Gangs of Manehattan

Waiting on his couch, Spike thought back to what brought him into this... relation.

He'd moved into the apartment a few months ago, and few weeks after, a real estate developer had bought the building, wanting to tear these old blocks down and build something new and fancy.

He and his neighbors had gotten off to a decent start, mainly hardworking folks who just wanted to get on with their lives. And then, one day, an eviction notice. By that time, Spike already had hired Starlight as his lawyer, and she'd already gotten together with Trixie, and so he had her take a look at it. There were certain... issues with it, but she wasn't too sure if she could arrange a nullification of the notice, despite Spike having bought the apartment. There'd been certain clauses about renovations and so on.

However, Spike's charme and... special talents in the lower area of his body came to an unexpected rescue. The real estate developer paid the property a visit, especially to tell the tenants to piss off!

It turned out that the developer was a mare, a rather attractive one in her mid-to-late thirties, maybe early fourties, at that! She had an orange coat, light gold mane, wore a pair of pearl ear rings, a purple neckerchief around her neck, a white shirt, purple blazer and skirt and her name was Ms. Harshwhinny. The tenants put extra emphasis on the 'harsh' part and she, at first, had little interest in having anyone try to talk her out of this.

Then, however, she ran into Spike. The two argued for a while, until Spike threw his arms up and, exasperated finally asked her “Can I do anything to convince you to keep this place around?”

“Hmm...” She mustered him up and down. Young, looking reasonably fit, apparently not too much of an asshole... ”How much are you packing?”

He was taken aback by this question and could only utter one word, “What?!”

“How big is your cock?!” Harshwhinny snapped, “How good are you in bed?”

“What?!” He asked again.

Annoyed, the mare exclaimed, “Are you stupid?! Am I talking to another imbecile here?!”

“More like utterly surprised!” Spike replied somewhat flatly, then he shrugged, “No mare I've been with so far has ever complained!”

Harshwhinny groaned, “I haven't gotten laid in ages! My job's keeping me too busy for dating, callcolts aren't really my thing...” She complained, but got herself back on track again, I'm making you the following offer: Satisfy me, and I'll rescind the eviction notice for as long as we keep this up!”

Spike stared at her, utterly speechless. He couldn't believe it. He'd thought that he'd be forced to jump through hoops to get her to reconsider, either by doing dirty work for her, or against her... but now, she just wanted sex?! This was too easy!”

“Did that overload your tiny brain?!” She snapped as Spike didn't answer.

“Oh no, Ms. Harshwhinny.” He put a special emphasis on her name, “You've been loud and clear. And about your other questions...” He opened his pants as he said it. “If you want to know how big I am, maybe you should find out yourself!” And, unable to keep himself from firing back a bit at this stuck up bitch, he told her, “I'm curious if your body is able to back up everything that big mouth of yours just implied!”

Harshwhinny grinned herself. Good. It was much more fun with a partner who had some fire in him. The last few relationships she had had were with utter wimps! Dominating them for a while was fun, but them being pushovers meant, that it quickly became stale... This dragon, on the other hand, seemed to have enough self-confidence that, if she ended up turning him into her colt-toy would be a bit of an achievement. And if that didn't work, he probably would just bang her harder. Win-win!

This arrangement had been going since then. A bit irregularly, due to their occupations, but at least twice a month, Ms. Harshwinny would visit him, and, it seemed, she was actually coming to appreciate him as more than just a good fuck. Even with the tenants she became less hostile and somewhat more informal. Maybe, she'd turn over a new leaf in that regard! She had even rescinded the eviction notices for the three other apartment buildings nearby, though that was partially because, without tearing down this one, it wouldn't make sense to tear them down either.

He heard a knock at the door, expecting Ms. Harshwhinny. Instead, there was a younger mare, a brilliant orange coat, fuchsia mane, magenta colored eyes, earrings and clothes, a light yellow top, a red neckerchief with some metal things sewn into it, and a red piece of cloth with yellow embellishments, tied together as a skirt, the dragon had never seen before. “Excuse me? You are?”

“Saffron Masala...” She told him, “My father and I moved in yesterday, and the other tenants said that I should introduce myself to you!”

