity’s rear burned into his brain, he took off, making the journey back home as he thought hard on what he was going to do next.

He couldn’t wait for what was to come.

The entire flight was filled with planning his next move, and when he arrived back at the Hive, Thorax spent the entire rest of the day lost in his head. It was swimming with ideas, but none worked the way he wanted them to.

His first idea was just inviting him over for lunch, having lunch at Rarity’s worked on her, but when the entirety of the Hive didn’t have a scrap of food in it, he gave up on the idea.

It wasn’t until the next day that Thorax had found the answer to all his problems, finding it on a poster.

Taped to one of the Hive’s walls, it was advertising a stageplay that some of his subjects were wanting to put on. It looked fun, it looked a little romantic, it was in a couple days, and it was six hours long!

It was perfect!

After arranging for him and Spike to be getting a private, royal seating area up in a hole with a perfect view of the stage, Thorax sent his invitation to Spike in a burst of magical fire, and after getting a response saying he’d be there, got to waiting.

Two days had never passed so slowly.

Thorax had been tempted to make them move the play forward a few times, but no. He’d waited, the day was here, and now, stood on the roof of the Hive, he could see a familiar dragon flying closer and closer.

Spike wasn’t an ordinary dragon. Raised by ponies and now the royal assistant of the Princess of Friendship, he was quite peculiar for a dragon. But that was one of the many things Thorax loved him for.

In appearance, he wasn’t too different from any other dragon male: lean, not incredibly muscular, having some sharp edges here and there, but Thorax didn’t think he was just the same as any other dragon. His face, his body, his ass, he thought they were all far superior, not that Spike knew this, or knew how the bug looked at his body sometimes.

Spike knew nothing about the Changeling King’s infatuation with him either, so it was a little surprising when he’d received the random invitation to watch a changeling play, but he was happy to go and see it with his friend, and Twilight was happier that he was going to show the unity between their species, clearing his schedule and not even giving him a choice as to whether he went or not.

So flying to the Hive, he looked forward to it. Plus, it would be fun to see Thorax again, it’d been a while since he’d last caught up with his friend.

Wings flapping behind him, Spike soon reached his destination, with a welcoming changeling there to greet him. “Hey, Spike!”

“Hey, Thorax!” Claws hitting the ground, Spike looked at his changeling friend, and saw he didn’t look too different from the last time they saw each other. After his final growth spurt, they still stood face-to-face, and could still comfortably hug like they soon did. His ass did seem a little bigger though for whatever reason, but he ignored it.

And hugging the dragon, Thorax didn’t think Spike had changed much in their time apart either, and was all the happier for it. Some might have called the dragon skinny, but there was no feeling like having those arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

His biggest problem with how Spike looked was how he stood on two legs. It made it a constant struggle for him to have to avoid ogling the two testes he was constantly showing off, but somehow, he managed.

Pulling away from the hug at the last possible opportunity, Thorax beamed at his crush with an undying enthusiasm. “So, are you ready to go see a play?”

Across from him, the dragon noticed his joy, but chalked it up to excitement for the play. “Yeah! I’ve never seen a changeling play before.”

“Neither have I, but I can’t wait!”

Side-by-side, they took off to where it would take place. Spike felt like Thorax’s eyes kept flittering over to him, but every time he looked over to check, the changeling was looking away, so he ignored it.

Meanwhile, Thorax couldn’t take the anticipation. Only he knew what was truly in store for tonight, so he just hoped they could get to the play soon so he had some distraction.

And soon, they did arrive. Onlooking the stage, the two friends sat down together, and as the show began, they quietened down and got ready to enjoy the play.

Spike wished he had known this was six hours long, nearly six hours ago.

Don’t get him wrong, he’d been enjoying it - it was entertaining, and they’d clearly put a lot of effort into it - but with all he’d seen in pony society, it was clear changelings still had much to learn about such artforms as this.

Contrastingly, Thorax seemed spellbound by it, soon getting sucked up into the story, but it didn’t change the fact that Spike felt the hours ticking by second by second.

And he couldn’t just try to get absorbed into the play, because in the hours, three main things had been distracting him: firstly, Thorax stunk. The more time he spent around him, the more and more he could smell the changeling’s musk, which smelt like the usual deep musk of a male mixed with something sweet and (admittedly) quite enjoyable.

Secondly, the changeling kept shuffling closer to him. With them both sat on pillows, he kept bringing them closer and closer, and by this point, their thighs were pressed against each other’s as they looked forward, making the dragon a little uncomfortable.

And then, thirdly, he just couldn’t focus on anything. Spike didn’t know what it was, but something about sitting here for so long was making his mind a little hazy. He kept spacing out, and couldn’t figure out why no matter how hard he tried.

