“Come on, Celestia! Couldn’t you give me another five minutes?” The complaint fell on deaf ears as the dragon attempted to use his pillow to block out the sun. Suddenly, consciousness bucked him in the head like a certain farm mare he knew. His eyes sprang open as he remembered that this bed, the one he had fallen asleep in, wasn’t his own- nor had he been alone. The pillow flew across the room as Spike tried to make certain the two mares, his best and oldest friend turned lover and the sugar-filled ball of joy that made every day and now every night better, weren’t disturbed. His effort was in vain however, as neither appeared to be with him anymore. It occurred to him that this might be an excellent excuse to resume his nap, but his missing mares were far more important than a few minutes of sleep. So, begrudgingly, he threw off the blanket and started his search.

Having discovered neither Twilight nor Pinkie in the upstairs bedroom or the bathroom, he headed down stairs. His first stop was the kitchen. It was his hope that, even if they weren’t there, he could grab a quick snack for breakfast. The first thing Spike noticed was that he had once again struck out, but the second thing was a note on the pantry his gems were kept in. He walked over, grabbed a gem from inside, and plucked the note off the door to read.

Dear Spike,

Me and Twilight have something we need to do. Now what we need from you, our handsome not-so-little-anymore dragon, is to go to Carousel Boutique at exactly Four o’clock. Pinkie Promise me, Spike. I’ll know if you don’t.

Love,

Pinkie and Twilight

The notion seemed ridiculous to most, but Spike had known Pinkie long enough to know that no matter how much it defied logic, she would know. And so, he quickly ran through the motions.

He glanced at the clock above the fridge, and was surprised to find it was already noon. The last week, especially the long nights, seemed to be exhausting him. It made sense with all the activity; who would have thought sex would be such a workout? And those mares, they were practically insatiable. His mares... Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, and, even, Twilight, now. There was no chance that it just happened that all six would suddenly admit they were in love with him and let him sleep with them. No, not even in his wildest dreams, and that’s how he knew it was real. One of them set it all in motion. And no one knew them like he did, so it was with absolutely certainty that his mind and heart agreed when the most generous of them, the one who had touched his soul and saved him from himself, the first of his six loves, came to mind. “Rarity, you never were one to be straightforward when it came to me.”

His spikes hit the wall as he slid down it onto the floor. So many years… so many amazing years with them. They had taught him so much, showed him friendship and love he thought he would never know. And once again, they took the heart that threatened to tear itself apart in heartache and rage for his inability to choose one of them and they made it calm. Each one of them meant so much to him.

Rarity. How he had been so infatuated with her beauty when he first saw her. However, that once-shallow obsession bloomed into devoted love as he saw the mare under the looks. She was even more beautiful, more selfless, more passionate, more caring, and more willing to give anything she could to make someone’s life better. Helping her make her dreams come to fruition was one of his greatest achievements, and one he never really stopped achieving. All though, she had a tendency to be eccentric, dramatic, lose herself in her work, and completely overreact, and, in his eyes, these so-called “imperfections” made her even better. She had the opportunity to leave her friends and live in Canterlot, but, even if it might be harder, she wanted to fulfill her dreams with her friends beside her. It was funny- they had broken down one another’s armor, made from the world’s expectation of the pretty mare unable to handle herself and the dangerous monster bound to destroy, leaving them bare and true to each other. He wanted to show her the same generosity that she displayed. To be the one who gave of himself to her and never wanted anything in return. She made him a better dragon just by being in his life. So in the end, she still gave him more than he could ever give her.

Then, there was Twilight. She was his oldest friend. Hell, she had helped raise him, even given him life from that small egg. The long hours researching as her assistant, they were hard, but seeing that look on her face and watching her jump around like a filly when her hard work paid off was always worth it. He had seen her at her best and at her worst, but he always stood by her side. Only once had he ever truly felt like he failed her, at the wedding, and it was something he had lived with ever since. The greater lesson may have been trusting in your friends and their instincts, a mistake he had no intent of making again. In truth, Spike was more social than Twilight had ever been; however, it was Twilight who showed him what true friendship was. All that time alone together made falling for the adorkable egghead less shocking in hindsight. She had bestowed upon him so much knowledge and care, making his life magical.

A small yellow bird flew past the window singing sweetly, drawing his attention. So much kindness and understanding- Fluttershy was almost too nice for her own good. He always felt the need to protect her, but, at the same time, he knew she did not truly need it. Inside, she had the heart of a lioness. For all her adorableness, timidness, and willingness to put others ahead of herself, even going so far as being a doormat, when her friends were in danger, when she was really needed, the lioness roared like no other. She may have been shy and afraid, but she would always stand up for what was right. And that smile, it could melt even Discord’s heart… and had. It made him chuckle, of all the ponies that first day, she was the only one who had taken a true interest in him, and not Twilight. It was her example that made raising Peewee possible, the kindness she embodied and spilled over into him. The time she spent helping to raise the once baby phoenix had allowed him to see the nurturing Pegasus in her element. She was so gentle and gave it her all for the little guy’s sake.

As if sensing Spike’s thoughts, Peewee landed on his shoulder after an impressive aerial dive and corkscrew. The phoenix was the same size as Philomena now, and even more boastful. “Seems someone has been flying with Rainbow Dash again.” Spike ran his finger up and down under his young charge’s beak.

Even Spike had to admit, Rainbow Dash was not a mare he would have ever even considered in his youth. Things change though, and, when she joined Rarity and Twilight in following him on the Great Dragon Migration... well, it kindled the flames of his affection. After her display of loyalty in siding with him against the dragons, the two started hanging out more. He came to envy her courage, her ability, and even her confidence, smug or not. It pushed him to do more, to be better. It was his suspicion that the very thing that made her awesome scared away other romantic interests. They may have felt inadequate next to her, but Spike, he knew that being herself simply challenged him to improve. She had even taken him under her wing when he had grown his. But it wasn’t just Dash’s athletic determination, no, he knew the brain behind the brawn. One of the six outside her family who she had told of the book she wrote. Her love of adventure and the written word fueled her passion, and sales were good. Still, the one thing no one would ever suspect from the tomboy Pegasus, even she loved dressing up and feeling beautiful every once in a while. It was one of the reasons she often helped Rarity in her shop as a model, aside from her devotion to a friend in need. And it was the very quality she represented that Spike was unsure of in himself.

He had always been loyal to the crown, to Equestria, to his friends, but now that things had advanced beyond friendship… it was so hard to be sure. It was if his own indecision had driven a stake directly into his chest. Could he truly love all of them the way he did and claim to be loyal to any of them. The only thing he was sure of was that his honesty in the end, however late, had been the right thing to do.

And this brought him to the next of his loves, Applejack. Another one that would never have really crossed his mind, he had spent more time with Rainbow Dash. But, after his growth spurt, Big Mac had seen fit to hire him and his new found muscles at Sweet Apple Acres. According to Mac, he had doubled the farm’s productivity. In part, because it seemed Applejack took to his intrusion as a challenge. A day or two a week working the fields alone with her, while Apple Bloom and Big Mac handled the other side, had sown the seeds for their personal friendship to bloom. It had started out awkward, the two rarely talking to each other, and leave it to Applejack to point out the problem one day. Of course, once the subject of their failure to communicate was breached, the dam burst, and they were talking like the old friends they always should have been, had either taken the time. As they worked together more and more, Spike found himself stealing glances at the sweaty mare, the muscles in her legs rippling. It was oddly alluring, and it must have been mutual, considering he had noticed her attention shifting in his direction every now and then as well. Even if they never breached the subject of them, it was good honest hard work, and they were honest with one another, their dreams, their fears, everything.