Spike scratched his chin, remembering some moving trucks unloading stuff into the buildig, but he just hadn't been home much overall recently, mainly sleeping on a couch, or bed in the club. Once, he'd fallen asleep on one of the chairs in Zecora's lab, until she threw him out because his snoring was screwing over her concentration! He opened the door completely and pointed his arm into the direction of his living room furniture. “How about you come in? Talking at the door, that's for annoying salesmen, not a cute mare like you!” He joked.

“Thank you! And... I appreciate the compliment!” She giggled like a filly.

He offered her a seat on his armchair and, when she had saat down, he began“So, Saffron, do you want something to drink? A glass of water? Some tea?” She just shook her head and so, he cut to the chase “What brings you here to me? Why did the others tell you to visit me?”

Saffron took a deep breath and began. “My father and I moved here to start a restaurant, to bring our cuisine to Manehattan! We already got a building and name as well! We're calling it 'The Tasty Treat'!”

“Well, it sounds promising!” He admitted, “Tell me when you're getting started, I sure wanna try something!” Then, he wanted to bring the topic back to why she was here, “But, that doesn't...”

Saffron didn't let him finish, “That's part of the reason I'm here! My father and I cooked up a few trial servings we've been handing out to the other tenants! Word of mouth is great advertisement after all! The others told me that you have a lot of friends?”

“Yeah!” Spike admitted, a bit befuddled.

“Well, we've been told that you'd be back this evening and that you might be able to help us, so we cooked up some more test batches, if you'd like to try!” Saffron jumped up. “We could reheat it and then, I could bring the samples to you!”

Spike heard his stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten since a late lunch... this sounded quite tempting, if he was being honest! And he got an idea that went even further. Oh, he knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't resist! Well, he was a criminal after all... “Before you go, I need to talk to you about some other things... This area isn't the safest, you know?”

“What do you mean?” She sounded cautious, raising an eyebrow.

“A few gangs are running around and demanding protection money...” He told her, stretching his arms. “Some more love to rob small stores..”

Saffron Masala's face turned into a picture of shock and displeasure, “Oh no... that's already what drove us out of Fillydelphia. I don't know if we can afford...”

Spike interrupted her, “Now, I have... associates myself, we can keep those vultures away from you and your father, but...”

“But you'll need something in return...” She replied coldly, suddenly wondering how a dragon who'd been so recommended by everypony here tried to hold her up so obviously, “It can't hurt to ask. Tell me!”

He chuckled. That fire, he liked it. “I can offer you less than any of the other gangs demand. Less, and without any erratic increases.” The dragon continued to elaborate, “My associates, friends, and I are quite interested in having decent relationships with the local businesses and it helps none of us if they can't sustain themselves! I've already seen too many good shops close because their landlords decided to bleed them dry when they made a little profit! However, we get a discount on the food, let's say... enough that the costs are still covered and you make a little, we tend to be generous tippers!” He added.

She swallowed. This was a good offer, considering the situation. Her eyes narrowed. It was too good. There had to be a catch!

As if on command, he grinned smugly and told her, “And, I want you...”

Saffron had expected a catch, but this shocked her still. “What?!”

“What can I say? I think you're attractive! And I bet quite a few of my friends will agree. See, all of us are quite... open. And when we see attractive folks we like, and who seem to be nice, well, we love to have a good time! And many of the customers at my club as well, if I'm being honest!”

“You...” The mare tore her eyes open, as she thought she'd figured out what he wanted, “You want me to work as a stripper?!”

“What?! NO! The club is a party club, not a strip club... Mainly. Until we can add...” He admitted, “I was just saying that you probably would be gladly seen there. No, that was just if you want to have some fun!”

The mare sighed. it probably was the best offer she'd ever get, but...

Her thoughts and inner struggle were visible in her face, and so, Spike decided to make another offer, “Tell you what, Saffron. I like you, honestly! Outside your looks, I mean. So, I'm going to make you the following offer: Everything I offered so far, and you spend an hour or two with me and if you don't enjoy it, you can always leave. All I want is you to give me a chance. Sounds fair?”

