Darkness surrounded him and his body felt weighed down, though not by much. He could hear birds outside as well as the happy and beautiful humming of a certain white mare he loved, yet, more of whatever was on top of him seemed to be tossed on every few seconds. The feeling of fabric against his face was made even more apparent when he took a deep breath as the strange taste of the material and the air that filtered through it entered his mouth; at least it was clean.

Slowly, meticulously, he wormed his way out from the soft, confining prison until at last he saw daylight, And there, his head freed from the entrapping pile of clothes he had found himself in, he beheld his angel in white, and his esteemed purple princess beside her; perfectly naked in all their glory. One simple thought came to Spike’s mind, they had great asses.

Another piece of clothing, a white sundress with blue swirls along the hem, joined the growing pile on the bed as Rarity pulled out a royal purple blouse and matching miniskirt. “How about this one, it matches your coat wonderfully.”

Twilight looked it over, tapping her chin in thought. “It’s nice, but if I have to be running after Pinkie, and you know I will be, I’ll need something that’s going to flutter less.”

And again, another one of her wonderful pieces joined the mess on the bed; Rarity would’ve never thought that Twilight Sparkle would be nearly as difficult as Fluttershy, the pickiest of all her friends about picking out an outfit. She used all of her fashionista senses to run down the list of reasons Twilight had refused her other outfits and made her next choice expertly. In her hands were a black tank top and a pair of slimming but not overly tight jeans.

“Perfect! Practical, matching, and a little sexy.”

A sigh of relief escaped Rarity’s lips, thrilled to finally be able to find an outfit for her own meeting with Fluttershy and Spike. Her search, however, was interrupted before it began when something scaley with claws grabbed her ass, squeezing it and forcing a gasp out of her. Twilight joined her gasping as Spike stepped between them. “I think you two look perfect like this.”

Fighting the urge to play along with the drake and those wonderful claws of his, Rarity focused hard on the tasks ahead. “Spike, darling, I don’t think walking through town naked would be such a great idea, at least not this early in the day.”

“Yeah, shame we can’t just stay here all day and mess up your house some more.” Even though he had acknowledged the impossibility of it, his hands continued to work on the ample white and violet rumps, to the pleasure and slight annoyance to their respective owners.

Twilight managed to regain some of her composure and slipped an aura of pink magic around the naughty dragon, pinning his arms to his sides. She turned around, annoyance brimmed her features, and she took her scolding stance, a stance Spike was all too familiar with, especially after finding him with his hand in the cookie jar a few too many times. “Now, Spike, you know that me and Rarity would love to keep you company all day, but I have to talk to Pinkie Pie, and you need to go see Rainbow Dash. When you’re done with that, Rarity and you have a very important date with Fluttershy to keep. But, if you’re good,” she took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast, letting him enjoy the feel of soft fur and hardened nipple, “maybe I’ll spend the day tomorrow with nothing but an illusion spell on. We both know you’ve helped me enough with my magic training to know the first rule of an illusion spell.”

It came out as nearly a whisper, “If someone knows it’s an illusion, they can see through it.”

She was happy to hear their magic lessons paid off. “That’s right. Just picture it: me naked in front of everypony I see tomorrow, the open air against my fur, your eyes devouring me, well, you can feel how fast my heart’s beating from just thinking about it can’t you?”

“Y-Yeah.” Spike nodded dumbly as the scene played out in his head.

“And something tells me, you’ll have plenty to enjoy tonight for your patience with me,” Rarity added, pressing herself against his back while wrapping an arm around him, tracing patterns over his chest with long, slender fingers.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Guess I’ll get ready to go meet Dash.”

As Spike turned around the two mares looked at each other, rolling their eyes and giggling the tiniest bit. It was nice to see Spike act like a child from time to time; his youthful spirit was one of the things they loved about him, after all.

While searching for his clothes, Spike regarded Twilight, “Shouldn’t I be there when you talk to Pinkie Pie about all of this?”

“There isn’t enough time for you to tell Dash, meet with Pinkie, get ready to go to Fluttershy’s, and meet with her. It’d be better to tell Pinkie as soon as possible, so she doesn’t feel left out, like we chose to tell her last.” Twilight shivered. “You know how she can be when she feels left out.”

“I guess you have a point. Still, wish I could be there.” He continued his hunt, even looking under the bed.

Spike managed to find his clothes from yesterday strewn across the room in obscure and weird places. Quickly throwing them on he headed to the door, to Rarity’s horror. “Spike! You can’t go outside wearing that! It's dirty, and you haven't even taken a shower yet!"

Blowing it off, Spike waved and continued on his way, shouting back, “I’m going to meet Dash; they’re going to get dirty and I’m going to be way sweatier by the end of it. Later, try not to ‘study’ too hard!”

Rarity just stood there dumbstruck for a moment as Twilight’s hand passed back and forth in front of her face. “Um, Rar-”

“He just went out in dirty clothes smelling like sweat and sex, with the aftermath of last night still caked on his lower half.”

“Yeah, guys do that from time to time, well maybe not the sex and aftermath part, but the dirty clothes and no shower, not that uncommon. Just not when they’re going to try and awe the fashionista, meticulous clean freak love of their life.” Twilight couldn’t help but chuckle into her hand at the look on Rarity’s face. It was as if some great, disgusting secret had been told to her.

“That is so gross.”

“He also forgot to ask what time you’re meeting Fluttershy. It’s a good thing you can send him a letter.”

Rarity covered her face with her hand; she couldn’t help but wonder, ‘just what had she gotten herself into with this drake?’

Birds sang from the apple trees as the shadow of a dragon swept over them. Most animals would’ve probably fled at the sight of the apex predator, but the ones in Ponyville had long since grown accustomed to his presence.

Spike couldn’t help but smile at their song. It reminded him of their first meeting when he was but a whelp, her conducting her song bird choir for the Summer Sun Celebration. It made him giggle a bit, the moment she had seen them she hid from Twilight, but when she saw him she had jumped out asking him all sorts of questions, wanting to hear his whole life story, and he was had been more than happy to give it. Fluttershy had played a large part in getting the animals used to his larger, winged form, something he would always be grateful for.

As Spike had developed she would often invite him for tea and ask for his help with the critters she took care of. It was not until two years ago that Spike had realized that his help was almost unnecessary, aside from making life slightly easier for Fluttershy. With this revelation came another: when traveling with Twilight there was no natural music, no pets running around, there was no life at all aside from the sapient beings that called this world their home, but in Ponyville birds nested in his home, pets ran around him like it was nothing, and even Harry the bear and his family were always pleased to see the drake. She had taken it upon herself to make sure that the animals remained comfortable with him, and he would always be grateful for that.

His thoughts shifted as he neared the south field of the Apple Family Farm. It was no secret that this was Rainbow Dash’s favorite training spot. Applejack had been more than happy to allow the speedster to practice her stunts far from where she could hurt anyone or break anything in the grassy lot. There was even a creek she could use to wash off in after her practice.

The sudden appearance of a rainbow trail across the sky made it easy to spot the sky blue pegasus as she shot through the sky like a bullet. It was hard to tell just how far away she was, but he could see her blue fur covered in sweat. As he got closer, he could see her white sports crop top sticking to her chest and the black workout shorts she had on.

Swooping low, he came in for a landing, knowing Rainbow Dash would not be long in following. To her amazing attention to detail while in flight, a large, purple dragon landing in the apple orchard would stick out like a sore thumb to her. Truthfully, she had probably spotted him heading her way a while ago.

