Smoldering Scales

"Is...is she dead?" Spike said quietly. It was so silent in Rarity's room. He couldn’t even tell if she was breathing.

"Meh, shes fine." Sweetie said, slightly annoyed. She reached out and picked up a white hoof absently, dropping it. "She’s just out like a light."

Spike edged closer, reaching out a claw. He felt the silky fur of Rarity's shapely leg, gently holding the object of his affection. A tear welled up in his eye, as he struggled to blink it away. "This isn't good, Sweetie. She can’t just lie here like this. A pony needs water or they get dehydrated."

"Dee-hydraded? Huh?"

"She'll die in a couple days with no water." Spike moved up to her face, holding an eye open, examining the pony. "We can’t just leave her here."

Sweetie walked over, putting a hoof on Spikes back. "I thought I told you. We can’t tell anyone about this. We're just going to have to figure something out." She rubbed his back, stroking his rough scales. Spike could feel her warmth against him. It was a welcome change from the cold feeling that permeated the bedroom.

“I never wanted something like this to happen. I just wanted to get closer to Rarity…”

“Well, you are closer, in a way.” Sweetie Belle walked around Spike, letting her tail encircle him. “Why worry about her, anyways? I’m still here you know.” She flexed her tail, squeezing the dragon in close to her flank. Spike felt the heat from her sex against his scaly body. He blushed, trying to worm away from the pushy foal.

“We…we need to take her to the hospital, Sweetie. This isn’t right.”

Sweetie sunk a hoof into his chest, hard enough to knock him over onto Rarity’s disheveled bed. She leaned in over him like a hawk assessing her prey. Her emerald eyes flickered in the darkness. “None of this is right, Spike. But hasn’t it felt good?” She leaned down and licked him fully on his sensitive inner thighs. No male would have been able to resist the little filly’s advances. His member started pushing out, much to the delight of Sweetie Belle.

Spike looked back hopelessly at the unconscious mare behind him. He was pushed against her flank now, her cutie mark displayed proudly under his arm as Sweetie pushed him back against her sister, lapping at his emerging dragonhood with a strange hunger. Ever since last night she felt horribly unsatisfied. The helpless dragon before him drove her past any rational thinking as her thighs grew damp. She reached a hoof under her and sighed in pleasure as she toyed with herself.

“Ahh…you always did like my sister’s tail, didn’t you? Mmmm, here, let me show you how…ahhh…how well she cared for it.” The white foal grinned as she reached out, taking Rarity’s tail in her hoof. The pristine hair was silky to the touch, but held its shape even as she toyed with it. Looking lustfully into Spike’s eyes, she wrapped it around the base of his dick and tugged gently.

Spike closed his eyes and flopped backwards against Rarity’s warm flank. The sensation of his rod being stroked by Rarity’s tail while her sister lapped at his tip was more than he could take. He curled his claws as he thrust back against the sleeping mare, lost in his building orgasm.

“Not so fast. I’m not getting left behind again!” Sweetie gave his dick one more kiss, than jumped up on the bed too, giggling. She draped herself over her sister, sticking her filly flank high in the air next to Spike’s head, raising her tail high and showing her glistening slit. “If you want to finish this time, Spike, you’ll need to do something for me!”

Spike looked over at the anxious filly, his eyes glazed with lust. His dick was throbbing. If there were any inhibitions left, they were demolished by her skillful tongue moments ago. Sweetie might be just a foal, but she was looking just fine now.

Sweetie felt his claw touch her flank gingerly. He grasped her tail, moving it out of the way. She felt her cunt spasm involuntarily, winking back at him as she thrust her little hips back at him. Shuddering in anticipation, the foal felt his other claw grasp her rump firmly. She could feel his breaths come fast and hot against her back. He poised himself at her tight entrance, and thrust inside in one push. She gasped at the sudden fullness. He was inexperienced, but Sweetie had been training for this day. She took him easily, clamping down on his rod as the dragon groaned in ecstasy.

Spike had read many books on the subject. He had seen images. Nearly everything a curious, developing dragon would want had been at his disposal in Twilight’s library.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

The filly under him looked back, smiling, as she gripped his dick inside her tightly, massaging his whole length with her powerful muscles. He didn’t even think to move. Sweetie took the initiative. Pushing her flank against him hard, and then pushing his dick out of her snatch with her powerful muscles, she proceeded to fuck her dragon lover as he sat mesmerized. His tongue hang slack out of his mouth as Sweetie picked up speed. Every time she moved, her thighs rode up against her sister’s smooth fur, tickling her tiny clit and driving her closer.

Spike regained his thoughts a moment later. Looking down through his sex clouded mind, he saw Sweetie vigorously humping back against him as his dick was buried in her warm folds. He saw Rarity’s sleeping form under them. The sheer erotic nature of the situation drove him over the edge. He reached out with both claws, grasping Rarity’s body tightly as he came hard. “Ngghhhh!” Sweetie heard his cute cry as she felt herself being filled with his spunk. She rubbed herself hard against her sister’s body, teasing herself over the brink, cumming against her dragon lover. Her snatch tightened hard on him, pushing his twitching rod out with a sudden pop. His last two spurts flew errantly against Rarity’s flank, covering her cutie mark with sticky cum.

Sweetie was gasping for air after the intense experience. Her brain was alive with afterglow and conquest. The feeling of being rutted by her little dragon had been a long time coming. She decided it was worth the wait.

Spike felt nothing but confusion. He felt amazing a moment ago, but now felt only shame. He had just had sex ON TOP of his Rarity. She needed him to be her dragon in shining armor, and here he was mounting her little sister while she lay there dying. He gathered himself and grasped her white sheets. He reached forward and cleaned his seed from her coat, carefully exposing her cutie mark.

“That was amazing, Spike. I knew you’d be good at this.” Sweetie looked over at him, clambering over the limp form of her sister. “What are you doing?”

“I…she got some of my, er, my stuff on her.” He rubbed the sheet in deeply, trying to remove the last of it from her coat. Sweetie looked on, unamused.

“It’s not like she cares anymore…”

Spike didn’t say anything, smoothing the fine fur back down after he was finished. “She’s still your sister, Sweetie. I already figured out why you say the things you do about her. I’m not stupid.” He looked her in the eyes. Those deep emerald pools. “And it’s not worth hating her over me.”

The foal turned her head away, jumping down off the bed. “As if! I knew you liked her, so I used her as bait.” She swished her tail to the side, showing her cream filled snatch, dragon seed running down her white legs. “And it looks like it worked!”

He looked down at the floor, suddenly ashamed. “Look Sweetie, it doesn’t matter. We need to do something or Rarity could die. Do you want that?”

Sweetie looked over at Spike, her demeanor finally wavering. “No. No, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” She walked near to Spike, putting her muzzle uncomfortably close to his face. “But remember, we aren’t telling anyone about this.”

“That’s fine. I just need to get some things from the library.” He started walking until she put a hoof in front of him, blocking his path. “Look, I promise I won’t tell her!”

Sweetie narrowed her eyes slightly, but let the dragon pass. “Well, just remember, we’d both be in deep trouble for this. You’re my little accomplice, after all.”

Sighing, Spike walked past her towards the door. Suddenly turning, he looked back at Sweetie. “Almost forgot! I need you to get something too.”

“From where?” she asked.

“The Ponyville Hospital.”