It'd probably take a while longer for Harshwinny to show up, so why not?

Still conflicted, Saffron slowly replied, “I guess... but let me inform my father beforehand please, so that he doesn't worry about me staying away for a while. I'll have to make up something for him....” She had an idea, “Then again, I have to bring you the food samples! That should be enough of a reason for me to stay for a while! I'll be back in ten, fifteen minutes and bring you the food as well”

She returned, having carried a number of warm food containers down the stairs, as Spike had grabbed a number of plate and cutlery and placed them onto his tv table.

A few of the packs had already been opened, and finished! Entrees had been a lentil soup and some breaded cheese and veggies, followed by curry dishes with rice. Despite her misgivings about the 'deal' he'd offered her, she couldn't help but feel, at first, excited as he was trying her their cooking, and now very pleased, as he seemed to truly enjoy their cooking skills!

Now, he was trying the last dish she had brought with her, one Saffron had warned him about. The dish's color was a deep red, nearly brown, and she'd said it was very hot.

Spike took his spoon and split a piece of potato even smaller, scooped the piece up together with a lot of sauce and rice and shoved it into his mouth. “Please! Careful! It's one of the hottest dishes we make!” Saffron sounded nearly a bit panicky.

Spike tore his eyes open. Saffron Masala already expected cries of 'Hot!' and so on, but instead, she was surprised. “Wow... that's great!” He called out, the experience of the capsaicin in his mouth being a pleasant kick to his tongue. Not really surprising, considering how he could spit actual fire. He took another bite and his mouth twisted into a grin. “That one has a kick! I LIKE IT! What's that called?”

The mare looked utterly stunned. “It-it's Potato Vindaloo!” She stuttered. Then, she saw the look in his eyes, truly understood his reaction. She was elated, “So, you enjoyed our food?”

“Yes! It was great! When your restaurant opens, we'll probably become regulars!” He told her honestly, hoping they'd offer delivery. Though he could always just send some one over. Or, if they really became friends, maybe Saffron would bring some food over herself, and then... Well, time would show.

For a moment, Spike wondered how the food would taste with meat. Being mainly surrounded by ponies, he usually ate vegetarian, but there were a few stores in Manehattan that offered fish, poultry and lamb and mutton for dragons, griffons and hippogriffs who were used to a more meaty diet. He had tried chicken a few times and liked it, but keeping it vegetarian kept his friends calmer, and was overall easier.

She looked honestly flattered at how much he enjoyed her food, but then, his next words reminded her of what was coming next. “Well, so much for the appetizer. Time for the main course!”

His grin told her what he meant. Sounding unsure, she agreed,“A-alright...”

“Well then,” He told her, “How about you show yourself off a bit!”

Again, she swallowed, as she rose from the arm chair and walked in front of Spike's TV. Slowly, Saffron turned around.

Looking her up and down, the dragon just had to appreciate her. “Damn, Saffron! You're gorgeous! Even if your food wasn't as great as it is, you alone would probably cause the guests to run your door in!”

Saffron Masala couldn't help but feel flattered. She'd known that she was pretty, she'd been told that often enough by other ponies. But that even this dragon who, by all she had heard, knew a lot of pretty ones, had enough of an interest in her to do something like this? She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it...

“How about you start showing off a bit more of that body of yours?”

Uncertain, she fidgeted around on the knot that held her skirt up. In her mind, she told herself Come on, Saffron Masala! Underwear isn't different from a bikini! The knot opened, and the fabric she'd tied around her hips as a skirt fell to the ground. Then, she slipped out of her top. Saffron's underwear was nothing special, but still nice. A burgundy red bra and panties combination.

She saw how Spike, sitting on his couch, legs spread apart, licked his lips, the sharp teeth that flashed for a moment sending a shiver down her spine. Saffron saw his finger gesturing her to come over to him. Guessing what he wanted, she slowly, trying to move sensual, walked over and began to kneel between his legs.

“No!” The dragon stopped her, to Saffron's surprise, “I want you to sit in my lap! I don't want you to do anything like that before you're comfortable!”