But eventually, mercifully, the play ended, and after a quick bow to the jubilant audience, the actors packed up and the changeling audience began taking their leave.

With a bright smile on his muzzle, Thorax turned to Spike, joyous for so many reasons. “That was excellent! Are all pony plays this good? If so, I might need to take a trip to Canterlot sometime.”

It took Spike a few seconds to react, but when his head did turn to his friend’s, he shuffled a little away from him. “I, uh… Yeah, kind of…”

Thorax missed the contact between them, but was still beaming. Why? Because he could tell his musk had had its way with Spike’s brain just like it had with Rarity’s. It was only a matter of time now. “Then maybe we should go on a play-watching spree together sometime? See the sights and enjoy each other’s company?”

“Um…” In all honesty, Spike was a little weirded out. Thorax had never been so enthusiastic to spend time with him before. Happy that the overly lengthy play was over however, he stood up and spoke apologetically. “Anyway, I think I should be heading back to Canterlot now. It’s got to be getting late.”

“Of course, let me show you out.” He stood too, and leaving, Thorax led him down a different path than the one he’d come here from.

“Hey, didn’t we come from that way?” Spike noticed, and pointed to the correct path.

“Yeah… But these halls are always changing. Changeling hive, y’know.” He prayed that Spike would believe it, and thankfully, he did.

“Oh yeah, I remember that…”

They walked down a few more tunnels, and eventually, they were outside of a pair of grand green double doors, the doors to Thorax’s royal bedroom. It’s time! Spike was about to speak up, asking why they’d stopped, when the king spoke first, his innocent, hopeful voice breaking the silence between them as he meekly looked at him. “Hey, Spike, could you come in here for me? Y-You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and Thorax held a sharp breath in, until it finally happened.

After a moment, Spike’s eyes glazed over just like Thorax’s previous victim. Like Rarity did, he stared into space, and it was like the reptile’s body went limp as his mind registered the words. This all happened in a second, and shortly after the question had been asked, Spike’s voice numbly spoke up. “No, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

He stumbled forward in a trance, and Thorax held the door open for him as his crush made his way into his bedroom. There was an inkling of guilt lingering in the back of the dragon-lover’s head, but it was easily overpowered by his excitement at finally getting a chance with the creature he loved, and his giddiness at having him in his bedroom of all places.

Regretting nothing, Thorax pranced inside and shut the door behind him, trapping the vulnerable dragon and him in here together.

“Nghhhhh!” In the royal bedroom, which was little more than a huge bed and a bookshelf, Thorax couldn’t resist doing another excited dance as he grinned at the dragon stood in the middle of the room.

It was finally happening!

The changeling was so overjoyed that he didn’t even want to revel in knowing that the time was finally here, he just wanted to get started, so moving in front of his hypnotised love, he began.

Or he would’ve, if his eyes hadn’t drifted down to the bare balls hanging from beneath the dragon’s dick-slit.

No! Not yet! Eyes shooting back up, Thorax didn’t want to waste this by getting too grabby. In due time. He wanted nothing more right now than to stick his face into Spike’s junk, but resisting his baser wants in fear of ‘waking up’ his closest friend, he actually began. “So… Spike… You enjoy spending time with me, right?” He started off small. He didn’t want to miss anything.

“Y-Yes, I enjoy spending time with you.”

Good. He continued. “And you are attracted to me, aren’t you, Spike?”

His dragon didn’t reply immediately, likely his brain being rewired to fit his wants. When he spoke, his words were stuttered. “…A-A little.”

Remembering what he did with Rarity, Thorax pushed. “A little? Spike, you are attracted to me. Tell me you are.”

Spike struggled, but eventually, his mind gave in. “I… am. I find you really attractive, Thorax.”

“You’ve always been attracted to me, not Rarity.”

“I’ve always been attracted to you, not Rarity.” The motionless body droned mindlessly.

And Thorax couldn’t stop himself from continuing. “You lust after me. Nocreature makes you hornier than I do, and you love my body like I love yours.”

“I love your body like you love mine.”

I… suppose I don’t really need this anymore. In a flash of changeling magic, Thorax’s bigger butt was removed, and he kept going, unable to stop. “You wanna spend the rest of your life with me, don’t you? You want us to be lovers and mates, right Spike?”

“I want us to be lovers and mates, Thorax.”

Thorax couldn’t take it anymore. Another question came out of his mouth, this one packed with lust as his breathing got heavier. “You wanna… g-grab my big changeling ass with those claws of yours and… and moan as I fuck you and mate you. You want that, Spike. You want to be mine.”

“I want to be yours.”

Thorax didn’t care if it was mindless, and he didn’t care that his voice was monotone, hearing those words come out of Spike’s mouth awakened something in him, something fierce and passionate and lustful and hungry both inside of him and in between his legs.

