Chapters “Making my way downtown. Trotting fast, faces pass and I’m homebound ,” Shining gayly sang to herself as she transferred a load from the washing machine into the dryer.
It may have - heck, who was she kidding? It was a little silly that she’d enjoy doing something so mundane as laundry in the morning, but she really didn’t mind the little routine she’d taken for herself. Starting the arcane dryer with a flick of her horn, she turned and pranced into the hallway with a spring in her step.
More often than not, she started each and every day by doing the laundry. Under ordinary circumstances, back when she was in the Crystal Empire, there was maybe a monthly need to wash anything other than herself, although things had a tendency to get dirty when Spike was around. While bed sheets, blankets, and pillow cases would have been enough to keep her busy on a daily basis, there were more than just linens she had to launder.
She paused at the bottom of a stairwell, peeked back at herself, and magically adjusted her thong. Her attire, comprised of a skirt, g-string, and leggings was one of several outfits Spike had purchased for her over the last week. She wasn’t sure what he was telling Rarity about all the sternly garments, nor did she particularly care, because she looked absolutely stunning in them.
Each getup she’d received was more scandalous than the last, and they accentuated her marish side marvelously. Sensing the plump, doughy cheeks of her tush gliding over one another, she softly giggled to herself while she made her way upstairs. It had taken her a while to accept it, initially presuming she must have been losing her marbles, but her figure had definitely changed over the last several weeks.
Shameful though it was, the visit she’d planned on lasting no longer than a day had stretched into well over a month - thankfully and much to her relief, Cadance hadn’t given her an ounce of flak. She’d kept in touch with her wife regularly, having Spike send her scrolls several times a week, although she’d been slightly ingenuous about why she was staying so long in Ponyville. Was it wrong to say he was helping his friend little bro with a big, hard issue? Arguably, yes - that said, it wasn’t an overt lie.
She nearly stumbled when her thoughts sailed to the throbbing problem Spike had to deal with every waking moment. The list of depraved things she’d been subjected to with her real lover’s cock was insane, and it was growing longer by the day. Her breath stank of draconic cum, she uncontrollably drooled at the mere sight of the big, scaly stud, and her once-taut pucker had been reformed into a welcoming, well-used vertical slit. As her entrance seized and sent a small stream of jizz down to her coin purse, an all too familiar ache welled up within her abdomen.
“Darn it ,” she cursed to herself, snapping from her lecherous stupor to change course.
Instead of going to Spike’s bedchamber, she shifted and proceeded to what she’d affectionately dubbed the play pen . The guest room wasn’t any different than the dozen others in Twilight’s keep, although she’d taken the liberty of remodeling it into a den of sinful delights. She may have been a pale shadow of the stallion she’d once been, but she was still pragmatic and functional enough to do more than suck dick or be a cock-sleeve.
As she opened the door and peered into dimly lit confines, a smile played across her muzzle. The bed, dresser, and nightstand that had been inside had been removed - in their places stood a sex-swing, an s-shaped chair, and a small treasure trove of sex-toys. While they could and oftentimes did get frisky in Spike’s room, having a dedicated area for risque activities felt appropriate.
She trotted over to a small trunk, swung it open, and peered down at her small collection of apparel. A change of attire was in order, not for the least of which reasons being the dried jizz and lube covering certain portions of it. Since Spike had gone to run an errand at the School of Friendship, it couldn’t hurt to surprise the big, loveable hunk with something extra slutty.
Stripping down, she used her magic to pluck several items from the chest. A fresh thong, an even shorter skirt, and a quartet of fishnet leggings with a matching top - yeah, this should do the trick nicely . She dressed herself quickly, inspired by how Spike would react to seeing her in something so revealing, before hurrying out and back to his - well, technically their room.
She’d slept with him since she’d first arrived, when she’d foolishly clung to her thought of being a stallion, and she absolutely adored the sensation of his burly body pressed against her. Her feelings for him extended beyond the mind-blowing sex, and she dreaded the day when she’d eventually have to go back to the Crystal Empire and pretend to be a loving, masculine husband. With a heavy sigh, she cantered down the corridor.
There was no easy way to say it, but she didn’t want to go home. Her worry of losing Cadance and Flurry had become eclipsed by the horrifying notion of abandoning Spike. He cherished her, making her feel safe and appreciated in a way she hadn’t thought possible, and he satisfied her every marish need. From going his darndest to knock her up to fawning over her and telling her how pretty she was getting, he treated her like a Princess.
She came to a stop in front of his bathroom mirror and expertly put her magic to use. While it had taken a lot of time and patience to get decent with putting on makeup, she’d gotten quite good at it. A hint of blush here, a touch of mascara there, and some electric-blue lipstick to compliment her mane and match her outfit were just what she needed to pull her ensemble together. Lowering the cosmetics, she stepped back and slowly spun in place to inspect herself.
The mare that peered back at her was almost unrecognizable - almost . Her mane was longer than it had been, her attire wouldn’t have looked out of place on a whore, and her makeup had been expertly applied, although those were just embellishments. The chiseled physique she’d once had, earned from a lifetime of regular exercise and a strict diet, was a thing of the past.
Many of her muscles had withered considerably, while some parts of her had nearly ballooned in size. The foal-birthing hips, shapely rear, and whipcord waist she bore were phenomenal, the sort of thing you’d see on a pinup model, but they’d come at a cost - a cost she’d been happy to pay. Lifting a hind leg, she lowered her head to peek back at her groin.
Her stallionhood, or what was left of it, had been reduced to a pitiful little nub of flesh, smaller than she could ever remember it being. No matter how excited or turned on she got, her pathetic endowment refused to get hard. She would have been distressed over just how small her package had become, but mares didn’t have a package ~ did they?
It was hard for her to put her hoof on exactly when Spike had started doing it, but he’d been referring to her convenient little lube dispense as a clit for at least two weeks. The trepidation she’d felt upon hearing her equipment referred to in such a demeaning way eventually gave way to bashful excitement and ultimately full-blown acceptance. She may not have been a mare in a fundamental way, although there was no way she could call herself a stallion anymore.
She shifted her gaze up to her lower abdomen and scrunched her snout. As if having a puny, impotent thing affixed to her loins wasn’t annoying enough, the pair of bosoms she’d been sprouting lent further weight to her suspicions that her extending, amorous contact with a dragon was having a transformative effect on her. Balancing on three legs, she reached back, gently squeezed her teat, and stifled a whimper.
Her breasts weren’t that big, relatively small compared to what most mares had, yet something told her that they’d only get bigger and more sensitive with time. It probably didn’t help that Spike was particularly fond of her bosoms, often sucking them or playing with them while he was plowing the living daylights out of her, and she couldn’t say she was any better. On the occasions when she was left to her lonesome, she’d magically toy with her teats while screwing herself with a dildo.
She momentarily considered stuffing herself with one of her silicone playmates , but shook her head and thought better of it. Spike would be home soon, probably in less than an hour, and he was always up for scratching her lustful itch - plus she really needed to practice some self-discipline. Whether or not ruthlessly pounding her ass on a dildo exacerbated her condition was anypony’s guess, although it surely didn’t do anything to help her nymphomaniacal tendencies or slow her gradual metamorphosis.
Like many times since she’d arrived in Ponyville, she found herself reflecting on all the things she’d gone through and where her journey would take her. What would happen between her and Cadance, her budding relationship with Spike, what Twilight would think about the situation - there were many enigmas she had to contend with, but she was fairly sure things would all work out in the end. Shifting and exiting the bathroom, she slowed when she passed the dresser.
