A New Way to Reconnect

Laying atop Spike’s bed, Shining extended a forehoof and tugged the fresh blanket over one corner. Washing and drying the linens on a daily basis had been one of his self-imposed chores throughout his stay, and he didn’t mind doing it in the slightest - after all, if he hadn’t been around, they wouldn’t have gotten dirty as often as they did. As he straightened up and inspected his friend’s room, his eyes drifted down to the mattress beneath him.

Sweet, merciful Celestia - it had been one heck of a visit. What started as an innocent stop to say hello to his friend and sister had turned into four of the most hedonistic days he’d ever had! Ever since that first rutting, when he’d jokingly taunted Spike into plowing him like a filly on prom night, he’d been getting action morning, noon, and night - sometimes even being woken up by the big, shockingly amorous dragon!

The things they’d done - stars above, they were the sort of things that’d make a whore blush. Not a week prior, before he’d come to Ponyville, he’d considered himself perfectly straight - needless to say, that self-view had been turned completely on its head. His face had been fucked countless times, his once virginal pucker had been despoiled, and he must have had gallons of cum pumped into him over the last couple of days.

As his backdoor hungrily clenched upon itself, yearning to be stuffed and knotted, his thoughts drifted to the big, shockingly beefy scaled stud who’d shattered his heterosexuality. Spike was as friendly and loveable as he’d always been, more than happy to get drinks, make dinner, or simply sit around and chat for hours on end, although things with him took a turn in more intimate settings. Shining wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he was developing a crippling fondness for dragon cock, or that he was slipping to deeper and deeper depths of degeneracy.

The things Spike had done with him - to him, defied belief. He’d been screwed in positions he hadn’t thought possible, blacked out from choking on dick, and had feasted on the dragon’s succulent, muscular ass. While they still hung around, played games, and even went into town from time to time, they were too busy sating themselves with one another to do much of anything else.

He shook his head to dislodge the lecherous thoughts from his mind and went to hop off the bed. It was all well and good to have a bit of fun with Spike, but he couldn’t get himself addicted to it. Cadance would divorce and disown him if she found out about what he’d been doing, Flurry would look at him with disgust once she got older, and he’d become a pariah - on top of all that, his sister and parents would both be incredibly disappointed with him.

Going to leave, he slowed by the door and glanced back. While he’d been crashing at the Castle of Friendship, he hadn’t once used one of the many guest rooms. Over the course of his stay, he’d spent every night with Spike, even being fucked so hard that he passed out on a hoofful of occasions, and he was starting to think there was something wrong with him.

Spike’s grown spurt had seen him metamorphose into a tall, athletic dragon, but the now large reptile may have had something other than sheer size on his side - something Shining was still trying to wrap his head around. He was aware that varying creatures aged differently, but he knew perilously little about how dragons matured. While he couldn’t be completely certain about it, he was beginning to suspect that he’d unintentionally fallen into some sort of trap.

Following a hunch, he trotted back to the bed, leaned over the mattress, and rested his head in the approximate spot where Spike’s groin was while sleeping. The moment he inhaled through his sinuses, a thrilled shiver shot up his spine. He’d be the first to admit that he was neither a scientist or a doctor, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the dragon was putting off some sort of pheromones.

The scent of sweat and sex lingered on the linens, even though they’d just been washed, and the aroma made it almost impossible to think about anything other than worshiping Spike for the adonic stud he’d become. Practically huffing the blanket, he subconsciously drew a forehoof down his chest, past his slightly cum-swollen belly, and stiffened. Despite being very turned on, his stallionhood sat limply within its sheath.

He twisted and lowered his head to get a better look at his groin as he grimaced. Though he was never left unsatisfied with Spike, weathering multiple climaxes each and every time they fooled around, his little soldier had been struggling as of late. He couldn’t explain it - heck, he’d tried not to think about it, but it was getting harder and harder to achieve, much less maintain an erection.

Annoyed and a bit curious about whatever was going on with him, he crawled onto the bed and rolled onto his back. He wasn’t old enough to start suffering from erectile dysfunction, he was in superb health, and he’d been getting boners just fine before coming to Ponyville, yet his stallionhood wasn’t performing like it should - sure, it wasn’t like he’d gotten a chance to use it with Spike, nor did he have any interest in anything other than bottoming for the dragon, but it was still a bit disconcerting. Reaching down and rubbing the tip of his tool, he bucked into his hoof and shifted mental gears.