Then, there was one left- a hyper, sugar-filled one that could make even the worst day seem a little bit better. Spike had to wonder just how many smiles Pinkie Pie had created over the years, millions probably. Her strange reality bending powers only seemed to help the mare in achieving her goal of bringing happiness to everyone she met. She and Spike palled around a lot, even when he was still a whelp. Both were party animals, and both loved a good prank. Of course, it had taken a very short amount of time for them to team up and use their abilities for good… or evil, depending on perspective. Throw in the fact she made sweets better than almost anypony, and it only made sense the two would spend days that they both had off messing around and goofing off. On the occasion, Rainbow Dash would join them. Those were crazy times, but strangely, relaxing. Spike remembered once, when he been depressed at the realization that he would outlive all of his friends by millennia, that Pinkie had appeared out of nowhere and made him laugh. That was when Spike first realized that just being around Pinkie made him happy… and that what he felt for her had advanced beyond friendship. Ironic, really, as it would only make it harder when he was inevitably… No, it was best not to think of that future, when he had so much here and now to live for.

It did leave a simple question, though. How was Spike going to handle… whatever this was about? Most of the time one of them could push his normal limitations, knowledge, and energy, but all six, well, it was daunting. Could he keep all six of them happy, content? They each had so many unique goals, dreams, and personalities. It was those same attributes that had made him fall for them in the first place. Would it really be so much different from now? He already spent most of his time with them. Spike’s dream was to find where he belonged, to find out who he was, and here with them he had his answer. Maybe… maybe he was getting ahead of himself. This whole thing could have been some sort of final step, and now they would want him to pick just one. But, that did not really seem right. Somehow, he just knew that whatever was happening was about him and all six of them; not him choosing one of the six of them.

Deep down, he wondered if his interest in having all six was somehow draconic in nature. Some form of lust-based greed, perhaps. Maybe it was common for dragons of both genders to have multiple, if not many, mates, but that did not seem as personal as what he had. After all, if that was true it was reasonable that mating was not so much romantic as feral. He had heard the teenagers during the migration, and their interests were similar to most stallions’. Garble had sworn Spike to secrecy before revealing his crush to Spike. Even though they had their… falling out, Spike still honored his pledge. It actually made him feel a little better- seeing another crestfallen dragon, and one that was raised in dragon culture, at that. But therein lay his problem, he knew so little about his own kind except what he had learned in that one day, most of which was spent proving himself, and from Celestia. How would the other ponies react to not only an interspecies couple but a… what was the word… harem... herd, at that?

Ah, to hell with it. All this worrying was not getting him anywhere. Here he was, with the opportunity most stallions only dreamed of, and all he could do was come up with a bunch of negative crap. No more- it was time to dragon up and show his mares just how much he loved them! It did not matter what anyone else thought, not even the princesses... although, he had a suspicion that Celestia, having raised Spike, being Twilight’s teacher, having an above average relationship with the other girls, and the fact they saved Equestria and the world a number of times, including saving Luna from herself, would not have much objection. In fact, a mother, even if Spike did not really see Celestia that way, was normally proud when her son brought home one fantastic catch; he had six amazing mares. He could not wait to see the look on her face.

Using the counter as a support, he stood up. It might not be easy, but it would be worth it. Made sense really, when was anything so good ever simple? But he was ready, no more time for self-doubt or concern. Yep- that definitely sounded cheesy and cliché. Still, he felt it was genuine, and it only bolstered his resolve.

Glancing at the clock, the surprise and realization of how long he had been sitting on the floor thinking hit him. He still had an hour before he had to go meet what he assumed was all of the girls. Shrugging, he headed for the stairs; he seemed to remember some sheets and blankets from last night that needed a good washing.

Spike finished just in time to casually stroll to Carousel Boutique after guzzling down a pitcher of water. He had a sense of pride, after seeing just how messy those sheets were. Part of him thought it might have been best just to burn them, another part of him wanted to keep them as some sort of keepsake or trophy, but he decided to just wash them as he had planned. It seemed rather likely he would need them again soon, and the cocky smile on his face told the world he was ready.

The door loomed before him. On one hand, paradise was behind it, and in the other, new found responsibility awaited him on the other side. With confidence, he knocked. He heard what sounded like a hoof hitting a face, a few giggles, and an, “Oh come on!”

The angelic voice that could only be Rarity’s responded, “Spike, darling, we gave you an exact time. There was no need to knock, just come in.”

Taking the invitation, he let himself in. Spike felt his jaw practically unhinge as it fell gaping towards the floor. In front of him stood the six mares he had expected, but with something extra that screamed, Rarity. All six were in dresses that accented their unique beauty very sexily.

Fluttershy’s was an almost see-through green gown, her yellow fur visible under the dress. While ponies did not usually wear clothes, this was as close to naked as they could be while wearing them. It contrasted Fluttershy’s modest nature, causing her face to turn dark red and making it hard for her to keep eye contact without turning away.

Rainbow Dash was wearing a dress with an open back, allowing her wings freedom. It ended in a very short skirt, making her confident, ‘I got it going on,’ smirk very agreeable.

Next to her, Pinkie Pie was loosely wearing a blue shirt with a pink wrapped piece of candy on it that ended before her stomach. It reminded Spike of some of the younger mares he had seen at D.J. PON3’s last party. He suspected if she got into one of her jumping fits it would fly right off. The final piece that no Pinkie Pie outfit could be complete without, a big grin decorated her face.

Here, Spike recognized Applejack’s duds; the chaps that accented those strong sensual legs and hips and her signature Stetson. Her favorite lasso was wrapped lightly around her neck, making Spike think she might have plans for it later. The mischievous glint in her eye when she winked at him reaffirmed that belief.

Then there was Twilight, her dress was a midnight blue that looked like something from the Grand Galloping Gala, but with less design additions, like stars, distracting from her natural adorkableness. It had a particular fake beard and bell-lined outfit beat by light-years, although it did have a certain charm to it. She had a calm, soothing smile, that was playing opposite of the fact she was having just as hard a time as Fluttershy looking at him.

Last, but for the love of Celestia not least, Rarity was posing with her bottom lip stuck out and her big blue eyes staring at Spike. Her dress was a snug, long, red, ruby encrusted dress that looked like it was made to be worn on Canterlot’s fanciest ballroom floors. It was unique, chic, and magnifique, and she looked absolutely beautiful and smoking hot in it. The Pièce de résistance, the Fire Ruby pendent he had given her on his birthday years ago. In other words, six total knock outs that were so far out of his league that he was pretty certain they were in a league of their own.

His jaw finally worked again as his mouth closed, ending his gawking… mostly. “Beautiful.” There was a sweet mixture of light laughter from their side, and something intoxicating in the air. “So, not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the…,” at a loss for words, he simply gestured to all of them.

Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and, a tad more surprisingly, Twilight deadpanned, “Rarity.” Pinkie giggled lightly at them.

Stepping forward slightly, Rarity cleared her throat, drawing his attention. “I felt that an advantage might be necessary. You see, Spike, over here,” she used her front hoof to make a sweeping motion over the six of them, “you have option number one, and, over there, “this time she pointed directly at Spike, “you have option number two. The truth is, the six of us would very much like to create a life with you, and we would all be thrilled to do it together, all seven of us as one happy herd, if you will.”

