Author’s note: This was made in just an hour. It’s really just mindless clop, and is my very first actually finished clop fic, though not my first idea for one. Expect more in the future.
It was a normal day in Ponyville, mares and stallions scurried about the market buying trinkets and foodstuffs, garden mares watered the various flowers and other plants throughout the town, and weather teams took care of the few stray clouds around the town that weren’t scheduled to appear until the next day. All was calm and as it should be.
Except for one purple dragon, who’d been given the day off to do with what he pleased. There would be no need for him to think up a list of time fillers as he normally would, as he’d received an invitation from the mare of his dreams to “have some special cream pie” that afternoon.
As was the norm when this certain white goddess of a mare was involved, Spike was in an absolute panic whilst on his way to her boutique and home.
“Oh! Are my spines straight? I think I need to polish my scales! How long has this blueberry stain been on my claw?! Oh my gosh! I just needed more time to get ready!” The dragon was having a panic attack as he neared his destination.
Of course, he looked the same as usual. Completely fine, and he tried to tell himself as much.
“But this is Rarity we’re talking about, Spike! You don’t have the mustache this time, and your tux is still at the dry-cleaners, but you’ve got to pull out all the stops and look your best, even on such short notice!” He didn’t notice –nor did he care that he was getting strange looks for talking to himself on the streets.
None of that mattered now; he’d arrived. “Heh... Looks like I’m here... Nothing left to do but knock...” He said to himself, nervously. “Here we go. On the count of three... One... Two... Two and a half...-“
He was cut off as Rarity opened the door for him. “Oh! My precious Spikey-Wikey! I thought I heard you talking to yourself on my doorstep again...”
Spike had nearly jumped a mile when the door opened. Now all he could do is stand there beet red trying to piece together a shaky “Hi, Rarity”
“Do come in, darling! Make yourself at home!” The white mare gestured to the inside of her home, and stepped aside. Her purple guest quickly made his way inside to shake off the embarrassing start to his visit.
Spike looked around the boutique, and noticed there was no pie anywhere in immediate sight, but assumed it’d be in her dining room.
“I’m SO glad you’re finally here, Spike. I’ve simply been waiting to see you ALL DAY! If you’d make your way upstairs, I’ll be a minute, darling I need to do a few more things to ready your pie” Rarity said, quickly trotting off before Spike could react.
“Upstairs?” He thought to himself. “Why would she need me to go-“ Then it hit him like a fully loaded applecart.
“She wants me alone in her room!” He couldn’t help but begin to hyperventilate on the spot. He knew all too well what mares and stallions got up to when alone in one’s bedroom.
“I can’t believe this is happening! I must be dreaming!” He mentally shouted to himself. He decided it best not to pinch himself, just in case he really was asleep, and made his way up the stairs in a heartbeat.
He quickly found the master bedroom door, and placed a claw on the handle. “This is it.” He steeled his nerves to whatever he would find prepared for him behind the door.
One deep breath later, he’d opened the door to hind a dim room lit with just a few candles.
The bed was done perfectly, loads of pillows and silk sheets draped over the sides invitingly.
As calmly as he could, he made his way to the side of the bed and climbed up on the the edge to sit, his scaly buttocks sinking into the fluffy mattress several inches.
“This bed seems pretty expensive... Of course Rarity would spare no expense to own the most comfortable bed in Ponyville!” He said to himself out loud.
“Why of course, darling!” Came the voice of an angel. No, better than and angel; This was the voice of Lady Rarity of Ponyville, Spike’s one and only true love. His heart melted like butter.
“You don’t think I’d sleep on a drab old hard mattress, do you Spikey? A lady needs to be spoiled, dear” Rarity strode to the other side of the bed, and gracefully laid herself down, looking into Spike’s eyes.
Spike was torn. One part of him was in heaven, the other half was so nervous he felt like throwing up.
“Wake up, stupid! Say something!” He scolded himself mentally.
“u-uh you’re beautiful” He let slip. By this point, most of his nervousness was being forgotten, as hearts replaced his pupils and he stared into the two gems his lover called her eyes.
Rarity feigned a blush, “Oh, Spike, you’re so sweet. And you’re turning that shade of red I like so much!” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The dragon was so shocked by the kiss he nearly fainted.
One thing was for sure, he couldn’t think straight to save his life. Rarity’s next words were barely enough to lure him out of trance.
“I’ve something special planned, Spike. Something I just know you’ll enjoy” She gently spoke into his ear.
Spike noticed something happening to his body. His tiny dragon penis was stirring from its slumber. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he might have panicked. Maybe something along the lines of “Oh no! What if she sees my small cock?!” But his mind was elsewhere as his goddess spoke intimately into his ear.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, Spikey. I decided upon this date during my last stay in Canterlot. I'm finally ready to do this after so many days of preparation.”