Sitting atop the chest of drawers, as if placed there by fate, was the final thing she needed to pull off her look. Igniting her horn, she flagged her tail and levitated the toy to her hole. While she’d just foregone the notion of hammering her ass on a dildo, stuffing a plug in herself was a bit of a compromise. Not only would the stopper prevent any of Spike’s seed from leaking out, allowing his essence to marinate her insides, but it looked rather stylish as well.
She kept her tail high as she sauntered out and into the hallway. Now that she’d made herself presentable, tidied up Spike’s room, and was half-done with the laundry, she had nothing but free time on her hooves. Casually meandering downstairs and in the direction of the kitchen, she devised a plan. Unsure of when her lover - her real lover would return, she could at the very least surprise him by starting to make some breakfast.
“Shining?” an all too familiar voice called out.
Nearly stumbling over her own hooves, she beamed. It was a bit unfortunate that Spike wouldn’t be able to stumble upon her in the kitchen, but she wasn’t going to let that get her down. Charging down to the first floor, she made a beeline to the foyer. Though Spike had only been gone for an hour, if that, she couldn’t wait to see him again.
“Shining,” Spike shouted again, a bit more urgently this time, “come to the door! I’ve got a little surprise for you.”
Rounding a corner, she felt the interior of her thong grow damp with pre-cum. “Be right there, Daddy!”
She swooned when he came into view. Tall, powerfully built, and with rugged good looks, Spike was the sort of stud that any mare would kill to have for herself, and he’d only gotten more attractive with time. In a grand twist of fate, while she’d become dramatically more feminine, he’d moved in the opposite direction. His frame was larger, the tone of his muscles more defined, and his cock - holy heck , his cock had graduated from being impressive to downright monstrous .
“I’m right…” Her words trailed off when she reached the entryway.
Spike was there, looking as adonic as ever, although he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him and looking over at her was a pony. Slender, tall by most standards, and with a crown seated atop her head, the mare’s expression shifted from one of amusement to confusion at the sight of her. Having anypony see her in her current state would have been mortifying, although she hadn’t just been happened upon by any ordinary bystander.
“Shining?” Cadance gasped.
“C…C…” Shining sputtered, going beet red and unable to say her name.
Cadance’s perplexion blossomed into outright mirth as she guffawed. “What in the world happened to you? Did you lose a bet or something?”
With her jaw flapping noiselessly, Shining looked from her wife, to Spike, and back to his betrothed. This wasn’t bad - this was disastrous . She could deal with some random pony seeing her like this, all done up and looking like she belonged on a street corner, but not Cadance! Her legs shook as she took a step back, compelled to turn tail and flee, yet she hesitated when Spike lifted a hand and beckoned to her with a finger.
“It’s more of a ‘something like that ’ situation,” Spike laughed. “Shiny, don’t be so bashful!”
Shining inched forward. Though she wanted to run away, to go bury herself in a hole somewhere, where could she really go?! She’d realized this day was coming, that Cadance would eventually figure out why she’d been effectively living in Ponyville, yet the grand reveal couldn’t have been more awkward - at least, it couldn’t have been much more awkward. Drifting over to Spike’s side, she stared down at the floor and kept her lips sealed.
Trotting over and slipping a hoof under her chin, Cadance lifted Shining’s face. “Ok, I have got to hear what all this is about! Somepony spill the beans!”
“I - heh ,” Spike chuckled. “Maybe we should go to the living room before I explain everything.”
Shying back, Cadance snickered. “After you!”
Shining stood mute and motionless while the two nonchalantly left her idling in the entryway. She was so screwed, and not even in a good way - sure, Cadance may have thought this was all some sort of a joke, that she was dressed the way she was as part of a prank or something of the sort, but that was only going to hold up for so long. Resigning herself to her fate, she hung her head and trudged after the pair.
“Love the lipstick,” Cadance hummed.
Lifting her head, Shining peeked over at her. Cadance had seated herself on one of the two recliners available, while Spike had hopped onto one corner of the sofa. Caught in the spotlight, she swallowed hard. As her mind started to race, trying desperately to come up with something - anything that could justify why she could pass for a slutty frat mare, her eyes settled on her wife.
“I…” she warily began, choosing her words very, very carefully. “I was just -”
“Just having a bit of fun?” Cadance interjected while dismissively waving a wing. “I knew you colts got into some silliness, but I had no idea it was anything like this! Honestly, if I knew you enjoyed playing dress-up, I would’ve let you borrow some of my clothes.”
Spike reclined and draped his arms over the back of the couch. “She looks good ~ right?”
“She?!” Cadance exclaimed, bursting into laughter once again. “Oh my gosh! Shining, you’re going by she now?”
Sensing blood rush to her face, Shining hung her head in shame. “It’s…it’s not…”
“Go ahead and give me a little turn, Shiny,” Cadance urged. “A mare as pretty as you shouldn’t be so bashful - I mean, not in an outfit like that .”
Shining glanced over to Spike and watched him give a subtle nod. There’d been a few times in her life when she’d felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place, but this had to have been the worst of all of them. The last thing in the world she wished to do was stay in the room and give Cadance more time to put the pieces together - on the other hoof, disobeying an order could ruin the good thing she had going with Spike.
Leveling a forehoof at Cadance, she grimaced. “Don’t laugh…”
Cadance sat back and held a hoof to her chest. “Filly scouts honor,” she intoned, unable to keep herself from smiling.
“Alright ,” Shining murmured, closing her eyes and summoning her courage.
She told herself it’d be like ripping off a band-aid, that delaying the inevitable would only prolong her torment, yet she was given little comfort. Cadance was many things, but she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t wouldn’t be long until her wife put two and two together, comprehending what had actually been going on in Twilight’s castle, so she shifted her weight and steadily turned in place.
Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the duo’s eyes upon her. If she had to guess, Spike was probably ogling her and fantasizing about the things he’d do with her once they got some privacy, while Cadance was more than likely amused with her questionable attire. The silence was deafening, causing her anxiety and blood pressure to skyrocket, until it was broken by a soft gasp of surprise.
“Is…is that a plug ?” Cadance croaked.
Attempting to pin her tail, Shining whipped around to face her. “It’s a -”
“Yeah,” Spike grunted. “It’s the one I got her last week ~ why?”
Cadance’s eyes widened as she looked over to the dragon. “And she let you use it on her?”
Containing his mirth, Spike shook his head. “Nah. It wasn’t there before I went out and ran into you, so she must’ve put it in while I was gone. Maybe she can explain how it got in there…”
“I…it - uh - w…well, you s…see,” Shining stammered, tripping over her words while drawing ever closer to the verge of outright panic.
What in the name of Equestria was Spike doing ?!? It’s almost like - wait . As she leered over at the hulking, extraordinarily smug dragon, a startling realization dawned on her. He wanted her to get caught, to show off exactly what she’d become, and he wasn’t going to stop until Cadance understood what she’d become.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at Cadance’s face. “I put it in …”
“What’s that?” Spike pressed, leaning forward while holding a hand to the side of his head. “Speak up, Shining, I can’t -”
“I put it in!” Shining blared.
“Ok,” Cadance groused, “I think that’s enough of that. It was funny at first, but -”
“Who’s laughing?” Spike quipped, peaking a brow while swinging his eyes over to her. “Want me to lay it all on the table for you?”
Cadance’s expression was hard to read, a mixture of confusion, trepidation, and frustration, but she slowly nodded all the same. “Yeah, because this is one heck of an act.”