Fluttershy walked up next to Rarity and continued, “But right now, you’re still a free dragon. Spike, we… we... we love you, and we don’t want to force you into this. Relationships are hard work when it’s only between two partners, but this will be so much harder. Each of us have our own lives and dreams, and we need the support, help, and love of the partner we choose in those lives and dreams. You won’t have the freedom that comes with being single anymore. So we want you to know what you’re getting into before you jump head first into things... if that’s okay with you, that is.”

This time, Rainbow Dash joined the other two. “We’re awesome! But so are you, Spike. The fear of commitment- of possibly settling down- I get it. However, the worst fear- of losing us if you decided to choose differently- that one’s not real. We are your friends, and, while it will hurt us, we will respect and support your choice. Don’t ever think we won’t be your friends, even if you were to only choose one or maybe two of us to spend your life with. Our decision, is to respect whatever decision you make.”

Applejack trotted over enthusiastically. “The truth is, we love ya. I know I don’t speak fer myself alone when I say, I’m plum crazy for ya. Still, this is a big decision. Think about it, helping Twi with her studies, working the farm with me, going to fashion shows and other fancy stuff with Rarity, helping Dash practice fer the Wonderbolts, dealing with Fluttershy’s critters all the time, and doing whatever it is Pinkie does. That’s an awful lot of responsibility, and they’ll be even more if we have,” her face flushed as she turned away and quietly said, “little uns.”

From out of nowhere, Pinkie appeared with her hooves wrapped around the other girls. “You all are such downers. Spike, think about it, sex with six mares,” she grabbed his face, “FOREVER!” Moving back to her spot, she continued, “Think about how fun it’ll be. Maybe a bit exhausting too, but fun, Spike, fun. And, to top it off, they’ll be so much love and care, that we’ll never be lonely. I’ll even get to throw five different bachelorette parties and bridal showers at one time! I’m so excited! Woooooooooh!” She threw herself backwards where the others barely caught her. Amazingly, with all of her bouncing around, Pinkie’s shirt never flew off.

Completing the set, Twilight stood beside her friends once again. “We’ve spent the day thinking things through.” A quill and a checklist levitated over to her. “We realized that because of our own responsibilities simply moving in together would be impossible; however, I remembered a spell that allowed you to enchant two items to have a connection to one another. When you touch one and will it, you’re teleported to the other. It takes a lot of magic and skill, but I believe with all of my recent studies and training, I can do it. We can make one to Sweet Apple Acres, Golden Oaks Library, Sugarcube Corner, Fluttershy’s cottage, and Carousel Boutique. I offered to make one for Rainbow Dash, but she insists on flying because it’s, ‘good practice.’ This led us to the matter of our home… we would need a completely new one, as none of us live anywhere that can accommodate six ponies and a dragon, let alone any future additions. It’ll take some compromise from all of us, but I have faith we can manage. Also, it has to be near the Everfree Forest so Fluttershy’s animal friends can contact her in an emergency; she was quite adamant about that. Finally, I recognized the need for a schedule.” She struck a heroic pose, one hoof on her chest.

Spike was trying desperately not to laugh. So very, very desperately. “A schedule for what?”

“Well… sex. It would be a bit much to expect you to handle all of us at once every night. Plus, we decided that some one on one time would be really romantic and nice. Then, you have the classic three-ways that started it all, a night here and there for you to rest and replenish some fluids (I suggest you start drinking more by the way) and, finally, at everyone else’s request, a month every four where there’s no schedule to allow for random romance. The whole idea, though, is that this way you can spend equal time with all of us, helping to stop any petty jealousy before it begins. I even managed to plan the next three months!”

Rolling his eyes, he smiled at the simple normalcy of Twilight and her list and schedule obsession; although, he had to admit: it was a good idea, especially that bit about drinking more fluids. Rarity looked like she was about to add on, but, in this one particular case, Spike was going to do the rude thing and cut her off. “So, you’ve all clearly thought this through, and, I must say, I’m impressed. But… given the choice over and over again, I’d say that you girls are always worth the trouble. And trust me, over the years, we’ve seen, caused, and fixed a lot of trouble. You six have given me the most amazing life, one I couldn’t even begin to imagine without you. You’ve taught me so much and showed me love that no other dragon has probably ever known. Even now, you six make my wildest dreams fall very short. Even though it’ll be hard, being with you six will makes it easy. Every trial, every tribulation, is completely and utterly worth it to be with all of you. So, the no-rambling version: I would love to go out with all of you, and I would be the luckiest… well, anything, to have such a wonderful future. And it seems to me, that you all came to the same answer.”

Before anyone else could respond, Pinkie shot straight up as her party cannon, appearing from out of thin air, launched a spray of confetti upwards. She threw her shirt off and screamed, “Woo-hoo! Let’s get this party started!”

Shaking her head, but a small smile betraying any true annoyance, Rarity caught the flying shirt in her magic. “I suppose I should have seen that coming. Well, I have to agree. We all got associated with one another’s bodies by watching the videos I recorded through our necklaces.” Her hoof gently touched the now-enchanted, Fire Ruby pendant. “And let’s just say, we’re already a fair bit… excited.”

He hadn’t said anything, but since he walked in the aroma had been tantalizing him. However, he swore he heard her just say-

Rainbow Dash sprinted up to Spike. “Naturally, I was awesome. Honestly, I’m jealous of you, getting to do all of that to me;” her eyes half-lidded as she stared into his, only millimeters away, “although, you were pretty incredibly amazing yourself.”

Hiding behind Rarity’s vanity couch, Fluttershy peaked out, her face red from the knowledge everyone had seen her like that. “It was… nice.”

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash was dragged backwards by a purple aura around her tail. She was too surprised to really fight it. Finding herself next to Twilight, she prepared for a lecture.

“Rainbow Dash! Stop trying to seduce Spike by yourself.” Mischievously, she spanked the Pegasus’s rear, hard, putting a shocked, embarrassed, and now even more turned on look on Rainbow Dash’s face. “We have to do it together, as a team!”

“Fine.”

This time all six mares turned their bedroom eyes on the defenseless drake. Spike was rather grateful he was not in public right now as he felt two somethings slide out from underneath his waist scales by themselves. Of course, the awkwardness he felt only increased as the six pairs of eyes from before shifted down to take a long, lustful look. “Well, it’s definitely not a gem in my pocket.”

Whistling, Applejack chuckled lightly. “I reckon not. I think it might be a good time to head up to Rarity’s bedroom, seems a smidge more appropriate.”

“Agreed, darling, can’t go making that sort of mess in my showroom here… not without me closing the shop for a few days at least.”

“Before we do... could you leave the outfits down here? They’re beautiful and all… it’s just...” his eye shifted awkwardly between them.

“Say no more, every fashionista worth her salt knows that there’s a time and a place for every outfit, and this isn’t one of them. Alright girls, back on the ponyquins with them.” They all began removing their clothes and placing them back on the stands. Rarity smiled warmly at him and stifled a small giggle. “Spike, I remember not letting you in once because we were changing. Funny how things change, hm?”

“That’s-”

“Enough talk, more action already! Last one up’s got to clean up afterwards!” Without any further warning, Rainbow Dash flew up the stairs leaving an after-image behind.