A few more spins and a Buccaneer Blaze that was more than likely for his benefit and entertainment than her training, and she was shooting through the air towards him like a lightning bolt, before landing like a butterfly a hoof away.

Spike had just about jumped into the air himself before her impressive landing. “Wow, Dash, thanks for not crashing into me and putting us both in the hospital. Awesome stunt though, two thumbs up.” He clapped playfully earning him a hit on the shoulder.

The hot shot flyer’s rainbow mane, her namesake, was messy and disoriented in the front and sweat matted in the back running just below her shoulder blades. She gave him her signature, cocky, unapologetic grin. “Oh come on, Dragon Boy, you can survive a fling across the moon but a tumble in the grass with me’ll hospitalize you? I doubt it, although I am a fan of my tumbles being pretty rough,” she gave him a wink, “if you know what I mean.”

There had been many similar jokes while training with her, most of which Spike had laughed at and palled around with her about, but his recent success with Rarity and Twilight had boosted his confidence, “I’m not sure I do, maybe you’d like to show me.”

Dash’s smile widened. “I’d ask what got into you,” suddenly she was in his personal space, her finger running down his chest teasingly, “but I’m guessing the real question is who you got into. Nice to see Rarity finally made a real dragon out of you. It’s about time! Between you and me, I was starting to think that mare would never realize she was into you and finally get her some draconic love.”

“You knew that she was… into me? Wait, what makes you think we did anything?”

“One: I’m not blind. Two: I'm better at the whole 'romantic intuition' deal than everyone pretends, even if it is kind of girly for my normal taste. And three: two young, horny, lovey-dovey adults with a whole weekend to themselves, what could possibly be going on? I’m sure you were just playing checkers. So… how many times did you king her?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Shame, cause a gentledrake never kisses and tells.”

Rainbow Dash jumped back quick as a whip, her modest bust bouncing slightly. “Oh, don’t worry; I’m sure I can talk Rarity out of all the details. So, what brings you out here? Hoping to get in on one of my more intense training session to impress your new marefriend? I’m not liable if it kills you by the way.”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about…” any newfound confidence escaped him as his hand found the back of his head and his brain screamed at his mouth to work, to no avail. This was just as awkward, maybe more so than when he tried to tell Applejack.

“You’re not firing too early are you? Cause I don’t think I can help you with that. I mean, I think Applejack has some rubber bands you can wrap around your-”

His hands flew in front of him, waving back and forth as his head shook side to side, “What!? No! It- Why would you think that?”

“Well you’re not saying anything, just thought I’d take a guess. I mean you’re acting like a school foal with a crush.” Rainbow Dash smiled cockily before her own words began to sink in. The humor drained a little from her features. “Spike, I’m not going to have to hurt you for falling for all my awesomeness right after you finally got with Rarity, am I?”

“No!” His face flushed a dark purple. “Look, basically, and with Rarity and Twilight’s full consent, I’m starting a hoard.”

"Like piles of jewels and gems and gold? Well with Rarity at your side that shouldn't be that difficult. You came to the wrong pegasus for a loan, though."

"No, no, no," Spike sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's the dragon equivalent for a 'herd'."

"Oh! A whored!"

"I'm not sure why, but when 'you' say it, it sounds creepy. Anyway, yeah. Twilight and Rarity have already agreed"

As the realization struck Rainbow Dash's head jerked back a little, and her eyes opened wide in genuine surprise. “You already scored with Twilight too? Maybe my intuition is that bad. Huh, did not see that coming! I mean sure I’ve seen her stare, but we all kind of stare from time to time. Just, wow.”

“Been staring, huh?” His shoulders relaxed, something about a smartass quip just made him feel right at home, for a few seconds at least.

“Yeah, well when you get into the lake shirtless nopony can blame me.” She folded her arms under her chest. “So long story short, you want me to join in on the fun times.”

“Well, I thought I’d test the water out first, but since you’re putting it so bluntly… I’d like to hear what you think.”

“I’m flattered and all, but I’ve never really felt like the committed relationship type.” A chuckle escaped her blue lips. “Even if it’s one with multiple partners and orgies, although it does make it sound a lot more tempting. You’re awesome and all Spike, but I don’t think you’d be able to handle all of this wild and crazy. It’s nothing personal, Spike, if it was just a roll or two in the hay I’d consider it but… it’s complicated.”

His shoulders sagged. Applejack had warned him he'd be met with a brick wall, and there it was. He'd been rejected, plain and simple. Just like that he'd lost two of his potential hoard. He would have to just give up and go home. The slow burning embers deep in his chest seemed to ignite at the thought of 'quitting'. He was no quitter. It couldn't be over before he even had the chance to try! Applejack said he'd have to impress her somehow. There was only one way he was going to do that. Through guts and glory. “I changed my mind.”

Confusion spread across Rainbow Dash’s face. “About?”

There was a passion in his eyes, a burning resolve. “Your intense training. Sign me up.”

“What!? Why?”

"Because you think I'm not dragon enough to keep up with all your wild and crazy." Spike stood to his full height, sticking out his chest, and flaring out his wings in attempt to remind her just what it was she was dealing with here. "Well I'm gonna prove to you just how dragon I am.”

“You understand I wasn’t kidding about the whole, ‘not liable if you die’ part, right?”

With his head held high he gave her a toothy smirk. “Hey, I'm a tough guy to kill… but I’d really appreciate if you didn’t try.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, but was unable to hide her smile. Rainbow Dash grasped both his shoulders. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. We start tomorrow, six in the morning sharp every single day unless I say otherwise. Try not to lose too much sleep playing around, or your first day might be your last.”

Spike felt the rush of heat drain from his face, and the embers in his chest grow cold as it dawned on him what his impulsive reaction just signed him on for. Rainbow Dash just cackled evilly and flew off, ready to resume her training.

Pushing off to the sky as well, he altered his destination to The Carousel Boutique where Rarity waited to go with him to Fluttershy’s. Thoughts of what hells awaited him tomorrow under the eye of one of the the world's foremost flight experts filled his head. And even if he did manage to live through the next day, he was not sure his luck would hold up until Rainbow Dash was satisfied. To make matters worse it was anyones guess how much showing his dedication through this nearly suicidal plan would improve his odds of winning her over.

As Ponyville came into view, Spike could not help but notice a bouncing, pink streak coursing through the town being chased by a magenta burst of color, followed closely by an appearance of purple, before disappearing and reappearing again and again to the sound of giggling and irritation filling the air. Spike burst out into a fit of laughter at the town-wide spectacle, wondering how long it would take Twilight to realize she could just teleport Pinkie to her instead.

Roughly an hour earlier, Twilight had walked into a large building designed to look like a gingerbread house, famously known as Sugarcube Corner. The local bakery and provider of all things sweet to the town of Ponyville was also the workplace of one of her best friends and hopeful herdmate, Pinkie Pie.

“Twilight!” Before she knew what was happening, she felt herself wrapped in a massive bear hug, her face smushed up against a pair of large pillowy mounds, draped in a light blue and white striped apron.

“Pinkie!" Twilight gasped out as she struggled for breath. "Air! Need air!"

The crushing force of the hug was suddenly gone as the pink Earth Pony at fault hopped backwards, her puffy mane and tail mimicking the action a second longer with her large, bouncing bosom. Pinkie Pie stood a fair bit taller than Twilight Sparkle, with her arms around her back innocently and a wide, welcoming smile on her face. She could just make out the crazy mare’s blue miniskirt frills from the side of the apron; however her knee-high socks matched that apron perfectly. “You must be here about the doozy huh?”

“Pinkie-sense?”