He told himself he was doing this as an experiment, to prove he could still get a boner, but that was only partially the truth. Between waking Spike up with a blowjob, being promised that he’d get a good fucking later, and the ambrosial smell flooding his nostrils with every breath he took, he couldn’t control himself. While he rubbed the sensitive, spongy head of his cock, a smirk split his muzzle.

Heaven help him - he was a mess. There he was, laying down on his friends bed while fantasizing about being screwed senseless, and he was getting himself off like a mare. A real stallion, even a gay one, would have run off to a doctor to figure out what was wrong with him, yet his actions lately had been anything but stallionly. As he grew increasingly frustrated and amused, ashamed that his dick refused to even begin to harden, a deliciously lewd idea invaded his thoughts. If he was going to debase himself, why shouldn’t he do it properly?

Rolling off the bed, he cantered out of the room and into the hallway. The reasonable, grounded part of him begged him to stop, telling him that what he was doing was wrong in every sense of the world, but his raging libido wouldn’t be so easily denied. He barely slowed when he reached Twilight’s room, only pausing to open the door and turn the lights on before rushing in.

“If I was you…” he mumbled to himself, hurrying over to the dresser and pulling open one drawer.

Twilight may have been a bit socially awkward and nerdy, preferring research or a good book over a party, but she was still a mare - as such, she probably had something stashed away for nights when she was feeling particularly lonely. Rummaging about and finding nothing but neatly folded dresses and robes, he scrunched his snout and tried another drawer. On the off chance that she didn’t have what he was looking for, he’d be left to improvise - fortunately for him, he found what he was looking for after only a minute or two of furious searching.

Withdrawing his hoof, he tossed the silicone length into the air, caught it, and snickered. The sex-toy was modestly sized, almost puny compared to the monster that Spike had, but it would be good enough to test his theory. If hammering away at his p-spot wasn’t enough to breathe life into his stallionhood, he might actually need to go to a clinic to get checked out.

He turned, fully prepared to scamper back to Spike’s bathroom, and faltered when he saw Twilight’s bed. He had been about to kill two birds with one stone, freshening up for the rutting he’d undoubtedly receive within the next few hours while simultaneously pounding his ass with the dildo he’d just borrowed, but there was nothing and nopony stopping him from getting naughty in his sister’s room. Seeing as how he had the castle to himself, and that he didn’t have anything better to do, there wasn’t any harm in really dialing up degeneracy ~ right?

Casting himself and the purloined dildo onto Twilight’s bed, he shifted to his side and cocked one hind leg. Given the toy’s relatively small size and lack of base, there were only so many ways he could use the thing. The telltale hum of magic filled the air, and a warm, pink glow of his magic surrounded the toy as he grabbed his lifted thigh and flicked his tail back.

He peeked downward, past his flaccid prick, and touched the toy’s tip to his needy, quivering hole. Given how much jizz he had in his behind from the night before and earlier that morning, there was no need to scrounge up any lube, so he rammed the silicone length into himself and gave a soft, effete sigh. In that instant, feeling his bitch-button being tickled, all his apprehensions and fears, both about himself and what he was doing, melted away.

Pre-cum oozed from his soft dick, he stifled a whimper, and he closed his eyes. It would have been bad enough to be screwing himself on his sister’s bed, with his sister’s toy no less, but that was only the tangible part of his perversions. Since the dildo was small, barely big enough for him to feel, his brain went into overdrive. While it may have been nothing more than a relatively length of silicone molded in the shape of a stallion’s cock, he fantasized about it being Spike’s tool.

It may have sounded absurd for him to envision the toy plunging in and out of his backside as something it wasn’t, but his imagination, paired with one of Spike’s more unique traits, wouldn’t be denied. One thing he had learned about dragons was that their passion, coupled with their covetous nature, had a profound effect on their physiology. As he hastened his pace and beat the toy’s blunted tip against his prostate, he pictured the magnificent tool that had shown him the light.

Spike’s endowment was, in a word, perfect. With a slender tip that led down to a thick, knotted base, and covered in ridges that felt heavenly when they were sawing into him, the dragon’s cock was vastly superior to any stallionhood. He openly moaned, growing louder and more brazen with every passing second, while he pushed himself closer and closer to release.