“That’s cheating! Get your hide back here, Dash!” Applejack stormed up the stairs, her competitive side kicking in.

Pinkie shot the remaining three a smile before bounding up the stairs after them, far faster than should have been physically possible.

“How uncouth!” She threw her mane back and humphed. “Of course, letting them win seems… unfavorable. Twilight, be a dear and teleport us up there.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Fine. Everypony... and dragon... grab on.” Once she felt the hooves of Rarity and Fluttershy on her side and Spike’s claw, she started the spell, her horn glowing.

As the aura enveloped their bodies, Spike removed his claw. “See you on the other side.” Before they had a chance to respond they were gone in a flash of light. “Maybe I should go drink another pitcher of water before I go up there,” he shrugged, “meh.”

He walked up the stairs slowly, enjoying the calm before the storm. He could hear the voices excitedly whispering and giggling behind the door to Rarity’s room, waiting for him. The final barrier before him was swept aside, and lying spread out on the bed staring at him lustfully with those six stunningly sexy set of eyes. It sent chills down his spine. They were ready and willing, but, since he did have to clean up afterwards, he might as well enjoy a little teasing first. “Alright, seems I lost.”

Rainbow Dash smirked at him, her tail swishing back and forth. “Yeah, you did, slowpoke.”

An orange hoof hit the cocky mare in the shoulder. “Now, Dash-”

“No, she’s right, but I think I deserve a little consolation prize.”

Twilight gave him a look, one eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”

“Eeyup. So, for my prize I’m gonna need you six to get up and stand in a line in front of me.”

Rarity got up, standing in front of him. “Well, if you’re cleaning up, I’ll play along, Spikey.”

The rest followed her example. It brought a smile to his face, a mischievous, evil smile. “Now, turn around, bend over, and get those pretty little tails. Nice and high.”

Doing as they were told, Rarity, Pinkie, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy presented themselves to Spike. Each one of their faces held a small blush, except for Fluttershy’s which was now dark crimson as she tried to use her hooves to hid her face.

Applejack was the last to complete Spike’s command. “Well ain’t we feeling bold today. This’d better be worth it.” With that, she joined the others, her tail reaching for the sky.

With nothing attempting to hide their want, the entire room smelled of aroused mares. A lot. He took a deep breath, wondering if Rarity would ever manage to get rid of the aroma that was literally dripping into the floor. “I’ll make sure it is, but I’m going to need all of you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I say, okay?”

“Oh, a surprise! Yay! I love surprises,” Pinkie replied, closing her eyes so hard it almost looked like it hurt, aside from the big smile.

The rest followed Pinkie’s example with some kind of confirmation or nod of their head. Spike walked down the line, dragging a single claw across each of their flanks. He loved the way they tensed up at the unexpected touch; he could practically see the electricity running up their spines. Taking his time, he took a short look at the bounty before him, each one was different and unique but beautiful. From his experiences, it was easy to tell what each of them had particularly enjoyed. And the perfect starter for the night’s event was right before him, with her wonderful purple presence.

It was strange, Twilight had experienced darkness before, but this was different. It was a matter of perspective really. At night, alone in bed, she was perfectly calm, because she knew there was nothing out there. No monster under her bed. No boogiestallion. It was just her.

That was not the case here and now. Something was right behind her, waiting to pounce at any moment. Her heart beat hastened as seconds felt like hours. “Ahhh.” He was there, using his claws to open her wide. Robbed of her vision, it was as if her sense of touch and her hearing had improved to compensate. The claws lightly digging into her delicate flower, revealing all its secrets; it was no wonder she could feel almost as much heat in her face as she did in her- “Ohhhhh, Spike!” It was almost completely without warning, aside from spreading her open, as his forked tongue quickly flicked against her outer walls. The anxiety was only proving to arouse her further. And the fact the other girls could hear her, icing on the cake.

She moaned into the floor as he kissed her, not on either set of lips, but on the sensitive little button. He was toying with her, and it both infuriated and mesmerized her at the same time. Any further thoughts were lost as he exhaled a hot breath directly into her. Her entire body would have collapsed as she screamed in orgasmic bliss had Spike not placed his mouth directly on her, drinking and sucking. The addition only increased the power as her body was racked with pleasure.

Had her eyes been open, she had no doubt they would have rolled backwards into her head. As Spike moved away, her legs, now turned to jelly, failed her as she met Rarity’s floor, most likely staining the carpet with the still flowing aftermath and drool.

A job well done, if Spike had ever seen one. Twilight would need some time to recover, but her panting was nothing compared to the faces and whines of the rest eagerly awaiting their turn. Listening to Twilight had really worked them up. And no one appreciated hard work more than the work horse he had his eyes set on now.

The sweat dripped off her body as she waited for her turn. Applejack’s patience was legendary, thanks to years of dealing with a certain rainbow maned mare’s shenanigans, but this... it was almost unbearable. That was when he struck, his finger gently tracing the edge of her tail-hole. Oh, Celestia, it still felt so dirty to gain pleasure from there, but it was so good.

She could feel one of his fingers prodding gently, the sharp claw drawing out her excitement further; however, he drew back before entering. Her entire body was shaking; she would teach him for teasing her like that- “Spike!” His tongue flicked lightly where seconds ago his finger had been, and it sent chills down her spine. Something told her he was enjoying it almost as she was. So little had been done, but she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

His hands gripped the sides of her flank, hard. She registered the moan when she heard it, but it felt almost alien. Further and further he pushed her cheeks apart, stretching and completely revealing what lay in-between. Was this what it felt like to be putty in somepony’s hooves- or, in this case, somedragon’s hands? Those sharp claws grabbed, rubbed, and kneaded her curves, careful not to break the skin but rough enough marks seemed guaranteed. The pain only managed to stimulate her more; she hated to admit it, but she liked having control taken away from her.

And then, a somewhat familiar and very hard part of her draconic love was teasing her tight, pony seal. Everything seemed to cloud over at once. Flank completely spread, she felt the tip slowly start to spread something else. All the toying with her had left her so incredibly sensitive; it was not really her fault that without him even getting the tip halfway in her body jolted with euphoria and rocketed mind blowing pleasure into her.

She thought she heard his name being screamed, might have realized that he pulled out right away, probably enjoying the show as her juices shot out, but it was all too much as she hit the floor, satisfied… for now.

Two down, four to go. Applejack looked like she had just finished one of the hardest apple bucking seasons ever- in other words, momentarily spent, but very, very happy. It certainly was not hurting his pride to see just how good he was doing. It was pretty easy to figure out who would be next, really it was not even his choice. If he let the vibrating mare go any longer she might explode, after all. And when it came to the sugar powered, reality bending, party pony, that seemed a lot more possible literally than figuratively.