“How do you think that sitting in your lap will make me comfortable?!” She snapped.

“Sit down, and you'll see!” The dragon gave her a confident, yet gentle, smile.

Saffron sat down between his legs and immediately, he pulled her into a gentle hug, the heat of his body pressing against her fur. It felt... weird. Kind off nice and comforting actually. Then, he ran his hand over her shoulder and the mare tensed up instinctively.

“Please, Saffron, relax!” He softly whispered into her ear, the tone, weirdly enough, calming and worrying at the same time, “I want you to enjoy this! Belief me, I want you to feel good as well! I know how many in this situation would be interested only in getting off while living you miserable, but that really isn't my intention!”

The mare couldn't help it. She believed him.

Slowly, Spike's hands moved over her body, caressing her face and arms. But then, Saffron subconsciously grabbed his right hand and moved it to her right breast. She blushed heavily.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” He whispered

“No, I'm just trying to...” She paused her protesting, thinking how to continue. “To make sure you'll help us!”

Spike snorted. Denial. Always fun to see them finally be honest, especially since he had already told her that he'd help them! He pulled her bra down as his left hand moved towards her panties. Her tits weren't the largest ones he'd ever seen, but certainly a nice... D? He guessed. They certainly were nice to play with. He heard her first moan of the night as his claws played with her clit.

“Oh, are you getting wet already?” He teased her

“What?! No!” Saffron protested!

The dragon pulled his left hand back up. “Well, then I wonder what this on my claws here is!” He licked over them. “Hmm... reminds me of the food! Delicious!”

If it was possible, her blush became an even darker shade of red! And the more his claws played with her body, the more she moaned. But then, he stopped. And despite her not saying anything, he could feel in how her body reacted, that she wanted to protest!

But then, the dragon cuddled himself against her, feeling, how she replied in kind. Maybe because of how his childhood had went, he'd always been fond of a bit of cuddling. “How about we cut to the chase?” Spike asked her, putting his arms under to lift her up as he rose himself.

“Whaaa?!” Saffron called out in surprise as he easily lifted her up. She and her dad had lived in Fillydelphia, the city with the largest dragon population in Equestria, but only for two years, and they didn't have much contact with dragons, outside of a few customers. That Spike, who looked rather slight, could lift her that easily...

He carried her over to his dinner table, with no complaints, and carefully laid her down, belly first. The first thing he now did was unclasp her bra to no complaints, and then he pulled down her soaked panties. The dragon heard how her breathing got more ragged and intense.

Saffron felt Spike's hot breath push over her folds as his snout closed in, each time he exhaled, a shover running down the mare's spine. A moment later, his long, dexterous tongue eagerly dug into her wet folds.

The dragon chuckled a bit, hearing how she tried to suppress a cry. He savored her for a while, feeling, how her legs trembled. “You're a virgin?” Spike slurred as he pulled his tongue out but it still licked over her knob.

Saffron objected, “N-no! But I barely... remember my first time... was drunk...” She managed to get out between... other noises. “Didn't... have much sex... since then...”

Close enough. Spike enjoyed teaching less experienced partners, especially if he might end up spending quite a bit of time with them. Experiencing how the sex with them evolved... Well, time for the main event! Spike gripped her right hoof and pulled It up, Saffron turning with the movement. She flipped onto her back, her legs to either side of him.

The dragon pulled his cock out of his sweat pants and gently rubbed it between her lower lips. “Last chance for you to opt out, Saffron!” No reply. The dragon grinned, but just had to tell her again, “I'll help you even without this. Just say it and I'll stop!” Still nothing, and so, Spike slowly pushed his pointy dick into her waiting cunt.

As Saffron Masala cried out in pleasure, Spike teased her, “Damn! Your pussy feels great!”

“Th-thanks!” She replied instinctively, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth.

Ah, what good manners she had. And that also was a perfect set-up to tease her more,“'Thank you'?' Saffron, you naughty mare!” He cheered, grabbing one of her tits!

“I'm not! I'm only doing this for the restaurant!” She protested, but her face, and body, showed the truth. Her moans and coos did the rest, as did the sound of Spike's hips slapping against hers that filled the apartment.

