Spike sighed to himself. It was the end of a long day. He’d been run off his feet for most of it, doing errands for Twilight, fetching her this thing and that thing and the other. Mostly errands, but work nonetheless in the long run.

A hard day’s work meant a hard day’s reward. Spike smiled as he reached under his pillow for the magazine cut-out he kept there. Snails had given it to him. It was a picture wrinkled and worn from use, faded from exposure to the sun and less than ideal keeping conditions. It was far from perfect, but it was all he had, and therefore more than enough. Spike already felt himself getting hard as he reached downwards with one claw, the other holding the picture of the spread-legged pony model waving her plot in the air. As his fingers wrapped around his aching hard-on, Spike closed his eyes.

“Wow, not even a decent set of crotchboobs? You’ve got some pretty boring taste, Spike.”

Twilight. That was Twilight’s voice. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Spike opened his eyes with one hand still on his dick.

Twilight rolled her eyes at him and smiled.

“I’m just saying,” she said.

Spike shot up instantly. Twilight was here, and he was touching himself. Every nerve in his body screamed different things at him, and his brain failed to function as a result.

“Twilight! You... I... get out of here! Now!”

Twilight frowned.

“How come? Don’t you want me to watch?”

“What?! I... no! Get out, now, go, for Celestia’s sake!” Spike turned away from Twilight to hide his still twitching erection, his face the colour of blooming lava. Go away, please go away.

Spike looked over his shoulder to find Twilight still there, staring at him with a curious expression.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes! Why on earth would I want you to watch?”

“Well,” Twilight stepping closer. Spike shielded his cock with both hands, letting the picture fall to the floor. He tried to edge away from Twilight, but she cornered him with little effort.

“Because the idea of touching yourself while a mare, the mare you’ve secretly lusted after for years, watches you, must get you pretty turned on, right? I bet you’re dripping precum all over the floor thinking about your dear Twilight being near you, the pony you’ve loved like a sister your whole life, drooling at the sight of your aching, prepubescent dragon dick hard in your claw—”

If Spike had known any swear-words, he would have let them all at once. Instead, he settled for the loudest gasp he could muster.

“What?!”

The question didn't’ seem to be powerful enough, but it was all he could manage.

Twilight looked confused.

“You mean you don’t want to let me watch you jerk off, and then have my enthusiastic voyeurism turn into the interspecies sex you’ve always dreamed about?”

“No!” Spike shouted, turning his body just enough to scream in Twilight’s direction while still keeping his rapidly deflating erection shielded.

Twilight frowned.

“I’m not sure I understand,” she said.

Spike gawked.

“I think what Spike means, my dear, is that he has no interest in watching. Spike is already well-versed in the semantics of awkward interspecies affairs, and wishes to try his claw at a more practiced form of sexual experimentation... don’t you, Spikey-wikey?”

Another voice he recognized. But it couldn’t be. How could—

Rarity stepped in front of Twilight, smiling and pushing the purple unicorn away with her foreleg.

“Now, Spike,” she said, stepping closer, so close Spike could feel her hoof almost on his there it was on his back. He tried as hard as possible to shrivel away into the corner, but Rarity turned him about, leaving him to cover his dragon-junk as best he could manage.

“Don’t be shy,” Rarity said, poking at Spike’s claws with a hoof. “I’m well aware you’ve fancied me for some time, and it’s high time we put your not-so-secret lusting to good use. Uncover yourself so we can get started.” Rarity prodded at Spike’s claws again, then promptly turned and whiffed her tail under his nose. Spike got a glint of purple before Rarity’s round, white butt greeted him.

She was wearing a corset.

“I’ve brought a whole array of accoutrements with me. Whips, gags, floggers, that sort of thing... you’ll be a good boy and punish Mommy for being naughty, won’t you? Won’t you give your darling Rarity a spanking like she so rightly deserves, hm?”

Spike balked. He staggered backwards, one claw reaching for an exit on the wall he knew wasn’t there, the other hiding his semi-aroused shame.