Risking a glance down at himself, he saw his drooling prick leaking from its sheath. To heck with it - he should have been at least a little bit worried, but it wasn’t like he’d been getting any action from Cadance recently anyways. Most of the time, unless he was really, really lucky, the only pony he had to rely on for his sexual urges was himself.

He loved Cadance, he really, truly did, but she’d become less and less passionate over the years - to add insult to injury, she would perpetually be stunning. He and practically everypony else would get older as time passed, but not her. She and her fellow alicorns, including his own sister, would stay youthful for centuries to come, which made her cool demeanor all the more insulting.

Setting his brow, he willed Cadance from his thoughts and fixated on something - rather somepony all the more enchanting. Spike, though young and still fairly inexperienced with sensual matters, was godly in the sack - so much so that, if he was single, he wouldn’t mind sharing a room with his friend with benefits. As he neared the threshold and chased his climax from anal alone, leaving his pitiful little prick untouched, he failed to hear the sound of heavy, plodding footsteps approaching until it was almost too late.

“Shining?” Spike called out. “Come on - don’t tell me he left without saying goodbye…”

Shining’s eyes shot open and he stopped dead in his tracks. From the sound of it, Spike was looking for him, and getting closer by the second. If he didn’t do something quickly, he’d get caught in a very compromising position - worse still, given that Spike saw Twilight as a mother, being happened upon in her room might bring his wild flings to an abrupt end. Glancing to the doorway, he found himself at an unexpected crossroads.

With little time to spare, he should have run into Twilight’s bedroom, tidied himself up, and bought himself a few seconds to come up with a plausible reason as to why he was in his sister’s room - on the other hoof, he was tempted to stay and accidentally get busted pounding his ass. Spike might be upset with him, not for the least of which reasons being he was effectively in his adopted mom’s bedchamber, although there was just as good of a chance that the dragon would find his actions enticing. Torn between his two options, his indecision ultimately made the choice for him.

“Are you in - woah,” Spike breathed as he stepped in and came to a halt.

Shining kept his eyes closed and sawed the dildo into himself. Buck it - there was no point in trying to act coy at this point. Gyrating his hips and giving a low, guttural groan, he continued getting himself off for his unexpected audience. He could have, and in all likelihood should have stopped as soon as he’d heard Spike enter, but he couldn’t help himself.

Waiting for just the right moment, flexing his pelvis and sending a gout of pre-cum onto the sheets, he cracked one eye open, gasped, and feigned shock. “S…Spike?”

“I - um - wow…” Spike breathed. “Dude - uh - that’s…”

Shining closed his hind legs and gave a mute prayer that things weren’t about to go off the rails. “That’s…?”

Grinning from ear to nonexistent ear, Spike blushed. “That’s…that’s really hot…”

“I…thanks,” Shining muttered, feeling blood rush to his face.

Having his insides rearranged by Spike was one thing, but being seen toying with his ass was something else entirely. Looking downward, he noticed his friend holding something unexpected. He’d expected snacks or groceries, stuff that could be bought at the Barnyard Bargain general store, although the paper bag looked to be from the Carousel Boutique.

“I - ahem -” he cleared his throat while he levitated the toy behind him and out of view. “S…sorry about that…”

“What?” Spike croaked. “There’s no need to apologize - I mean, yeah, Twilight probably wouldn’t be too happy about this, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Shining nodded and smiled, pleased to hear that his little secret would be kept, yet his mirth faltered when he saw the behemoth emerging from Spike’s groin. Even though he’d just been told that his shameless display was hot, the sight of the dragon’s swelling endowment gave the claim a bit more weight. With his mouth watering and backdoor winking excitedly, he pushed himself up and hopped off the bed.

“Heh - guess the proof is in the pudding,” Spike laughed, grabbing his hardening length with his free hand. “I was - oh yeah, I actually got you something! Here!”

Suddenly finding the bag thrust in his direction, Shining warily smiled. “Spike, come on, you didn’t have to do anything for me. It’s not like you’ve got a ton of bits to -”

“Ah ah,” Spike tutted, cutting him off. “I’ve got enough bits to get by - besides, I wanted to do something special for ya.”

“You really shouldn’t have,” Shining sighed in resignation as he took the proffered package in his magic. Bringing the bag over to himself, he quirked a brow. “What is it anyways?”

