The cloptastic adventures of pony Mick in pony Wonderland

Chapter 6: A rare occasion

The rising sun’s first rays shone upon Mick’s closed eyes. With a groan, he turned around to face away from the sun, rolling into something squishy on the ground. The juicy splatter startled him and he looked at what it was, noticing he’d just squished what had to be the hugest cockroach he’d ever seen. Not a better way to start the day!

Hesitantly he got up from the ground and tried to hit the dirt from him to no avail. In fact, the only advancement he’d made by hitting himself was falling down on the ground and hurting his head.

Deciding it might just be best to try and fix things instead of caring about his appearances, he got up (again) and started towards the library should be. Painfully enough he felt his rear sting every time he put one back hoof in front of the other, a reminder of the unpleasant surprise the night before.

While trotting through Ponyville, he noticed various of the background ponies he’d seen in the show. Lyra was there with Bon Bon, Carrot Top’d set up a stand, Applejack gave him a wink from behind her own stand, a familiar gray pegasus was flying overhead and Rarity was walk--

“Hey, Rarity!”, Mick said to himself louder than he’d wished. Luckily, nobody’d heard and he kept his pace, keeping his distance from the white mare. Granted, she was even more beautiful in person than she was pixelated. Very beautiful, actually... For some minutes, he kept stalking the mare while she did her shopping, ogling the mare’s plot like the pervert he was. After a while, he found himself with his package ready between his legs, but he didn’t want to risk talking to the mare, afraid of getting rejected or put to shame in public. He looked around him and noticed a small alley, void of anypony. Well, he couldn’t keep walking around like that, and he wasn’t really in a hurry to the library...

He crept behind some crates standing by idly, and sat down, looking at his erect stallionhood between his legs, waiting to be relieved. It was still unknown to him how he’d gone through so much the last few days and still had such lust inside him. Well, not that he wasn’t used to much. On the contrary, he was used to masturbating a lot more when he was human, but he then again, he hadn’t been raped before.

Shaking his head, he banished his thoughts and slowly started rubbing the side of his hoof along his penis’ massive girth, enjoying the slightly furry feeling it had. The furfagget kept stroking faster and faster, leaning his head against the wood and closing his eyes, imagining the beautiful purple-maned pony he’d been looking at before... He grabbed his cock firmly between his hooves and started jerking them down in hard movements. His mouth opened slightly and a single line of drool escaped from his mouth but he payed it no mind, knowing nobody was watching him.

For a moment, he opened his eyes and looked up before closing them again. He just kept going with his business, before his brain caught up with his balls and he realised he’d just seen something. He looked up again and saw a small familiar dragon’s head scowling at him from the top of the crates he was leaning against. Before he could act, Spike violently grabbed his mane

and pulled him up by it. His stallionhood painfully grinded against the crates as he got turned around to face Spike. Mick only had a brief moment to wonder how the dragon’d gotten such strength in his right arm at such a young age, before the dragon started talking to him, his eyes fixed upon Mick’s.

“Oh, I saw you ogling her, you filthy cunt. The white mare with purple mane. I’m going to tell you something, bro: she’s my bitch, BITCH!” Spike stressed the final word of his sentence and followed up with a painful hit to Mick’s face, the claws scratching into the pony’s cheek and leaving several slightly bleeding stripes. “If I EVER see you looking at her even ONCE, I’ll END you, got it, punk?”

Mick shivered from the dragon’s outburst and slightly stuttered as he spoke. “Y-y-yes Spi... Sir... I’m sorry, I didn’t k-know... Please d-don’t hurt me...” A tear left Mick’s eye, fear getting the better of him. He didn’t want to get hurt any more, the last few days’d been so rough already.

“Oh, you’re lying, aren’t you you little shit? I think you’re going to need a lesson in listening to your superiors... As Spike uttered those words, he dropped Mick and jumped down from the crates onto the stallion’s stomach. The heavy dragon’s landing pumped most of the air out of Mick’s lungs. Spike proceeded to face Mick. It was only then he noticed Spike had his own manhood hanging erect between his legs, pointing right at Mick’s snout.