First Twilight, and now Applejack! It was great that her friends were having a good time, fantastic in fact, but what did a pony have to do to get a little attention around here! Maybe she could use her tail to waif just how eager she was to Spike’s snout, or maybe if she shook her behind, wantingly. The wait was too much! She knew she had to share, but it just was not in her nature to be calm and patient. Asking her to sit still was like asking Dashie not to fly, A.J. not to buck apples, or Twilight not to read. So it was with much elation that she squealed when Spike’s tail started curling up her leg. It was scaly and snakelike, slowly making its way up to the source of her own heat. The first touch of the smooth spade against her made her tongue slide out of her mouth. By the time the first spike, hard but flexible, brushed her, she was panting like a dog. She needed this so badly- it was like her entire body was on fire from the excitement, the want. Spike had begun moving the top of one of his spikes up and down the furry entrance; it would not take long for it to be completely soaked with how she was right now. His spike moved away, and his finger slowly slid down her, becoming drenched. The spike returned to its task as the finger disappeared suddenly. The scent, her scent, seemed so much stronger, and it only took a second for her to realize that he had climber over her and placed his claw in front of her nose. She knew what they both wanted, and she opened her mouth wide. Her reward was inserted into her mouth, she sucked on it like a child with a lollipop. Such a sugary, sweet, almost salty taste, she was delicious. It was strange, knowing exactly where the liquid she was enjoying off Spike’s finger had come from, but it only managed to excite her further as she increased her sucking. That is when Spike decided to finish her, the tip of his tail, still wet, pressed gently against her other end. The combined stimulation from have all three parts of her teased at once was too much. The darkness seemed to fill with a bright flashing light as her orgasm shot out of her. Every part of her body had twitched at once; oh, it was certainly a doozy, an unimaginable, tail soaking, doozy. She fell over and rolled onto her back, trying to catch her breath with a huge smile on her face.

As his tail untwined from her, he couldn’t help but notice how much he wanted to give her a belly rub. He gave his finger a lick. Pinkie might need to lay off the sugar; she kind of tasted like the crystalized sweetness she was so fond of. Then again, anything that made sense in the normal rules of existence did not really affect Pinkie. Someone was starting to feel the strain of waiting. In fact, if the speedster was biting her lip any harder to try and stop from demanding attention she would have drawn blood.

Okay, Spike was seriously starting to push his luck now. Making her endure listening to the other three was torture. Where was the attention she craved? It just did not scream, Rainbow and Dash, to be leaning against the floor with her awesomely athletically-toned flank stuck in the air, waiting for some relief from Spike.

Part of her screamed to open her eyes and jump him then and there, but another part was enjoying the buildup. Both parts agreed he had better hurry up or else. That is when she purred from the sudden intrusion of a warm breath on her wings. She had been so caught up in her own sexual irritation that she had failed to notice the dragon moving in beside her. His fangs had stated nibbling softly up and down her wing, almost like preening. But his mouth was nothing compared to the fingers that began working her wingbow. They were joined on the other side by their brothers as he started pressing into the flesh. It was better than any of the trips to the spa Rarity had forced on her. It was not that she did not enjoy the pampering, but she had a image to uphold...

And for the love of Celestia, why was she thinking about that now? Spike had worked his way down to the tips of her wings, and, like magic, his touch disappeared. In its wake was a very unhappy and very close to the edge Rainbow Dash. So, when Spike’s finger reemerged lower down on her body, she practically squealed in excitement. His claws danced all around the two sweet spots, but always seemed to move away as soon as they came close.

Just as she was about to thrust herself backwards in an attempt to trick his fingers into her, he flicked her clit. It was rough, strange, unconventional, and drove her absolutely mad. She could only explain the feeling as the kind of rush she felt free falling thousands of feet to open her wings at the last moment, but completely different! She grabbed the floor and tried to moan into it, but it was not enough to completely muffle her scream. Spike, Spike was a cheater! The greatest, most amazing cheater ever!

One time, the two of them had flown nonstop for a whole day, Spike had actually wondered if he was going to die, but even then Rainbow Dash had not even remotely collapsed this quickly. What really brought a smile to his face was that he had managed the whole thing in ten seconds flat. Okay, maybe more like three or four minutes and ten seconds, but still, she was Equestria’s fastest flier, some leniency could be given. Moving on, there was a certain lady who needed his assistance, and a knight never keeps a lady waiting… too long.

So far, four of her five friends had been… taken care of, leaving just her and Fluttershy left. Rarity bit her lip, both because she knew it would not be long now and because she knew Spike loved that. It occurred to her that it was not exactly generous of her to be trying to steal Spike away for herself, even momentarily, but a lady had to indulge herself sometimes.

Maybe this was some kind of revenge for all the years she had let him chase after her without returning his feelings openly. Surely Spike understood that she had to wait for him to age, and then, when he had been old enough, the rest of the girls had fallen for him, creating a whole new list of problems. Smack! Celestia, that sweet pain in her flank!

“You know, Rarity, over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the little idiosyncrasies of yours. There’s nothing to feel guilty about; in fact, I should be thanking you, we all should be, for putting this together. And it seems to me, the best way to reward you will be to punish you.”

She nodded her head weakly as she felt the sting of his claws on her rear. How could something that hurt feel so good? Each slap shook through her body as the pain shot up her spine and pleasure descended upon her. His hand embedded itself in her again and again; she could feel every millimeter of it. Even with her eyes closed, the image of his hand was flawless, indented in her sore posterior, in her mind at least. Drool dripped down her mouth, and, even though it was uncouth, Rarity could not bring herself to care. His warm breath coated her now throbbing- Oh!

A gentle kiss pressed against her; she was still so tender that even the soft act still caused mild discomfort. He completed his gesture by doing the other cheek, with similar results. His presence loomed over her as she heard him whisper, “I think you’ll enjoy this,” and he was gone.

It did not last though, something hard, long, and quite… pleasurable, slid between her legs, pressing against her clit and moving between her teats. It was wet, and it was not from her alone. He started rocking back and forth, pressing his hands into her once pristine white rump. Each thrust brought his hips slapping against her, pushed and pulled the sensitive little button so masterfully, slid through her mounds, and brought the most fabulous scream of pure elation from her.

However, what finally threw her over the edge was when his hands moved unexpectedly down to her nipples, and, timed perfect with one hard and rough thrust, pinched and twisted them mercilessly. The sound that came out was something between a whimper and a scream, a very, very happy scream.

The pain multiplied the pleasure immeasurably. Everything seemed clearer and more vibrant with her eyes closed, forced to focus only on what she could feel and hear. It was so intense, but, somehow, she managed to stay on her feet.

“Thank you, Master.”

He ran his claw down her cheek lovingly, to which, she gladly pressed into it. “You’re welcome, beautiful.” Master… that would require some thought later. Rarity deserved some praise; neither Rainbow Dash nor Applejack had managed to stay up after their turns. She always had been rather driven and quite stubborn when she wanted to be. While she might not have had Twilight’s brilliance or list making skills, her passion was unmatched. He would get to that later, for now, there was a shy yellow Pegasus he had kept waiting far too long to appease.

Fluttershy’s heart felt like it was going to give out, beating faster than she had ever remembered. Every time one of her friends moaned, squeaked, or… it only seemed to get her more excited. It was so embarrassing, getting even more turned on by her friend’s delight. Part of her special talent was that she as a good listener and her imagination pieced together the rest. In her mind she could see every touch, lick, spank, and orgasm. It got to the point where she had put herself in every one of her friend’s places.

Spike had been rather resourceful with his choices, and, in her own way, she had experienced them all. She could practically taste herself, feel the sting of his claw on her rear, that strong flexible, tail curling around her leg, those wonderful fingers on her wings, being completely revealed , and his big, thick… members, teasing her.

Oh my, it was just wonderful, but, at the same time, too much. When had she become such a dirty, naughty mare? The mere thought of sex used to terrify her, not even a week ago, and, now, she found herself absolutely enthralled by the prospect. He was behind her now, using his firebreath, but to what ends she did not know.