Thorax didn’t think, he just acted.

Desperately, one green front leg wrapped around the back of Spike’s neck, and needily, the Changeling King pulled him towards him until he’d smashed their lips together.

The new and improved Spike had definitely broken out of his trance now, and his arms flailed a bit when he woke up, but on noticing what was happening, instead of fighting, instead of pushing Thorax away, he saw the changeling he’d been lusting over for years kissing him, and closed his eyes too as he returned the favour.

A long changeling tongue pried at Spike’s lips, seeking entry, and the dragon found it odd. He couldn’t recall ever trying to pursue Thorax romantically, but now that he was here, with his arms around his love’s neck, he wasn’t hesitating to open his mouth and allow him in. “Mmm!”

As Thorax entered Spike, Spike entered Thorax, and holding onto each other, they passionately let their long tongues swirl together as a wholesome kiss quickly turned into sloppily making out. They both wanted each other, what was stopping them?

Their tongues clashed and fought and both males moaned into each other’s mouths as they did, but they only stopped when Thorax pulled back.

Separating their mouths, the infatuated changeling panted as Spike did the same, a long string of saliva still connecting them. With a disbelieving look on his face, he peered deep into Spike’s eyes almost pleadingly, and spoke. “You love me too, don’t you Spike? Tell me you love me?”

Spike looked back, his Spike, and he blushed before looking away and mumbling out his words. “I, um… I love you too, Thorax.”

The bug’s heart leaped, and before doing anything else, he crashed their lips into each other’s again, no tongue this time. The best part of it all was how he could constantly taste Spike’s love, and tasted how genuine and obsessed and unending his love was. The dragon loved him as much as he loved him back. Spike belonged to him now, and he belonged to Spike.

When Thorax pulled away, his face was needy, desperate for the dragon he’d pined for for so long, and his words came out in one needy, laboured breath. “Then make love to me. Please.”

The words registered in Spike’s head, before he grinned back, and his claw placed itself on the quadruped’s chest. Gently, it started pushing him back, and Thorax let it as he walked backwards, and felt his bed on the back of his legs. With Spike still pushing, obligingly, he sat down.

Sat up straight, he watched with bated breath as the dragon stared down at his sheath. Nervously, Thorax spoke up, his voice hot and bothered. “H-Have you ever done anything like this before?”

Spike’s claw didn’t move as his eyes peered up. “No. You?”

“I-I’m a virgin too.” Slowly, the dragon nodded, before he picked up the courage and started lowering himself, not stopping until he was on his knees in front of the changeling.

Down here, the bug’s balls and sheath were right there in front of him. They were impressively big, reeked of his musk, and Spike didn’t know why, but he craved them, and he wanted nothing more than to get off the creature he loved and lusted after. He couldn’t recall ever wanting to do this before, but now he couldn’t think of anything else.

He loved Thorax, he was lusting after Thorax, and now, he was going to ‘make love’ to Thorax.

At the same time, Thorax slowly spread his lower legs all the way, using his upper ones to balance himself as he presented his junk to his newly gay lover. He didn’t know what he was in store for, but he should have guessed as Spike moved his head eagerly towards his testicles.

Wh-What’s he going to d- “Ahn!” A thick, long, hot and wet dragon tongue tasted his big balls. It caught Thorax off-guard at first, but as the slippery dragon-tongue started swirling around his nutsack, often slipping upwards to play with his sheath too, the changeling found pleasure in it very quickly. “Mm! Keep doing that, Spike!”

Unbeknownst to him, two purple claws had drifted down between the squatting dragon’s naked legs, and as Thorax’s junk got lathered in his saliva, Spike started fondling his own testes, with his other claw idly playing with his dick-slit until the tip of a dragon’s cock slid out of it.

And speaking of dicks unsheathing. “Nguh! Y-Yes, Spike! You’re really good at this!” Getting his balls tongued, Thorax couldn’t hold himself back much longer, and soon, his long, hard, girthy changeling cock slid out of its sheath, and once dropped, hardened over his reptilian lover’s head.

It was seconds before the changeling was full-mast, with his big, bad bug boner throbbing wantingly for more of Spike.

And then, looking down, Thorax saw something incredible, something he’d only seen in wet dreams and dirty fantasies: as his member pulsated between his legs, the most turned-on it had ever been with the dragon’s foreplay getting it ready, Thorax’s changeling-cock was resting atop Spike’s face. He was looking up at him with a dirty smirk, and meanwhile, his meaty length was pulsating on him as he inhaled his musk deeply.

Only now did the realisation hit Thorax.