“You lie!” His left hand slapped her butt from below as he told her that, “I told you, we could stop this at any point and I'd still have supported you and your dad! You could've told me to stop at any moment!” Another slap. “Yet, you let it go on, enjoyed the affection I showed you!”

Again, she wanted to object Spike's words, despite everything speaking against her, “I don't enjoy this!”Just as she finished those words, her hooves crossed behind Spike's back.

"You say that you don't enjoy it... but then you cross your legs behind me to make sure I can't pull out!" The dragon laughed! “Come on, be honest!” He bent down over her and removed his right hand from her breasts. His claw dragged over her cheek and jaw. “If you're honest, we can do this more often, if you want...” His thrusts intensified, causing the table to bump around a bit. Lucky that nopony lived below him... The mare's pussy squeezed down on him as he sped up.

Suddenly, Saffron's arms grabbed Spike's head and pulled him into a kiss. After she broke it again, she moaned into his ear, “You're right! Spike! Please! More!”

Spike rose up as his speed increased, feeling how Saffron wasn't going to hold out much longer. Both his arms slung around her legs. His thrusts intensifying more and more as he felt his own climax approaching.

The mare cried out as her body shook as the climax hit her, and Spike followed shortly after. One last push and he shot his load into her and, since dragons and ponies weren't compatible, at least not without certain potions and spells he had heard off, and some other precautions against STDs he had made, he didn't worry about any unintended side effects. In after-climax bliss the two kissed once more, sloppily and full of desire, Saffron's legs still locked behind his back, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Breathing heavily, Spike took a step back, thick, white seed slowly pushing its way out of her cunt as his cock withdrew. The dragon, with a smug grin, looked at his work. His grin grew even wider when Saffron sat up and scooped up some of his jizz with her fingers and tasted it, her face looking like she didn't know if she liked the taste or not just yet.

Nude she continued to sit on the table, her legs dangling over the tables edge, when Spike spoke up again, after he'd cleaned his dick with a handkerchief. “Just wait til you meet my friends!” He told her, “I bet you'll like them! They are all really nice and,” he added, “just as interested in fine partners as I am!”

He looked her up and down again and continued, “And you're even cuter when you're honest with yourself!” Then he laughed, “You know, that was quite the turnaround in your behavior!”

Embarrassed, Saffron scratched herself behind her ear, “Well... I did enjoy the attention. With how much we were trying to keep our previous restaurants afloat, I never really had time for colt-, or marefriends, or for anypony to do that to me. But at the same time, with the way I ended up in this situation, I didn't want to give in. I was arguing with myself most of the time, and because of that I've been so quiet.”

Spike ruffled her mane a bit, “Hey, you're honest with yourself now! Once your restaurant is up and running, I hope we can spend some more quality time together! And if you have spare time, you should come to my club and let your mane down a bit!”

“Maybe...” was Saffron's rather thoughtful sounding reply.

But before either of them could say anything else, they heard a very determined knock at the door.

“Oh, yeah. My guest!” Spike told the mare in front of him, “I better don't keep her waiting...” Just as he finished, another knock echoed through the apartment, this time sounding a bit annoyed.

Saffron quickly covered her breasts with her arms and crossed her legs, not daring to stand up and grab her clothes. Also, she figured, that most guests Spike would have wouldn't consider a nude mare as something too strange in his home. She heard Spike's voice from the door, “Hi, Harshwinny.”

"That still is Ms. Harshwinny to you!" A rather annoyed female voice shot at the dragon.

“Ms. Harshwhinny, I hope you're having a nice evening!” He replied with a sarcastically happy politeness. “I do like that pantyhose you're wearing, but I think it'll look even better torn!”

Tossing her jacket on the coat stand, she briskly entered, Spike at her side. Saffron saw her first, looking at her business attire. Then “Ms. Harshwhinny” spotted Saffron and her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" She asked her coldly.

The dragon hastily placed himself between the two mares, as Saffron's face turned visibly red., "That's Saffron Masala. A new... business partner of mine."

Unsure what to do, Saffron tried it with common courtesy. "H-hello, nice to..."