Then, came the sound of air being swept aside, as if trying to cool something down. One hand began caressing her flank, paying special attention to her Cutie Mark. He gave her a good squeeze, digging his fingers into her so wonderfully. Then, something hot, not so much that it hurt but still very warm, trailed up her marehood and momentarily glanced below her tail. It was strangely, arousing, a direct contrast to the cold air that had been blowing against her exposure. A tail usually served as a natural shield against the elements, but the lack of having it down left her at their mercy.

The moment of anatomical purpose fled her mind as Spike continued warming her up. Heat had built up fine on its own with all of the stimulation, but the fire-blasted claw was utterly different, alien. Her fantasies tried to grasp what having it inside of her like that might feel, even how where inside of her would effect it, but she needed to experience it. Fluttershy was much cleverer than she was given credit for, and she knew Spike’s weakness.

“Spike, p-p-please stick your, your finger inside my… ass. I need it… if that’s okay with you.” In a room full of her best friends in the world she had just pleaded, nay, begged to have her ass penetrated by him. The shame mixed with the excitement into pure, adulterated arousal. It seeped from her. Spike answered her by shoving the tip of his claw into her. The heat from his claw mixed with her bodies and the fire in heart, resonating perfectly.

She came, screaming louder than any of the others, crying his name into the night so that any and all who might hear her knew exactly who had delivered such an orgasm to the shyest, kindest, and, at least in their minds, most innocent of mares. It drove through her like rapids, each crash brining greater and greater pleasure. Her body shook violently as she fell hard to the floor, or would of, had Spike not been quick to grab her and lower her down gently.

Wow, he knew he was good, but not that good. His entire face was as red as Fluttershy’s after her exclamation to the world. Hopefully, Rarity or Twilight had thought to soundproof the room, or else the wonderful mare he had just lowered to the ground might be unable to walk the streets of Ponyville for a few weeks.

It was unlikely anyone would recognize the voice… probably... but that would not stop Fluttershy from thinking they would. And then of course, she would hide herself from the rest of civilization in shame. It seemed she would need a moment to recover as her chest rose and dived in long breaths.

Looking around, it appeared that the rest had already shaken off their own experiences enough to at least stand back up. He was quite impressed, they had all returned to the position he had requested. Hoping for a second round, probably, but Spike had exhausted his bag of tricks… for the moment.

In a few minutes, Fluttershy would be ready… maybe, and then, they could move on to the main event. Taking advantage of the waning moment, he took in the view one last time; everything about them was beautiful.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.” They stood up and smiled at him lovingly but wantingly; their tails stayed high and/or to the side for him as proof. Spike looked at the bed, at his six loves, and noticed there was plenty of space, but one question remained. “How are we gonna... um,” he motioned towards the bed, “I only have the two.”

Twilight gave him her best seductive stare; it was super effective. “We figured it out already, Spike. All you have to do is lay on your back on the bed, and we’ll show you what a little planning can do.”

Climbing onto the bed, Spike felt a little exposed. His mind momentarily imagined flying a flag with how at attention he was, funny. The girls had gotten into some kind of huddle and seemed to be whispering among themselves. He thought he heard something about Pinkie wanting the tail, and a general nod of approval occurred among all six before they began climbing onto the bed with him.

Twilight moved next to Spike’s head, Fluttershy fluttered gently over to his right hand and laid her head in his palm, Rainbow Dash threw herself towards his left, bouncing on the bed when she landed, Rarity took a seat on the right next to his waist, Applejack joined her on the left, both taking in the sight of the impressive draconic virility and drooling just a bit, and Pinkie had Spike’s tail in her hooves and began licking the spade playfully.

“Positions, girls, and, Spike, just go with it.”

Positioning herself just above Spike, Rarity prepared herself. “Alright darling, I hope you’re ready to show us just how good at multi-tasking you are.”

“Let’s see how you ride, and, don’t worry, I like a good hard bucking at any rodeo.” Applejack lubricated her side as she climbed up, placing herself so that he was aimed at her other entrance.

Rainbow Dash sat so Spike’s fingers could work their magic on her. “This is gonna be awesome.”

Moving in a similar fashion, Fluttershy smiled softly at Spike. “Yay! Don’t be too rough… at first… if that’s okay with you.”

“Tail up, silly, something needs to fill this Pie.” Once Spike had complied, Pinkie stood ready to plunge down.

Twilight was the last one to move, allowing Spike a chance to see the others. Once she was content he had, she lifted herself up, leaned back, and placed her marehood right in his face. “I think it’s time for your, oral, exam.“

Everything started at the same time, but for each a unique experience unfolded.

She could feel his breath on her, so warm. It was without doubt that she was dripping on to his face, and, most likely, he had his mouth open trying to catch as much as possible. Twilight could not prevent the blush that spread across her face, in the same way that she was powerless against Spike’s tongue that had started lapping at her. That wonderful fork made it tickle slightly as he partook in her taste. He was breathing heavily, most likely from the excellent job he was doing with the others, from the sounds of their moans.

It seemed unfair that only she had a view of his face, and, with the help of magic, she remedied the injustice by creating a projection for everyone and five separate ones for Spike. As Pinkie once said, you gotta share- ahhhh! As if rewarding her for her stroke of brilliance, Spike slid into her, sampling the inside of her walls.

Craning his neck slightly, he pushed his nose against her clit. It was like some sort of chain reaction in her body as the pleasure jumped through her. Drool formed on her lips as Spike showed how diligent he could be. He would slid in and out, swirl his tongue inside her, lick at her folds, and even kissed her on a very different than conventional pair of lips.

She once read a more… mature, book that had referred to their current intercourse as, eating a mare out, at the time it had seemed odd to describe it as such, but, now she understood, it was as if he was trying to dig out the sweet nectar inside of her as greedily as possible, swallowing it full heartedly. It drove her insane as her hooves began pulling at her mane. There just was not enough for the thirsty drake to be sated, but her body kept producing more and more in pure elation to try and appease his thirst.

When that was still not enough, he dived muzzle first into her open and very welcoming marehood. That long, glorious, reptilian tongue of his seemed to search out every one of her weak points in a mad dart through her, keeping pressure against them as it continued on its path, covering every millimeter. Twilight’s breath caught in her throat as she inhaled sharply and came out in one long moan. His descent slowed, as if aware that he was near the source. Two things registered in her mind: First, the sound of the rest of the girls screaming in some kind of chorus of unspeakable pleasure; the other, Spike’s tongue pressing against her womb, causing her voice to join in with theirs.

The synapses in her brain shoot of one after another in pure bliss. Her body convulsed, and it felt… wonderful. And Spike, well, she knew his parched state had been solved as she poured into his mouth. The love of her life refused to leave it at that as he sucked every ounce out of her, his tongue scraping roughly against the sides to get it all.

He swallowed, another unique and amazing feeling coursing through her, as much as he could, but it wasn’t enough, some still poured down his muzzle. Finally, he removed his mouth, and, before he could say or do anything, Twilight pressed her lips against his, taking in the taste of her and his saliva. She scooted under Spike’s head, letting him use her as a pillow.

Dash sat in anticipation, waiting to see just how skilled the dragon was with those fingers. Like a perfect flight formation, everyone was where they needed to be. Any moment now those strange wonderful appendages would be upon her, displaying the kind of skill she appreciated in any task. It started almost innocently, her flank feeling the pressure from the long digits, his claws digging in ever so slightly. Rainbow Dash considered herself a mare of speed, but she could certainly accept doing the groundwork first.

