A New Way to Reconnect

“Coming,” a distant but familiar voice called out as Shining lowered his hoof from the front door of the Castle of Friendship.

It was pretty rare for him to venture out to Ponyville, especially without the company of his wife and daughter, he had nothing better to do - literally. With Cadance and Flurry off visiting Celestia and Luna, the guards back at the Crystal Empire having just received an inspection, and Sunburst teaching full time at the School of Friendship, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do with a week to himself. As the door swung inward and a pair of cat-like, emerald eyes peered out at him, a smile graced his muzzle.

“Spike!” he chirped. “It’s been - woah…”

“Shining!” Spike exclaimed, rushing out and snaring him in a warm, welcoming hug. “Oh jeez - it’s been too long!”

Shining returned the embrace before stepping back and lifting his head. To the best of his knowledge, it had only been six - maybe seven months since he’d last seen Spike, yet the dragon was far, far bigger than he remembered. Once only coming up to his chest, the fire-breathing reptile now stood head and shoulders taller than him!

Unable to keep himself from chuckling, he shook his head. “Hit a growth spurt ~ huh?”

Spike paused, looked down at himself, and blushed ever so slightly. “Yeah. I was - shoot. Where are my manners,” he merrily groused, stepping aside and waving to the foyer. “Would you like to come in?”

“Sure,” Shining intoned, trotting past and into the entrance hall. “So is the weather nice up there?”

“Ha ha,” Spike wryly laughed as he closed and locked the door behind himself. “Trust me, it’s taken - well, taking a lot of getting used to. I thought getting my wings would be tricky, but dealing with all this,” he continued, waving a clawed hand at himself, “has been nuts.”

“I can believe it,” Shining hummed.

Giving himself a moment, he looked his friend over from top to bottom. He hated to say it, but Spike actually looked pretty silly. With long limbs, a slim torso, and a slender neck, the once-dumpy little dragon looked like a toy that had been stretched out. Though he tried to contain himself, his mirth didn’t go overlooked.

Spike knit his brow and smirked. “I bet if I asked Twilight, she’d have a few stories about when you were my age…”

“Oh I’m sure she does,” Shining countered. Glancing over his shoulder, he pursed his lips. “Speaking of which ~ where is my sister?”

“She’s in Canterlot,” Spike responded. “Apparently there’s some little get together the Princesses are having.”

Pinching the bridge of his snout, Shining sighed. If Cadance had mentioned that her trip was going to involve the other Princess, he must not have heard it - regardless, he wasn’t going to Twilight’s absence ruin his trip. Seeing as how he and Spike were in the same boat, having respective castles all to themselves, there was no reason they couldn’t hang out, catch up, and maybe grab something greasy from the Hayburger.

“You eaten?” he asked.

Strolling past him and deeper into the castle, Spike motioned for him to follow. “I was probably going to heat up some leftovers in a little while ~ why?”

“I figure we could grab a bite - my treat,” Shining noted. Trotting up and matching the dragon’s pace, he slowed. “I mean, if you don’t have any plans.”

“Can’t say I’ve got any of those,” Spike sighed, hanging his head as he trudged along. “Big Mac’s busy on the farm, Sunburst is holding tutoring sessions all week, and Discord - well, I’m not sure where Discord is.”

Shining snickered as he was led into the ground-floor living room. “I’d be willing to wager he’s off making googly-eyes at Fluttershy.”

“Probably doing more than that with Fluttershy,” Spike quipped. “Knowing those two, they’re probably…”

Waiting fruitlessly for the dragon to continue, Shining peaked a brow. “Probably…?”

“I’ll tell you, but you gotta promise not to tell anypony - not Cadance and definitely not Twilight,” Spike hissed, lowering his voice and conspiratorially glancing at the window.

Seating himself on the carpet, Shining held a forehoof to his chest. “You have my word.”

“Alright, lemme just get something to drink,” Spike murmured. Turning and strolling back to the corridor, he hesitated by the exit. “You want anything ~ a snack or Dragonade maybe?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Shining replied, standing and crossing to the sofa.

Easing himself down and making himself comfortable, he gave a deep, contented sigh. Even though Twilight’s castle was still relatively new, less than a decade old, it felt like a home away from home. While he drank in the den, one of three within the crystalline keep, his mind wandered.