“Alright, so - actually, hang on a second,” Spike huffed. “Shining, maybe we should show her instead.”
More of a demand than a question, the words made Shining’s blood run cold. She already wanted to die, having butt-plug lodged in her backside while wearing a g-string, but the idea of drawing things out was excruciating . At a loss for what to say or do, she stared blankly over at Spike.
Though she may have locked up, overwhelmed by the goings on of the last few minutes, Spike wasn’t nearly as rattled. His indomitable form was mirrored by the personality of a stud who did as he pleased, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He smiled broadly as he rocked back, spread his legs, and ran a clawed hand down his chest and to his groin.
“What are you - sweet Celestia ,” Cadance whispered.
Shining didn’t have to look at her to know what had caused her reaction. Emerging from its internal confines, Spike’s tremendous endowment crept into the open in all its gargantuan glory. In the blink of an eye, simply from seeing the massive tool that had remade her on an existential level, her mouth went from parched to watering as her libido overtook her nervousness.
“Suck it ,” Spike breathed, his voice a low, almost sensual growl.
“Shining w…would never do that!” Cadance spat, askance.
Clutching and apathetically jacking himself off, Spike snorted. “Wanna bet?”
“First of all, Shining is straight,” Cadance protested. “Secondly, she - I mean he wouldn’t just fool around with somepony like this!”
“Guess we’ll have to see about that,” Spike mused. Squeezing the base of his length and causing it to swell to its full, imposing size, he flashed his teeth. “Trust me, she loves slobbering on this bad boy.”
“Now I know you’re full of it,” Cadance cawed. “Even if, and that’s a very big if, Shining ever did give you a blowjob, she - darn it - he wouldn’t enjoy it! Nopony, and I mean nopony likes sucking dick ~ isn’t that…”
Placing one hoof in front of another, paying no mind to the heated debate, Shining drifted between the dragon’s outstretched legs. The faint allure of musk was already teasing her nostrils, she could practically taste the salty pre-cum oozing from the tip of his shaft, and the thought of being so completely filled, of having her bitch-button crushed by that fat knot, overshadowed everything else in her mind. Spike had gotten hard for her, and to ignore his throbbing erection would be unforgivable.
She seated herself between his knees, reached up with a foreleg and gingerly touched a forehoof to the root of his length. As Spike released his cock, the weighty shaft slumped forward and came to rest just before her face. It was a thing of beauty, as gorgeous as it was menacing, and it was hers for the taking. Opening her muzzle and extending her tongue, seconds from fulfilling her duty, she halted when a massive hand shot forward and stopped her.
Tussling her mane, Spike straightened back up and waved at Cadance. “See? All she had to do was look at it and she’s ready to get down to business - not that I’m complaining.”
“S…Shining,” Cadance stuttered, “when…h…how did…”
The reality of the situation hit Shining like a freight train. She’d been about to swab her throat with Spike in front of her wife, and she hadn’t even realized it. Spike’s insatiable sex drive and her own hedonistic desires had clouded her judgment so badly that she’d nearly done the unthinkable, committing an adulterous act that would surely end her marriage, and she’d been powerless to stop herself.
“Have a seat up here, sweetness,” Spike clucked, patting his thigh.
Shining complied - not because she necessarily wanted to, but because she felt like she had no choice in the matter. Fleeing would only be an admission of guilt, and it would allow Spike and Cadance to chat without her being able to defend herself. Draping herself over a meaty, scaled thigh, she peered over at her wife while keeping her face dangerously close to the slick slab of dragon cock.
“Yeah,” Spike cooed, brazenly rubbing and pawing at Shining’s ass, “she’s a needy little thing. Has she always been this bad?”
In shock, Cadance shook her head. “No - no, I’ve never seen Shining like this before. So - uh - would one of you care to explain exactly what’s going on?”
“Honestly, I’m not too sure,” Spike said with a shrug. “Shining popped in to say hello, we hung out for a bit, and we caught up - next thing I know, she’s practically begging me to breed her ~ isn’t that right?”
“Uh…uh-huh ,” Shining dreamily replied, fixating on the prodigious dick mere inches from her face.
“You can warm me up if you want, babe,” Spike hummed. “So, yeah, I really can’t say for sure. I think she mentioned something about pheromones or musk or something, but she’s the first pony who’s ever acted like this around me.”
Given a playful slap on the ass, Shining squeaked and found her focus. She had to say something, if for no other reason than to salvage a bit of her pride. If Cadance had thought this was some kind of game, maybe she could use that to her advantage. Opening her mouth to speak, she shuddered when the plug was pulled from her tush and replaced by a pair of thick digits.
“You - oh buck - you always s…said I should be more open minded,” she groaned.
“Yeah, but I never said anything about doing anything like this ,” Cadance grumbled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”
Expertly and surreptitiously massage Shining’s p-spot, Spike smirked. “She’s definitely been enjoying it. I’ve fucked the cum out of her so many times that I’ve lost count - to the point where she doesn’t even need to rub her clit to get off.”
Cadance blinked and shook her head. “I’m sorry ~ what?”
“Her clit ,” Spike repeated.
“I mean, Shining isn’t the most well-hung pony around, but there’s a stallionhood, even one on the smaller size, isn’t a clit,” Cadance testily insisted.
Withdrawing his hand from Shining’s backside, Spike went to stand. “Babe, come over here so I can show her what I’m talking about.”
Shining watched as Spike got up, stepped around behind her, and flopped back onto the couch. Great - just wonderful . She’d almost stuffed her gullet with dick while her wife was watching, and now she was going to have to show off just how pitiful she’d become. Feeling a pair of hands slip under her forelegs, she defeatedly allowed herself to be delicately flipped onto her back.
Walking two fingers down her chest, between her breasts, and to her groin, Spike tapped a claw to the tiny little bulge in her panties. “This is -”
“Teats?!” Cadance wheezed. “You have - h…hold on a second,” she hissed to herself while she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “When did you sprout teats?”
“I first noticed ‘em about a week ago,” Spike blithely chirped while shifting his hand and giving one of the soft, supple mounds a squeeze. “Pretty hot ~ huh ?”
Cadance didn’t exactly looked pleased with his flippant response - then again, she didn’t look nearly as angry as she could have either. “Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in.”
Hooking a claw under Shining’s g-string, he pulled the elastic, pre-cum slathered fabric aside. “It’s all good - anyways, yeah, so here ya go. If that ain’t a clit, I don’t know what is.”
Shining went to protest and froze when she looked over at Cadance. There weren’t many things in her life she was entirely certain of, especially due to the whirlwind that was her last month, but she knew her wife better than anypony. The look of excitement on the alicorn’s face was unmistakable and utterly bewildering.
“Shining,” Spike prompted, “tell her what it is…”
Baffled by Cadance’s reaction, Shining gulped. “M…my clit…”
Spike slipped his hand lower and drew a claw over her entrance. “And this…?”
“It’s…” she faltered.
She knew what she was expected to say, but she didn’t have the strength to say it. Of all the names she’d been called, and demeaning things she’d gone through, Spike’s name for her slack pucker was still fresh and more humiliating than she cared to admit. Twisting in place while he teased her with a finger, she wrinkled her nose.
“Go ahead,” Spike urged, “no need to be shy about that pussy of yours…”
And there it was. Hearing her ass called a pussy was equal parts electrifying and humiliating, although the latter was the stronger of the two. Splaying her hind legs and bucking her hips into Spike’s hand, yearning to have him continue fingering her, she clamped her eyes shut.