She nuzzled her cheek to her special dragon’s, before quickly removing her cheek, turning her head to the door and calling a name.
“Oh, Fancy!” She called in a sing-song voice very much to Spike’s surprise and immediate confusion.
“Ah! Is it time, dearest Rarity?” The posh, broad-chested Canterlot stallion responded, stepping past the door, closing it behind him with his magic.
Spike immediately felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. “What is this?!” He accidentally asked aloud.
“Spike, this is Fancy Pants! The most important pony in Canterlot! I invited him over for... “pie” she finished with an odd emphasis on that last word.
By this time, Fancy had made his way to the bed, and was laying up against Rarity, nibbling on her ear.
“Oh! Fancy dear.. That feels marvelous!” The blushing mare giggled.
Spike was looking at the stallion fooling with his mare with sad and angry eyes. His thoughts were screaming to him. His dream had become a nightmare.
“Spikey, don’t be like that. You’re going to play a very important role in this afternoon’s activities! As of now, you are going to play the role of my cuckold of sorts.”
Spike was confused again. “A cuckwhat?”
“Well, a cuckold is a stallion who loves a mare, and lets her make love to other stallions while he watches! Sometimes he even gets involved himself!”
Spike was speechless for a moment.
“Just give it a try, Spikey? For me? It’d make me SO very happy.”
Well, nothing Spike liked more than making Rarity happy, right? Maybe after this, she’d share an intimate moment with just him, he thought hopefully.
“Okay.. I’ll give it a go” He said reluctantly.
“Excellent! Now, usually the two are married, but Fancy doesn’t mind that detail. This is his fetish, after all. Isn’t that right Fancy, dear?”
“Indeed! Now shall we begin?” Rarity giggled at Fancy’s impatience
“Of course, dear. Spike, just enjoy the show. Take me when you’re ready, Fancy!”
The posh stallion didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately rolled the white mare onto her side and planted a passionate kiss on her muzzle.
Spike had to look away as he heard their tongues intertwine, but after a minute looked back out of guilt and curiosity.
He saw two disheveled lovers pressing their tongues together while rolling around in the sheets. Well, no doubt about it now. His reptilian penis stood at full attention despite himself.
“Oh Fancy! I want you inside me! Pleasure me like I’ve never been pleasured before!” Came the voice of the feisty mare, her lover responded with a grunt, and he turned her onto her back, and got himself ready to penetrate her wanting sex.
“Cuckold,” fancy called, addressing Spike who was staring dumbfounded at the stallion’s very well endowed member
“Take hold of my cock and guide it into your lover’s hole” Spike was completely shocked and disgusted.
He was about to cross his arms and storm out before he heard the voice of the mare he loved calling out.
“Oh! Cuckold! Please guide my lover’s giant cock into my pussy! I want his pleasure so much!” Why could Spike never disobey her? Did he have any will of his own? Those thoughts were pushed out of his mind as he heard his lover.
He reached out to the massive shaft, and gingerly grasped it and pointed it down the wet mare’s waiting pussy.
He couldn’t help but stare, by this time his poor tiny dragon cock was painfully erect.
“OHHH! YES! Buck MEEEE!!!” Rarity called as Fancy finally slid into her with one swift motion, grunting his pleasure.
Now all Spike could do was sit back and watch with primal lust trying to take over his thoughts. More than any feeling fighting for his heart was envy. Envy for the stallion his mare called “lover”.
The minutes seemed to drag for Spike, watching Fancy drill Rarity’s cunt for what seemed like hours, He could barely help his own cock dribbling with pre.
Finally the large stallion pulled out, leaving a gaping pussy and a string of mare juices connecting to his flared cockhead.
“Dearest Rarity, I want you to suck me, clean your juices off of my shaft!”
Fancy rushed excitedly to get his cock within sucking distance from his lover’s lips.
Lips that wasted no time in getting to work, her tongue lapping up the dripping marecum.
Taking a moment to pull the marvelous shaft from her mouth, she addressed Spike, who she’d noticed was staring right into her gaping pussy.
“Cuckold! Be a dear and clean my cunt!”
Spike nodded, and reached for the tissue on the bedside table
“Nuh-uh-uh, no tissues cuckold. Use your tongue for me.” Spike stopped mid stride, and his heart skipped a beat.
“She wants me to do.. WHAT?” He asked himself. Taking a moment to look back at her dripping pussy, Spike did feel a hunger within him.
He crawled on his hands and knees to the dripping hole. He was so close to it, the musky smell was inescapable.
He took a shy taste, and was rewarded with pleased moans from his lover. Feeling more confident, and more hungry, he began to lap at her juices more and more while she writhed in the sheets, moaning into her lover’s massive cock.