He seemed like he was working blind, and, considering Twilight position, he probably was. Still, rather by luck or strategy, he found her Cutie Mark and pressed into it. She had to suppress a chuckle between moans; it was like placing a target on the most sensitive part of every pony’s flank. It might have seemed a little cheaty, but she was perfectly fine with it. At that moment, a strange, large, purple, mirror-like surface materialized out of thin air, displaying Spike’s face. Instantaneously, his hand moved south and dipped into her ever so slight, as if he could now see her as well.

Magic was a wonderful thing- not as good as flight, but still, wonderful. Every finger was dragged across her wetness, gaining a gratuitous coating. Each brush was stronger than the last, building up her excitement and increasing her anxiety. She was positive that Spike could make any mare spill her deepest secrets with his technique; it bordered torture with how slow and careful it was.

That is when it happened, Spike traced the puckered sky below her tail. It was fast, almost reckless, like completing a race course as quickly as possible. His next move was pressing into her, his finger already completely lubricated. It stung, just a bit, but Rainbow Dash loved it. One of her favorite sayings was, no pain, no gain, and this pain was well worth the gain as far as she was concerned. In fact, it only made it better.

Dragon anatomy was awesome, and Spike was the most awesome of dragons, working that wonderful finger in and out of her ever so slightly. Romance was not her usual interest, but she loved Spike. And having Spike make love with her, it was considered among her greatest achievements.

All further background-thoughts of her accolades were lost as a second finger found its way inside of her. In and out, open and close, even the occasional twist, were part of his arsenal. He kept going deeper and deeper with every movement, driving her crazy. Her wings stood fully erect, her voice sounded wild, her whole body needed him, and it proved it by pushing against his fingers, driving them further still, and she loved it, loved him. He drove one of his free fingers into her dripping marehood, pushing her into orgasmic free-fall.

The world around her seemed to spin as she heard the rest of the girls join her. It was the same unbridled joy from doing one of her death defying tricks. Her heart pounded against her chest and nothing in the world existed but the seven of them. She completely soaked her legs and Spike’s arm. Then, she curled up against Rarity with Spike’s hand wrapped around her side, enjoying the warmth of their bodies.

It was like the calm before the storm, waiting for the lightning to strike. She was afraid of lighting and thunder, but she found herself eager for it to start. Fluttershy saw Twilight sit down on Spike’s face, and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. The first crash made her jump, even squeak a little, as his hand smacked her flank. Secretly, listening to Rarity get punished had been the most exciting part for her; she wondered what those strong, scaled hands felt like against her unprotected rear.

Now she knew, it was a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure, but it left her wanting more. The sting brought some kind of sweet bliss in its wake, and the sound was so… erotic. It was so wrong, and it only made her more excited. It crossed her mind that by the time he was done, her butt would match her face with its red tint.

What if the marks were still there tomorrow? She would have to walk around town with her flank on display for all. They would know what a naughty, dirty filly she was, and how she had been punished. Their eyes would be all over her body, some with disgust, others aroused. And if they asked, she would have to tell them how Spike, her boyfriend, had- Oh!, been so kind as to teach her bad flank the joys of being spanked for keeping secrets.

If he came along, maybe she would get caught, and he would punish her right there, in the streets, in front of everypony. Deep down, Fluttershy knew her fantasy was something she would probably never have the guts to fulfill, but it made every slap all the more pleasurable. In front of her his face was shown, and she sensed that he could see her.

Both sides of her flank had been shown fair and equal treatment, but, while it felt incredible, she needed something more. Leaning back, she brought her hooves to the source of the sticky wetness covering her tail, and she spread herself wide. Oh, how she hoped Spike would understand. Her wish was granted as his hand squeezed her ass one final time and moved to appreciate her.

Testing the waters, he poked at the opening, making her squirm and moan in response. If it was possible to be any more ready for him, well, she doubted it was. Starting his exploration with two fingers, she kept her outer walls pinned to the side, giving him full access. They were so dexterous, better than her hoof had ever been.

She could feel herself squeezing his fingers, as if trying to milk them. Electricity seemed to climb her spine as he toyed with her. Her release came as Spike hit one final spot, more sensitive than any other. The scream was so loud she almost drowned out the other girls combined. It was so embarrassing, putting herself on display and then squirting all over his fingers and Rarity’s bed sheets. The feeling was amazing, though, every part of her body seemed to experience it at once, but the epicenter came from her core.

Good seemed like such a bland way to explain the incredible feeling, but it was hard to think of anything else as it shook her. Spike would be given a view of it all, her red face, her tongue lolled out over her lips, a little drool escaping down it, those lust ridden eyes, and that pouring wet marehood of hers. It was too much to take; she curled up in a ball, her head resting against Applejack’s back and Spike’s hand gripping her to him, not on her waist, but on her sore, happy flank. She felt at one with them all.

This was going to be so much fun! She could not wait to get started. It was like some kind of super sexy party, and Pinkie was all about parties. All of her best friends were in attendance as well as the love of her sugar filled life. A cake would have been a good idea, something romantic but fun. Of course, there would be many opportunities in the future with how well the plan had come to fruition. Maybe, she could throw a party celebration their new relationship! A, ‘Spike, Pinkie, Rarity, Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash Are Now Completely Open About Their Love for One Another and Are Together’, Party! Admittedly, the name needed work. Enough regret and future plans though, it was time for Pinkie’s new favorite party game, stick the tail in the Pinkie Pie. Twilight clearly had Spike blinded, so she cheated a little and lined him up with the bullseye, grinding playfully to get him nice and lubricated. She watched as Rarity and Applejack started them off, and, almost instantaneously, Spike’s tail stiffened, sending it up through its target. The long, flat surface felt awkward inside of her, even a little painful at first, but it was overwhelmed quickly by something much stronger, and vastly better. Her body clenched down on the spade, it tickled inside of her, and she giggled a signature Pinkie Pie giggle, full of adorableness and sweetness. Once she adjusted fully, she began her own movements. It was like going up and down on a pogo stick, but with no air time. She loved how he went deeper into her with each bounce. The edge of one of his spikes began pressing against her folds. It was at that very moment that Spike’s image appeared before her, and ponies said she distorted reality. He looked like he was having a good time, a really great time; she could relate. Suddenly, his tail started moving on its own, matching her rhythm perfectly. Each time she was about half way down the spike on his tail would meet her halfway, kissing her lower lips. The sudden additional contact would drive her further into her lust laden state every time they met. She could hear the moans of her friends getting stronger, to her it was like cheers signifying that a party had been a major success, and she was joining in happily. A blush spread from cheek to cheek just like the open smile she wore. Like a fireworks display, beautiful and awe inspiring, it had to end, but it came with one mind numbingly good grand finale. For Pinkie, this was the moment where Spike’s first tail spike collided with its old friend, her marehood, and his second, soaked completely from how much she dripped down his tail, pushed into her party pooper. If she had not been screaming in pure ecstasy, and mild discomfort, she would have been laughing about her mental pun. But, as it just so happened, the waves spilling out of her had her attention quite a bit more. Her entire body convulsed as the orgasm worked its way magnificently out of her system. It was like cotton candy clouds, chocolate milk rain, a balloon animal zoo, and a party cannon barrage wrapped up into one moment and multiplied exponentially. Two doozies in one day, not bad, and Twilight would be so proud of her word usage. These were two of the final thoughts she had before falling backwards off Spike’s tail and landing on one of Rarity’s and one of Applejack’s back legs. Her last thought before she fell asleep though, was how happy she was with her new life and her new lovers, and how she would always keep them smiling when she could.