“Pinkie-sense.” The element of laughter had the unique and strange power to predict the future by deciphering the patterns of involuntary twitches and quirks her body would go through. In this case, a doozy involved a full-body shake.

“Well, I hope so; otherwise who knows what sort of crazy things are going to happen? I’d rather not have to deal with some insane Equestria-endangering emergency this week. Love saving everypony, but a mare needs a break from time to time.”

“Oh,” Pinkie Pie rubbed her chin and looked up as if deep in thought, “I don’t know. We do have a lot of fun and bonding moments on those adventures.”

“Well, what I wanted to talk to you about would involve those same two things, but with less mortal danger and a… lot more bonding. Can you spare a minute?”

“Sounds fun!” Her eyes lit up, a light and joyous blue, before she bonked herself on the head causing her eyes to spin around and her tongue to fall out of her mouth. Suddenly her entire being began twitching and shaking uncontrollably, her apron slipped off of her and, in a way no science would ever be able to explain, shook by itself in the air. After she stopped looking at her still vibrating apron and grabbed before throwing it back on. She took a slightly more serious air and looked behind her to the counter and the line of customers that had already built up. “So, not Equestria-ending? Or any other kind of emergency?”

Twilight was still a little thrown from Pinkie’s strange, albeit very Pinkie, display. “No, but it is important.”

“Can it wait ‘til my break in half an hour, then?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just grab a seat and relax.”

“Super! And I’ll bring you a piece of cake on me to enjoy while you wait!”

“That’s not necessary, Pinkie.”

Pinkie shook her head slowly and over-exaggeratedly while wiggling her finger. “I’ll have none of that, Pinkie Pie takes care of her friends!” Her hands were place firmly on her hips, making it clear no argument would convince her otherwise; as such, Twilight nodded, accepting the kindly offer.

Before she even had a chance to look out the window, a pink blur zoomed past her, and a piece of triple chocolate cake appeared on the table in front of her. Without so much of a thought for nutrition or her perfectly scheduled diet, Twilight had already began digging in. She hated to admit it, but her mentor’s bad habits and sweet tooth seemed to be rubbing off onto her.

For the next half-hour Twilight watched Pinkie bounce around the sweet shop bringing customers their orders, depositing their bits into the register, and bringing them their change. Her big smile would have been goofy on any other pony. On Pinkie Pie, though, it just looked insanely genuine; never faltering as she worked the job she loved.

Twilight blushed as she wonder what so much energy would be like in bed as she picked at the admittedly delicious cake. If she had to guess, a lot of fun, but very exhausting. She doubted even Rainbow Dash would be able to keep up with her for long. Deeper into her thoughts though, she worried about how best to go about talking to Pinkie Pie about joining Spike’s hoard. While she had no doubt the idea of being in something with all her best friends would be very appealing to the party pony, and that Pinkie Pie had certainly noticed Spike’s growth thanks to a number of little joke-like comments and stares she thought she was being secretive about, she had never seen her be in any form of romantic or intimate relationships or situations with anypony before.

As she started to sort out the solution logically, the subject matter jumped into the seat across from her, breaking her train of thought as Pinkie Pie so often did. “Okay, Twilight, I asked the Cakes for the rest of the afternoon off so we could talk, and they said yes! So what’s up?”

Moving the now-empty plate into the middle of the table and out of her way, Twilight started, “Well-”

“Let me guess! Hmm… You got a coltfriend or marefriend and you want me to throw you a party! Just leave it to your Auntie Pinkie Pie; I’ll make it the super-est, greatest party ever!” Her hands came together excitedly as she prepared to list off guests and supplies she would use.

Twilight was quick to cut the bubbling mare off before she began, “First off, you’re not even a year older than me. Second, this isn’t about a party… Hey! Why do you think me getting a coltfriend or marefriend would be a doozy?”

The other mare’s pink cheeks ballooned up with air as her mouth was sealed tight, small laugh-like noises escaping her nostrils before she managed to swallow and nonchalantly say, “Nooooo reason.”

The look of annoyance on Twilight’s face was almost venomous, but it was impossible to ever be mad at Pinkie for long so she settled for mild agitation. In nearly a whisper she retorted, “I’ll have you know that I am in fact in a relationship.”

“So the party’s on?!”

“No, Pinkie, look,” her voice became extremely quiet, “I’ve recently joined a herd and I wanted to talk to you about it.” She looked around, much of what was left of the lunch rush seemed to be focused on their table after Pinkie’s outburst. “Preferably, somewhere a little more private.”

“Okie-Dokie-Lokie, but first you gotta catch me!” and quick as whip she was gone, leaving Twilight stunned at the sudden display of speed and randomness.

Once her mind caught up, she teleported after the pink menace to sanity.

After twenty minutes of chasing Pinkie around Ponyville to no avail, the mare just unable to be caught, she had a realization. If Pinkie was too fast for even near instant teleportation to keep up with her, then the key was to teleport Pinkie instead. With a deep breath she concentrated her magic and appeared in the library. Concentrating her magic she locked onto Pinkie Pie’s very unique life force and transported it a few feet in front of her. Regrettably, she had not taken into account Pinkie’s forward momentum, and her friend smashed right into her, sending them both to the floor in a heap.

Almost instantly Pinkie popped back up, completely unharmed. “That was fun! You totally cheated to catch me though.”

Twilight was less lucky though. The poor mare was a tad sore and fairly positive that the room was not supposed to be spinning. “Ow.”

Ever the good friend, Pinkie helped Twilight into one of the many reading chairs laid throughout the library and turned the sign on the door to “Closed.” When she got back Twilight was sitting up in the chair, holding her head. “Feeling better?”

Through a groan she managed, “Yeah, a little. You have one hard head.”

Pinkie stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes playfully. “That’s Earth Pony power for you.”

“My concussion aside, I caught you and a deal’s a deal.”

"Sure is!" Pinkie agreed happily before her flamboyant attitude, for one of the few times in her life, seemed to grow calm as she took a seat across from Twilight. “Um, the thing is, Twi, I’m not really the person to talk to about relationships. I mean, if you want to inform all your friends at once about your new relationship, look no further than Pinkie Pie! But, I’ve never really been in a relationship myself. That’s really more Rarity or Dashie’s field depending on the, um, nature of the relationship.”

“I’m not looking for advice on relationships, Pinkie. Actually I wanted to talk about-” she took a deep breathe, bringing her hand to her chest and moving forward. “Maybe it’d be better if I started with an explanation first. You see last weekend I left Spike alone with Rarity, and the two of them finally…” Twilight’s hand made a small circle in the air as she rotated her wrist trying to put it delicately.

Pinkie was quick to jump in though, “Started going out, yeah, Rainbow told me all about how she saw the two of them heading out on a date.”

“Right, but it’s more than that, they slept together.”

Her eyes seemed to bulge a little as she took in the information, “Woah, Rarity actually slept with him? Wow, she must be really serious about this… T-That’s great. Great! I’m so happy for them. I should throw them a party and go plan it alone in my room, like right now.”

For most it would be nearly impossible to see with that big smile on her face, but Twilight was one of Pinkie’s best friends. She had known her for years and been through some of the craziest adventures with her. She was one of the few ponies in the world that could notice when that large smile dipped, even slightly, and it had just done exactly that. The happiest pony she knew was in pain. “There’s more. When I caught them in the act, I… joined them. Now we’ve started a herd of our own.”

“That’s-that’s-”

Before letting Pinkie finish, Twilight placed a hand on her shoulder. “There’s still more. You see, Dragons hoard lovers like the greatest of treasures. A dragon protects its treasure no matter the cost. Their love is unconditional, but their lust is powerful… and consuming if unchecked. In order to sate his lust and give all the love that great, big heart of his can, Spike has to find more mates.