Snickering and shaking head, Spike eyed his flank. “Ya know, maybe it’ll be better if you find out for yourself. Go ahead and try it on, I’ll be waiting here for you.”

As the dragon crossed to and seated himself on the foot of the bed, Shining turned toward Twilight’s bathroom. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Spike had gotten him something to wear, maybe a comfy shirt or hoodie, but there was only one way to know for certain. Without saying a word, he trotted into the washroom, shut the door behind himself, and opened the back.

He couldn’t have been more wrong if he’d tried. Instead of a casual garment of some sort, a sea of lace lay within the small package. The irony didn’t escape him; moments prior, he’d been masturbating like a mare, and now he’d just been handed what appeared to be undergarments to suit his lecherous proclivities.

With everything he’d done over the last few days, slipping into something frilly wouldn’t be the craziest thing he’d done - nevertheless, it would mark another line he couldn’t uncross. Drawn by a sudden movement, he shifted and looked over at the mirror. He’d like to say he was the same as he’d ever been, although his frame of mind wasn’t the only thing that had been starting to slip.

He’d like to say it was his imagination playing tricks on him, but he was becoming increasingly convinced that either he wasn’t as masculine as he’d always thought he had been or that his brief time in Spike’s company was doing something to his body. His hips seemed fuller, his tush a bit fatter, and then there was the issue with his stallionhood - as if those weren’t telling enough, the sensitivity of his ass had increased by an order of magnitude.

Simply put, he had an abundance of questions and perilously few answers. Until he got a chance to surreptitiously speak with a physician, or possibly an expert on dragons and their breeding habits, he was going to have to figure things out on his lonesome. Toying with the idea to bring his visit, as well as the rampant fooling around he’d been doing, to a halt, he peeked back at the door.

“Does it fit?” Spike shouted.

“Just a second,” Shining hollered back.

Irrespective of his dilemmas and the mysteries about what may or may not be going on with him physically, there was a more pressing concern he had to deal with - the one he was holding. Setting the bag on the counter, he levitated a quartet of leggings from its depths. Spike had probably shelled out a good many bits for the attire, so the least he could do was try it on.

He never thought he’d find himself donning lingerie - then again, just a month back, he wouldn’t have thought he’d get his backside resized by a dragon. While he rarely wore any clothing whatsoever, barring his uniform for inspections or official duties, he was able to get himself dressed quickly enough. Turning his attention back at his reflection, he bit back an amused grin.

He’d fully expected to look goofy, like a stallion in drag, yet that was far from the case. The leggings, garter belt, and panties, all a matching turquoise, elevated his femininity into the stratosphere. Unless somepony looked close enough, he could probably pass for a mare. As he double-checked the bag, he frowned. It would have been nice if Spike had gotten him some makeup to go with the outfit, but dwelling on that was a moot point until he got a second opinion of himself.

Spinning around, he went to the exit and grabbed the door handle. “Hey, Spike, close your eyes for me.”

“You got it, babe,” Spike loudly responded.

Shining trembled hearing the word. It was a new development, only having occurred a few times, but Spike had started giving him somewhat degrading nicknames. Collecting himself, he gave a soft, petulant snort and saw himself out.

“You know,” he began, “I don’t think I…”

The moment he looked over to the bed, his voice hitched in his throat. Spike wasn’t where he’d left him - instead, the brawny dragon had laid down, rested his head on the pillows, and was nonchalantly stroking himself off. Gazing over in wide-eyed wonder, he sensed a bead of saliva creep down to his chin.

He wasn’t the only one who’d gone through a few changes. Not a few days prior, Spike had been a tall, relatively well-built dragon - now, he was even bigger and more impressive than ever. With broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and beefy biceps and thighs, the scaled stud had somehow nearly doubled in size.

“There she is,” Spike mused. “The blue looks really good on you! C’mon over and let me get a closer look.”

Doing as asked, Shining sheepishly sauntered over to the bedside. His embarrassment and trepidation were eclipsed by Spike’s dulcet tone and thick, throbbing erection. Did he feel a little funny presenting himself in such a slatternly way? Yes, of course, although it was strangely fitting. After being treated like a mare for days on end, it was only fitting that he looked the part.

Spike continued languidly stroking himself as he rolled to his side to face him. “Gimme a little turn.”

