Mistress Pain closed in on him, and was now standing in directly in front of the wooden object he was chained to. He wondered nervously what was going to happen, when she stuck out her orange tongue and started licking a spot between his legs - the exact spot where his penis was hidden. A wave of pleasure washed over him as the tip of her tongue danced playfully across his loins.

“I’m liking this idea...” he thought, as his dick started to grow.

She continued licking the base of his dragonhood until he was almost fully erect, before wrapping her lips around it.
Her hair was now almost touching his face, and a strong smell of strawberries filled his nostrils - he wondered about this for a moment - was she wearing some sort of strawberry perfume, or had she just eaten so many strawberry cupcakes that it had become her natural body odour?
He decided he didn’t really care - the smell was arousing him either way.

Her tongue continued to toy with his wang as she started to suck it, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. After a while, he could feel pressure building up in his groin, and he knew he was about to come. Mistress Pain showed no visible reaction, and continued sucking and licking as he shot load after load into her mouth.

When his orgasm had subsided, she pulled her muzzle back, so that his now semi-erect cock slid out, and licked her lips sensuously, smiling at him.

The sight of this aroused him greatly, and he found to his surprise that he was hard again.
Mistress Pain spoke up again. “Looks like he’s ready now!”

“I want him first!” exclaimed Mistress Shy excitedly, moving towards Spike.
The others didn’t seem to have any objections to this.
She placed her front hooves on the wooden contraption, and hoisted herself onto it.

Smiling, she leaned over him and whispered in a dangerously sweet voice “I hear you’ve been a bad dragon, Spike. Spying on Rarity in the shower like that. Naughty boys such as you need to be PUNISHED.”.

As she mentioned Rarity, he felt a stab of guilt. “Rarity put you guys up to this?” he whispered back.

“Oh, no, she would never. She doesn’t even know about us. But when she told me about your little visit, and mentioned how... well-endowed you were, I couldn’t resist suggesting to the club that we bring you in for initiation.” she paused for a moment, then a grin spread across her face as she continued in an even softer voice “That, and I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to fuck a dragon.”, her eyes widening as she whispered the f-word.

If Spike had been drinking something at that moment, it would probably now have been all over Fluttershy’s face. He’d never heard Fluttershy say anything even remotely obscene before, and had imagined that if she ever needed to speak on the subject of sex, she would have used a more politically correct word such as “intercourse”. His Metapod instantly responded by using HARDEN.

“Heeey, what are you guys whispering about!?” inquired Mistress Pain, who was now becoming impatient.

“Nothing!” they both responded simultaneously.

Mistress Shy then proceeded to stand up, and balancing on the wooden object, moved forwards a bit positioning herself directly over Spike. She was now standing over him, and he could clearly see her furry yellow mound through a hole in the crotch of her leather suit, now located directly above his now rock hard member.
She then leaned her head down towards him, and staring directly into his eyes with a determined expression said in her soft-yet-dangerous voice “You’re going to FUCK me!” as she lowered herself onto him. The pleasure he felt as her warm wet cunt enveloped his throbbing cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, and for a moment he thought he was going to come again immediately.

She had now lowered herself all the way onto him, and he could feel the warmth of her soft haunches connecting with his hip. Then, pushing herself upright with her front hooves, she started riding him, lifting her haunches and thrusting them down as hard as she could, over and over again. With each thrust, a wave of pleasure shot through his body like a lightning bolt, and Mistress Shy seemed to be enjoying herself too as moans of pleasure escaped her with each thrust - softly at first, but increasingly louder as she was getting closer to orgasm.

The sound of her soft moans as she rode his cock was arousing him even more, and he soon felt the pressure building up in his cock as he came harder than he had ever come before, shooting load after load of sticky white stuff into her. Apparently the sensation of his hot streams of jizz filling up her lovehole pushed Fluttershy over the edge as well, as she started moaning and gasping feverishly, dropping her front hooves onto the surface above his shoulders for support as her insides convulsed around his pulsating rod.

After their orgasms subsided, she just sat there with her eyes closed, slumped forwards and leaning on her hooves, breathing heavily. Spike could feel the thick mixture of their bodily fluids starting to leak out, dripping onto his hips and the wooden surface underneath.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, smiled at him, and said softly “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”.

She lifted herself up a bit, so that only about half of his dick was inside her and closed her eyes again. For a while, he could feel her tight warm pussy softly squeezing him, then he felt an extra wetness spreading across the top of his cock, before a warm yellow stream pushed its way out and started trickling down his shaft, onto the wooden object and the floor below. She was washing away the gooey white ooze by urinating down his cock. The hot yellow stream continued to flow down his groin for a while, gently teasing his dick and balls.