I know in the past you’ve never really been able to find someone you’ve clicked with-”

“That’s not true,” Pinkie’s voice was barely a whisper, but it picked up in volume as she continued on, “I click with Spike, Twilight. Most guys can’t keep up with my antics, and Spike does a good job but even he can’t, but instead of being scared away by that he collapses on the floor and just laughs with me. I eat a cake in one bite and others look at me like I’m some oddity. It’s not meant to be mean but it doesn’t make me feel too good like I don’t really belong, you know? But Spike, he just sticks out that long tongue of his and swallows another cake whole with me. Can you imagine how that thing must feel in bed?”

“I don’t have to, I’ve lived it. Trust me, better than you can possibly imagine.” Twilight smirked a little before offering her friend a soft smile. “I’ve noticed how much you’ve enjoyed hanging out with Spike, and I was hoping you’d be interested in joining our little herd.”

Pink arms wrapped around their owner, holding herself tight. “I-I don’t know, Twilight. I know herds are only slightly uncommon, but my father only ever loved my mother and the Cakes are two of the happiest ponies I know. Monogamous relationships are the only ones I’ve really been near. I totally believe that ponies can be happy with whatever choice they make, but I’m not sure how comfortable I’d be in a polygamous relationship.”

Twilight’s mind broke a little, hearing Pinkie use such a large vocabulary and sound reasoning.

“I’m not saying I’d be against the idea, but I’d really need some time to think about it. Besides,” her hands began rubbing her shoulders, “how interested can Spike be in me if he didn’t even come himself? It was nice of you to do all of this, but… if he was interested, why isn’t he here himself?”

Without hesitation or thought Twilight pulled Pinkie into a hug and held her close. “Pinkie, it’s not like that. Spike had to talk with Rainbow Dash today, and Rarity and he made plans to meet up with Fluttershy before any of this herd stuff started. I told Spike I’d come talk with you because it was important you were brought into the loop as soon as possible. Spike wanted to be here, but I didn’t want you to be the last to know. I care too much about you to let you be the last to find out and feel left out, we both do.”

Pinkie wiped the beginning of tears from her eyes, “Really?”

“I promise.”

“So he really wanted to come see me himself? He cared? Like, ‘really,’ really cared?”

“He cares, present tense, Pinkie.”

Getting up, Pinkie dusted herself off, cleaning the dirt from her knees. “Thanks for telling me, Twilight, but I really need to think about all of this. Maybe even get a few other opinions.” She gave Twilight one last hug. “Later, Twilight.”

“Later, Pinkie.” As soon as the other mare made it out the door, Twilight collapsed back into the chair exhausted, physically and emotionally.

Across town in Carousel Boutique Spike was being dressed up, dressed down, spun this way and that, prodded, primed, and any number of other things as Rarity enjoyed playing around with his attire like some life-sized doll. Rarity did enjoy her work.

It was more like a passion really, and at moments like this it was easy to see why. Her hand danced across his body checking the seams, the way the fabric hugged his firm muscles, and she even checked the inseam of his pants, for good measure of course.

Rarity bit down softly on her lower lip; all the years she had made clothes for him, somehow she’d overlooked just how much he’d grown. She wasn’t blind; she’d noticed the muscles, even enjoyed a guilty stare or two when they were at the beach or doing his measurements. Somehow though, perhaps simply denial, she had allowed herself to forget how much she enjoyed the view. It had been so complicated back then. Now, everything felt so natural; so abundantly clear and straightforward. It was like she had always been moving towards him, towards them. Celestia, she sounded like one of her cheesy romance novels, another of her guilty pleasures.

Spike, on his end, had basically come through the door, been stripped rather roughly by a completely serious fashionista, thrown into a shower without any sort of kinky fun after getting a small lecture while being pushed through the building in his underwear about the importance of good hygiene, given less than a second to dry off, and finally being taken to Rarity’s room in a clean pair of underwear - he had no idea where Rarity had gotten it from - to be shoved in front of her full-body mirror and having clothes tossed at him from the bed where Rarity had laid out a number of different outfits for him. It was a whirlwind of craziness and activity, but he had to admit that he enjoyed the attention. Rarity had been his focus for so long that seeing her return his affection was incredibly fulfilling.

Looking in the mirror, Spike couldn’t help but smirk at how good he looked. He had always enjoyed looking his best, and while the whole ordeal seemed a bit much just to meet and talk with Fluttershy, but the black dinner jacket, red bowtie, and black dress pants did look good. “Rarity, this looks great, I mean, I’m looking good, real good, but isn’t this all a bit much?”

Slowly walking around him Rarity admired her handiwork and the drake before her. “Hmm, you might be right. I mean you do look fantastic, but perhaps something more casual.”

This time Rarity handed Spike a parchment-colored tee-shirt, one of a number she had made for him, and a pair of black jeans. He looked just like he had the night he arrived at her home last weekend, yet more confident with his back straight, his shoulders back, and a glint in his eyes, yet she could see the fear and worry there as well. His hands seemed to naturally move into his pockets, and when they were not hidden away, they were rubbing at the back of his neck. His recent successes with Twilight and herself had been a big boost to his self-confidence, but the whole, ‘build a hoard or potentially destroy Ponyville,’ part afterwards was worrying him into an early grave. Seeing his distress, no matter how he tried to hide it, she did the only thing she could think of.

Spike jumped ever so slightly as a pair of soft white arms wrapped around his torso, their owner pressing herself against his back warmly, resting her head on the nape of his neck and between his shoulderblades. The initial surprise over, he allowed himself to enjoy the comforting embrace. “Thanks, Rarity. I needed this.”

“I know, Dear, I know.”

It was a stolen moment from eternity, though it lasted only a few minutes. Everything since the moment they woke up just felt so rushed! With the subject matter at hand, one badly turned phrase, or an unmeant insult could mean everything. Friendships that took years to build were at risk of being torn apart in an instant. The simple hug gave them a chance to pause and remember what it was all for; why the risk was worth it. The two finished getting ready in silence, a warmth shared between them that made words unnecessary.

The walk to Fluttershy’s was a nice and peaceful one. Upon walking out the door, Rarity had quickly latched onto Spike’s arm, her long red dress, stylish but not overly dressy, folding where they connected, her head laying gently on his shoulder. It was something Spike had always dreamed of, and living it seemed all too good.

Rarity was in an equally dreamlike state, nestled up against her love. The further from town they got, the more the sounds of nature took over. Birds sang, the water from the brook babbled by, frogs croaked, and crickets chirped, all coming together into a beautiful harmonic chorus conducted for them by nature itself. It was simply, fabulously romantic.

Like all moments though, it came to an end as they crossed the bridge leading to the door of Fluttershy’s cabin. The particular thing that ruined it though, was not nearing their destination, but the sight of a very familiar and rather crude gryphon from years back flying off towards town from the shy mare’s abode. The two looked at each other, confusion writen all over their faces. Spike was the first to ask the question they were both wondering, “Was that Gilda?”

“Y-Yes, I think so. Should we be worried about Fluttershy?”

His shoulders shrugged, the gryphon’s previous history in the small town had been less than pleasant. It involved anything from messing with random ponies, stealing, almost getting into it with Dash and Pinkie, and even screaming at poor Fluttershy. “I know she wasn’t the nicest guest Ponyville’s had, and she’s far from the worst, but she’s never actually hurt anyone, at least not physically. It’s been a few years… I think Shy’s probably okay, but let’s go find out.”