“O…okay,” Shining murmured.

Lazily spinning, he flipped his flagging tail to the side. Having Spike eyeing him like a piece of meat fanned the flames of his desires. Was this how Cadance felt when she used to show herself off to him when they first started dating? Why was he getting so turned on? What was going to happen after he was done modeling the outfit? Coming back around and seeing the dragon’s fang-filled smile, he ground his thighs together.

Resting himself against the headboard, Spike narrowed his eyes. “I’ve been meaning to ask ya ~ is this something you do regularly?”

“You mean dressing up like this?” Shining asked.

“That and being a total cock-hound,” Spike chuckled. “Like, no offense, but how’d you end up bagging Cadance?”

The question threw Shining off guard and gave him a moment for pause. “I…I don’t know…”

“Well neither do I, because it’s clear that you’ve been hiding your true colors,” Spike guffawed. “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be going around pretending to be a stallion ~ right?”

Shining hesitantly nodded as the statement sank in. He hadn’t been the beefiest or most impressive stallion back in high school, and he’d often wondered what it was about him that had caught Cadance’s eye. Shaken from his thoughts when a clawed finger lifted his chin, he peered over into the twin emeralds of Spike’s eyes.

“Right?” Spike quietly pressed.

“Y…yeah…” Shining faintly admitted.

Confessing how far he’d fallen cemented the situation he’d put himself in. He was done up in lingerie, had just absentmindedly pondered why he hadn’t been given any makeup to wear, and the idea of having his ass or throat stuffed with dragon cock was virtually a constant. There’d been a time when he could rightly call himself a stallion, but he’d clearly moved beyond it.

Withdrawing his arm, Spike patted the mattress before slipping his hands behind his head. “There ya go. How about you come up here and give yourself a little reward…”

Smack

The meaty slap of Spike’s cock against his belly was like a lewd dinner bell. Shining didn’t have to try and cheer himself up, because the prospect of getting what he desired, what he’d earned, filled his mind. Rushing around the mattress, he stepped onto the foot of the bed and set his sights on his meaty reward.

“Atta filly,” Spike rumbled. “You can keep fucking yourself with that toy if you want. Not gonna lie, it kinda got me goin…”

Shining glanced over and magically plucked the dildo off the floor. He would’ve been happy enough to slobber over Spike’s massive tool, but he certainly wasn’t opposed to continuing his little exhibition. The more excited Spike got, the harder he’d fuck - the harder he’d fuck, the longer and more intense the experience would be. Sinking the molded length into his rear, he leaned forward and pressed his snout to the knotted root of dragon dick.

As he took a deep breath through his nose, all his woes and self-doubts crumbled to ash. At the end of the day, when everything was said and done, he was having some fun for the first time in what felt like ages, so that’s all that mattered. He looked up with a single eye, past the monolithic shaft in front of him, and watched Spike while he drew his tongue up the prodigious, magnificent cock.

“Buck…” Spike groaned. “I should really get you some lipstick at some point, because those cock pillows of yours are really filling out.”

Shining didn’t reply, not verbally, as he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the spear-like tip of Spike’s length. The earthy musk was overpowering, but the taste - the taste was to die for. Salty, rich, and just the slightest bit bitter, the flavor of sweat, pre-cum, and his ass from that morning danced over his taste buds and spurred him on like few things ever had.

Shuffling back, he angled the cock toward his face while gingerly bobbing his head. He’d gotten way, way better at sucking dick than any straight stallion should rightfully be, but that was far from a bad thing. Moaning around the pliable shaft, he angled the dildo downward to beat against his p-spot.

Spike shifted and smiled all the broader. “You know, I had a crazy thought. Considering how nice this little arrangement is, why don’t you stay for a while?”

“Hmmph?” Shining sputtered. Pulling back and clearing his muzzle, he licked his lips. “What do you mean?”

Waving a hand, Spike shrugged. “I’m pretty sure Cadance wouldn’t mind if you stayed for another week, and it’s not like Twilight wouldn’t enjoy spending some time with you - that is, if you can keep your voice down and don’t go prancing around wearing something like that.”

“I…” Shining whispered, taken aback by the assertion.

He probably could get away with prolonging his stay. Cadance was normally kept pretty busy with her duties and Flurry, Twilight would be happy to have him around for an extended visit, and it wasn’t like his job at the Crystal Empire was all that demanding. Lowering his head and picking up where he’d left off, he kept his eyes on Spike’s face.