He’d won. He’d finally done it. After years of loving this dragon, after years of pining over him, after years of having to hear about what Rarity had been up to, and after years of wishing he could have the dragon for himself, finally, he’d made him his, and now nothing could stop the two from- “AAHN!”

Thorax’s pride had brought his mind away from Spike for only a second, and in that time, he’d been too distracted to notice him moving his head back, and too distracted to see as Spike wrapped his hot mouth around his tip, and sensually started sliding his head down his hung schlong.

Breathy moans burst out of Thorax as concentrated pleasure pulsed through his body. “Ahn! Spike! O-Oh my gosh!” As the wet, hot embrace of Spike’s mouth smothered his tip, and as he happily wedged more of his girth down his throat, the bug’s back arched as he moaned out for his love. “Y-Your throat’s really tight! And hot! Agh!” He wasn’t complaining.

It felt so good. Thorax had never felt anything like the squeezing warmth of Spike’s throat as he was eased down it, but what may have been his favourite part was looking down to see the dragon’s half-lidded eyes lovingly looking back. Spike wasn’t thinking about Rarity now.

Meanwhile, further down, with his whole draconic dick out in the open, knot-and-all, Spike got to stroking it, his other claw fondling changeling balls as more girthy meat widened his throat.

Sweet Celestia. This is awesome! He tastes so good! His untrained gag-reflex made sucking the bug off a little difficult, but with Spike’s lustful determination, it didn’t take long before he’d stuffed the entire thing down him, and his nose pushed against Thorax’s belly as he felt every throb of his giant, tasty cock. “Mmph!”

“Agh! You’re so good at this! Your throat feels so good, Spike!” Spike himself was happy to hear the moaned-out praise, but he wanted to hear more, and he was willing to work for it.

Sliding back up his lover’s raunchy rod, running his tongue all up its base and indulging in the flavour of Thorax, Spike didn’t stop until he was at his flared tip. The changeling had been moaning cutely the whole time, and it was music to the infatuated dragon’s ears.

“Yes! Keep doing that! Don’t stop! Please! Ah!” Spike couldn’t disappoint the creature he loved the most, and alongside that, he was desperate for more of his favourite changeling. Moaning too, he pushed the male’s fat cock back down his throat, letting it stretch it out again, but he didn’t get used to its size as he pulled back again, and then slid back down it.

In awe, Thorax watched as his Spike started bobbing his head on his cock, moaning around it as he did. Each hum sent vibrations through him that made him involuntarily buck into his face, but Spike didn’t care. Focusing on pleasing him, the dragon was entirely absorbed in the intimate act of sucking his crush’s cock and making him putty in his claws.

He did find it odd that, though he revelled in this moment and was greedily indulging on the lewd, filthy taste of Thorax’s meat, Spike couldn’t recall ever thinking of wanting this before. It didn’t matter though, it felt like he’d been longing to do this ever since he’d met the bug, so happily, Spike kept on bobbing up and down noisily, getting them both off at the same time.

And he clearly wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Ah! Oh my gosh! Ahn! Spike, I-I think I’m getting closer!” As Spike put his all into sucking, clearly enjoying himself as much as Thorax was, the bug was filling the room with moans alongside the dirty sounds of the eager blowjob.

Gluk! Gluk! Gluk! Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!

Spike didn’t relent though. He was hungry for Thorax’s cum and was getting close himself, with his other claw slipping down to massage his knot as he rampantly sucked and sucked and sucked until- “S-Spike! I’m- I’m gonna-!”

Right when Thorax was on the verge of blowing, out of nowhere, Spike stopped. The fiery lizard swiftly and sloppily slid the girth out of his throat, and for some reason, left the slick, throbbing changeling-cock right on the edge.

For Thorax, it was agonising. It felt like even touching his dick would make him blow his loads right now, and he was so desperate he nearly lit up his antlers to finish himself off, but then Spike did something.

From between his legs, his draconic lover opened his mouth wide, and from within, his big, slimy tongue came out. Enthralled, Thorax watched on, and he watched as the long appendage shot forward, wrapped around his shaft, and like his wildest dreams come true, started jerking him off with a furious need to make him cum.

Thorax didn’t last seconds. “AHHN! Spike! You’re- AH! I’m-!” He hunched over the dragon as more moans burst out of him, and didn’t do anything to stop Spike’s slippery tongue as it rapidly brought the awaited orgasmic sensation up and out his tip. And then, Thorax came. “I’m cumming! AAAGGGHHNN!”

The first thick, hot rope of changeling cum blasted out, and it flew a short distance to land directly in the dragon’s maw, and then another followed it, and another, all the while the tongue kept pumping Thorax’s meat. Spike, with his eyes closed, gladly let every single drop of seed shoot into his widened mouth, and despite the ropes of spunk that overshot and landed on his face instead, the dragon was sure to catch all he possibly could.