“It’s m...my pussy,” she finally stated.
It was strangely liberating to confess to how far she’d fallen. With her clit dribbling over her groin, modest bosoms out in the open, and pussy twitching for his wife to see, she bit back a smile. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the only thing left was to wait for Cadance to storm off and mail her divorce papers - or so she thought. She peeked out with one eye, sure to see her former lover storming off, and did a double take when she looked across the room.
With the fabric under her growing moist, Cadance unabashedly kneaded her winking marehood. “That is so hot. And you said she can actually fit that behemoth in her ass- pardon, her cunt?”
“Darn right she can!” Spike proudly declared. “You wanna see?”
“If I said I didn’t believe you, would that help?” Cadance tittered, using her magic to tweak her nipples.
Of all the things that could have happened, seeing Cadance flagrantly getting off to the spectacle of her feminized husband sent Shining’s mind reeling. If she wasn’t the luckiest mare on the planet, Discord was playing a joke on her - either way, she might have just caught a very lucky break. Whimpering as Spike plunged a digit into her, she started when an explanation bubbled to the surface of her lust-addled thoughts.
Cadance was the Princess of Love, having a preternatural sense for all things amorous, so it only made sense that such a lewd display got her a little worked up. Shining had often talked with her wife about passionate affairs, chatting about how hot it was to find two ponies who had feelings for one another, yet she hadn’t considered that interest would extend to her ! With the alicorn making herself comfortable, she glanced up and back at Spike. A question had been asked, one that she felt much more comfortable answering with actions over words, and she wasn’t going to let it slip through her hooves.
“Daddy,” she purred, drawing Spike’s eye down to her face, “may I?”
Nodding down at his loins, Spike beamed. “Be my guest, babe.”
Shining rolled to her side, got her hooves under her, and stood on the sofa. If somepony had told her that she would ever impale herself on a dragon in front of her wife, she would have laughed and had them committed - still, that’s exactly what she was going to do. Stepping over Spike’s waist, she turned to face him and lifted her hips.
“Here,” Spike mumbled, grabbing and lifting his dick.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she breathed as she shot in and kissed his cheek.
Everything had gone off the rails in the most spectacularly perverted way imaginable, and she couldn’t have been more thankful. As a pair of scaled hands closed around her hips, she lowered herself and touched her entrance to the spear-like cock-head under her. If Cadance wanted to see what she did with Spike, the least she could do was oblige.
She lowered herself slowly and savored every incredible inch of Spike’s shaft. The ridges along its length and amazing shape hadn’t lost their wonder. She’d initially worried that the novel sensations he afforded would fade, that she’d get used to him and his prodigious tool, but they felt even better than ever. Lower and lower she crept until the girthy knot kissed her hole.
“You said the whole thing,” Cadance halfheartedly protested. “I don’t -”
“Aaaaaaaaghn,” Shining cried out as Spike simultaneously bucked his hips and drove her downward.
In a flash, Shining found herself seated squarely on Spike’s lap while spontaneously climaxing. She given up on attempting to control herself, cumming with little effort or whenever she was fully hilted, although it would have been nice if she could show Cadance a bit of self-restraint. Heaving air into herself, she shook like a leaf while gushing thin, watery spunk over the stud’s abdomen.
“Told ya,” Spike rumbled. Pulling Shining’s tail to one side, ensuring Cadance got a picturesque view of the action, he rolled his hips back, freed his knot, and began fucking her at a leisurely pace. “She usually can’t walk right after we do the nasty, but - ya know, it’s not like I can’t carry her easily enough.”
Cadance’s eyes stayed glued to Shining’s backside as she furiously got herself off. “I…I can t…totally understand that. I’d be - Mmmmn - walking f…funny too…”
“Yeah,” Spike chuckled, kissing the tip of Shining’s horn, “I bet you would be. Little Shining here takes it like a champ though ~ don’t ya?”
Mewling incoherently, Shining milked Spike’s cock and threw her weight down to meet his thrusts. She hadn’t considered the countless times she’d been plowed to be any sort of training, although they were in a way. On the occasions when her higher functions failed, the instincts that had been fucked into her allowed her to keep moving.
She was intimately familiar with what magic could do, being a unicorn herself, yet the feeling of giving herself to a stud, of submitting to her urges , was the most mystical thing she could experience. Raising herself up and letting herself fall upon Spike, she took his knot again and was driven to the cusp of another climax. It didn’t matter that Cadance was watching - if anything, it inspired her to pull out all the stops.
Wiggling her hips and clenching around the bulbous base of Spike’s length, she peppered his neck and jaw with kisses. There wasn’t a thing in the world she wouldn’t do to ensure he stayed with her, and they both knew it. His fingers sank into her tush, securing his grip as snarled and let his true colors show.
“Want a closer look?” Spike coolly inquired, getting up and holding Shining as though she weighed nothing.
Shining wasn’t able to see her, but she could tell Cadance had nodded. The Princess of Love was a paragon of virtue, well-loved by the masses and never acting out of turn, but that was only in public. Behind closed doors, she had a kinky side that few really knew about, and now she was showing a side of herself that even her betrothed hadn’t known about.
“Y…you said you breed h…her ?” Cadance breathlessly inquired.
“Sure do,” Spike laughed.
The world spun as Shining was deftly spun in place while skewered on Spike’s dick. What should have been an excessively awkward moment drove her wild with desire. The imprint of Spike’s cock in her bulging belly, her battered pussy, and feeble, useless clit - they were all brought to bear for Cadance’s amusement.
Hooking his arms under Shining’s hind legs, trapping her in a debauched parody of a wrestling hold, Spike raised and lowered her while rutting her like a porn star. “Just - Huff - gotta power-fuck the heck out of her, then she’ll really get - Nnnph - loud.”
Shining couldn’t have escaped if she’d tried. Her forelegs were pinned, her fetlocks were held in Spike’s vice-like hands, and the only part of her that she could move was her head - in short, she was in her element. Squealing in bliss, her wails of ecstasy filling the room and spilling beyond it, she sent a gout of impotent jizz onto Cadance’s face.
“H…hold on a second ,” Cadance grunted as she unseated herself. Spike shuffled back, slowing only slightly while he gave her a bit of space. “You said you breed her?”
Without breaking his rhythmic thrusting, Spike cocked his head. “Yeah ~ why? I know she can’t really get knocked up, but -”
“Who said she can’t get knocked up?” Cadance inquired.
Shining’s eyes flew open as Spike fell still. “What?”
Cadance dipped her head and sent power into her horn. “One second…”
A faint blue glow leapt from Cadance’s horn and struck Shining in the chest. Her yelp of surprise all but instantly devolved into a deep, guttural moan of ecstasy as her nerves went alight. Whatever had been done to her hadn’t hurt - on the contrary, it actually felt really, really good. Like a warm blanket that somehow heightened her senses, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her, the spell evoked another involuntary orgasm.
“There,” Cadance exhaled as she got back into her seat, “now she can get knocked up.”
Shining glanced downward, feeling something other than Spike’s dick hollowing her out, and went wide-eyed. Below her navel and above her crotch was a crest of some type, a heart with stylized traceries around it, and she had an immediate hunch about what it was for. If there was one pony on the planet who could make a stallion capable of bearing a foal, it was the Princess of Love.
It wasn’t much to go off of, just a gut feeling, but she could tell that she wasn’t going to leave the room without a bun in her oven. Driven outright mad with desire, pining to bear Spike a - no, an entire clutch of eggs, she lost her mind. Visions of herself strutting about with a belly full of eggs, engorged udders, and looking like a slutty MILF saw her to the gates of nirvana and beyond. She’d finally - finally found her place in the world, but it wasn’t until she had a thick, fertile load in her that the deal would be sealed.