Spike had it pretty nice, being a hero in his own right, having a full life ahead of him, and plenty of friends - that being said, even with his newfound stature, his life wasn’t perfect. It was the worst kept secret in Equestria that he’d had a crush on Rarity for years, but nothing had ever happened between them. Now that he was getting older, it would only be a matter of time until he started giving more serious thought to romantic pursuits.

“Think fast,” Spike shouted.

Igniting his horn, Shining caught a bottle sailing through the air at him. “Thanks, buddy.”

Spike dismissively waved a claw as he joined him on the sofa. “Don’t mention it.”

“So,” Shining began, uncapping his drink and helping himself to a sip, “how’ve things been?”

Shrugging, Spike sipped from a glass of what looked like lemonade. “All things considered, pretty good. Gonna be graduating from the School of Friendship next semester, I’ve already been offered a job as an assistant instructor, and I managed to get my claws on a really - and I mean really rare issue of the Power Ponies that I’ve been looking for for ages.”

As nice as it was to hear Spike was doing well for himself, that wasn’t exactly what Shining was curious about. His musings about the dragon’s amorous pursuits, compounded by the offhoofed remark about Fluttershy and Discord’s love life, had piqued his interest. Sagely nodding he reclined and bided his time for an opening.

“How about you though?” Spike countered. “Have things been going well up in the Crystal Empire?”

“Well enough,” Shining responded. “Flurry’s growing like a weed, Cadance is as happy as ever, and the citizens are thriving - in short, everypony’s doing well.”

While he hadn’t lied, he’d sidestepped the question in a way. Everypony in the Crystal Empire was doing well - everypony but him. There was no good reason for him to complain about his life, being a genuine Prince, having a beautiful wife and daughter, and untold riches within the royal coffers, but he had needs that had been long neglected. He’d assumed Cadance would regain her once phenomenal sex drive after she’d given birth to Flurry - unfortunately for him, her libido had only diminished further and further over the years.

Shifting to face him, Spike grimaced. “What about you though?”

“I’m…” he trailed off, choosing his words carefully. “I’m alright.”

“You don’t sound very convincing, but I won’t pry,” Spike relented. “Oh yeah, I was gonna tell you about Discord and Fluttershy! So…”

Thankful for the reprieve, Shining gave Spike his full attention. He’d expected to hear something a little spicy, like how his friend had caught Fluttershy and Discord kissing, yet the tale was positively naughty. About a month prior, on a day like any other, Spike had stumbled upon the pair of mismatched lovers in a very steamy situation.

The good news was that that focus had been shifted off Shining - the bad news was that hearing the story got him more than a little flustered and frustrated the living heck out of him. There was nothing wrong with an unmarried couple having a bit of fun together, but he was lucky if he got any action once a month - even then, it wasn’t usually all that passionate or long-lived. The more he thought about it, though it was sad to consider, it felt like the nights of wildly making love were behind him.

He cleared his throat when Spike finished. “You said you got some rare comic?”

“Yeah,” Spike cheerfully bleated, “you wanna see it?”

Polishing off his drink, Shining unseated himself and sat his emptied bottle down. “Lead the way.”

While he trailed along behind the gangly dragon, he tried and failed to deal with his soured mood. It wasn’t like he was getting any younger, he had a daughter to take care of, and he had plenty of responsibilities as the commander of the Crystal Empire’s guard - even if those weren’t factors to consider, he was married. As fun as it would be to relive his glory days, to go out to a bar or club and pick up some hot little mare, it simply wasn’t an option.

Opening his door and plodding inside, Spike scampered over to his dresser and reverently picked up a comic wrapped in plastic. “Check this badcolt out!”

“And you managed to get it signed?” Shining remarked, spying a signature emblazoned on the cover. “Hope you keep it somewhere safe!”

Turning and placing the comic back on its perch, Spike beamed. “That’s the plan. There’s a place in Manehattan that…”

It wasn’t that Shining didn’t care about the process of getting a comic graded and entombed within an impregnable shell, but something else snagged his attention. Situated on the dresser, right beside the fabled issue, were a number of pictures; most of the photos were of Spike and his friends, the motley crew who’d helped save Equestria from Cozy Glow, and they brought a smile to his muzzle - that was until he saw one of Smolder. He hadn’t seen the dragoness in - jeez, it must have been a year or more.

