It was a quiet evening across Equestria. Only hours earlier the cacophony of busy ponies trotting from shop to shop had echoed through the town of Ponyville; now the streets were empty as Princess Celestia performed her Alicorn duties, bringing the sun magically to the horizon. In the distance, a silhouette crossed the darkening sky, a flying chariot chauffeured by two white pegasi, clad in golden armor and blue-tufted helmets. The golden chariot descended from Canterlot towards Ponyville carrying its only passenger, a small purple dragon named Spike. Spike had been away to Canterlot for royal business as he sometimes had to. He never enjoyed leaving Twilight and his friends in Ponyville, however he knew his place in Princess Celestia’s kingdom and accepted that she would need to meet with him personally from time to time. This had been different however.

When Spike went to Canterlot, he would usually end up staying for the night. Business tended to take all day and by the time Spike was finished it was typically far too late for him to make the flight home. Today things had proceeded so smoothly that it wasn’t even sundown when Celestia informed Spike that she no longer required his presence. Spike considered staying the night as Twilight wasn’t expecting him back until morning and because the guest bedroom in the palace was so luxurious; it was a rare treat for Spike to burrow under the warm bedspread and fall into a deep, rejuvenating slumber. Spike could almost feel the high thread-count fabric pressed against his cheek, but despite the temptation, the young dragon couldn’t resist seeing his best friend again.

Spike felt unusually wide awake as his royal taxi neared its destination. He laid on his back and looked up at the pinpricks of light that were becoming visible as the moon replaced the sun in the night sky. Cool air blustered past the carriage, chilling Spike’s scaly body until slowly it stopped and the chariot came to a halt outside the library. Spike sat up and took notice of his surroundings. Not more than a few seconds had passed before Spike had hopped off the back of the chariot and thanked the royal guards for their late-night service. They were too well trained to respond and without so much as acknowledging the dragon their wings began to flap once more and they lifted off into the sky dragging the empty chariot behind them.

The sun was now completely obscured by the horizon and it had become very dark outside. Spike felt a fuzziness inside him knowing he was home and would soon see his dear Twilight again. Light fell on the ground from the picture window to the right of the library’s red door. It wasn’t unusual, Twilight was a night person; she was usually up reading while Spike fell asleep in his basket bed, however what was unusual was the faint sound of laughter and talking that Spike could hear from inside. He began to reach for the door handle and grasped its cold exterior, but stopped himself and took his hand off of the metal. The dragon could hear at least three feminine voices, heavily muffled by the building of course. Curious, the boy strolled over to the window and peered inside. Three giggling figures shifted playfully in the center of the library, Twilight, Applejack, and Rarity. Twi had told Spike about the time he was away and Rarity and AJ had come over during the thunderstorm and had a slumber party. He remembered her being excited at the time at the idea that the group might have more frequent sleepovers in the future. She must have taken the opportunity of Spike’s absence to invite the girls over. Now regretting his decision to pass up a warm slumber in the Princesses tower, Spike sighed as he watched the ponies. He couldn’t go in now; he was too polite to interrupt their fun. Twilight would probably be happy to see him, but it was supposed to be a girl’s night and he couldn’t take that away from Twilight, she did, after all, need everything to go “by the book” and Spike wouldn’t have a place on her slumber party checklist.

Spike told himself he was being polite, but there was a far less noble reason behind Spike’s decision. Spike’s crush Rarity was lying on her back in a very unladylike position and Spike was getting a wonderful view of her tail and hindquarters. To most potential viewers, it would’ve been an innocent scene, three young ponies having a slumber party, sharing stories, laughing, make-overs… but as Spike stood in the glow of that window his horny, boyish mind drifted to places he didn’t dare share with anyone.

Oh my! thought Spike as he gazed upon the supple white flank of his dear Rarity. She in particular was the subject of many a fantasy in Spike’s imaginative young head. Of course, Spike was a young boy and his hormones often drove him crazy. Especially since he’d come with Twilight to Ponyville, Spike had been having increasingly dirty thoughts and desires. The opposite sex was becoming very attractive, sometimes he even saw something more than a friend when he gazed into Twilight’s purple eyes.

Spike’s face went red and his eyes darted around him as he realized he was still outside, staring into his own window like a peeping tom. He surveyed the dark streets of Ponyville and when he had finally convinced himself that no one was watching him he returned to the window and placed his hand to his crotch. It was times like this that he felt blessed to be the only resident in Ponyville with thumbs. Rarity rolled over in a new fit of giggling, Spike watched on with giant eyes as her girly bits came into glorious view. While ponies typically walked around in the nude, they tended to keep themselves covered with their tail. Spike was loving this.