On his third stumbling step backwards, his free claw found a soft nose instead the wall.

“Now listen,” Applejack’s voice said. Spike turned to it and found the orange earth pony standing next to him. He tried to back away in another direction, but Applejack’s lasso was on him instantly, winding around his waist. “Spike ain’t hot on either of y’all ‘cause he doesn’t go in for that kind of thing. Spike’s got enough pony pussy in his dreams to last a lifetime; what he really wants is a mare with a backdoor who don’t mind takin’ a few trips round dragon-dick station. Ain’t that right, Spike?’

Spike’s mouth hung open as Applejack, keeping her lasso about him, spun and presented her ass right next to his face. Applejack’s supple buttcheeks jiggled as she shook her posterior, gesturing with a hoof towards he hole between them.

“Come on,” she said, waggling her butt at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t want a spin on the finest ass this side of Equestria.”

Spike shook his head, mute.

Applejack glared at him.

“Well that just don’t make no sense. Everypony knows dragons can’t wait to get it in a girl’s butt. Don’t you wanna shoot your load in between these apple-fritters?” Applejack jiggled her rump again, prompting a fresh head-shake from Spike.

“That’s because he does dig anal; he just doesn’t wanna get with your soggy, used up hole when there’s a nice, tight set of buns waiting for him over here.”

Spike craned his head to find Rainbow Dash smirking from another nearby corner of his bedroom. She walked forward with her wings held high, then turned to present herself to Spike. Spike could see the puff of her lips between her thighs as she waggled her ass under his face. It looked much firmer.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Applejack let go of the rope around Spike and made her way to Rainbow Dash’s side, glaring.

Dash smirked at her.

“Come on, AJ. Everypony in town knows you’ve been plowed up the ass more times than the fields at your farm. Plus, Big Mac isn’t exactly known for leaving mares in proper shape when he’s done with them...”

Applejack gasped, and Rainbow Dash answered with a chuckle.

Spike blinked a few times, willing himself to wake up. The room and the ponies in it remained.

“Stop,” he said. “Stop. This can’t be real. Please, all of you... stop!”

“Aw, come on, Spikey, don’t you wanna have some fun?” Pinkie bounced out from behind Twilight on her tail, smiling broadly. “Is it ‘cause there’s not enough mares for you to have fun with? We can fix that, if you want.”

Spike had barely blinked before another pony appeared in the room: another Pinkie Pie. He blinked, and there was a third, and then a fourth, fifth, seven, tenth, twelfth—

“Twenty Pinkie Pies,” the gaggle of Pinkies said in stereo, “which means you can have us in whatever way you want. Any hole, any position, and extras on top.” In unison, Pinkie and her clones surrounded Spike, each of them pressing a different part of their anatomy into him. Butts, sides, faces, and wet slits assaulted Spike from every angle.

“You just hafta promise to do me first,” the original Pinkie said with a giggle.

“No,” Spike said, swatting away one of the Pinkie-slits aiming for his face. “I don’t want to, please, stop, stop...”

Pinkie frowned.

“Come on, Spike, play nice.” She wiggled her sizable hips and butt at Spike, clearing a space in her circle of clones. “Don’t you wanna shoot your party cannon inside and fill my cupcake up with frosting?”

Spike stuck his tongue out like he was about to be sick.

“Excuse me, Pinkie, but everypony knows Spike doesn’t enjoy that sort of thing.”

As Fluttershy stepped past Pinkie’s confused looking face and squishy extended butt, the clones around Spike vanished, each one disappearing with a loud pop.

“Spike is a tiny dragon, which means he likes being treated like he’s tiny. Little. Small. Isn’t that right Spike?”

“I... no?”

Fluttershy’s hoof caught the side of Spike’s mouth with a smack. He raised a claw to it, finally revealing his flaccid cock, and rubbed the spot where he’d been struck. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“I believe you meant ‘No, Mistress,” Fluttershy said, her voice stern.