“You keep up with her?” he inquired, nodding to the photo.

“I mean, not really - yeah, we’ll exchange a scroll here or there, but that’s about it,” Spike grumbled.

The dragon’s sudden shift in tone instantly got him curious. “If you don’t mind me asking, were you two a thing?”

“Smolder - Celestia, no,” Spike laughed. “She’s a bit too pushy for me.”

“I can see that. Most of the dragons I’ve met are fairly assertive - no offense,” he quickly added.

Leaning against his dresser, Spike dismissively waved a claw. “None taken. Honestly, when - if I find my special somepony, I hope they’re - you know, a pony.”

“Can’t argue with you on that one,” Shining admitted. “There ain’t a darn thing wrong with bipeds, but give me four legs and a juicy flank any day.”

“Easy for you to say,” Spike muttered, turning his eyes to the floor. “Most mares don’t have any interest in this…”

Seeing Spike motion at himself, Shining grimaced. “Who are you kidding? A tall, strong dragon who can breathe fire and who’s in good with the Princesses? I bet you’ve gotta beat the mares off with a stick!”

“I wish…” Spike grunted. “It’s just -”

“Just nothing,” Shining interrupted. “You just have to get yourself out there and meet some new ponies. Let’s be real, it’s not like Ponyville has a thriving dating scene or all that many young, available mares to choose from.”

“Yeah…” Spike groaned.

Undeterred and hoping to inject a bit of levity into the suddenly dour situation, Shining spun around and strutted to the far side of the chamber. “Unless you - no, nevermind…”

Spike lifted his head and peered over at him. “Unless what?”

Shining leaned forward and wiggled his tush as he grinned over his shoulder. “Unless you’re into stallions now…”

He’d just wanted to make a joke, to tease the dragon that was effectively his nephew, but the reaction he got was not what he’d anticipated. Instead of laughing it off and telling him to quit it, Spike stared intently over at him with an unreadable expression. Suddenly self-conscious, he straightened up and turned back around.

“You know I was just…” he fell silent when he saw the full extent of his spontaneous and lighthearted actions.

Contrasted against the light-green of his underbelly and the mulberry of his scaled hide was a hint of something pink at his groin. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at, but he instantly averted his gaze when he understood what he was seeing. His little display had either been more provocative than he’d thought or Spike had a very strange response to being endearingly bullied, because the tip of his cock had sheathed from its internal confines.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” Spike coughed. “You want another drink?”

“S…sure,” Shining sputtered, unable to look over as his friend hastily made his leave.

Now left to his lonesome, he cursed under his breath. Spike didn’t actually think he was hot ~ right? Had he really just got his friend a little hot under the collar? How was he going to avoid making his visit uncomfortable after this? Of all the questions vying for dominance, there was one that rose to the top ~ why was he a little turned on?

Peeking back at his rump, he pursed his lips. He had put on a bit of weight over the last few years, what with not having to attend drills on a regular basis, and there had been times when he’d noticed Royal Guards or stallions eyeing him when he was out and about, but that didn’t mean he had a marish figure - at least, he was pretty sure it didn’t mean he had a marish figure. Drawn by a sudden movement, he glanced to one side.

His reflection peered back at him from a standing mirror resting against one wall. He was the same as he’d ever been - sure, he may have had broad hips and a relatively generous rump for a stallion, although he was far from a mare! Telling himself that he looked fine, he continued inspecting Spike’s room.

The place was close to how he remembered it being, yet there were a few new items that hadn’t been there when he’d last visited. Action figures lined a display case, there was a prominent pin-up of Rolling Thunder hanging over his bed, and a little trash can was situated next to his night stand. As he meandered over to check out the collectables, recognizing a few of the Power Ponies, a strange smell crept into his sinuses.

Given how strong it was, it was a mystery that he hadn’t picked up on the unfamiliar bouquet as soon as he’d entered the chamber. Strong, cloying, and unmistakably masculine, the aroma clung to his nostrils. It made sense that Spike’s appearance wasn’t the only thing that had changed over the years, with how fast he’d matured, but he wouldn’t have guessed that the once dumpy dragon would end up with such an overpowering scent.