“I’m just gonna assume that’s a yes,” Spike hummed. Sitting up and leaning forward, he wrapped one gargantuan hand around the back of Shining’s head. “Hold still, babe, daddy will take it from here.”

Swiftly taking a lungful of air, Shining braced his legs and relaxed his neck. As he was driven downward, feeling his throat spasm around the wondrous, slick length, his eyes watered. He liked to think his oral skills had improved dramatically, but that didn’t mean much in the heat of the moment. Once Spike had taken control, all he could do was endure the harsh treatment he was given.

Up and down, up and down - his head was held and moved like a sex-toy. His lips stretched around the bulbous knot, tears ran down his cheeks, and he couldn’t stop himself from occasionally gagging, but he didn’t mind any of it - actually, they were part of the appeal. After a lifetime of holding the reins in the bedroom, being dominated was as refreshing as it was electrifying.

“Oh yeah,” Spike growled, “bet you’re lovin’ this…”

Sputtering around the cock swabbing his gullet, Shining choked out an unintelligible reply. For multiple reasons, he didn’t think he could ever truly get used to being abused in such a disrespectful way. Not only did he adore being subjugated, being treated like a cheap whore, but Spike’s lust, once manifested, tested him in every conceivable way. With his jaw beginning to strain, he watched as his friend-made-lover exhaled and grew.

Every single time they’d gone at one another, Spike had gone through a breathtaking metamorphosis. He gained nearly a foot in height, his muscles nearly doubled in size, and his cock - good grief, his cock grew significantly in length or girth. There wasn’t a pony alive that wouldn’t be howling when he fucked them, and Shining was no exception.

Spike was ruthless, only allowing Shining to get the occasional sip of air as he increased his pace. Seconds stretched to minutes and longer still, until he lifted and planted his feet on the mattress. Thrusting his hips, he drew his forked tongue over his lips.

“That toy must feel really small right now,” he mused.

In truth, Shining had abandoned his efforts to use the dildo and left it lodged deep in his ass. He’d realized that the toy would only give him the slightest bit of relief, yet it almost felt insulting to use it when he could have something much, much better. As he contracted his abdomen, the offending piece of silicone was pushed out of his rear and landed with a dull plop on the sheets.

Spike leaned over, spotted the dildo resting between Shining’s hind legs, and cackled. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Unless you want a creamy load for dinner, show me where you want it.”

Throwing his head back and clearing his snout, Shining curbed his enthusiasm. It wasn’t much, but he still had enough self-respect to keep himself from acting like a total slut. Coughing and rubbing his aching neck, he glanced over when Spike swung his legs off the bed and stood.

“Well?” Spike expectantly pressed. “Listen, if you’re gonna take all day, I’ll go jack off and -”

“No!” Shining bleated, stricken with dread. “J…just give me a second.”

Turning away from the dragon, he eased himself down, rolled onto his back, and grabbed his fetlocks. Spread eagle, desperate, and wearing lingerie, this was a new low for him. He shuddered to think how bad things could eventually become, the sort of stuff he’d be forced to do to scratch the itch, yet his need to be filled wouldn’t be denied.

“If that ain’t a pretty sight,” Spike purred as he stepped forward and clutched the base of his dick. Milking pre-cum from his shaft, he peaked a brow. “Before I give it to you, you gotta do something for me first,” he continued. Shuffling back just a hair, he bent down and rubbed two fingers over Shining’s entrance. “What’s this?”

“M…my ass?” Shining nervously answered.

Spike shook his head. “It was an ass - now it’s my pussy. Say it - actually, beg for it.”

Releasing one hind leg, Shining reached down and drew a hoof over his backdoor. “P…please…”

“Please what?” Spike pressed. “Come on, Shiny, a hot little mare like you should be more assertive!”

“P…please fuck my pussy,” Shining squawked.

Spike beamed and brushed his hoof away. “See, that wasn’t so hard?”

Nodding a bit too eagerly, Shining couldn’t tear his eyes off the dick hovering inches from his ass. He felt feverish, his heart pounded in his bosom, and the only thing on his mind was how amazing it was going to be when pints of sweltering foal-batter flooded his depths. Biting his lip, he whimpered.