Rarity patted down her dress while Spike played with the opening of his favorite black jacket, the one with green flames along the bottom that appeared to be moving upward. As soon as the two were done with their hasty preparations Spike rapped gently on the door.

After a few seconds of absolute silence, Spike tried again, harder this time. “Fluttershy, it’s Spike and Rarity, you home? We were supposed to come over, remember?”

There was a sudden shuffling and before too long the doorway opened into complete darkness. Spike looked at Rarity, unsure of what to do, but she simply confidently walked in, Spike close behind.

“Fluttershy, won’t you be a dear and turn the lights on? I’d really prefer not to have a talk in the dark, darling.”

Soon light flooded the room allowing them to notice one very unique and very strange thing one would never expect to see at Fluttershy’s home: No animals. The furry critters and creatures that made up her life’s greatest joy and true purpose were nowhere to be seen. Fluttershy herself was also missing it appeared, until the door ever so quietly shutting behind them alerted the young couple to her presence. “Um, hi,” the meek voice of the yellow pegasus carried across the silent room easily enough, accompanied by the tiniest of waves.

Most of her face was again hidden behind her long pink mane except for just enough of the left side to be able to see with one eye. Her cheek had a glaringly obvious red hue to it as she stared at the two of them, and her large, beautiful wings seemed to be having a hard time staying down. She wore a green sweatshirt that did a horrible job of hiding her impressive breasts and a pink, ruffled skirt. Although she had no shoes on, a pair of knee-high socks that matched her shirt covered part of her legs. As far as they could tell, Gilda had caused her no distress of any sort, just her usual shyness.

“Uh, hey, Fluttershy,” Spike greeted, raising his hand awkwardly.

Rarity not-so-discreetly elbowed him in the side. “Hello, Fluttershy, darling. Thank you inviting us into your home. It’s so much… quieter than usual.”

Fluttershy could not seem to keep her eyes on either of them. “I-I-I sent everyone out for the night.”

“I see.” The notion of Fluttershy sending her animals away was a very strange one, but considering what she might be expecting out of this night, a sound one. “Well, would you mind terribly if we took a seat?”

Hands waving in front of her and head shaking, Fluttershy answered, “No-no, of course not, go right ahead. I’ll go get the tea.” She was out of the room like a flash, leaving Spike and Rarity alone. The two made their way to the couch and waited for their hostess to return.

With a shaky silver tray in her trembling hand, Fluttershy returned, placing it down and pouring each of them a cup of tea from a white kettle before taking her own seat in a chair across from Spike and Rarity. She was feeling very self-conscious as she looked at the two, not really lovey-dovey but obviously very happy. Maybe inviting them over was a bad idea, especially with the strange feeling of, dare she even think it, jealousy.

Spike was wringing his hands and looking over Fluttershy for anything they may have missed, much to the mare’s discomfort. After realizing how it must’ve looked with what they were here to discuss, Spike finally spoke up, “So, we saw Gilda on our way here. Is everything… alright?”

She lit up momentarily, readily explaining, “Oh, um, yes. She was actually here to apologize. Scared me terribly when she showed up at the door, but she just stood on the other side practically begging for me to forgive her for what she’d done. It felt really genuine so I let her in, we had a little talk, and off she went on her way with an accepted apology.”

Sensing a bit of gossip and still very concerned about the gryphon’s presence after all these years, Rarity pushed on, “A little talk? Why, whatever of?”

“I’m not really sure it’s my place to say, but she’s in town trying to make amends for how she acted and the things she did. She said she’s hoping to make up with Rainbow Dash after all this time.” Fluttershy’s smile wavered. “She seemed so lonely.”

A few seconds of silence allowed Spike and Rarity to take in the information and accept that Gilda’s appearance was of no real concern or threat, thankfully. It didn’t take long for any of the rooms’ inhabitants to realize that with that bit of information out of the way, their main reason for being brought together that night remained.

After taking a sip of her tea, Rarity watched and spotted the obvious of signs of her friend getting ready to bolt out of a potentially new and strange situation. Her fingers were tapping her legs as if playing a piano, her breathing was increasing ever so slightly, and her one visible cerulean eye was getting bigger as if faced with something she could not stop. Rarity did what any good friend would do. Instead of letting her run from her curiosity, she helped her onto the path, “So, Fluttershy, you had some questions for Spike and I? Where would you like to start?”

Placing his own cup down and a little surprised by Rarity’s forwardness after all these years, Spike offered the pegasus a soothing smile. The effects of their combined efforts were apparent as Fluttershy’s shoulders slumped.

“Does it hurt?”

The question hung in the air for a sec. Rarity wanted to word the answer carefully, but she was here to be honest and Fluttershy deserved just that. “The first time, for a little while it does hurt; however, after that it feels simply marvelous. The pleasure easily outweighs the pain, darling. After the first time, it can still be a little surprising when he enters, but it’s not really painful. You simply have to be sure you’re properly lubricated, as it were.” She had managed to say the whole thing perfectly, but her face had turned fairly red.

A moment passed as Fluttershy processed the tiny bit of information. “Is-is it really that good?”

Spike and Rarity looked at each other, a big grin overtaking Spike’s face and a knowing smile on Rarity’s as they answered together. “Yes!”

Feeling the need to go further in-depth from the female perspective, Rarity continued, “It’s hard to truly describe, but you feel so completely full, so warm, it’s like being whole in a way you never imagined possible, only to have it taken away for a moment before being filled with that elation again. And as you reach that pinnacle of pleasure, just wow, there's simply nothing one can do on their own that compares to the joy given by intimate touch of another.” She laid a hand on Spike. “I have found a very good lover, in and out of the bedroom.” Her lips brushed lightly upon his, the earthy taste of his breath and scales intoxicating her.

She didn’t know if it was possible, but to Fluttershy it felt like her face was becoming even redder as heat filled her cheeks and her lower body. It sounded better than nice, but seeing two beings so in love share even the tiniest intimacy in front of her - though she had seen something far more intimate between them - made her wish for someone who cared so completely for her. Rarity was right; she had found a truly amazing mate. Fluttershy had always admired Spike, she had seen him follow Twilight into the worst of things out of sheer loyalty and love, chase down Diamond Dogs three times his size or more to save Rarity, and show courage and strength she often wished she possessed. And he was so nice to her, even if he had a tendency to be too honest from time to time, but he didn’t really mean anything by it.

She wasn’t surprised Rarity had won his heart, she was such a beautiful mare, and so confident in everything she did, something Fluttershy could never see herself doing. She was a scared little filly, and Rarity was a mare among mares, there would never have been a competition even if she had tried to win Spike’s heart. Still, she was not mad or jealous; she was genuinely happy for her two friends, but not so much for her cowardly self.

In all the years Rarity had known her, she could always tell when Fluttershy was being hard on herself. Her wings drooping the tiniest bit from their previously semi-aroused state was an easy enough tell, but her fake smile and slightly downcast eyes trying their hardest to look happy were far more subtle. “You know, dear, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about as well.”

“Um, okay?”

Rarity took Spike’s hand in her own. It felt like such a crazy thought, but she knew they had to try. “We’ve actually decided- no decided is not really the word. You see Fluttershy, Spike is a dragon, well obviously he’s a dragon.” Spike placed his hand on Rarity’s shoulder, and she was happy for the support. It was strange for her to feel any sort of nervousness. Such a thing was completely unacceptable for the, one, Rarity! She pushed on more boldly. “Fluttershy, darling, the thing is, Spike is starting a hoard, something similar in dragon culture to a herd in ours.. We’ve already added Twilight to our little group, and we’re going to be seeking more mares, ideally the rest of our friends.”