Following his nose, he changed directions and wandered over to the bed. Strangely enough, ending up next to the mattress, he discovered that the smell wasn’t coming from the sheets - no, it was coming from the waste bin. He glanced at the door, compelled to investigate but not wanting to be caught doing something weird, and lowered his snout to the receptacle.

No sooner did he draw a deep breath through his nose than he shuddered. The trash can was nothing particular, although its contents were telling. Mounds of discarded tissues, many of which were damp, lay heaped in the metal container. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Spike had been doing to fill up the trash, and the thought flooded his mind with wild, wholly bizarre thoughts.

If Spike really did find him alluring, he had to know - if only so he wouldn’t be left speculating for years to come. With only a few minutes left before his host returned, he concocted and enacted a deliciously wicked plan. Doing anything too overtly seductive would likely backfire spectacularly, although nopony would blame him if he was accidentally walked in on him in an awkward position.

He pressed his chest to the floor and got into position after sorcerously but carefully flinging an action finger beneath the bed. When Spike returned and asked what he was doing, he’d simply say he’d dropped something - it was as simple as that. With his tail flicking from side to side and his hips held high, he smirked and tried not to pay too much attention to the door.

Only a hoofful of seconds later, Spike came sauntering back in. “We’re out of Dragonade, but I grabbed you a…”

Remaining right where he was, Shining pawed at the toy. “Got it! Sorry about that, I…”

The words died in his throat as he straightened up and wheeled around to face his host. Spike’s face was a beet red, his eyes were wide, and his jaw hung open limply, yet they went largely unnoticed - not because he didn’t want to savor his friend’s stunned expression, but because of the log of flesh gradually rising from the dragon’s groin. Long, slick, and way, way bigger than it had any right to be, Spike’s growing erection affirmed his suspicions on the spot - moreover, he felt his mouth water at the sight of it. He took a step closer, then a second and a third, until he shook his head to gather his wits.

“D…dropped this,” he sputtered, shaking the action figure as he hovered it back to its shelf.

Setting the toy back in its place, he gulped. It was obvious that his little display had worked, exciting Spike in a staggering way, but he’d unintentionally screwed himself over. In his haste to execute his little scheme, he’d failed to consider what he was going to do if he was successful.

The way he saw it, suddenly in quite the predicament, he had two options: he could either laugh it off and carry on like nothing had happened, ignoring the now throbbing length of dragon meat only a few feet away from him, or he could double down and follow his instincts. While he didn’t consider himself gay in the slightest, never having had any interest in stallions, he’d be lying if he said arousing somepony so completely didn’t get his motor running.

“Oh Spike,” he gasped, swooning as he closed the gap between them, “you’re so big!”

Plastering himself to the petrified dragon’s hip, he brought his face to within a hair’s breadth of Spike’s loins and giggled marishly. He was just playing around, having a little fun at his friend’s expense, yet he was getting hornier by the second. As he breathed hotly on the twitching, meaty shaft right inches away from his snout, his imagination ran wild.

Spike gently placed a claw on his shoulder and pushed him back. “I - uh - w…what are you doing?”

“Admiring that amazing bitch-breaker you’ve got,” Shining continued without breaking character. He’d been around enough drunken frat girls to know how to act, even if he was only partially pretending. “Don’t you want your cute little marefriend to…”

He cut himself off before he could say another word. There was a point at which this would stop being tongue-in-cheek, and he was already pressing his luck with what he could get away with. If he kept going, there was a chance he’d alienate one of his closest friends - if he stopped, he may never know exactly what Spike thought of him. Ultimately tempting fate, he trotted forward, lifted a foreleg, and drew his hoof up the draconic cock steaming in the cool air.

“Shining?” Spike whispered.

Not looking up, he delicately angled Spike’s shaft downward and to his opening muzzle. Buck it - Cadance had always told him that he should be a bit more experimental, even going so far as to peg him with a strap-on a hoofful of times, so he wasn’t fully to blame for broadening his horizons. Wrapping his lips around the startlingly hot cock-head, he peeked upward and found Spike gazing down at him.

The sensation of a dick in his muzzle was odd - not unpleasant, but definitely strange in more ways than one. Drawing in heady musk with every breath, relishing the taste of what had to be pre-cum against his palate, he bobbed his head. It wasn’t like he’d ever sucked somepony off before, but he’d gotten enough blowjobs to have a grasp of the basics.