"Shut up, filly. I'm not here to talk!” Hashwhinny rudely cut her off, “I'm here to get laid!” Then, she saw the trickle of white leak out between the other mare's legs. “I hope this idiot didn't waste everything on you!”

Spike mockingly acted hurt. “Ms. Harshwhinny! That you'd think of me like that!” His mouth turned into the most shit-eating grin Saffron had seen on him so far, “You know very well that I can go for the whole night!”

“You better!” The mare angrily told him as she walked to the bathroom, obviously knowing the way.

“Who's that?” Saffron whispered the to him, uncertain.

"The owner of the building.” He answered. “You didn't know that?”

“We dealt with an agent when we got the apartment. I doubt she wants to bother with most of the tenants in person!” She explained, and then wondered, “And you fuck her?”

“Long story,” Spike told her, explaining further, “To make it short: She bought the building, and a few others, and she actually wanted to tear it down and build something new, more expensive.” He sighed, “I had bought this apartment just a few weeks ago, and, while we could've went through this in court, I don't think either of us would've been really satisfied with any outcome. I asked her if we could work something out and then we fucked and, as long as she's kept sexually content, she won't think about tearing down the buildings. Maybe we can arrange something else later.”

Saffron wasn't quite convinced, “But couldn't she just decide to, I don't know, sell the buildings and say 'you never said anything about selling'?”

"If she'd try that, my friends and I managed to uncover a nice amount of stuff on her that she would prefer not to be made public, I'd say!” Spike proclaimed smugly, “Her career is rather important to her for one..."

Their talk finished just in time, because Ms. Harshwhinny had just returned from the bathroom, her panties twirling around her finger. Saffron wasn't an expert, but it looked like expensive fabric, white, with black ornaments and lace. She sat down on Spike's couch and looked at the new mare.

Her lips turned into a sneering grin, "So, Saffron... considering you're here, how about you make yourself useful? Get your head between my legs!"

Spite rolled his eyes. Depending on the day, Harshwinny could vary between "Surprising cordial" and "Annoying bitch"... and today...

Slowly, Saffron pushed herself off the table and back onto her hooves. She began to walk over to the Ms. Harshwhinny, but Spike held her back, “You don't have to do that. She just wants to get off on putting somepony else down!”

“To be honest, I just... kind of want to try. Especially if I am to visit your club in the future, considering the hints you made about your friends! And if it keeps the landlady happy? My ego isn't that fragile!” She explained to him. “But... thank you.”

“Hey?! Where are you?!” Said landlady thundered.

“I-I'm here!” Saffron answered, hurrying over. She knelt down between Ms. Harshwhinny's legs, staring at the older mare's pussy through the pantyhose, the smell of arousal hitting her nostrils.

“Stop staring! Lick!” She commanded the younger mare. But when she felt the hands on her pantyhose, wanting to pull it down... “Oh no! You keep your hands off of this. This pantyhose probably cost more than your monthly rent! You're going to lick me through them!

Saffron stuck out her tongue and slowly closed in on Harshwhinny's pussy. A few tentative licks at first, but soon, she grew bolder. She'd never been with a mare before, but she enjoyed the taste so far! And she'd probably enjoy it even more, if her partner was more accommodating instead of, just now, having put her hand on the back of Saffron's head and started to press her against her pussy.

“Hmm... you're a newbie to this, aren't you?” Miss Harshwhinny noted. Saffron was a bit surprised, but the older mare quickly elaborated, “It's noticeable in your technique, but,-” and here, she sounded actually somewhat nice! “,- you ain't bad, I have to admit!”

Somehow, hearing this actually made Saffron Masala happy! She was licking a cunt for the first time, and, apparently, was doing a decent job at it! But something in her mind told her, that this whole experience was corrupting her! A few hours ago, she'd have slapped anyone who'd have suggested the events of this night to her! But then again, she hadn't had much time for private fun in quite a while now... why shouldn't she enjoy it?

Saffron began to let out rather pleased noises as Harshwhinny's pussy juices began to flow, soaking through the fabric of the pantyhose. And, judging by her moans, she really was enjoying this!