Spike quivered, holding back the sob in his chest.

“Now, Spike,” Fluttershy said, stepping closer to him. “I’m not about to give you permission to speak, so I’ll speak for you. I know for a fact that you’re a worthless little slime. You want to be forced onto the floor like the worm you are, and made to lick your Mistress’s hooves, sucking up every bit of dirt from them while you grind your tiny little dick on the carpet, getting so hard and dripping that even just a touch will be enough to bring you off. And then you want more than a touch, a hard press, a rough tug, a smash of your Mistress’s hoof into your puny little balls, so you can scream and cry and cum and shoot blood and hot white jizz everywhere. That’s why I’m here, and it’s what I’m going to help you with.”

Spike’s mouth opened. He tasted vomit in the back of his throat.

“Oh. I mean, um, if that’s alright with you,” Fluttershy said softly.

“Enough,” Spike said. His feet gave out and he fell onto his bottom, where he began scooching backwards, shaking his head. “No more. Please, all of you go, I don’t want this, I don’t want any of this...”

“What do you mean you don’t want it?” Applejack appeared in front of Spike, frowning. “Ain’t nopony who doesn’t want a chance to shoot inside this applebutt.”

Spike shook his head.

“For gosh’s sake, AJ, he doesn’t even like your butt.” Rainbow Dash flapped her wings over Applejack’s head and landed in front of Spike, her smile immovable. “He’s all about the pony pussy after all, isn’t that right?”

Spike tried and failed to dodge the nudge of Rainbow’s hoof into his side.

“Like this,” Dash said, turning and spreading her hindlegs wide. A gaping set of blue lips stared Spike in the face. Along the bottom and sides, a series of metal rings ran, piercings every few inches in Dash’s hood, and one at the very special spot right underneath her swollen clit.

Spike could find no words. He closed his eyes.

“Girls, enough.”

Twilight’s voice, sounding the way she did when she was about to lecture somepony.

“It’s obvious Spike isn’t interested,” Twilight went on. Silently, with his eyes closed, Spike cried for joy. Yes. Thank you. Please  leave him alone.

“He’s clearly more keen on males,” Twilight continued. Spike opened his eyes.

A row of six giant dongs greeted him.

“Are you sure, Twilight? He doesn’t look too keen to me.” Pinkie’s cock bobbled as she spoke, bouncing along with the rest of her.

Twilight nodded.

“I’m positive. I can tell he’s been dreaming about choking on a virile pony’s stallionhood for weeks. He wants their pulsing head to flare deep down in his throat when they jizz, so he can drink up every drop, and fill his nose with the musk of their unwashed taint.”

No. No no no. Spike shook his head again. The cocks came closer.

“Shoot, I really wanted him to fuck me,” Applejack lamented, sporting the second largest erection in the group as she moved herself towards Spike. “I heard dragons have got one o’ them hemi-peenie things. Two dicks means gettin’ fucked in both holes!”

“They don’t have two dicks, dummy,” Rainbow Dash countered. Her cock was the smallest. Maybe she was bitter about it. “They have one, and it’s got spines.”

“I heard it was barbed, like a cat,” Fluttershy said quietly. Her enormous, womb-shattering-size dong hung almost to the floor. “They’re hooked, and when they go inside, they pin you in place and rake the insides of your cervix with their sharp points.” Fluttershy coughed and hid her eyes under her mane. “They sound... nice.”

“Enough talking, dears,” Rarity said, just an inch shy of Applejack. “Let’s give the poor boy what he wants, shall we?”

“No, please—”

Spike’s mistake was opening his mouth to protest. Before he could get more than a few words out, Rarity’s swollen dickhead was between his lips. He tried to pull his head back and spit out the flesh lump, but Rarity was persistent and practiced, and managed to keep her head in the young dragon’s mouth as the rest of her friends closed in. Cocks jabbed at Spike’s face from multiple angles, prodding at his cheeks and smearing precum all over his scales.