“Alright, alright,” Spike sighed. Rolling his eyes, he inched closer and touched his cock-head to Shining’s hole. “I swear, you’ve been getting worse and worse - not that I’m complaining though.”

Moments from thanking Spike, Shining howled as he was impaled. There was no foreplay or gradual escalation - in their place, instead of letting him acclimate to the monumental intrusion, he was plowed like a field in spring. He leg go of his legs in an instant and brought a forehoof to his face to stifle the marish wails escaping him - at least he tried to stifle himself.

Spike lurched downward and pinned his forelegs to the bed. “Not this time. I want anypony nearby to hear you taking it like the bitch you are.”

Shining brayed to the heavens as he involuntarily climaxed. He couldn’t move, all he could see was Spike’s wolfish smile looming above him, and he could practically feel the remnants of his masculinity being stripped away. No matter what happened to him after he departed Ponyville, he was a changed pony - no, a changed mare.

The notion of losing every stallionly trait he had evoked another, even more intense orgasm and fractured his mind. What had he been thinking? When the time came for him to leave, he was positive that he’d be visiting Spike again in the future - in fact, he’d probably start making regular trips to see his special friend.

Through sheer willpower alone, he fiercely gripped Spike’s pistoning shaft. Any mare worth her salt wouldn’t just lay there and get screwed, and he - rather, she was definitely going to prove her worth. With everything Spike had done for her, he deserved the very best service that she could provide.

“D…Daddy!” she squealed, seizing the initiative and caving to her impulses.

Spike faltered, coming to a halt and rearing back. “Dude…”

Peering upward, Shining bashfully smirked. “S…sorry, I just - Mmmph?!?”

Her eyes went wide and she gasped as Spike shot in and drove his tongue into her mouth. For a split second, she’d worried she’d transgressed, that calling Spike daddy had ruined the moment, but her fears had been unwarranted. Locking her legs around his hips, she wantonly bucked up to meet his thrusts.

Embracing who and what she was, that her place was serving a real stud, was more liberating than she could describe. For the first time in decades, possibly ever, she felt free, and the rapture that came with accepting herself drove her to the precipice of a third climax. Wrapping her arms around Spike’s thick neck, she lost herself to her bliss while his tongue sank down her throat.

She could have stayed like that for eternity, pinned beneath him and railed out like there was no tomorrow, but then he threw her a curve ball. Slamming his knot into her with an all but audible pop, Spike rolled his hips back, wrenched the hoof-sized root of his cock free, and set to hilting himself with each and every plunge.

Her third orgasm was followed by a fourth, then a fifth and a sixth, until she was overwhelmed with ecstasy. The rapture coursing through her, permeating every fiber of her being, beyond comprehension and proved beyond any doubt that she was truly a mare. Stallions didn’t spread their legs to get fucked, nor could they cum multiple times in such short order, and that cold, hard fact undid her on an existential level.

On and on Spike went, knot fucking her for what felt like hours, yet it ended far too quickly. Hilting her and biting her neck, he sank his teeth into her tender flesh and came. Rivers of rich, thick seed surged through his pulsing length, while her pathetic little prick twitched and dribbled watery spunk over her groin. He’d claimed her multiple times throughout his time with her, but this occasion was different.

“Mine,” he rumbled, worming his clawed hands under her back and holding her close.

Heaving air into her chest, she stared up at the ceiling. “Guh…wha…”

She couldn’t see it, but she could feel herself growing fat from the prolific amount of jizz steadily coursing into her. Covered in sweat, filled with a ludicrous amount of spunk, and trapped under Spike, she dreamily smiled and pawed at his back. There was one thing she’d wanted to do, but it wasn’t until now, when she was completely cum-drunk, that she had the courage to do it.

“D…daddy,” she wheezed. Waiting for him to shift his head and look at her, she kissed his cheek. “Can I stay another week?”

As he cocked his head, the corners of his lips turned up. “What about Cadance?”

Shining hardened her resolve and held his gaze. “She can deal with it…”

Burying her face in his shoulder, she closed her eyes and savored the warmth he afforded. She was keenly aware of what she’d said, but she had no choice in the matter. Cadance could move on, Flurry wasn’t old enough to have grown too attached to her, and the royal guard would continue their duties just fine without her. She’d give up anything to keep the happiness she’d found, and that’s exactly what she was going to do…