She wished she could say she’d remembered everything that happened, how long Spike had lasted and how many times Cadance was able to climax from watching her, although the rapturous delirium she suffered through all but literally fried her brain. It was only when she was knotted and felt a deluge of seed flowing into her, making her belly bloat and distend more than it was already, that she regained a sliver of consciousness. Panting and slavering over herself, she peered down and watched herself grow fat with dragon cum.
“S…so hot ,” Cadance rasped.
Growling and holding her close, Spike nibbled Shining’s ear. “Mine …”
Mine - it was such a simple word, yet it conveyed so much. Shining hung her head and clung to the waking world, defiantly keeping herself from passing out, and smiled. She’d started one family before, and now she’d do so again - yeah, it would be a lot different than it had been with Cadance and Flurry, but she was certain that it would be everything she dreamed of. Craning her neck and locking lips with Spike, she fantasized about how the two of them would start their new lives together…
Shining stepped back from the kitchen counter, smirked, and gave a small nod of approval to herself. Now that she’d finally finished getting dinner ready, having just placed a casserole in the oven, there was only one thing to do before her sweet, lovable hubby got home. Turning a bit too quickly, she nearly lost her balance and giggled.
As she twisted her head and looked back at herself, a smile graced her lips. Her flanks were full and juicy, a pair of fat, heavy udders swung just over her crotch, and her belly was distended and taut with her unborn children. She would have said she was the spitting image of a housewife, her duties consisting of looking after the house and her lover, but that wasn’t quite accurate - after all, everypony knew that it was a housewife’s job to look her best.
Prancing out of the kitchen, she made a beeline to the master bedroom. The house was small compared to the Castle of Friendship of the sprawling keep of the Crystal Empire, consisting of three rooms, one and a half bathrooms, a kitchen, and a cozy little den, but it was comfortable and just spacious enough for her, her husband, and their foals.
She slowed as she reached the bedchamber, peered over at her lover’s dresser, and wistfully sighed. It was silly to get crestfallen in his absence, especially because he’d be home shortly, but she couldn’t help it. The sensation of being held, hearing the contented rumble in his voice, and of being appreciated - truly appreciated were second to none. Shaking her head and collecting herself, realizing she didn’t have all the time in the world to daydream, she crossed to her vanity and sent power into her horn.
Though she had no intention of removing her apron, knowing full well that it tended to get her hubby riled up, there were a few things she could do to pretty herself up. Lipstick was a must, typically cherry red, and a touch of blush and eyeliner certainly couldn’t hurt anything. She merrily hummed as she worked, applying her cosmetics with a practiced precision that only came from plenty of experience, until she slowed and looked back.
“Is…is somepony there?” she called out.
Getting no reply, she went back to finishing with her makeup - that was until the unmistakable sound of a squeaking door caused her to freeze. There were only a hoofful of ponies who had a key to the house, and none of them would let themselves in uninvited or without at least announcing themselves. She wasn’t that concerned, shrugging aside her worry while telling herself that crime was practically unheard of in the area - nevertheless, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off .
Casting a leery eye to the doorway and the gloom of the corridor beyond it, she grimaced. “Hello?”
Silence greeted her, followed by a similar squeak from before. Perhaps she hadn’t properly closed the front door after running out for groceries, or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her - whatever the case may be, she decided to address the issue and calm her gradually fraying nerves. She gave herself a final once over, ensuring that she was presentable in case it was simply her beloved playing a trick on her, and smiled.
In a word, she was flawless, a paragon of maternal beauty, and the sight of herself warmed the depths of her heart. With a long, luscious mane, gorgeous face, and curves that could and occasionally would draw the eye of stallions while she was out and about, her stunning good looks were only rivaled by her grace. Shifting slightly and balancing on three hooves, she cocked one hind leg to inspect her undercarriage.
There were dairy cows that would envy her succulent, extraordinarily productive pair of teats. Peering down and back at her bosoms, she watched as a bead of milk formed at one darkened nipple. Though it would still be some time until she delivered, she’d begun lactating at an extraordinary rate nearly two months prior. She lowered her leg and ponderously spun in place, taking care not to avoid pinching her bosoms between her creamy thighs, as she turned her attention back to the hallway.
Seeing herself out of the bedchamber, she trotted to the foyer and found the door open. There was no sign of a forced entry, and nothing was out of place in the entryway or the living room, which was both relieving and a bit unsettling. If her hubby was playing a joke and scaring the living daylights out of her, she was going to be very, very cross with him.
“I swear ,” she huffed, trotting to the door, “I’m going go …”
She fell silent and motionless when she saw it. Looming just outside, so tall that their head wasn’t fully visible beyond the door frame, was the dark figure of a behemoth. Unable to move, barely able to breathe, she was gripped with indecision. Should she run away? Was this really happening? Should she scream for help? Utterly petrified, it was all she could do to watch as the giant stooped down, stepped into the foyer, and gingerly closed the door closed behind itself.
“What’s a pretty mare like you doing all alone on a Friday night ?” it growled, affixing her with its emerald gaze.
“I…I…” she sputtered, stepping back and creating a gap between herself and her uninvited guest.
A dragon - she was facing a monstrous dragon. The beast was leagues larger than she was, its frame swollen with slabs of thick, powerful muscle, and she had no doubt that it could overpower her with no effort whatsoever. Craning her neck to gaze up at its face, seeing the broad, fang-filled grin on its slavering muzzle, her heart skipped a beat. Even if she’d had some warning that she’d be visited by such a creature, there was next to nothing she could do to defend herself.
Sinking to one knee and leaning toward her, the titan reached out and drew a clawed finger from her jaw to her chin. “Well?”
She found the courage to look away, emboldened by the thought of her lover, and turned her eyes to the floor. “I’m w…waiting for my husband to get home. He s…should be here any minute, s…so I suggest you leave…”
“That’s funny,” the beast chuckled, sending small gouts of harlequin flame from its nose. “Bet you’ve got a big, strong stallion who takes real good care of you ~ eh ?”
Slapping his hand away, she defiantly leered up at him. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
“Tch,” he clucked and shook his head. “Babe, if you want a real stud, you gotta broaden your horizons.”
She fought the urge to look at his pecs, defined abs, massive arms, and definitely - definitely anything below his waist. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As she went to turn her head, he seized her horn and kept her from moving. “Then let me show you…”
His grip was that of iron, reminding her of just how precarious her situation was, but it only lasted for a moment. Remaining where she stood, fearful of what he’d do if she tried to flee, she watched as he rose to his full height. She’d heard that dragons could grow to impressive sizes, with their former ruler being nearly as big as a castle, but his imposing height and incredible build made even the beefiest stallion look small in comparison.
“There ain’t a stallionhood on the planet that can rival this ,” he mused as he placed his hands on his hips.
Only reluctantly lowering her gaze, if only to placate him, she knit her brow. “I don’t know what…”
Her jaw went slack and hung open as saw what he was talking about. Too heavy to stand under its own weight, the biggest, fattest cock she’d ever laid eyes on emerged from his groin and drooped toward the floor. It only made sense that a creature his size be particularly well-endowed, but this was insane .
“Yeah ,” he snickered, flexing his pelvis and sending blood surging into his length, “I get that reaction a lot from pony bitches like you.”