He’d never thought anything could feel this good, and he could feel himself getting hard again.
After a while, the stream stopped, and Fluttershy opened her eyes again.

“Now, it’s your turn.” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“Wash out my pussy...” she replied, smiling, and leaning closer, continued “... with your piss.”

He tried to push, but nothing happened - peeing with an erection wasn’t easy, he realized.
“I don’t know if I can.” he said after a while.

“Oh, but you WILL.” she said in a sweet but stern voice, a dangerous look her eyes. He swallowed. It wasn’t exactly that he was afraid of Fluttershy, but there was just something about that look in her eyes that made him really not want to disobey her.

He closed his eyes, tried to relax, and felt his erection starting to go down a bit, then tried to push again. At first nothing happened, but then he felt the gates open, and a great relief filled him as a yellow stream shot out of his urethra, splashing against Fluttershy’s insides.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, her eyes widening with pleasure, as the warm liquid flowed out of her and onto the floor, taking with it most of what remained of Spike’s semen. The stream went on for some time, and he realized he hadn’t gone to the bathroom since he left the library earlier in the day. After a while, his bladder was empty, and the flow stopped.

Mistress Shy collected herself, and staring into his eyes, stated with great assertiveness that “Now, you’re GOING to fuck me again!”. A wet splash sounded as she dropped herself back down, once again taking his full length, causing his member to grow fully hard again. She leaned forward a bit, and fiddled with something on the wooden contraption. Spike felt the cuffs around his hands loosening.

Turning to the other two ponies, who had so far been watching quietly from the side, she said “Is the whip ready?”.

Mistress Pain replied “Yes indeedie!” holding up a black leather whip.

Upon seeing the whip, Spike once again became slightly nervous. Were they planning to use it on him?

Mistress Shy then turned back to Spike, and spreading her wings, spoke in a commanding voice “Grab me!”.

He sat up a bit, and grabbed her body, just below the wings. His arms didn’t reach all the way around, but his claws sank into the leather suit, securing his grip.

“Hold on tight!” she said. She then flapped her wings, creating a sudden jerk of upward motion and lifting her almost to the top of his cock, and let herself drop back down with a splat as her rump slapped into his hip. The impact smarted a bit, but the pain was far surpassed by the immense pleasure of her soft, wet, furry mound grinding against his balls. A sudden crack startled Spike, as the whip hit Mistress Shy’s leather suit. Her eyes widened and a grin spread across her face, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ooooh yes!” she screamed, flapping her wings again.

He held on tight, so as not to lose his grip on her as she continued to flap her wings and dropping back onto him hard, grinding her soft pussy against his balls and filling him with immense pleasure. She seemed to be getting wilder, and less like the Fluttershy he thought he knew with each crack of the whip, dropping down harder and harder, moaning and screaming dirty things.

Looking at her face, it was as if she was staring at something far away.

“Fuck me HARDER!” she screamed, apparently no longer realizing that she was the one doing all the fucking. Suddenly she turned to him again, her crazed eyes staring into his, and spoke in soft but excited voice “Grab me harder!”.

He grabbed her a bit harder.

“HARDER!” she screamed, then pausing for a moment, went on “Make me BLEED!”.

As he tightened his grip as hard as he could, his claws punctured the leather suit and a small trickle of blood ran down the black leather, dripping onto the wood below.

“Oooooh yeees!” she screamed, apparently now in a frenzy, her rump slapping against his hips harder than ever and filling the room with wet squishy sounds. She was now screaming so loudly that he wondered if it couldn’t be heard all over Ponyville, saying things so dirty that he didn’t even know what half of them meant, and wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Blood was trickling from the small puncutre wounds in her suit, down his claws and arms, mixing with their bodily fluids and splattering all over the place. Suddenly, her body went rigid and started spasming uncontrollably, as she climaxed once again.

Her contractions quickly pushed him over the edge as well, and his mind blanked out as he blew another massive load into her spasming cunt. As their orgasms subsided, he noticed that she was still sitting rigidly in front of him, covered in specks of blood and bodily fluids, apparently unaware of her surroundings. He felt a warm trickle down his balls, as she soiled herself while still sitting on his cock, and then toppling backwards off the wooden object and spasming a few times, passed out on the stone floor in a pool of blood-tinted urine and semen.

Spike looked worriedly down at her unmoving form on the floor. “Is she allright?” he asked, turning to Mistress Pain.

“Oh, she’s fine. She’ll come around in a few minutes.” came the reply in a cheerful, dismissive tone. “She sometimes gets like that when she gets too excited.” she explained.