But then, she pushed Saffron away! The younger mare looked up, right into her near sneering, smug, somewhat annoyed expression.”Not bad for a beginner... but you're starting to bore me!” She told her as she pushed Spike's TV table away.

Ms. Harshwhinny pushed it far enough that she ended up bending over, her ass in plain sight of Spike, who'd been watching from behind the couch. For all the annoyance in character, her body was pretty good, especially that ass!

With a grin, Spike climbed over his couch, so that he stood right behind her. He placed a hand on her ass and started to knead it, again eliciting moans from her. “Harshwinny...~” He mockingly intoned.

“MISS!” She annoyedly corrected him again.

Spike rolled his eyes and shoved his left index and middle-finger into her mouth. Ms. Harshwhinny's tongue began to lick around the digits near immediately. Right now, he didn't really care about playing along with her anymore. The dragon turned to Saffron and told her, "She is a total butt-slut... let me show you." He grabbed her pantyhose with his right hand and tore it open around her private parts, lubed his cock up with her pussy juices and then rammed it up her ass.

Quickly, Ms. Harshwhinny's facial expression changed from angry annoyance to 'lost in pleasure'. And Saffron had to say, when she wasn't scowling, or looking down on her or anything like that, Harshwhinny's face looked quite nice! Maybe, if she wasn't as much of a career driven workaholic or whatever, she might actually be somepony nice to meet! Maybe she should invite her to their restaurant at some point? A good meal can do wonders at times....

For a moment, Spike thought back on the first time he fucked her tight ass, and when he'd found out how much she liked it in her ass, he had bought her a little present. An enchanted bracelet that would keep her ass in pristine conditions.

“How about we take this to my bedroom?” The dragon asked the two mares. Saffron quickly nodded, but Ms. Harshwhinny wasn't mentally available anymore. Spike took this as her agreeing, picked her up and carried her still impaled on his cock.

Seeing how his other guest walked next to them, Spike wanted to include her some more. “Hey, Saffron? Ya think you can take off her clothes once I put her down?”

“Uhm...” Saffron was unsure at first, but then agreed, “Sure!”

The bedroom looked really comfortable, and that large bed! To saffron's surprise however, it didn't look like some lusty sex den. Just like a normal, comfortable bed room. TV, wardrobe, and so on.

Carefully, Spike put Ms. Harshwhinny down on, and stood still, as Saffron undressed her. First the blazer, then the white shirt, followed by Harshwhinny's bra and skirt. “Good job!” Spike complimented her, caressing her face. Saffron let out a happy squeek.

The dragon loked down at the nude mare in front of him, wearing nothing but a torn pantyhose and a pair of business high heels. He didn't move, just started to massage her ass again, teasing her. “You know, I always think pantyhoses look even more sexy once they begin to tear during sex! When the flesh underneath begins to press through the holes in the fabric!” He told the two mares.

“P-please... please!” Ms. Harshwinny whined, “Spike! Just continue to fuck my ass!”

And, with a grin, he did. Spike began to move just after he'd grabbed Saffron by her waist and pulled her close to him, she felt the heat radiating from his body.... and then, be burried his head between her tits.

The next morning

Spike woke first, carefully pushing the two mares off of him. He stretched himself, and when he saw Saffron stir, he greeted her. “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Spike!” She replied chipperly, “I'm happy I told my father that I might stay here until morning, depending on how long I'll take! I don't regret it!”

“Huh, already wondered about that!” He chuckled. “That just tells me that you were already convinced, but had to convince yourself!”

Saffron blushed again, but then she stretched herself over Spike's body, looking at the other mare, some drool running out of her mouth. “Hmm... she's still asleep!” She let out a cute giggle, “Harshwhinny looks surprisingly cute when she sleeps after getting railed for a while!”

The dragon nodded, “Looking at her like this, you wouldn't believe how bitchy she is! Or can be, at least!”

“Maybe she's under a lot of stress? I mean, she seems to be a rather busy businessmare. Probably works far too much and rests too little. Maybe that's why she is so cranky?”