Gliding his digits through Shining’s mane, Spike shivered and closed his eyes. “Buck…”

“You like that,” Shining mused, having momentarily cleared his snout. “How about you go make yourself comfortable, big colt.”

Spike looked as though he’d been about to say something, but he stayed quiet, nodded, and walked over to the bed. At worst, if things ended abruptly or got too weird, they could laugh about this later - at best, his old friend might become a friend with benefits. Trotting to and hopping on the end of the mattress, Shining faltered.

“It goes without saying that nopony ever hears about this ~ okay?” he firmly stated.

Laying down and rolling onto his back, Spike nodded again. “S…sure, of course.”

“Good,” Shining huffed, finding it increasingly difficult to hold himself back.

Trotting up between Spike’s outstretched, spreading legs, he lowered himself to the mattress and swallowed hard. It was silly to think he’d suddenly be apprehensive after having just had a dick in his mouth, but the shift in perspective and simply being on a bed made the circumstances all the more sinful. Dragging himself up the covers, he slid over Spike’s tail and came face to face with the incredible endowment.

He’d never given much thought to what kind of equipment dragons had, but he was extremely impressed and just a touch intimidated. With a spear-like head, bulbous base, and covered from root to tip in ridges, Spike’s tool was a far departure from a stallionhood. Lifting his head and extending his tongue, he picked up where he’d left off with only the slightest bit of hesitation.

Why ~ why was this so gosh darn hot?!? He was a proud straight stallion, he had a wife and daughter, and he was almost twice Spike’s age - he shouldn’t be doing this! And yet the fires of his passion hadn’t burned so brightly in a long, long time. Casting his inhibitions to the wind, he groaned as he pushed himself up and nursed on the pointed cock-head.

“That feels incredible,” Spike moaned, clutching his head and forcing him lower.

Shining went to reply, to jest that it wasn’t his first time sucking somepony off, but all he could manage was to wince when he was pulled downward. He should have been upset, angry that his throat had been abused mere seconds after starting, yet his heart skipped a beat and his tail flagged. It was only when a second hand grabbed his head, grasping his horn and keeping him from retreating, that he fully grasped how quickly things were escalating.

Taking sips of air when he could, he loudly slurped and gagged around the shaft plunging in and out of his gullet. Spike wasn’t being too rough with him, although the balance of power between them was shifting rapidly. Going from giving a blowjob to having his muzzle rutted, he propped himself up on his forelegs and ground his cock into the blanket beneath him.

To his shock, he didn’t just enjoy being treated like a sex-toy - he loved it. Every other sexual he’d had before had seen him as the top, of exerting control over his partner, but that wasn’t the case with Spike. While it was plain as day that he was the more experienced of the two, knowing how to pace himself, he was put at a huge disadvantage.

For starters, Spike was bigger and quite possibly stronger than him, excluding his ability to wield magic - secondly and just as jarringly, the concept of doing more than just oral was becoming maddening. Thoughts of being bent over and mounted consumed him, driving him wild, while his lungs fruitlessly heaved and heart raced.

Lost to a blissful fog, he ground his dick against the mattress. Ordinarily speaking, if he wanted to get himself off, he’d either use his aura or a forehoof, yet he felt close to cumming simply by getting his throat swabbed!. He blinked away a tear as he cracked one eye open, looked up, and froze.

Spike’s head was rolled back, unable to be seen clearly, although he couldn’t help but think that his friend looked bigger. While it could have been a trick of the light or how he was situated, he swore the dragon’s chest was broader and more muscular than it had been minutes prior. While he attempted to figure out what was happening and why he felt so lightheaded, the grip on his skull tightened.

Giving a low, ominous growl, Spike lifted his head and gazed down at him. Yeah, ok, something was either very wrong or very right - in either case, seeing the dragon’s markedly bestial countenance was enough to make him second-guess what he was doing. Secure in Spike’s clutches, he tensed when his lips were stretched around the girthy trunk of cock-meat.

In a split second, almost as soon as his nose was pressed to Spike’s groin, a seething heat flowed down his gullet and straight into his stomach. He’d figured the exchange wouldn’t last all that long, yet it felt like it had ended before it had truly begun! Willing himself to remain still, so he didn’t ruin the moment, he withdrew when the grip on his head loosened.