Meanwhile, his claw was a blur between his own legs. Desperately jerking himself off, squeezing his knot and feeling pent-up spunk shoot out onto him, Spike was easily able to make himself cum too, so he did. As his mouth and face were painted white, the dragon blasted out his own orgasm, only instead of onto his lover’s face, he painted the bed’s sheets and the floor with his jizz.

And then, they panted. With their balls already getting to work churning more cum for them, the males just sat there and calmed down a little bit.

Surely nothing could get in the way of that, right?

No, Spike didn’t let Thorax calm down.

In full view of him, with the long changeling-cock beginning to soften before him, Spike the bug-lover closed his mouth, and in one loud, hardy gulp, downed the fresh batch of tasty spunk readily given to him. The dragon relished the potent, intoxicating taste, and when he was done, he sultrily looked back up at his love, with a face covered in the rest of his seed.

Thorax had never gotten so hard so quickly before.

No creature could turn him on like this dragon could. He loved Spike, and he loved what he could do to him.

But now he wanted more of him.

A carnal, lustful, lecherous look overtook Thorax’s usually adorable face, and Spike spotted it immediately, and knew what was coming next. Thorax wanted him, just like he wanted Thorax, and they were going to prove it in that bed.

Rising until he was eye-to-eye with the bug though, with his claws on his back knees, Spike wanted to ask something first, until he was cut off by the furiously horny changeling speaking wantingly. “S-Spike.”

Gazing back hotly, Spike replied. “Yeah, babe?”

He called me ‘Babe’! Thorax’s heart leapt again quickly, before the creature was reminded of the demanding throbbing between their bodies. “Get on the bed. Now.”

He was happy to, but first. “Hey, Thorax, just curious, are we gonna be mates?”

His answer was instant. “Yes. We’re gonna be mates. As long as you get on your claws and knees. P-Please.” Spike smiled, and Thorax got one quick glance down at his erect dragonhood before he smoothly slid past him and crawled up onto the bed.

The king’s eyes watched his every move, and as Spike moved past him, his eyes never left the reptilian rear he hungered for, almost pathetically desperate for it. It wasn’t long before he’d crawled to the middle of the bed though, with Thorax’s turned head trying to see under the big tail covering up his dragon’s junk.

On his elbows and knees, Spike looked back at his needy changeling and grinned. It felt so good seeing his obsession lusting over him the way he did with him, but he felt just as needy as he did, and was ready to feel something new. He kept his tail over his crack for a bit longer.

“Hey babe, is this good?” On his words, his thick tail was lifted, and all at once his lovely dragon ass was presented without a care in the world.

And Thorax couldn’t get enough of it.

Between two thick yet muscular thighs, a big, leaky dragon-cock dangled between Spike’s legs, still erect despite just cumming and pulsing happily. Above his dick, Spike’s balls hung, perfectly-sized orbs that made Thorax salivate when he imagined having them in his mouth. But then, above all that and in between two curvy, fuckable cheeks, Spike’s asshole lay, inviting him and only him to ravage it to his lust’s content and until the both of them were satisfied.

Grinning some more at the face his mate-to-be made, Spike couldn’t resist swaying his ass a little. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.” And with obvious want in his voice, Thorax’s body turned to him. As Spike grabbed and pulled his tail further back, Thorax shuffled ever closer, eyes trained on the prize, and he didn’t stop until his muzzle was inches away from the dragon’s butt. Then, he hesitated. “Um, can I…?”

“Dig in! I’m not head-down, tail-up for nothing!” The new Thorax-obsessed Spike wanted this as much as he did, and fortunately, he didn’t have to wait for long to get it. “Ngahh!”

Without hesitation, Thorax’s muzzle dove forward, and with a hungry craving for dragon, it slammed between the green and purple cheeks as his lips pressed against Spike’s hole. Eagerly, his big changeling tongue dove in, and didn’t hold back.

“Rgah! Th-Thorax! Holy fuck! Uhn~!” Getting his ass eaten was a new experience for Spike, just like sucking dick had been, and he thought he’d prepared himself enough for it. He was very wrong.

Mercilessly, enthusiastically, Thorax’s thick and slick tongue dove into Spike’s rear. It immediately pushed through his hole, stretching the ring around him as it slipped in, and after Thorax shoved its entire length up his butt, humming out moans as he did, then his tongue got to messing with the dragon’s guts. “Mmmm!”

“Gah! S-Sweet Celestia, Thorax! Ungh! Calm… d-d-down!” The intoxicated bug clearly wasn’t listening to him, and carelessly kept writhing his eager tongue inside his virgin hole. “Ngh! Fuck! Agh!” Spike didn’t get to adjust to it first though.