Spike shrugged. It was possible, and he'd been assuming so for a while, but the one time he'd brought it up, Ms. Harshwhinny didn't want to hear any of that. Maybe at some point... He had a different suggestion for Saffron Masala, “Wanna cuddle some more?”

“Yes, please!” She eagerly agreed, throwing her arms from the side over his shoulders, her face nuzzling itself against his neck, as his arm hugged her side.

After a few minutes, Ms. Harshwhinny also began to move. Slowly, she opened a sleepy eye and, when she saw Spike and Saffron, she also stretched her arms around the dragon, snuggling up against him, enjoying his warmth.

Meanwhile, Saffron had grown far bolder from her experiences of last night. Slowly, she moved down Spike's body and lifted the bed sheets. There, she saw his half-erect dick. For a moment, the mare only looked at it, then gave herself a small nod of encouragement, and moved her head closer and closer.

“Morning blowjob?” Spike asked rhetorically, “Nice!”

And as he had guessed, Saffron began to slowly lick his shaft, up and down, and he felt how he got hard again. When his dick was nearly full erect, she began to blow him. As Ms. Harshwhinny had said last night: Amateur, but not bad at all! She also began to move so that her ass would no longer be next to Spike, instead, she made herself comfortable between his legs.

Spike noticed how the aforementioned mare began to stir, to wake up properly, more or less. Sleepily, she rubbed her eyes, and then blinked in confusion about where she was. Once she had realised that she was at Spike's place, she also noticed Saffron Masala and what she was doing.

Still not quite awake, moving next to Saffron, Ms. Harshwhinny mumbled, “Move over... also want some...”

The younger mare gladly made some space for her, and soon, both of them began to work his shaft. “Best way of starting the day!” The dragon called out excitedly as he softly placed his hands on their heads, gently rubbing them.

After a few minutes, Spike blew his load all over their faces and onto their chests, and both of them hummed happily as they suckled on the tip, trying to swallow as much of the jizz flowing out of it as they could.

Again, Harshwhinny yawned and stretched herself, licked some more cum off of her lips and then told them, “Yes, that's a great way of waking up! Now all I'd need would be a cup of coffee so dark it makes Deputy Mayor Luna look like her sister!” Another yawn. “How late is it anyway?”

Spike looked at the clock on his phone. “9:30.”

Ms. Harshwhinny tore her eyes open! “9:30?! HAVE A MEETING AT ELEVEN!!” She shouted, jumping from the bed and grabbing all the clothes of hers she could find. Hastily, she put on her torn pantyhose, shirt and blazer, stepped into her high heels and rushed out of the door, some splatters of cum still on her face.

Spike and Saffron just stared after her... and then at her bra lying on the floor. And, Spike assumed, her panties were still lying in the living room. He would've loved to accompany her like that, maybe with one or two... or three remote controlled vibrators inside of her. Though she probably was on her way home, for a quick shower and fresh clothes anyway.

He turned to his other companion of the night. “Hey, Saffron! Before you leave...”

“Yes?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as he opened a drawer and was apparently looking for something.

The dragon pulled something Saffron couldn't quite make out yet out of the drawer. “Here, a little present for you!”

In his claws, he held a little gold necklace with a nameplate, but instead of her name, it said “Spike's”.

“A... collar?! I-I can't wear that!” She protested, extremely flustered once more.

“Don't worry!” He tried to calm her down, “It's enchanted! Outside of my club, it looks like an unassuming necklace for anypony that ain't me or one of my close friends! Come on, try it on! I bet it looks good on you!”

“Well... alright...” At his urging, Saffron did. She had to admit that the necklace looked rather nice. Name plate aside, it was just a nice, tasteful gold-chain necklace after all. But the moment she closed the necklace behind her neck, a shudder ran down her spine. It was a pleasant, naughty shudder, but a shudder nonetheless. Wearing this... it made her feel... kinky!

“Th-thank for the necklace! But I better get my clothes on and tell my father of the outcome of our... 'business meeting'!”

“Bye! And I hope I'll be 'hearing' from you again soon!” He told her, but, as she passed out of the bedroom door, he shouted after her, “HEY! SAFFRON! DON'T FORGET YOUR CLOTHES!”