For a moment it felt like Fluttershy was flying, a chance to not only be with Spike, but with Rarity and the rest of the girls too. Then gravity took place in her heart and brought her crashing down, ‘What if she was not good enough? What if by the, ‘rest of our friends,’ Rarity meant everyone but her?’ There was so much fear and concern drowning out the sliver of hope she had just received.

Spike had been quiet for most of the conversation, but he knew he had to say something. “Fluttershy, I’ve always admired how you give your all for your friends, even when you’re terrified and scared, you find the courage to help them. You care so much for every living thing, not just other ponies, but every creature in this world. I can’t even pretend to know what having that kind of compassion is like, but I know I wish the rest of us had more of it. You’re a beautiful mare, Shy, with an even more beautiful heart. I- No, we, we were hoping that you would think about joining our hoard. And if you’re not interested, we’re not going to blame you or anything like that, we’ll still be thrilled just to be your best friends.”

It was hard for Fluttershy in some aspect to believe how much her friends cared and thought of her. She was just a shy little mare when Twilight and Spike had come to town, but she had grown so much since then. The thought of being in a real relationship, and a rather serious-sounding one at that scared her, but more than that it made her feel warm inside, truly and utterly loved. If she was going to be a mare deserving of their love then she had to know that they were willing to accept hers. “I’m thrilled, but I’m not like normal mares. I saw you two… doing that, while Rarity was acting like your maid. You see,” she could feel her thighs getting wet, “I’ve always had a similar fantasy, but not quite the same. I-I always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s… pet.” She looked at them, searching their eyes for disgust or disapproval, but while she found surprise, she also found a willingness to understand. “If you two would be willing to come over here every week and spend a day as my Masters until I say, I would happily join your hoard. Although there is another… condition.”

Spike’s dominant side was screaming, ‘yes’, but his mind was still that of the dragon raised alongside the meticulous and always in need of more information, Twilight Sparkle. “Like what?”

“As my Masters I will do everything and anything you say, like a good little pet, but you can’t fu-fu-fu-rut me. When I’m assured, when I’m ready, I’ll tell you, but not until.”

“Seems-”

“Don’t answer!” Fluttershy shot up her stairs, returning a moment later, placing a small well cared for red box on the table. Her hands found the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, the fabric rubbed against her breasts and clung to her nipples before finally being released and sending the large yellow mounds back down, bouncing slightly as her shirt slipped over her head and onto the couch. Before she lost her sudden bout of courage, she grasped the rim of her skirt and yanked it down, quickly stepping out of it and throwing it on her couch with the shirt. She stood there stark naked in front of them, her gigantic breasts and pert nipples exposed, her wetness completely displayed for them, and her arms held to her side by all of her will. She could feel her wings standing at full attention and wondered if it was possible to have a full-body blush. If it was she had no doubt that she bore one now, but if they were to be her Masters than her body was theirs to do as they saw fit with, well mostly. She slowly reached for the box and presented it to Spike and Rarity, who were quite shocked by the abrupt exhibitionist on display that had somehow replaced their shy friend and love interest.

They quickly stood up, each placing a hand on the box and looking up at Fluttershy. She gave a small nod, and together they opened it. Inside was a simple, pink collar with one word spelled out in yellow letters: Fluttershy.

“If you two accept me as your pet, collar me, and know that I will wear it always as a sign of my submission to you.” She could hardly believe she had managed to get the words out. Her heart was beating so wildly she swore she could hear it.

Spike and Rarity grabbed separate sides of the collar.

After placing the box back down, Fluttershy held her long, flowing mane up. Purple scaled and white furred arms moved past the sides of her neck bringing with them the feel of cloth, and her heart skipped a beat as she heard the click. She, Fluttershy, was now the proud pet of two loving Masters: Spike and Rarity.

Quickly she got down on all fours and rubbed her head and neck affectionately against the legs of her new Masters. It was strange, humiliating, and embarrassing but felt oddly right and very exciting. Like something out of her wildest fantasies, but she knew it was real.

While Fluttershy was showing her affection, Rarity looked to Spike hoping he would have some idea what to do next, but he stood there dumbfounded, as uncertain of what was supposed to come next as she was. This was not exactly what either of them had expected from this night. “So, Fluttershy, what should we be doing right now?”

Big light blue eyes looked up at them. “Well, what do you normally do with your pets?”

“Feed them, clean them, pet them, play with them, snuggle with them, love them, other normal pet things.”

“Well, all of those sound pretty great to me. You and Rarity have pretty good imaginations from what I’ve seen, I’m sure you can come up with some great ideas.”

As Spike tried to do just that, his hand instinctively moved down, his claws reaching behind Fluttershy’s ear and scratching it softly. The moan that resonated through the room was so sudden and so unexpected he nearly jumped.

Pure bliss flowed through Fluttershy as Spike’s scratching intensified. The bundles of nerves behind her ears were in heaven and, before she knew it, the ones around the base of her wings joined them. Rarity had quickly followed Spike’s lead, running her well-manicured fingers roughly through the fur and feathers on her back. Fluttershy’s knees felt weak, she whimpered happily, and finally she just lost control altogether, tumbling the short trip to the floor in pleasure, her ass hanging high in the air and her tail, swishing back and forth.

A signature smirk on his face, Spike looked over to Rarity. “Well, I think she enjoyed that.”

Seeing her friend’s big, drunken smile just under all that hair, “I have to agree.”

Placing his hand on Fluttershy’s stomach, Spike rubbed it gently back and forth. “Well, have you had something to eat yet? Do we need to feed our little Fluttershy?”

“N-no,” her voice squeaked as she felt his strong hand on her belly, “I ate before you two came over.”

A mischievous thought entered Rarity’s mind as she reached out and squeezed Fluttershy’s soft ass. “Well then, I guess we should play with her.”

“Now that sounds like an idea. So tell us, Fluttershy, do you have any special toys you like to play with?”

Once again the heat rose through Fluttershy’s body, knowing exactly what he meant. Her eyes grew big like a deer caught in a headlight, her palms felt a bit clammy, and her whole body shook slightly, but she managed to slowly nod her head. “Y-y-yes.”

Raising his hand up, he gave her unoccupied ass cheek a playful smack. “Well, go fetch then.”

Squeaking in surprise and joy at the unexpected contact, Fluttershy attempted to spring up the stairs on all fours; however, her lack of actual practice in this form caused her to stumble around awkwardly before she realized she would have to go slowly. She was about a third of the way up the stairs when she heard Rarity call from below. “Tail raised up, darling, like the good, pretty girl you are.”

Embarrassment coursed through her body as she hiked her tail up as high as she could, causing it to arc in the air, but creating enough distance between herself and it to leave her completely exposed as she continued on her way up. She knew that she was even more on display than before, her pink, soaked slit and puckered star easily visible to her Masters below, and it was only getting her more and more excited.

While Fluttershy was gone and knowing they only had a few minutes, Spike swiftly targeted the elephant in the room. “I have no idea what to do,” he whispered with concern. “I mean, she’s going to come back with Celestia-knows-what and we just what, tell her she’s a good girl and then start teasing her and shoving things in?”

“Spike, darling, calm down.” Rarity wrapped an arm around him, pressing her breasts against his side in the most delightful way. “I’ll admit I was not expecting anything, especially not this fast, but perhaps Fluttershy just has to charge forward so she doesn’t lose her nerve. I, for one, know you’re a great Master and an excellent role-player. I must admit I’m actually looking forward to seeing what it’s like on this end. I’m a bit nervous myself, especially of scaring her off, but I’ve been in her place. I know what it means to take a big risk to show someone just how much you love them and see if they feel the same. Let me ask you, Spikey, does her interest in Pet Play bother you?”