What should she say ~ what could she say? Face to face with a dick that was bigger than her leg, the sort of thing that only the horniest, most overzealous or masochistic mares would ever dream about, she sensed her pulse quicken. Even with hours of foreplay and all the lube in the world, it would be impossible for him to cram something so massive into a pony ~ right?
He inched forward and brought his slavering cock closer to her. “Wanna suck it ~ don’t you?”
His question wrenched her back to reality. “I…I would never , I’m a married mare! I’m going to have to ask you to leave, mister…”
“Heh ,” he laughed. “Most mares are calling me daddy , sir , or even master at this point, so I’ll give you a bit of credit. If you gotta call me something, you can call me Lance .”
“W…well, Lance,” she muttered, forcing herself to look away from his goods and to the door behind him. “As nice as it was meeting you, I’d like you to leave!”
His attention drifted from her face, over her back, and eventually settled on her flank as a low, approving growl escaped him. “And if I want to stay and visit for a bit…?”
Caught at an impasse, she looked between his face, his gargantuan dick, and the door at his back. This was bad. Should he try to force himself on her, she’d be screwed in an all too literal sense of the word - even if he didn’t, it wasn’t like she could force him to leave! She’d have to buy herself some time, if only in the hope that her husband would return soon, so she cleared her throat and shied back.
“Bet you’re sopping wet right now,” he hummed. “How about you turn around and let me see just how excited you are.”
“I don’t think - Eeep!” she squeaked as he stepped forward, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. “L…let me go!”
“Yeah, I don’t - wait ,” he grunted. “The heck is this?”
Peeking back at him, she scowled. “I didn’t ask you to look!”
She had no doubt what had sparked his question. Though she was exquisitely knocked up, she wasn’t exactly a mare - not in the traditional sense of the word. Hidden behind her udders was a small, all but vestigial stallionhood and coin purse. Expecting the boorish and pushy dragon to be disgusted and lose all interest in her, she gasped when kneaded her ass and spread her cheeks apart.
“Ya know, for some sort of sissy bitch , you’re still looking tasty as all get-out,” he snickered, running his thick, forked tongue over his lips. “Don’t mind if I help myself to a snack ~ do ya?”
As she gazed past his face and to his immense cock, her pucker winked. She loved her husband, she really did, but being in the presence of somepony so domineering and huge tickled her servile, marish instincts like nothing ever had. With a blush creeping into her cheeks, she shook the invasive, unwanted thoughts from her mind.
“I’m married,” she softly repeated, almost as though she was trying to convince herself to remain faithful.
Effortlessly lifting her from the floor, he stood and brought her rump closer to his face. “I’d never do anything to offend a fine, married mare like you,” he mockingly insisted, “but…”
“B…but…?” she asked.
“But this ain’t cheating. You’re just being a good housewife by offering your guest an appetizer,” he cooly replied.
“There are some - Aaaaaghn!” she groaned as he closed his jaws around her pelvis and sank his tongue into her.
Wracked with bliss that was elevated by her trace of lingering fear, she moaned out and wriggled halfheartedly in his grasp. Having her ass eaten was a particular favorite of hers, although it was rare that she got to enjoy it. As pre-cum flowed from her flaccid, useless clit of a colthood, her eyelids fluttered.
Mere minutes prior, she’d been wishing her husband would barge in to rescue her - now, held aloft with what had to be over a foot of dragon tongue snaking into her guts, the thought of her beloved returning lost its luster. It would be clear to anypony watching her that she was enjoying herself, even without openly confessing it, and to be caught in such a scandalous, adulterous act may just threaten her marriage! Pitting her willpower against her growing lust, she renewed her efforts to escape.
Lance reared back and smacked his lips, leaving strands of saliva connecting him to her rump. “And here I thought you were some sort of sissy or something!”
“W…what?” she bleated while he flipped her onto her back.
“These cow tits, that juicy cunt of yours,” he continued before momentarily suckling on one of her breasts. “You’re nothing but a needy little broodmare ~ ain’t ya?”
A part of her wanted to tell him yes, to confess that she wanted nothing more than to be bent over and fucked into a coma, but she kept her lips sealed and locked eyes with him. “I wouldn’t cheat on my husband.”
Holding a claw to his chest, he lowered her and placed her back on her hooves. “Pardon me, ma’am. I’m so, so sorry for letting my libido get the better of me!”
She shuffled around to face him and nodded. “As you s…should be.”
“Tell you what,” he said with a grin. “How’s about you give me a goodbye kiss?”
Keeping her eyes on his face, she squinted. He was up to something, she just knew it, but she’d be darned if she could say what it was. As thrilling as it had been to get sensually accosted by a big, beefy dragon, it truly was in her best interest to not to go fooling around behind her husband’s back. Irrespective of her raging hormones and wanton desires, she had to behave.
He leaned in and stopped with his snout just shy of her awaiting, pursed lips. “You didn’t think I meant that kind of kiss ~ did you?”
Laughing to himself, he straightened up and grabbed the base of his dick in one hand while clutched the back of her head with the other. In the blink of an eye, his immense, slimy tool was pressed against her face. Taken completely off guard, expecting to give him nothing more than a peck on the cheek, she shuddered when she inhaled sharply though her nose.
His scent was far more potent than any pony’s, and the heat of his loins - stars above , his dick was swelteringly hot. Taken aback, she tried to collect herself - tried in that her self-restraint was dealt a crippling blow. She’d once been a stallion, and an impressive one at that, yet being so close to a male of Lance’s caliber tapped into the most submissive parts of her brain.
Waggling his hips, he smeared his cock over her face. “Pretty nice ~ ain’t it?”
With her thoughts fogged with lust, and heart hammering away in her bosom, she dumbly nodded and gulped. Every instinct she had told her to submit to him, to forget about her husband, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t . Throwing away her future and what would be her happy family for a tryst would be foolish - still, the temptation to do just that grew stronger with every passing second.
She uneasily inched away from him and turned her eyes upward. “Just a k…kiss?”
Nodding down at her, he touched the tip of his length to her lips. “Just a kiss, that’s all.”
“Alright ,” she sighed.
Just kiss his dick, then she would shoo him away and forget this had ever happened - it was as simple as that. Taking a breath to steady herself, she inadvertently drank in his heavenly musk and shuddered. She puckered up, reminded herself that this would all be over soon, then gagged as her jaw was driven open and airway filled.
“French kiss, bitch ,” Lance guffawed, driving his hips forward and burying every inch of his shaft into her face.
Thrown off balance by the sheer force of his thrust, she fell back onto her haunches. How was this possible? She’d sucked dick more times than she could count, but to have something so enormous filling her throat and tickling the inside of her stomach was insane! With her nose pressed to his groin, and her lips sealed around the knotted base of his shaft, she peered up with wide, tear-streaked eyes.
He rolled his eyes and gave her a pat on the head, heedless or uncaring of her plight. “Don’t give me that look. I know you were just dying to have a taste of his fat dragon dick. Now be a good slut and let me swab that throat of yours.”
Gagging around him, she was pulled forward when he rolled his hips back and hauled his knot from her snout. Her airway was completely stuffed, stretched beyond capacity, and she was utterly at his mercy. She should have been stricken with terror, seeing as how she’d been set upon by a dragon who may well tear her to shreds after he was done having some fun with her, although the thrill of being used overshadowed her horror.
What would her neighbors think if they saw her like this - worse yet, how would her husband react if he trotted in and caught her getting her face plowed? Rocking forward and back, sputtering and taking sips of air when she could, she steadily went lightheaded from more than just the lack of oxygen. She’d never spoken of it to anyone, especially her betrothed, but she’d always fantasized about being despoiled in such a shameful way.