It felt good, but nothing like anything Spike had felt before. Like a weird good, but one that felt less weird and more like a huge changeling tongue being shoved up his asshole.

Nonetheless, as Thorax greedily gorged on his rear-end, Spike couldn’t stay still, and kept shifting in place from the uncomfortable yet pleasurable feeling up his body. He wasn’t getting used to it, but he wasn’t disliking it either, so he didn’t make his lover stop.

Meanwhile, Thorax had gotten a taste of the dragon, and now he wasn’t letting him go. It felt incredible to have something he’d dreamt of countless times before, so after placing his hooves on both of his dragon’s gropable asscheeks, the changeling was lost in tonguing his cave, practically making out with it not long after he’d been making out with his other end.

However, it didn’t take long though for him to slow to a stop. As much as he could do this forever, he wasn’t lubing up his Spike’s hind hole for nothing, and as pleasant as the squeezing around his tongue felt, there was something else between his legs that wanted to be squeezed down on much more, something long, hard, dribbling pre-cum and begging to be shoved up his special somedragon.

Thorax didn’t resist his urges any longer.

Up front, Spike felt the slithery appendage slide out of his rear. It was easy to miss the anal stimulation, and he sort-of wanted it back up there, but he imagined something else would be going up there very soon. Besides, he bet Thorax would love acting as his personal seat often in their very… ‘touchy-feely’ future relationship.

Back behind, Thorax was ready to fuck a dragon. His furiously throbbing bug-cock didn’t give him a choice, so, without warning, Thorax slid his face from between the scaly cheeks, and after rising up onto his legs again, he mounted Spike’s perfectly positioned body. As he breathed heavily, his hips nudged forward, and with his chest against Spike’s back, his huge dick’s head prodded the dragon’s thoroughly explored back entrance.

Thorax spotly hotly, and leaving no room for question. “Spike. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

The dragon heard, but didn’t respond, and braced himself for the coming attack.

It was a good thing he prepared himself.

“RAAAAGGHH!” All at once, only able to think of using his favourite dragon to satiate his lust, Thorax thrust his hips forward with a powerful buck. In the one violent move, his fat tip was forcibly wedged into the dragon’s asshole.

“Ngh! Ah! Urgh! Ahn! Hngh!” Thorax could’ve basked in the feeling of Spike’s tight insides clinging down on him, and revelled in how his hot body felt wrapped around his thick cock. But no. Thorax did enjoy it, but he didn’t revel in the feeling, and instead was intent on getting to feel more of the dragon’s insides, now.

Insistently, he bucked deeper. “AHHN! FUCK! Th-Thorax! Holy shit! Slow d- AAGHN!” Spike could barely manage a sentence before losing control of his voice again, but who could blame him when he had this horny changeling on top of him? And the bug’s size didn’t help either. It felt big in his throat, but that didn’t prepare him for having his asshole stretched wide open to accommodate his overwhelming size, making Spike have to cling to the bedsheets as he felt every inch of the changeling’s hung pole being shoved up him. “ANGH! THORAX! UGH! HNGH!”

Meanwhile, Thorax didn’t notice his struggle, and kept bucking into him like a wild horse in heat. “Ahn! Spike! You’re so tight! Ah! I love you! I love you so much!” Being up Spike’s shithole truly did feel incredible. To have his dragon’s body gripping down on him so tightly, sending mind-numbing pleasure through his cock. Thorax wasn’t to blame for craving more. “Ngh! Take my cock, babe! You feel so good! Ah! F-Fuck!”

It was difficult to get deeper into Spike with how tight his virgin butthole was, but the extra-added lubricant did wonders to help. Usually saliva wasn’t a good lube, but Thorax didn’t have just ordinary saliva, he had changeling saliva, the perfect lube for frantic fucking.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” It didn’t take long before Thorax’s desperate wailing on Spike’s rear paid off, and soon his entire cock was being pleasured by his hot, snug embrace, Thorax’s hips pressed hard against his cheeks as their balls squished against each other’s. “NGH! Agh! Ungh!”

Having to feel so much meat stuffed up his body, with it feeling so weird and unnatural, Spike thought he might get to rest for a second, but he was wrong. “NGAH!” As soon as he tried to relax, the huge length inside him pulled back, and before he could do anything to stop him, Thorax got to fucking him, wildly. “ARGH! FUCK!”

Crashing forward, the big bug’s hips smacked against Spike’s asscheeks hard, and after pulling back, they smacked against them again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Like a determined fuck-machine, Thorax roughly, brutally mated Spike, and it was seconds before he was ramming into him at full speed, pulling back and ramming himself back in until his hips were a noisy blur.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

“AGH! HOLY FUCK! AH! UGH! HNGH! UHN!” Spike could do nothing but take it.