Rarity’s cock went further down. Spike could feel it at the back of his throat, tickling him as it flared.

At last, he managed to pull away. Rarity stood in place as Spike yanked his mouth away from her dong. Though he was free, the scent of the clear pre-jizz hit his face immediately. The smell of sweaty, unwashed futa-musk came next.

Spike felt the boiling that had been brewing in his stomach finally turn over. Still on his back, he tried to hold himself up, but couldn't convince his brain to turn his head. With a sad burbling noise, a spray of vomit came from his mouth, landing with a splatter on his chest, stomach, and between his legs. Tears fell from Spike’s eyes as he threw up on his own dick.

Everypony in the circle frowned in various degrees of concern.

“Does... does that mean he doesn’t like it?” Applejack asked, moving back a bit with her dick swaying.

“I think that much is obvious,” Twilight said with a sigh. She pushed her way to the front of the group and held a hoof up to keep her friends from advancing. “I’m not sure what this means. Surely there must be some fetish we missed...”

“Leave,” Spike said, wiping a drip of vomit from his lips. “Get out, please, for the love of Celestia, just leave me alone...”

Nopony in the room spoke. Twilight shared a look with all of them. After a few seconds she nodded, then gestured towards the door. The rest of the elements of harmony filed out neatly at her direction, their dicks swaying beneath them as they left.

“I bet it was scat,” Dash muttered to herself as she left.

“Or diapers,” Fluttershy chimed in, following shortly behind.

“I dunno about Spike,” Pinkie bubbled on the way out, “but I’d take some scat from Rainbow Dash. She can shit in my face any time!”

Applejack and Rarity left without further observation, evidently more concerned with the closeness in proportion of their newly developed dicks than anything else.

Twilight shut the door with a burst of magic as the last of her friends left.

On the floor, Spike curled into a ball and began to cry.

“Spike, what’s the matter?” Twilight stepped towards the dragon, who didn’t even acknowledge her as she came within inches of his crumpled form. With another flash from her horn, Twilight’s cock disappeared, and she kneeled next to Spike with what looked to be genuine concern on her face.

“Why?” Spike asked. “Why are you doing this?” Spike uncurled slightly from his ball, his eyes watery with tears from his sobbing and vomiting. Twilight’s eyes grew as she watched him sit up.

“What do you mean, Spike? I thought you’d like this.”

“Why would I like this?!” Spike threw an arm up, but quickly drew it back to his side. The vomit in his throat was threatening to come back.

“Well,” Twilight said, her eyes drifting to the side. “I figured it only made sense. I mean, living in a town of ponies, face to face with our tight fuckable vaginas all day, must surely be driving you crazy. It’s only natural that you’d develop a series of extreme fetishes, and I just wanted to help you relieve them. Are you sure you don’t want me to get Applejack back in here so she can take your dick in both her holes?”

“No.” Spike shook his head and tried to stand, but found his body not quite ready to support him, leading him back to the floor. Twilight extended a hoof, which he took with a reluctant grasp, letting Twilight help him up to his feet.

“I just wanted you to feel good, Spike,” Twilight said. “I thought this would do that.”

“I don’t want any of this,” Spike said, shaking his head and wiping a claw across his forehead. “I don’t want any of that stuff, I don’t want to think about this ever again. I want this all to go away.”

Twilight Sparkle chewed her bottom lip. She had screwed up. There was something she had missed.

“Well,” she said, kneeling next to Spike and bringing her head even closer to his “what about a kiss?”

Spike’s eyes went wide as he turned. A raised claw found the side of his face still stinging from Fluttershy’s hoofslap.

“Why would I—”

“Oh, come on Spike, I’m not dumb. You might not have been lusting after me in secret to that extent, but it’s obvious you want to be with me. I’ve seen you staring when I bend over, and I know sometimes you think about me in here.”

Spike had no more shame in him left to blush, and so settled for staring forward mutely.