“There it is ,” Lance snarled, freeing most of his incredible length. “I’d know that look anywhere. You’re enjoying this…”
It was a statement more than a question, calling her out and seeing through the gossamer veneer of her resistance. Dragons held a magic all their own, something far different from what even the most powerful unicorns had, but he couldn’t see into her soul ~ could he? Glancing over and realizing his hand had slipped from her head, that she’d been sitting there while nursing on his thick, spear-like cock-head, she pulled back and swallowed a mouthful of his thick, salty pre-cum.
“Aren’t you ?” Lance pressed.
Her eyes shot down his enormous, vascular shaft and to his groin. It was hard to consider she’d just had the colossal thing down her gullet, although its pliability, paired with Lance’s strength, had allowed her to take him to the hilt in her muzzle. A deep, familiar ache radiated through her abdomen, compelling her to answer.
“Y…yeah ,” she whispered, unwilling to look him in the eye.
Shifting, Lance glanced over to a framed picture sitting in the foyer. “That your husband?”
She looked over to the photo and gave a timid nod. “Yeah, we’ve been together for -”
“Cute little thing like you should have a real stud,” Lance interrupted with a snort. “Trust me, I’d be real sweet on ya.”
It was pretty hard for Shining to get flustered, but be darned if being hit on then face-fucked by the giant reptile didn’t get her a little hot and bothered. Fighting back a smile, she fidgeted in silence. She knew she was blushing, and that her sheepish act wasn’t fooling anypony, but what was she supposed to do?
Lance twisted to face her. “He any good in bed?”
“I - um …” she faltered, genuinely unsure of what to say. Her husband was decent in bed, but he left much to be desired - especially now that she was expecting. Weakly shrugging, she turned her eyes up at his face. “He’s alright…”
“Just alright? Hah !” Lance barked. “Lemme tell ya, if you were my mare, I’d make sure you stayed satisfied - heck, I’d do better than that. If you could walk right after I pumped a clutch of eggs into ya, I’d be disappointed in myself.”
The assertion did nothing to quell her burgeoning desires. She’d never once thought about cheating on her husband, although being in the company of a hulking, exceedingly well-hung dragon was changing that. It had been ages since she’d gotten a proper rutting, having to satisfy herself most of the time, so nopony would blame her if she had to give herself to him ~ right?
She couldn’t simply bend over and present herself like a needy whore, but she no longer wanted Lance to leave either. As she contended with her wildly clashing thoughts, Lance stepped by her and into the living room. The good news was that the titan was in no hurry to leave - the bad news was that every second he was there chipped away at what little time was remaining until her lover got home.
“You got a nice place,” he remarked as he seated himself on the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table.
“Thanks ,” she murmured, trotting over to him. “C…can I offer you something to drink?”
“Says the thirsty slut,” he snickered. “But no, seriously, I’m sorry about being so forward . The last thing I’d want is to end up as a homewrecker…”
Watching him lazily jack himself off, she licked her lips. “What a…about a snack?”
He straightened and peaked a brow. “Ya know, a snack would be pretty nice. C’mere for a sec.”
She did as he asked with only the slightest bit of reservation. There were plenty of goodies in the kitchen, including some leftover pie she’d made the night prior, and she’d be happy to be a good host for him. Coming up to the sofa, she gasped when he shot forward and scooped her up.
“Since you offered,” he purred as he turned her around and brought her backside to his face.
Given no time to protest, she mewled when he set to feasting on her ass. She’d been close to cumming the first time, when he’d spontaneously given her the mother of all rim-jobs, and the suddenness of his assault demolished her waning composure. With her bitch-button smashed by his tongue, she arched her back and spurted jizz over his chest and abdomen.
Instead of relenting and giving her a second to recover, he doubled down and shifted one hand. His thick fingers blindly played over her tits, groping and coaxing milk from her udders, as he groaned into her. This was amazing - no, better than amazing, and she yearned for it to never end.
She heaved air into her chest, riding out her ecstasy for as long as she could, and lowered her head. His cock twitched excitedly at his loins, jerking and weeping pre-cum. Any sensible mare would have collected herself and demanded she be put down, particularly after climaxing, although there was only one thing on her mind - a fat, throbbing something that sang a siren’s song to the most sinful part of her soul.
“Mwah,” Lance theatrically exclaimed when he dragged his tongue from her gaped hole. “I could eat this ass until the cows come home!”
“You can do m…more than that ,” she meekly breathed.
Turning her enough to look at her face, Lance stiffened. “What was that?”
“You can do more than that ,” she repeated, a bit louder this time.
He twisted and sat her down next to himself before dusting his hands off. “Nah - like I said, I’m not about to ruin a happy marriage.”
Glancing back and forth from his face to his dick, she wrinkled her nose. “You w…wouldn’t be ruining any-”
“I’d ruin it when I ruined your ass,” he tutted, wagging a finger at her. “After you had a taste of this, nothing, and I mean nothing would be able to satisfy you but dragon cock.”
She looked over at the door and took a step closer to him. To Tartarus with it - after everything that had just happened, she had to go all the way. Should her hubby catch her in the act, she could always lie and tell him she’d been given no choice - yes, it was a bit underhoofed, but her self-control had reached its limit. Clamoring onto his chest, she eased herself down and back until she felt his cock-head slip into her.
She’d been going to take things slowly, giving herself plenty of time to adjust to the mammoth intrusion - unfortunately, Lance wasn’t nearly as patient as she was. Grabbing her hips, he forced her down and sheathed nearly the entirety of his mammoth length into her. Her eyes shot wide, her back arched, and spunk flowed from her button mushroom of a colthood as she was overcome with unimaginable bliss.
Sliding one hand up to her lower back, Lance planted his feet and thrust his hips. “That’s more like it. Anypony ever tell you that you’ve got a cute clit on you?”
Her reply was a guttural groan. She’d always thought she’d known what sex was, having bedded a number of stallions before meeting her hubby, but she’d been wrong. Every other time she’d gotten laid was downright pitiful compared to the sensations Lance afforded. The sense of complete fullness, the heat permeating through her core, and having her stuffed entrance bouncing on an incredibly thick knot - they flayed her sanity with how phenomenal they were!
With her mind slipping, she reclined in his grasp and tightened her grip on his monstrous dick. “It’s amazing !!!”
“Is it?” he quipped without slowing his pace. “Don’t tell me it’s better than your husband’s!”
As his motions ground to a halt, leaving her impaled on his shaft, she flew into a frenzy and began fucking herself on him. There was a point at which anypony would break - for her, having a dragon rearranging her insides was that point. In spite of her marriage, unborn lovefoal, or the fact that her husband could traipse in at any moment, her passion had reached a fevered pitch.
“It…it’s so much better!” she screamed, trembling wildly as another climax overtook her.
She took no pride in giving voice to such an admission, but it was true. Her husband was affectionate, kindhearted, and had done more for her than anypony on the planet, although there was one thing he didn’t have - an endowment that dwarfed any stallionhood on the face of the planet. Brazenly working her ass on Lance’s cock, she howled and only lost her rhythm when she was hit with a third, even more potent orgasm.
Moving in tune with him, she rode him with the zeal of a mare half her age. He could have visited anypony, but he’d chosen her. Maybe it was a coincidence, or perhaps fate had brought him to her door - in any case, she was thankful for his unexpected visit. It was too late to go back, she’d already crossed a line, and she yielded to her primal urges.