The sweat dripped down her like an old friend; she could feel it on her coat, smell it in the air, and even taste it’s saltiness on her tongue. Yeah, Spike had certainly gotten her riled up, and now, Applejack sat with his very impressive length pressed right up against her Apple bottom. It was wet, courtesy of one of her friends, and Rarity had always been the generous one, if she had to guess. The slick, slippery tip pressed into her ever so slightly every time her chest rose and fell; she wanted it so badly.

What mattered most was that her friends were ready first. Looking around, they all seemed to be where they needed to be on Spike. Rarity gave her a wink, their agreed signal. Together they took the plunge, and, like a starting flare, everyone was off… or, on, as the case may be. The first few inches were less than fun; her body stretched around the intruder to compensate for the girth.

Thankfully, once it had adjusted, the irritation subsided and the fun part began. In honesty, every new push deeper hurt, Rarity seemed to be doing much better having chosen the more common method, but Applejack liked it this way. The contrast of pleasure and pain reminded her of working the fields, her legs sore but the rewards of a hard day’s work making her want to keep going, the concept was similar, even if the feeling was rather different. Closer and closer she got to his hips, slow and steady.

Closing her eyes she went for the final push, and, to her surprise, she was met with a thrust from below, connecting them fully. As her eyes opened she saw Spike’s face; he seemed to be looking right at her, bringing a small blush to her face. Of all the girls, she and Rarity had been given the honor of getting to please their love, but it was a responsibility at the same time.

Using her hooves, she spread her flank apart with the intent of making it easier for her to move with him. She was arched back ever so slightly, not the most naturally comfortable position, revealing herself entirely. Rarity seemed to slow down beside her, trying to match her pace so Spike could do the same with both of them.

Applejack’s pride was hurt; she was no slouch. With that in mind, she sped up, not quite to Rarity’s original speed, but more than enough to make a happy medium with the fashionista. Spike’s efforts combined with hers and Rarity’s were driving her crazy. She was so close, and, judging by what felt like a twitch inside of her, Spike was barely holding back.

The rest of the girls were right with her, their grunts and moans joyously reaching her ears. The pull of magic encased her body, forcing her down and squeezing her teats and clit at the same time. The teal aura’s owner pressed into Spike with her.

In one breath they were all sounding off together. Spike had released into her, the fantastically thick and hot dragon cum pouring into her as she poured out. The feeling of being filled coursed through her combining with her own orgasmic bliss into one wondrous entity brining her untold pleasure.

Even with Spike stretching her to her limit, and her trying as hard as she could, his seed still found a way to spill out of her, warming the fur and skin it flowed over before continuing its way down her legs and onto his waist where it combined with her and Rarity’s release.

Her energy depleted, Applejack fell to Spike’s side and wrapped her hooves around her love. Fluttershy’s head rested on her back ever so slightly, while Pinkie’s landed on her back leg. She herself nuzzled up to Spike’s chest, meeting Rarity there. The farmers smiled and let sleep take her and her family, no longer honorary in title.

Rarity was looking very forward to what lay beneath her, but, more importantly, was what was around her, all of her friends and Spike. This was not the completion of her plan, no, they had a life ahead of them still, but it certainly reached the most important step, all seven of them being in this incredible, loving relationship.

The happiness seemed to radiate off of everyone, and the years of denial and worry were gone. It was like removing a wallowing shroud and throwing on the most amazing dress to match the exuberance in the air. Her heart was filled to the brim with pride and love, and, in a moment something else would be pretty full too.

Twilight had gotten herself atop Spike’s face, everyone was in place. With a wink, Applejack and she began. The tip had been moving back and forth, unintentionally teasing her, and, as she started moving down, the feeling of her lips being parted by Spike’s draconic virility made her shiver ever so slightly. By the time she had gingerly made her way to Spike’s hips, she was biting down on her lip attempting to stifle a moan, with little success.

Back up she went, before crashing down roughly. The new force she pressed down with caused her claw-marked flank to slap against him. It was a sharp and unexpected pain, but it only served to excite her further. While nowhere near as powerful as the drake’s actual hand, the effect was still amazing. So good in fact, that she started moving faster and pulling out further to try and come down as hard as possible without hurting herself or Spike.

Interestingly, every time Spike was just about out of her, she felt her body constrict harder, as if trying to hold on to him and prevent him from sliding out. The reaction was understandable; there was an emptiness inside of her with him almost gone. It was like he was part of her as much physically as emotionally, and she had to be complete. However, even when she was full and content, something made her leave so she could experience it again and again.

Twilight must have cast some spell, as Spike’s face appeared before her. The love of her life could be seen so clearly through the magic screen, and the connection appeared to be two-way, considering how wonderfully Spike had just thrust up to meet her. As a fun side effect, it made the force of them meeting stronger than any of her previous ones, fabulously, ah inducingly so.

Without even realizing it, she had begun thrusting as fast as she could, while Applejack, the poor dear, was still going at a fairly medium pace. Rarity took it upon herself to slow down so that Spike only had one pace to worry about, allowing him to please them both. At least, that was her plan, but Applejack must have believed she was cheating Rarity as she sped up, not to Rarity’s previous speed but still fast. Well, Applejack’s choice in… location, made the slow start understandable.

Rarity had no problem admitting she enjoyed the less conventional method herself, but her choice had felt more romantic and right for the moment, for herself at least. Oh, she was getting close, her entire body felt hot, and, judging by their volume, her friends were getting close as well. Spike’s chest seemed to be working overtime, that, combined with the hints he was giving inside of her, and he must have been near his limit as well.

There was one final thing she wanted to do for her farmer friend. Her horn glowed as she focused on the orange mare, a small smile on her face. They all came together one final time as they… came together. Spike erupted deep inside of her, pressing against the opening to her womb. The fire it stirred in her was addicting and cozy. It spilled out, no matter how hard she tried keeping it in, not even magic seemed to help.

Although, her entire body was rather limp and her mind numb from her own release, making it hard to concentrate. The mixed screams of her friends and herself were not helping either; they sounded so sexy and cute. She rested her head on Spike; shortly, Applejack did the same and nuzzled against her. Rainbow Dash had latched onto her back, and Pinkie Pie was using her leg as a pillow.

Everything was right in the world for once; except, the empty shell-like feeling she got when Spike managed to slip out of her. Still, she glided into one of the most restful nights she ever had.

Spike was rather proud of himself at the moment. Six mares at the same time, it had to be some kind of record. And as if adding another ray of sunshine on him, this was far from the last time. His future was bright, not simple or easy, but bright.

The thought of his first day in Ponyville, the first day he saw all of them at once, flashed through his mind. Funny, the young drake did not have a clue to what would happen. Well, Spike did not blame himself, it was rather unbelievable. He hugged his six lovely ladies closer to him, enjoying their warmth and the love they shared. “So, who’s ready for round two?”

His response was a combination of purring and snoring. It had been a rather eventful week; they earned the rest. He could not move anyways, thus, he decided to join them, cozying into Twilight as she acted as an impromptu pillow. “Guess I drank all those extra fluids for nothing.”

In the morning, he would be thankful for his foresight in doing so.