His body shook back and forth with every ruthless ram into him, and already the dragon’s cheeks were getting red and sore from the rough pounding they were receiving, but through the harsh ‘love-making’, there was pleasure to be had, and he was getting plenty of it.

“AHN! THORAX! YES! KEEP GOING! MATE ME! AGH! DON’T STOP! RUIN MY ASSHOLE!” Getting fucked in the ass was better than Spike could have ever imagined. The pleasure bombarding his brain felt better than jacking off ever had, and getting Thorax’s changeling-cock shoved deep into him over and over again, Spike grew to really enjoying it, despite having to get used to the horny creature’s rabid rutting.

Before they knew it, minutes passed with them stuck in that endless, euphoric cycle of vicious loving, and they couldn’t get enough of it.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

But as Thorax kept bucking his hips, frantically wedging himself as deep into Spike as he could go over and over and over again, something was threatening to put and end their unending session of pure gay lust:

They were getting ready to cum.

Spike could feel his claws-free orgasm rising up, and through the pleasure making a mess of his brain, he could tell his lover was too, with his animalistic groans growing more desperate and needy. But Spike didn’t want this to end yet, so he had an idea, and spoke up through the constant moaning. “AH! TH-THORAX! W-WAIT! STOP!”

Now, Thorax was in the mood to fuck a dragon and not stop until he was full of all the spunk he could give him, but he still heard Spike’s words, and still loved the dragon with an unending passion, so he stopped for him, as agonising as it was. “Wh-What is it, Spike?”

When Thorax stopped, still lodged deep up Spike’s sphincter, the dragon panted, before he spoke up to his mate. “C-Could you get up? I’ve got an idea.”

Thorax obliged. To his dragon-loving dick’s dismay, he slid it slowly out of his rear, and when it was fully out, Thorax dismounted Spike, his impressive appendage throbbing furiously beneath him. It was just about ready to cum too, but Thorax waited, for Spike.

Then, down beneath him, Spike got up. He got off of his arms and knees and stood next to the changeling that was at fault for making his gaping anus so sore. A claw once again pressed against Thorax’s chest.

Wh-What is he-? He let himself get guided to the top of the bed, and then Spike spoke to him, huskily and giving him half-lidded eyes.

“Get on your back.” Again, Thorax obliged. Getting onto his rump, he laid back until his back was on the bed, his head was on his bed’s pillows, and his body was fully exposed to the lustful, equally-erect dragon. Trembling with need, Thorax slowly spread himself.

What’s he gonna-? Before he could think on it any longer, Spike acted. With an enticingly seductive aura, the dragon slowly reached for his sensitive length, making Thorax gasp when he grasped it. Then, with it in his clutches, Spike went and squatted over it, and with Thorax watching his every move, he lowered himself down and down and down, and Spike didn’t stop until he was sat on his lover’s lap, balls resting on his green belly. “O-Oh my gosh! S-Spike!”

Spike adjusted himself to be on his knees, and then, placing his claws on the changeling’s chest, he started fucking himself on Thorax’s magnificent member.

“AHN! Ngh! Ah!” Once again, they went back to fucking, with the king luckily able to watch his lover’s dick now bounce up and down with each bounce on his cock. With them both being so ready to blow though, it didn’t take long for their love-making to go from intimate to passionate to barbaric.

Soon, Thorax’s hips began jolting up to meet Spike’s, and soon, the rough pounding of dragon cheeks once again filled the room. It didn’t matter what position they were in, this was a carnal fucking, and Thorax made sure of it.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

“Agh! F-Fuck! You’re the best, Spike! Ngah!” It took no time at all for both to build their orgasms up again.

With Spike on his knees and Thorax beneath thrusting up into him as he dropped down, relentlessly jamming himself up into Spike and watching how it made his dragon-dick bounce, the males were finally ready to finish, and weren’t going to delay any longer.

Without slowing, Thorax moaned out his words. “Ah! Spike! I’m gonna cum!”

And Spike cried his out too, with a fucked-silly expression on his face. “I-I’m getting close too!”

They kept mashing their bodies together, making both their sacks fly wildly as they did, but that didn’t matter, as the changeling felt the long-awaited feeling burst out of him. “SPIKE! I’M GONNA-“ His horn and antlers lit up, and after a light-blue glow enveloped Spike’s hips, uncontrollably, he was forced back down Thorax’s fuckstick one last time, and once it was buried in him the deepest it could get- “NGGAAAAAHHHH!”

Thorax came. With his magic keeping Spike in place on him, the changeling’s climax erupted out of him, literally. First, a long, thick rope of his kingly cum blasted into Spike, pumped all the way from his big balls and up his giant schlong to paint his guts with his seed. And after that, much more followed.