“Listen up, you’re going to suck me off good and slow. If you dare anything stupid, I’ll have zero mercy on you, get it?” Mick’s breathing was quick and problematic as he stammered. “Y...Yes... I got it...” He didn’t dare protest, afraid of what other things the dragon could and would do to him. His bum was still aching from the roughing up the night before, not wanting it to get worse.

He’d already dragged himself over the ground once and he didn’t want to do so a second time.

Spike grinned and pulled Mick’s head closer to him, signaling him he wasn’t intent on waiting very long. Mick closed his eyes again and started opening his mouth, but before he was even halfway done, Spike rammed his cock between Mick’s lips, forcing them open. The smaller dragon gave a slow, edible groan as he kept the meaty stick in Mick’s mouth, the pony trying his best not to do anything wrong.  “Get sucking”, the dragon said out of nowhere. Slowly pulling his muzzle back, Mick dragged his lips back over the dragon’s stick, stopping when he felt the tip right between his lips. Unsure of what to do, he tried sucking slightly at it. The dragon’s heavy panting and moaning revealed he must really enjoy him doing this. He kept sucking for a few more seconds before Spike took the initiative again, sliding his penis back forward. Mick answered by pushing his own head forward, sliding his soft lips along the dragon’s meaty toy. A few inches from Spike’s end, Mick felt him going too far, and slid back again until he was back at the tip, giving it a few gentle suckles before going back forward. Spike felt Mick was finally learning and let the pony do the work he was supposed to do, his little bitch sucking him off. Sadly for him, Mick was inexperienced and didn’t really know what to do, so Spike grabbed his mane after a while and brought his mouth to the stallion’s ears. “Look boy, I still want to cum before tonight, so you better start being half decent or I’ll have to find other ways to please myself with you... Get that nice, pink tongue of yours moving and show me what you can do with it.”

Not daring to disobey, Mick listened to the dragon and dragged his tongue upwards and over the dragon’s cock, sliding along its base until it was all the way at the back. He dragged it back to the front and started circling around the hard, round tip, electing some moans from the purple dragon. It was obvious he was liking this, and to be honest, Mick was starting to enjoy it as well. He wasn’t really fond of being bossed around like this, but the treat between his lips tasted better than he could ever have imagined. Fond of the taste, Mick started picking up his pace and began to steadily move his head forward and backward time after time, lapping his wet tongue at the dragon’s slender yet hard cock. He rubbed along it, over it, against it and savoured every moment of the musky taste and scent he was experiencing. Spike’s moans were getting louder by the minute as well, indicating his pet was being loyal to its master. Before long, Spike suddenly grabbed Mick’s ears and roughly pulled his muzzle all the way towards his balls.

Mick couldn’t help but gag as the cock was forced all the way in his mouth, but before he could do much else, he felt the cock squirt inside him. He began to drag his tongue over the dragon’s tip as he’d done before, licking up the salty cum from it and swallowing it. It actually didn’t taste all that bad as he’d imagined. Spike must have noticed though, for he suddenly pulled out again and told Mick he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. Mick couldn’t really do much as the dragon kept masturbating in front of him, and it wasn’t long before he came again. This time he came on the stallion’s face. Stupidly enough, Mick didn’t know he was supposed to close his eyes, and spurt number seven hit bullseye, electing a yelp from him as he closed both. He felt both humiliated and strangely pleased as he laid there: the salty taste left in his mouth, several spurts of the milky goodness still left on his face and rapidly drying, and his stallionhood more erect between his legs than it’d been before. Spike got off him and pulled Mick’s face back to his own.

“Alright, squirt. You’ve done better than I’d expected from you. But remember: you even THINK of my mare once more time and I’ll find you and rape you so hard your back legs will fall off, got it?”

Little Mick nodded and Spike responded by patting his mane, smearing the cum in it even more through it, knots beginning to form. “Good little pet”, Spike smiled. “Oh, and another thing: not a single word about this, or I’ll make sure you’ll know the scent and taste of burnt pony soon enough”.

Mick rested his head against the crates again and absent-mindedly licked along his chin and cheeks, trying to scoop up whatever remains of Spike were still around and swallowed them more contently than he thought he should be. He wiped whatever other traces he could find off him and smeared them on the crates before getting up. Luckily enough, his boner’d already disappeared from between his legs, indicating he might better get up and going again. He was still supposed to visit a certain library...