Lance’s cock was nothing short of godly in every possible way. From its amazing size and the textured shaft to its shape, the draconic length made every other stallionhood she’d ever had the good fortune of experiencing seem pathetic. She knew it was wrong, that she was an awful pony for even considering it, but she couldn’t shake the idea of sneaking out behind her husband’s back to scratch her newfound itch.
Wiggling her ass against his knot, she glanced back at him. “H…harder …”
He grinned and draped his head over her shoulder. “Since you asked so nicely…”
Plowing her with a strength that was hard to fathom, he growled and gave her what she craved. It was a bit unfortunate that they were seated on a couch, because she would have loved nothing more than to have him take her from behind or in a missionary position. He was just so huge , immeasurably powerful and domineering, that she wanted to experience everything he had to offer.
He was relentless, screwing her from one climax to another without a shred of remorse, and only grew more fierce as the minutes gradually passed. She’d cum more in the last hour than she had in several months ! Meeting his zeal, she ground her tush against the bulbous root of his dick and whimpered.
“Such a shame,” Lance pouted. “Looks like she’s done with you, pal…”
Coming to a screeching halt, Shining twisted and looked back over her shoulder. With his mouth agape, a pony stood just within the foyer - the same pony who’s picture was situated next to him. Guilt and pity welled up within her, crushing her hedonism in a heartbeat, yet they were snuffed out by blinding rapture when Lance picked up the slack and continued to fuck her.
“H…honey…?” the stallion fretfully inquired, staring wide-eyed over at her.
Shining kept her eyes on him as she rode out her orgasm. The regret and self-pity that wracked her was exceeded by the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being, although her rapture was magnified by something she hadn’t expected - acceptance . She’d longed for this, to rutted like the mare she was at heart, and seeing her beloved did nothing to hinder her.
“I…I’m sorry,” she wailed, throwing her ass down to meet Lance’s bucking hips. “It’s just too good…”
Her confession alone drove her to the cusp of another climax and flung her deeper into the depths of delirium. She’d once been a demure, well-mannered housewife, but that was no longer the case. Like a desperate whore, she squeezed Lance’s length and fought against his downstrokes.
Inspired by the extra company, Lance took her hind legs in his claws and turned her to face her husband. “If you wanna see how a real stud does it, come a little closer.”
To Shining’s shock, the stallion crept forward. His face hovered less than a foot from her groin, and he made no move to stop her - in fact, if his expression was anything to go by, he was entranced by the sight of her diminutive clit, tiny coin purse, swaying breasts, and filled pucker. She would have forgiven him for being angry or storming out, yet he watched her with wrapt awe.
“It…it’s - Oh buck!” she mewled as Lance sank his knot into her.
Cum flowed from her until her dainty little balls had run dry, although the ride was far from over. Effectively immobilized by the giant dragon, she was used like a flimsy-sex toy. Her eyes rolled wildly, unable to focus on any one thing, until they settled on the turgid length hanging below her husband. Seeing how small he was compared to Lance would have been electrifying in and of itself, but realizing he was excited at the spectacle of her being ruthlessly demolished by a creature many times her size was the final nail in her coffin.
“Getting close …” Lance rumbled.
“Inside!” she shouted. “D…do it inside!”
She locked eyes with the stallion as Lance roared and filled her. A tsunami of seed surged through his pulsing shaft and into her, making her already gravid belly swell with the unimaginable influx of magma-like essence. Rocked by a final climax of her own, one which only managed to push a trickle of thin pre-cum from her lifeless colthood, she went limp against his chest.
“Guess that makes her mine now,” Lance snarled down at the awestruck pony.
Bringing a hand to her head, he turned her to face him and sank her tongue into her muzzle. The lights faded overhead, the three went still, and a silence fell over the room. It was the perfect ending to a perfectly perverse scene, but it wasn’t where things were going to end.
“Cut!” a voice blared.
The lights blazed back to life, ponies began milling about, and the cameramare lowered her equipment to the floor. Shining begrudgingly withdrew, reluctant to break the passionate kiss, and peered up at her lover - her real lover. The titanic dragon smiled and gave her a small, tender peck on the horn that warmed the depths of her heart.
“Gonna need to see how this looks in editing, but I think that’s a wrap,” the director, a small griffon announced as he sauntered up. “You two good?”
Shifting Shining just a touch, Spike lifted a clawed finger. “A few towels would be nice. You know how bad she leaks after a creampie like this.”
“Towels,” the griffon shouted. “You two did great!”
Shining constricted her hole around Spike’s softening knot, trapping most of the cum within her ass, although it was impossible to stop a steady flow of the thick, virile cream from seeping out of herself. “Had to ad lib that last part ~ huh ?”
“Come on, don’t act like it wasn’t perfect,” Spike snickered, lowering a hand to caress her stomach. “Maybe we should ask Cadance for a guest appearance.”
“Yeah, and - actually, that’s not the worst idea,” Shining mumbled.
Aside from embracing her slutty side with open forelegs, becoming a porn star of some renown, a lot had changed in her life. She and Spike had gotten their own place, a little cottage on the outskirts of Ponyville, and her due date was rapidly approaching. Expecting a clutch of eggs wasn’t the craziest thing to happen to her, all things considered, although she was still shocked that her ex-wife had taken a dragon lover of her own.
Cadance hadn’t just remained one of her closest, most trusted friends, she’d found herself a big, scaly stud-muffin of her own. Nopony in Equestria knew that the Princess of Love had moved on, assuming that she and the former Prince had parted ways amicably, but there were whispers that her newest champion, a hulking brute of a dragon named Fang , was more than just an oversized bodyguard.
Nuzzling her neck and shaking Shining from her thoughts, Spike folded his arms around her. “You think she’d go for it?”
“Sssssssh ,” she hissed. “She might, but I’ll have to ask her - plus she’d definitely need a disguise .”
Protecting Cadance’s reputation was all well and good, but she had her own skin to worry about as well. Everypony knew who she was - well, who she used to be, but she kept her professional and home life separated. When she was out and about, or with friends or family, she was Shining Armor - on stage, she was Gleaming Shield, the sissy bottom-bitch who had a profound weakness for dragon cock. The last thing in the world she wanted was for Flurry to find out that her second mother was in the smut industry, and she’d hate for her unborn hatchlings to be teased about their mom’s choice of career.
Peeking back at Spike, she smirked. “This might sound weird, but do you ever worry colts or fillies will see any of these movies we’re making?”
Spike rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “I wouldn’t want them to, but you know how foals are ~ why? You worried some little colt will get inspired by seeing you?”
The notion was both unsettling and more than a little arousing for Shining. On one hoof, she’d hate to think a young pony would ever have access to such scandalous material - on the other, it would be kind of hot if some poor stallion out there was motivated to accept their true self because of her. Craning her head and kissing Spike’s cheek, she sighed and settled on changing the subject.
“Think of any names yet?” she countered as a fluffer rushed over with a towel.
Standing and holding her to his chest, Spike took the proffered linen with his free claw. “A few, but let’s save that discussion for dinner.”
The mere mention of food made Shining’s tummy rumble. Being pregnant had been one heck of a wild experience, and she’d loved every second of it - yeah, the sore hooves, odd cravings, and insatiable libido could be a pain in the flank sometimes, but they’d been worth it. Carried off to the changing room by Spike, she smiled from ear to ear. Her life had had a number of twists and turns, some bigger than others, although she wouldn’t have changed a thing - not now that she’d truly found herself…
“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…
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…