With his tongue stuck out, Thorax felt the orgasm of a lifetime crash down on him, and lost in the orgasmic bliss, he did nothing as his fat, changeling nuts unloaded into the dragon. And then Spike came too.

Getting his insides marked by the potent seed of his changeling love and feeling every drop of it get stuffed inside of him, Spike stood no chance holding his own climax back. Instinctively shoving his own hips forward, claws nowhere near his dick, the dragon let his splooge suddenly shoot out of him. “RAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!”

Green fire burst from him as hot jizz did too, only instead of shooting up, his cumshots blasted all over his lover, with a rope or two even finding their way into the changeling’s mouth. A pleasant surprise.

Still cumming himself, Thorax happily swallowed down Spike’s spunk, revelling in its taste. His dragon’s cum tasted almost as good as his love did. Almost.

But eventually, like all things had to, they stopped.

After spending so long (but still not long enough) dumping ropes of cum onto and into each other, their cum-tanks emptied at long last, and panting, the two remained motionless, connected but unwilling to move for the longest time as they came down from the lustful highs they’d just experienced.

And then, it happened.

With a soft cock nestled inside his rear, Spike dropped his body forwards, and messily, their chests collided with a splat as Thorax’s flaccid dong slipped out of his hole. They could clean themselves up in the morning. Changeling hives didn’t have any showers for cleaning themselves, but they’d make do.

In silence, they snuggled, and let their minds adjust now that they could think clearly.

Both felt the same way: satisfied.

Spike was satisfied that he’d gotten to finally get together with the bug he’d been obsessed with for years, and they now were mates and carnal lovers.

But Thorax was far more satisfied than Spike could’ve been. He wasn’t just satisfied that he’d gotten to make his dragon his loyal lover, companion and fucktoy too, he was also satisfied that after the years of pining and wanting to be with him, finally they could be together. Spike only thought that he’d been wanting this for years, but that was good enough for Thorax. He couldn’t ask for much else.

In each other’s legs, with wide smiles on both their faces, it was Spike who spoke up first. “You invited me here for a date, didn't you?”

“…Yeah.” He wasn’t lying, he’d wanted it to be like a date with the dragon, even if it wasn’t.

Spike moved to his side, and they embraced in the bed, exhausted after putting their all into fucking/getting fucked. “Good. I’m glad it turned out this way.” True, he couldn’t remember walking into Thorax’s bedroom, or when he first pressed his lips to his, but Spike was too happy to care about all that.

“Me too.” And Thorax was even more elated. Taking Spike in one more sensual kiss, one with no heat or passion behind it, just adoration, when he pulled apart, they wrapped each other in their arms/legs and got under the covers.

After that, they were both treated to a deep sleep, one filled with each other.

To put it lightly, waking up the next morning, Thorax was in a good mood. He’d just lost his virginity, had incredible sex with the dragon he was obsessed with, made him his mate for life, and there was a pleasurable feeling down at his flank right now.

Long story short: Thorax was feeling goooooooood!

He was curious about what that feeling was though. As tempted as he was to curl deeper into his pillow, he couldn’t just ignore some random feeling down at his- “Gah!”

The feeling got… inside him.

Jolting up in bed, Thorax looked down confusedly to investigate, and his magic lifted up the covers immediately, only to find…

It was Spike, with his claws on his rump, his lips against his ponut, and his tongue poking at his entrance.

Thorax smiled lewdly at the sight. I suppose I did make sure he lusted after me, after all…

On noticing he was caught, Spike looked up at him with eyes that said ‘May I?’.

Unthinkingly, Thorax caved. “Please. Go ahead.” After that, he learnt what it was like to have his ass eaten.

He could get used to this, waking up every morning with his favourite dragon down at his heiny ready to ravish him. And to think, how many times had he gotten the chance to make him his with his musk in the past, and simply hadn’t?

Too many times.

It didn’t matter, that was in the past. Either way, Spike was his now, and all thanks to his marvellous musk. His musk with the power to… hypnotise… anycreature…

Thinking about it, a very cunning, very risque idea sprung up in Thorax’s mind: Why stop here?

He could hypnotise anycreature in Equestria he wanted for himself! Chrysalis couldn’t have done it with the hatred she’d garnered, but with the trust he’d earned…

Now Thorax thought about it, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, and he already had a few creatures in mind.

“AH! Spike! Go deeper! Please!”

Author's Note

I'd once again like to thank Jake for commissioning me to write this fic. Not only are these two a fun ship, but he was a delight to work with, and this fic was all thanks to him!

And just a heads-up, I cannot confirm or deny that any future commissions will be as long or descriptive as this, but I'll try my best to make sure they are!