A few minutes later, most of the salty taste of mare cum was replaced by pure wet arousal. Rarity could sense she was cleaned properly, and pulled her lover’s cock from her mouth.
“Fancy, I want you in my back door!” She moaned in a most un-ladylike fashion.
“You dirty mare! You know that’s my favorite hole...” Indeed it was, Rarity was one of the few Canterlot elite who knew of Fancy’s many fetishes and sexual preferences. She knew he was bisexual, and really loved the feel of a tight sphincter around his member. And though Rarity was an anal virgin, anything was worth a higher status in the elite!
As he slid down Rarity’s body, Fancy’s ass knocked Spike out of the way as he dismounted her completely. The two ponies rolled off the bed and the mare rested her front hooves on the side, presenting her goddess-like flanks to the horny stallion desperate for release.
Spike winced as he watched that stallion give each round flank a hearty spank.
“You truly are a mare after my own heart, dear Rarity” He spoke to her ear as he rested his chest on her shoulders, pressing his spit-soaked head to her tight puckered rosebud.
“Are you ready?”
“For the love of Celestia! Push it inside me!” And with that, he slowly made his way inside her tight virgin rectum.
“AHH!! It- OH! It’s s-SO! TIGHT!!!” She wailed into the air, her back arching under her big stallion’s gut. She could feel the massive hood spreading her tight sphincter open, she could feel it slowly filling her up. It hurt, and was the best feeling she’d ever felt in her life!
“OH! Buck my ass Fancy! Make me your mare! Ohhh by Luna’s moon! Ahh!!”
Spike had gotten off of the bed and was standing behind them now, watching with empty fascination as another cock - one much larger than his own – filled the mare he loved with all his heart.
Suddenly, a grunt from Fancy. This had been the tightest hold he’d ever penetrated in his life and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He reached one hoof down to his lover’s slit and began to rub the sides of her sensitive clit to accelerate the arrival of her climax.
“OHH!!! FANCY! DARLING! I’M COMING!!!!” With a loud cry of pleasure, Rarity was cumming; large amounts of her juice spilling onto the floor. Fancy could take no more.
“Rarity! I’m going to cum in your asshole!” All higher functions of the stallion’s mind were put on hold, as he frantically bucked into the tight hole around his cock, firing a large spurt of his seed deep in her bowels, followed soon by another, and yet another.
Several moments later, both lovers had come down from their sexual highs, Rarity leaving a mess on the floor, Fancy leaving several ounces of seed in her slightly gaping ass as his soft member flopped out and swing freely, tiny dribbles of seed still hanging out of his hole.
“Ohhh, Rarity that was divine! We simply must do this again soon!” Exclaimed the tired stallion as he happily climbed onto the bed to rest.
“Oh yes, Fancy. Any time you want me you can take me! That was absolutely wonderful! I’ve never met a stallion who could please me like you-“
She was interrupted by a sloshy feeling in her rectum as she first attempted to move, stopping with a giggle.
“Oh, cuckold!” She called with a familiar sing-song.
Spike was nervous, but promptly responded. “Y-yes, Rarity?”
“Your cream pie is served” she said with another giggle.
“Ah! My favorite part” Grinned Fancy Pants from his position on the bed.
Now Spike was REALLY nervous. He didn’t know what in the name of Discord a “cream pie” was, but he didn’t like the sound of it, looking at a strand of semen dripping from her sealed hole.
“I-I don't think.. I mean, you’ve got to be kiddi-“ Rarity cut him off before he could resist more.
“Spike, please... “ she said with a small voice that was out of Fancy’s hearing range.
She had to please Fancy. There was no two ways about it, she had to get Spike to eat his special pie.
Spike looked conflicted. He was battling his own will with the will of his lover, whom always took priority in the past. With a defeated sigh, the dragon resigned.
“Okay, Rarity. I’ll eat my pie.”
“Excellent! Cuckold, open your mouth!”
Spike was the perfect height to be Rarity’s cuckold. His lips were on the exact level as her creamy asshole.
He pursed his lips and readied himself as his lover backed her ass to his face, docking perfectly with his lips.
“Now suck”
Spike hesitated. Then he felt her ass push and her hole open wide, forcing a gush of salty bitter sperm into his mouth.
He gagged at first, completely caught off guard, and began to suck to avoid spitting any out, lest he hurt the feelings of his lover.
“That’s right, cuckold. Drink my lover’s cum. Isn’t it delicious?”
Spike was dying inside. He felt like a hollow husk of a dragon. His heart was completely broken, and yet all he could do was try and please his mare in any way she willed, knowing he’d never be pleased in return.
Between his legs, he felt his dragonhood still stiffer than ever. The last thing he heard was a stifled laugh from Rarity when she noticed how tiny he was.
He cried out into the night as he woke up and realized he had that nightmare again.
La Fin