“Not really, I mean, she does look pretty cute in that collar. It feels like Friday and Saturday did with you… I just don’t want to mess this up. She means a lot to me, as a friend and more.”

As she retreated back to her own spot, her fingers traced their way delicately down from his shoulder to his knee, where it remained. “Then do what feels natural, what feels right, because when you do… Well let’s just say no mare ever feels as cared for or as trusted as when you allow them to appreciate all of who you are.”

“Thanks, Rares.” He smiled softly at her.

Within seconds the sound of the stairs creaking could be heard, as Fluttershy returned standing straight up, carrying a large chest. She placed it in front of Spike and Rarity who appeared quite surprised by the impressive container, it was like something one would expect a pirate to keep their treasure in, and seeing the usually meek Fluttershy carry the massive thing came as quite the shock. Returning to all fours she was quick to explain, “Sorry, I had to walk down the stairs; I couldn’t carry it on my back and go down… Am I a bad pet?”

A firm claw moved towards Fluttershy’s face, reached under her chin and gave her a nice reassuring rub while his thumb massaged her face. “Nope, you’re a very good girl.”

Fluttershy purred at the show of affection, the strong hand of the drake her heart had yearned for felt amazing through her fur. She could see herself getting used to this type of affection, it was so loving, strong, and attentive.

Both of their attentions were broken when they heard a loud screech as Rarity opened the chest, “Oh my.” Spike’s curiosity was piqued as Fluttershy turned absolutely crimson, seeing her hidden trove perused.

Rarity stared down at the largest selection outside of an adult toy store of nipple clamps, vibrators, rotors, handcuffs, paddles, cute, tailed butt plugs, and other things of that variety she had ever seen. Some of it was tiny like her own remote control vibrator and some of it she thought would break any normal mare. It was an impressive selection and as she shuffled through it Spike came and looked over her shoulder, Fluttershy following him and sitting on the floor next to them. “Where did you get all of this?”

“I… um, picked a lot of them up during our trips around Equestria, mostly Canterlot, Manehattan, and the Crystal Empire, but I even found some in Appleloosa, Cloudsdale, and other places we visited; places we’re a little less recognized. I also wore a cloak to hide myself.”

“I’m amazed you found the courage to walk into such an establishment let alone buy some-...thing?” She had only moved aside some of it when the head of ‘something’ caught her immediate attention.

The instinct to scramble under the couch and hide forever overtook Fluttershy as Rarity pulled out one of the more unique pieces of her collection. Of course her entire body didn’t fit, leaving her bare ass high in the air as her head and chest disappeared under the sofa.

In Rarity’s hand was a vibrator unlike any she had ever seen, however it was very, very familiar to her. The duel-phallus purple toy connected at the base and was incredibly accurately detailed. “Where did you find a dragon vibrator? I mean, Spike’s the only dragon living among ponies to my knowledge how would they even… get the information to make this?”

Looking away from the toy, Rarity noticed Fluttershy in her much too small hiding place and saw that Spike was petting her side and belly as best he could in the awkward position she had put herself in, giving encouraging words and telling her it was okay as he tried to coax her out. It was rather sweet watching that big dragon of hers be so gentle with Fluttershy, and after a minute or two, he succeeded in bringing the embarrassed mare back out.

Thanks to Spike’s gentle ministrations and soft words, Fluttershy had returned to her spot on the floor, but she was still trying to hide behind her own wings, peeking her eyes just over the top to answer, “I… um, picked it up from a store in Canterlot run by a nice Zebra.” She felt the heat between her thighs intensify. “It’s one of the ones I never used. A lot of them I’ve never used just the smaller stuff; I was worried about hurting myself or breaking my hymen.”

Placing the toy on the table, Rarity licked her lips and stared at her new, cute little pet and her drake, specifically his pants. “You know, she has been such a good girl, I think she deserves a treat.” Rarity’s hand traced Fluttershy’s mane. “You would like that wouldn’t you girl?” It was clear Fluttershy was doing her best to impersonate a happy puppy as she yipped excitedly; Rarity had to admit she was surprisingly good at it, considering how embarrassed she must have been. “Well,” she pointed to Spike’s pants, “go get your bone! But no biting, alright?”

Fluttershy nodded her head and sprang towards Spike’s pants. She was quick to try to get them off, but her nerves kept getting the better of her as she fumbled around. She started pawing at the pants adorably, making sure not to use her fingers, as her tail wagged back and forth excitedly, but when that failed a bout of bravery got her to bite down gently on the edge of the pants and sharply pull back, popping the snap-button. Driven on by her success and the thrill it had given her, she took the zipper in her mouth and drove her head down, removing the last barrier between her and getting those pants down so she could receive her prize. It took a little more effort than she expected to nuzzle the jeans down his waist, and Spike standing up, before getting her teeth on his boxers and yanking them down. She wasn’t sure where the burst of courage had come from, but she was positive that she wanted to see the real thing. There it was in front of her in all it’s glory, as Spike rettok his seat.

Luckily for Fluttershy, Spike had been more than a little aroused by everything that had happened, and her adorable display with his pants certainly had not helped, that his virility had shifted out from behind his scales, standing directly at attention for her. She would have died admitting it, but she had spent more than a few nights practicing her technique on the toys in her chest, and the dragon one had been something of a favorite. The real thing was more intimidating and it seemed larger than hers, but focusing all her will she came forward, licking from the base of the bottom shaft to the top before sucking lightly on the head of the higher one.

Pleasure coursed through Spike’s spine, causing him to place his hand down on the couch to stabilize himself as his legs buckled a bit. It was obvious that all of the unintended teasing of a naked Fluttershy had him more than ready to be touched with those soft, cute lips. Within seconds her delicate hands came up to his lower virility and began lightly touching, feeling, and jerking at it. Her mouth was warm, and everything about her touch was so gentle and loving, he was in heaven thanks to the shy mare’s affection. As good as it was though, he saw something that made him smile even bigger through his half-lidded eyes: Rarity slipping out of her dress and revealing her wonderful white fur and teal nipples and marehood to the air and to him. The sight caused him to twitch excitedly in Fluttershy’s mouth, earning a surprised but hungry moan from the mare.

As Rarity exposed herself it became clear to her that she was far wetter than she had thought. There was something tantalizing about seeing Fluttershy’s lips and hands around her dragon. Most likely something to do with the beautiful, yellow butt swinging back and forth in the air in front of her. She reached inside the chest and picked up a black, padded paddle. “You have been a good girl, Fluttershy, but you have also been a very naughty mare, buying and playing with a toy while thinking about Spike in secret. It’s time for you to receive a little,” she raised the paddle up about halfway, “punishment.” It came down with a loud slap that was more for effect than actual force. Rarity was sure there was a sharp pain, but she had come down with rather moderate force as not to start her friend off too hard. Spike had slipped out of her mouth as she squeaked, and Rarity was quick to deliver another blow. “I don’t remember telling you to spit out your treat.”

Fluttershy was quick to return to her task, enjoying the strange taste of Spike on her tongue and in her mouth. It was neither delicious nor decadent by any means, yet it turned her on in a way no toy ever had. The spanking had been harder than she had ever done when experimenting on herself, but the quick, light pain enhanced her libido even further as it came down three more times on her right cheek.