“Holy - Cough - heck,” he rasped, sending ropes of saliva and cum pattering over the bed. “That was - wow…Just…Just wow…”

He wasn’t sure what was crazier - the fact that he had a load of dragon seed sloshing around in his belly, that he’d made Spike cum, or how much he’d enjoyed getting his face fucked! Wiping off his face, he slipped a glance back down to the dragon. Things could have ended there, once he washed himself up and relieved himself in the bathroom, although there was one big reason he didn’t excuse himself; in spite of just having climaxed, Spike wasn’t even close to being soft.

Taking a deep breath and holding it to calm his racing heart and frazzled nerves, he weighed his options. Given it had only taken a small nudge to get Spike riled up, he was left to presume it wouldn’t take much to keep going. It may have been - no, it was pretty darn crazy, especially since he’d never been on the receiving end of a rutting, but he yearned to continue his adventure past the interspecies boundary.

“Hey, Spike?” he wheezed, rubbing his aching jaw. “Do - um - do you wanna keep going?”

Snorting, Spike drew his thick, forked tongue over his lips. If the amorous look in his eyes wasn’t a dead giveaway that he’d be happy to go a second round, the way he flexed his pelvis and smacked his drooling cock against his belly sure as heck was. Going to sit up, he was pushed back against the mattress by a rosy aura that leapt to his chest.

Shining kept the dragon pinned as he rubbed the back of his neck with a forehoof. “Just…just give me a second.”

There was a fine line between rashness and stupidity, and he wasn’t about to be the latter. He had some practice with anal before, although it wasn’t what he’d call a lot - plus having a relatively small silicone toy in his backside was a lot different than getting railed out by a dragon. Curbing his enthusiasm, he collected himself and formulated a plan.

He wasn’t going to be able to loosen himself up in any appreciable way, unless Spike had a dildo stashed away that he didn’t know about, although there were a few things he could do to prepare himself. Cadance had a number of spells she used - well, used to use to spice up things in the bedroom, and he couldn’t see why they wouldn’t work the same way on a stallion as they did on a mare. As he channeled power into his horn, he slowly exhaled and put his magic to use.

First and foremost, preparing himself was a priority. It was relatively simple to prepare somepony for anal, cleaning and lubricating their depths with an enchantment, but that only laid the groundwork for getting one’s backside stuffed. Bearing in mind that Spike looked off, afflicted by a dragonic version of rut-lust or possibly a metamorphosis similar to when he’d become covetous over Rarity years ago, it would be in his best interests not to let the big guy take the reins.

“I’ll get things s…started,” he stammered.

Stepping forward and turning around, he brought his tush above Spike’s imposing, pillar-like cock. He could still turn back and keep things from going any further than they already had, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t. All he could think about was how it would feel, to have himself stretched open and violated by the sweltering cock that had just despoiled his throat, and what little common sense he had left was eclipsed by his inconceivable desires.

He may eventually regret what he was doing, although that wasn’t enough to deter him. At that juncture, that fleeting moment in time, he’d never wanted anything more than to give himself to Spike. Squatting down and kissing his nearly virginal hole to the pointed cock-head, he trembled with anticipation.

He had every intention of taking it slow, gradually easing himself down to acclimate to the intrusion, but he wasn’t the only party involved. As a pair of massive hands glided up his thighs and to his waist, his hair stood on end. With no warning whatsoever, save for a guttural snarl, Spike wrenched him downward and impaled him.

A startled gasp escaped him, the breath hitched in his throat, and he tensed from his hooves to the top of his head. He’d expected some discomfort, yet the raw intensity of suddenly having something so big crammed into him was anything but painful. Peeking back, he warily smiled and constricted his pucker around Spike’s tool.

He’d actually done it, he’d crossed the boundary, but he wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. Motivated by his determination and the unimaginable urge for more, he lifted his hips, freed a fraction of Spike’s length, and threw his weight down. Sparks sailed from his horn and stars danced in his vision as he repeated the motion a second time, then a third and a fourth, until he was wantonly riding the dragon.

The only reason he’d chosen reverse cowgirl for the exchange was because being able to see one another’s faces may have been embarrassing for either of them, although that meant the glimpse he’d gotten of Spike’s smile was a brief one. Closing his eyes and dipping his head, he fixated on the indescribable sensations accosting him. The heat radiating through his belly, the little ribs that tickled his p-spot, and the abject feeling of fullness scratched an itch he hadn’t known he had while he moved faster and faster.