“A kiss is no big deal, and I know you’ve wanted me to kiss you for a long time,” Twilight said. “Plus, I’m still like your sister, which makes it a really hot kiss.”

Spike shook his head again, and Twilight rolled her eyes.

“Come on. It’s harmless. Just one kiss and I’ll leave you alone, okay?”

Spike didn’t want a kiss. He didn’t want Twilight here, he hadn’t wanted any of what had just happened, and if he was lucky, would only have to spend half his life trying to erase it from his memory. He just wanted to go to bed and have everything he had witnessed be forgotten.

But, before now, he had wanted Twilight in a way. To kiss, to hold, to gently guide into his first romance. He knew it was wrong to want Twilight in that way, because yes, she was like a sister to him, and feeling even a tingle of love beyond that obligation was taboo, and wrong. Before he’d been assaulted by more sex than he knew how to understand, Spike had thought a kiss from Twilight might be nice one day.

Maybe it still would be.

“Just one kiss,” Twilight said, smiling at Spike from a few inches away. “Then I’ll leave you alone, okay? I promise.”

Spike nodded weakly. He couldn’t find words anymore. He wasn’t sure if he should believe this was real, or if any of what had just happened was real.

It was, if the warmth of Twilight’s breath was any indication as she leaned in with her lips pursed.

Awkwardly, Spike closed his lips as well.

Twilight found his mouth after a second. She kissed him, and sighed.

The kiss was soft. It was light, and genuine, and pure, and sweet, and despite himself, Spike could feel his heart flutter in his chest as Twilight kised him, reminding him of all his secret pining, all his pent up love and interest and longing and more, at last realized. Despite everything that had just happened, Spike warmed to the kiss, and it warmed back to him.

As it went on, he closed his eyes.

Spike thrashed as he awoke. His blankets clung tightly around him, hot and sweaty like day-old salami curled around his body. He kicked and squirmed, eventually peeling the blankets off and throwing them to the side of the bed, at last giving him the chance to breathe.

But he still felt hot and wet. And sticky.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing to bring himself to proper consciousness, Spike looked down.

Oh.

His entire lower half was coated. Probably the blankets too then. He ran a hand over one of the sticky splotches that was layered from his waist halfway up his stomach. The familiar texture of semen greeted his claw.

Spike wiped his claw on the bed as he swung his legs over the side. He shook his head as he slid off the bed onto the floor, giving himself a few seconds before he made his way over to the dresser in the far corner of his room. He pulled open the middle drawer with one claw, and wiped the other one across his forehead, which was sweaty.

“Yeesh. What a dream.”

Spike rifled in the several articles of clothing before his claw found the solid object hidden amongst them. He pulled out the small notebook and flipped it open, grabbing the nearby pen with his other claw. The page prior to the blank one he selected was covered in hasty-looking scribbles. The words Twilight eats a bird? were scratched onto the bottom.

Spike tapped his pen against the page for a second before her wrote. The contents of his dream poured out from his head onto the paper, summarized in five comma separated sentences woven together. Dictation complete, Spike closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer with the pen. He shut it and walked back to his bed, checking the time from the clock on his bedside table as he moved.

It wasn’t that late yet. He could catch a few more hours.

Spike yawned as he pulled the blankets from the floor and wrapped them around his body. The cum on his stomach was beginning to dry, hardening into a crusty layer that he would have to scrape off when he would awoke. His bed stank of previous loads fired in the night. He could shower when he got up.

Sleeping more would be nice. If he slept long enough, he could dream again. If he dreamt, he would be sure to write it down. Different ponies danced through his heads as sleep began to return, giving him glances of the exposed holes and eager bodies he had just awoken from. What all the ponies might do with him if only things went well for once. What they would do by themselves, and with each other. There were so many possibilities.

Spike yawned one last time and curled into himself, letting sleep overtake him.

“Hope you enjoyed yourself,” he murmured before he passed out.

Life in Equestria want on around him.

What were the ponies out there doing while he slept?

There was no telling.