Spike watched as Rarity brought the paddle across the other side of Fluttershy’s cute ass. Each hit caused Fluttershy to squeak, or moan, or some strange combination of the two sometimes around him and it felt amazing against his now-warm and moist spires. When he heard the tenth crack he thought for sure that Rarity had finished.

Admiring her work, Rarity took Fluttershy’s tail in her hand and gently moved it out of the way noticing how her cheeks were beginning to tint the cutest shade of red and that her nice, pink lips were glistening in the light with far more excitement than when she had started her punishment. A thought raced through her mind as she stared at how much her new pet had enjoyed the disciplinary action. She worried it might be going too far, yet her curiosity and dominance drove her to try something she had never experienced before. Once more the paddle rose, but this time the blow landed between her ass, right on her marehood and, thanks to Rarity’s expert aim, her clit.

A jolt of mild pain but incredible pleasure coursed through her, starting in her clit, rushing into her stomach, and finally racing into her heart, causing her head to swarm in pleasure. Fluttershy’s eyes were full of shock as she jumped forward, practically impaling herself on Spike as she squeaked in what both of her friends felt was probably the cutest and most pleasured squeak forced out around a penis ever.

Spike was in heaven, but he knew his time was fleeting, and Rarity seemed to sense the same as she grabbed Fluttershy’s collar and gently pulled her off, earning a small whimper from Fluttershy and a disappointed groan from Spike. Rarity strolled meticulously around Fluttershy until she was in between Spike and Fluttershy. “Now, now, Darling, you’ve been a good girl and you’ll have your treat,” with little warning she impaled herself onto Spike, more than ready for his twin totems, and moaned delightfully, enjoying a mini-orgasm as she was filled, “but I get it first.”

After a moment to adjust she began slowly moving up and down him, her eyes on Fluttershy below as she made sure the other mare was watching very closely where her and her love met. She could feel herself being stretched in both ends as she came down, her body being wracked by pleasure. It was obvious to her that even though delayed by removing Fluttershy from him, the dragon was still barely holding on, and she began pumping against him faster and faster, adding little hips grinds here and there to drive them both a bit wild. “Don’t just wa-atch, Fluttershy, be a good g-girl and lick your loving Masters-s,” her horn lighting up, unnoticed by the hypnotized mare below.

Fluttershy hesitated for but a second before accepting her task, her soft tongue sliding out of her mouth and lapping at the draconian virility and azure marehood, soaked in their combined juices and her saliva creating a very unique and interesting flavor that Fluttershy couldn’t get enough of. Her eyes lit up as something vibrating pressed against her own lower lips, but not entering, the magic holding it in place, tickling and playing with her sensitive flower. The gift drove her need to please them even further as she pressed her tongue harder against them, lapping at Rarity’s clit when she could and giving as much of Spike as possible a sloppy lick, her body and mind moving ever closer to the inevitable.

It was strange for him; Spike was usually so dominant that having the girls do all the work and treat him just seemed odd, although in his lust-addled state it was hard to argue against anything, especially, ‘sex good’. And it was good; the sensations racing up and down his spine like electricity were almost maddening. Still, years of friendship lessons and saving the world had taught him many things, but one came up continuously: always repay your friends’ kindness. He was staring over Rarity’s shoulder at Fluttershy, his eyes barely making out the glow of Rarity’s magic over her bouncing breasts and his ears hardly picking up the buzz through the moans. So using all of the will he could muster he grasped onto Rarity’s soft, white mounds, giving them a rough massage and paying special attention to her hard teal nipples as his tail snaked its way under Fluttershy before emerging and playfully teasing, rolling and toying with her wet clit. The encouraged moans he received were the final wave crashing down on the last of his resistance. Spike bucked up, meeting Rarity halfway as he released all his pent up energy into her with a loud roar.

Fluttershy’s attention to Rarity’s clit and marehood seemed to enhance the sensitivity she felt as she bounced on top of Spike. Even though she had received the least amount of attention initially, she had been absolutely soaked from watching Fluttershy enjoy Spike and from delivering her little punishment to the cute, yellow rear of her friend. Drilling Spike into both ends of her had quickly caught her up and his scaly hands on her breasts had been just the wonderful boost she needed to even out with them. As his abnormally hot draconian seed poured into her marehood and ass, her mind was lost to the pleasure as her own orgasm rocked her body, joining Spike’s own in pouring out of her as she moaned at the ceiling.

Fluttershy really should have been able to see that she was going to get soaked and splattered with the orgasms of her new masters, but she was preoccupied shoving her face further into the gap between them thanks to her own electric orgasm. Her clit and marehood were on fire from the vibrations, the magic, and the strong, spaded tail. The passion consumed her body, pushing her to new heights she’d never managed to achieve before on her own. Her mouth was wide open, screaming in joy, as her body froze from the imminent release, perfect for catching Rarity and Spike’s cum as it poured out of Rarity’s well-pleasured marehood.

As Fluttershy came down from her high, the first of the three to do so, she swallowed the juices that had filled her mouth with a large gulp, savoring the odd combination. She had never known such complete pleasure and she was quick to begin cleaning off what was now coating Spike and Rarity’s lower bodies with her tongue as thankful appreciation. She had fantasized so many times about what it must be like to know the complete and absolute adoration of a pet, the truest form of love she knew, but this was far better, something much more than that, but just as genuine. Every part of her body seemed to agree, from the pleasured afterglow winding it's way from the tips of her wings to the bottom of her toes, the euphoric state of her mind, and the loving warmth in her heart, it was worth the risk.

Spike and Rarity came down shortly after. Fluttershy, although a bit wobbly herself, helped Rarity off of Spike’s lap, receiving a surprise kiss from the other mare whose tongue rushed in to play with her own and steal a tiny bit of what little was left in her mouth. Rarity had never seen such a happy, loving smile on her friend’s face, and she adored it. Fluttershy was always naturally beautiful, but now she was something that could only be described as divine with those ruffled feathers, messy mane, sticky face and that amazing smile. In short, a newfound love for her longtime best friend was embedding itself deep into her heart.

Managing to get his arms around the two mares on his own unsteady legs, Spike embraced them in a hug, holding them close to his heart. He looked down at the two of them, so beautiful and special in their own ways. These were his mares, and he their drake, if they would have him, and he felt a gratitude to the universe for allowing his life to lead him to this moment. His only regret was that Twilight wasn’t there to join them.

The three made their way to Fluttershy’s shower together, using one another as support. They slid into the large tub, its impressive size necessary for cleaning the many different types of animals she cared for. They began washing the mess out of one another. Rarity focused on getting Spike and hers combined mess out of Fluttershy’s long, beautiful mane, as Spike used his claws to thoroughly rub shampoo into Rarity and Fluttershy’s coats. Returning the kindness, Fluttershy began washing Spike’s scales using her favorite pink luffa. The intimate moment felt right, complimenting their evening of fun perfectly. Along with all the actual cleaning there was some playful petting, wandering hands, and a few quick kisses. However, as fun as those devilish fingers were, they all agreed that a good night’s rest would have to come first.

They quickly toweled off, before collapsing naked on Fluttershy’s bed and slipping under the covers. The three held each other tight, although Rarity kept using her magic to adjust the sheets until they were ‘perfect’. Spike’s heart felt content laying in the embrace of the two wonderful mares, Rarity was realizing her joy in getting to play a dominate role was from caring for and meeting the needs and interests of someone she loved, and Fluttershy, she was enjoying a peace unlike any she had ever known as she cuddled into Spike and Rarity feeling safe, loved, and happy. Around Fluttershy’s neck was the pink collar that had remained in place since it had been put on, and it would stay there as long as she continued to feel the joy and giddiness being with them brought her.