Ooooooooooo Rarity… Boy I’d like to have some of her. The words ran through his head while his cock poked out from its scaly hiding place and grew hard in Spike’s hand. It was long for his size, fire-engine red and slippery. Spike’s hand moved up and down his length, gripping tightly, pushing precum out of his urethra. The clear liquid dribbled into the bushes outside the library as Spike pleasured himself in public. Rarity had a puffy mound, complete with two plump pussy lips. Spike imagined them as pillows, softer than even the finest fabric in the guest bedroom he’d turned down no more than an hour ago. Her tailhole was clean and ladylike, just as white as the rest of her.

Spike wanted Rarity for more than just sex; he wanted a relationship with her, he wanted love, but right now the dragon was horny as hell and all he could think about was ramming his red-hot rod into Rarity from behind. He wanted to take her, make her feel the pleasure he knew she deserved, the pleasure he was feeling right now. His breath condensed on the window in the cool night as Spike’s hand gripped tightly and moved faster on his penis. He closed his eyes and imagined lewd, passionate sex with the white unicorn. He heard her voice, breaking under his powerful thrusts: Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh Oooo gently please! Ahhhh Oh my Spike, his imagination stood in for Rarity, making obscene use of the things he’d overheard her say since he began his stay in Ponyville.

Spike edged closer to his sexual plateau and explored more fantasies. He had no shortage of imagination, just the opposite… as he’d get bored with one mental image his mind would snap to another like a slide projector of filth. He imagined the girly slumber party turning kinky.

“I have an idea, let’s play Truth-or-Dare!” said the Twilight in Spike’s imagination… he moaned as he thought of the girls daring each other into all sorts of adult activity. First Applejack and Rarity would share a long, deep kiss, holding each other tenderly, then Rarity would dare Twilight into participating in some heavy petting, then Spike’s mind really turned up the heat and imagined the three girls taking turns eating each other out. He could truly hear Rarity moaning as Twilight put her book knowledge to some use and used her tongue in all the right places.

“Oh! TWILIGHT!! You must tell me how you got so GOOD at this!” Rarity would offer the compliment making Twilight Sparkle blush as she slurped at her friends sopping pussy. Spike progressed through hotter and hotter scenarios… he pictured himself kicking in the door during the girl’s impromptu pussy-licking, their wet faces gazing up at him and his throbbing erection. He could picture their bedtime eyes beckoning him; they’d line up their flanks for him and bend over, lifting their tails in unison, presenting him with three juicy options; three curvy feminine asses wiggling invitingly, a living buffet of carnal pleasure… with that thought Spike came. He stifled a grunt as his seed shot into the bushes and then dribbled over his finger.

Spike leaned against the tree and tried to catch his breath. He released his spent cock and panted as his pleasure subsided. He felt satisfied. He’d just done something naughty. He’d masturbated in public and gotten away with it. Rarity would never find out that he had cum while looking at her… it was so perverted, and Spike liked the feeling. Wetness on his small hand drew his attention. A ropey strand of dragon cum hung from his finger, wobbling awkwardly in a lewd ballet as Spike moved his hand. He went to wipe it on the leaves of the bush when a naughty thought crossed his mind. With a dirty grin on his face Spike raised his hand above his head and opened his mouth. Spike positioned the rope of semen over his lips and with a prod from his tongue the white goo fell into his mouth. Spike tasted his own sperm, swishing it across his tongue, enjoying the mild saltiness. Spike was curious and he imagined himself as Rarity, gobbling up his seed after a heated sexual encounter. It only seemed fair that if he was to ever cum in his dream girl’s mouth that he knew what he tasted like. Spike swallowed his oyster-like payload and licked his finger clean of the remaining residue.

This doesn’t make me gay does it? Spike’s inner monologue asked. Just as soon as he had questioned his sexuality he had his answer: Nah… I just came while thinking about Rarity. I was just curious, that’s all. He assured himself. The purple dragon came back to reality and, leaving the window, pranced around behind the library and found a soft patch of grass to lie down on and try to sleep. He’d wait until morning to head inside. He was enjoying the peaceful quiet of the night anyway after having been outside for so long. Spike gazed up at the starry sky and slowly drifted off to sleep.