He moved out of instinct, giving no thought to his lecherous actions as he gnawed lower lip to stifle himself. It was a darn good thing that Spike was letting him do most of the work ~ or was it? Simply musing on how different things would be if he was claimed, laying on his back with his legs splayed, pushed him closer to his limit.

Looking down at himself, he watched his stallionhood sway and dribble pre-cum to the blanket. He hadn’t even touched himself, yet he was teetering on the cusp of a cumming. There were stories about stallions who could blow a load without any stimulation to their dick, having the cum fucked out of them, but it wasn’t until that moment that he actually believed it was possible. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he fucked himself with reckless abandon and chased his climax.

With a bone-chilling snarl creeping to his ears, the world spun around him. He yelped, flipped forward and onto his chest as a tremendous weight settled over him. A clawed hand shot to the back of his head, driving his face into the sheets, while a second grasped him by his hip. Unable to see and barely able to breathe, he whimpered as Spike turned the tables and gave him what he so desperately longed for.

A part of him was gripped with fear, yet a far larger, far more primal piece of him was overjoyed. Somehow, in defiance of all odds and preconceptions he had of himself, he’d enticed another, arguably superior male to take him as a mate. Grunting with each of Spike’s thrusts, hearing the beast grunting above while the bed frame creaked below, he howled out and quaked as he was wracked with unfettered ecstasy.

This wasn’t making love, nor was it something as simple as a mere fling - this was breeding in its purest form. Spike may or may not have been fully aware of what he was doing, plowing away like it was the last thing he’d ever do, yet his intentions were crystal clear. Regardless of the fact that he was a stallion, Shining was little more than an eager, receptive mate.

Shining’s legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, his heart thundered in his chest, and rivulets of cum gushed from his softening dick as his mind went blank. He’d often wondered how there were stallions who enjoyed being treated so ruthlessly, but now he saw the light. Compared to every other libidinous activity he’d ever partaken in, nothing - nothing could rival the awe-inspiring rapture of being mercilessly used by somepony greater than himself.

Before his initial orgasm could subside, he was stricken with a second, more intense wave of bliss. Under ordinary circumstances, it would take the better part of half an hour to cum a second time, although the circumstances were anything but ordinary. Quaking uncontrollably, he howled like a filly being taken on her very first time.

His sanity was stretched thin as he climaxed over and over and over again. Maybe he really had gone insane, or perhaps this was all a dream - whatever the case may be, he prayed it would never come to an end. With his vision tunneling and saliva pooling against his face, he fought to remain conscious.

He had no way to tell how long he’d laid there getting his brains fucked out, but he came to his ripped back to the present when he sensed just how hard Spike was throbbing. Though he understood what was going to happen, that he was about to get a cream filling of a lifetime, nothing could have prepared him for being knotted. The girthy base of dragonhood slammed into him and nearly doubled in size, locking itself into his ass as a tsunami of scalding jizz bathed his interior.

He would have liked to say he climaxed in tandem with Spike, but the blinding ecstasy that overtook him was so much more profound than that. Going limp and all but lifeless, he panted and clung to consciousness for all his worth. As he grappled with what he’d done, that he’d just committed an act of adultery with a male dragon, Spike flopped to his side and pulled him close.

Dully looking down at himself, listening to his stomach gurgle in protest, he marveled at the sorry state he was in. His belly was round and distended, holding what had to be a gallon’s worth of draconic seed, and he was covered in a combination of sweat, drool, and spunk. While he’d only wanted to spend an hour or two at Twilight’s castle, a change of plans was desperately in order.

“H…hey,” he croaked, shakily looking back and up at Spike’s face, “you mind if I c…crash here tonight?”

“Nnnnph,” Spike snorted, holding him tighter and spooning with him.

It was a relief that he wouldn’t be shooed away on wobbly, unsteady legs, although that didn’t address an altogether larger issue. While he couldn’t say when Spike would recover and come back to his senses, or how he’d react to what they’d just done, he could already tell that he’d opened pandora’s box. Now that he’d tasted the forbidden fruit, becoming a bottom for a dragon of all things, an insatiable urge for more had been kindled…