Equestria Girls: Luck Before You Sleep

by DemonCasket

First published 22nd of May, 2015

[Peeps asked me to post this here...] Spike receives a special mission from Princess Celestia to investigate the mysterious world of their human counterparts. What happened next, he didn't see coming...not in a million years.

While enjoying a quiet afternoon's rest, Spike receives a mysterious assignment from Princess Celestia to explore the fairly unknown world of the Equestria Girls. He leaves Twilight for a few days to face his adventurous assignment alone...yet...in his quest of exploration, he will be anything but alone. As to the fruits of his 'exploration' he had no clue as to what he was in for.

Written between and during the release of Rainbow Rocks, sooooo...expect some inconsistencies, heheh.
Story currently incomplete. Unknown when it will be revisited.

Truth Or Dare

-I do not own My Little Pony, any of its incarnations, characters, or fandom. This is a work of fanfiction and has been made free of charge, without the intention of profit-

It was a late, lazy afternoon in the library of Ponyville. The peace and quiet was a fine reprieve from the usual chaos that surrounded Twilight and Spike’s lives. Twilight was stretched out, belly side up, with her hooves and muzzle buried into a book while Spike was sprawled out in a similar fashion at the foot of the bed. The sky was gently littered with puffs of popcorn clouds as the cute, baby dragon watched them drift across the sapphire blue.

“Ahhh…” Spike sighed, “Isn’t it great to finally have an afternoon to just lie around and do nothing, Twi?”

Naturally, Twilight was far too engrossed with what she was reading that she didn’t hear a peep Spike said.

“…Yeah…I thought so too.” Spike simply replied and continued to lounge against the footboard of Twilight’s bed. Reasonably enough, with the hypnotic trudging march that the clouds were doing across the sky and the endless shaping games he was playing with them in his head, Spike began to drift, drift, drift off to sleep, comfortable in the warm afternoon atmosphere…

“…hhHHHYUGHHHHH…OOP…PFLEAH!!!” Spike suddenly gagged and shot up a puff of magic smoke and produced a royal scroll. “…Aw man…Twilight!” he yelled to gather her attention, soon leaping to his feet.

“Huh?” Twilight jolted out of her trance and pulled her head forward to see that spike was holding a scroll from Princess Celestia. “What’s it say, Spike?”

Spike gave it a quick once over, just to prepare his mind and voice for the announcement. However, after reading the message, his straight face began to droop. “Aw, man.” he said, “I guess the really, really short vacation…is over.”

Spike slowly, regrettably, handed over the scroll to Twilight.

“Well…for me, anyway.” Spike recanted his previous statement.

As Twilight wandered over the scroll, letting each line of royal decree seep into her mind, her eyes widened to a fully excited degree.

“Sh…she wants you to…what?!?” Twilight frantically squealed as she finished the last bit of royal orders.

“…Yeah.” Spike said. “…Yeah,” he repeated, “weird, huh?”

[…Equestria Girls universe…Rarity’s Stately hilltop mannor.]

“Whooowee! Ah tell ya, y’all. After the kinda week I’ve been havin’, ah aym sooo ready for the weekend.” Applejack cheered as she burst through the tall double doors of the grand lounge and living area of Rarity’s…what the other’s referred to as, single’s tower. She hung up a soaking raincoat upon a tall coat rack with a palm tree motif, just as she entered the door, and headed straight towards the rooms fireplace.

Following close behind Applejack was Rainbow Dash, doing much the same as Applejack, only with a good deal more enthusiasm. She tossed her raincoat upon the rack and slid her book bag across the fine, wood paneled floor to thump up against a cushy, regal looking lounge sofa. With eyes wide open, she beheld the room before her. “This…is…awesome!!!” she spoke, punctuating her sentence with an exhilarating sigh. The room was dark, yet, it was warmed with gentle, fiery tones from a humungous, golden, crystal gilded chandelier, hovering some two stories above her head from the central point of a vaulted ceiling. The walls of this hall were half decorated with bookshelves and tapestries that hung across beautiful, deep golden woodwork, while the other walls were built much like a greenhouse, made of clear, framed glass that was occasionally graced by dazzling stained glass patterns and crystal artwork. All of this seemed to stretch a mile into the skies above…most of which was currently dark and gloomy, due to the misfortune of a passing storm. “Omigoshomighoshomigosh…!” Rainbow chanted as she ran to an ascending, tightly knit, spiral staircase that was made of fine wrought iron, reaching up to a faux second floor in the room that gave access to the higher rows and columns of bookshelves, tapestries, and paintings.

“Yes, darling, it is quite the presentation, but, do be careful, would you? Those rafters aaare sturdy, but…they must be a century old. There’s no telling just how sturdy they can be.” Rarity waltzed into the room, delicately hanging her…rain shawl, and her beautifully designed raincoat upon the rack. She settled her book bag into an old rifle rack that she used just for it, slid out of her designer boots, and set them aside the rack. “Ohh…I quite agree, Applejack. The week has been most dreadful. I am sooo glad that winter break is finally here.” Rarity grumbled and sighed as she went to lounge on a chair near the fire.

“Darn tootn’. Ah am just sick up to my eyeballs with tests and…more tests. I don’t wanna see another piece of paper with bubbles on it for as long as I live!” Applejack replied with several eyerolls that made her look like she was following an acrobat across the ceiling.

“AYEEKNOW! Tell me about it! I had so many mid-term-whatchamacallits today that I was too tired to even go to soccer practice!” Dash yelled down from the second floor balcony. “Augh! I thought my brain was gonna burn up from the inside!”

“Ohh, it certainly was dreadful…but…at last, we have the house all to ourselves…we have the weekend all to ourselves…and nothing…NOTHING is going to stop us from…how do you say it?...CUTTING LOOSE!” Rarity grumbled, nearly gritting her teeth in her animalistic expression, and the three little ladies began chuckling up like the schoolgirls they were.

“Of course, ya know, this would all be better if your parents didn’t go all Nazi on us and invite Miss Luna along to be our babysitter.” Rainbow said as she slid back down the banister to the ground floor.

“Yeah, as if we didn’t have enough ayaduhhlt soopervishjjun, over the week. Now we gotta have the vaahce principal of Canterlot High breathing down our necks during our little…swawrray?” Applejack groaned as she reclined across a white, bear skin rug.

“Now, girls, I’m certain my parents only had our best interests in mind…ehehehh…” Rarity pulled up a cheesy, embarrassed smile as she tried to pull the conversation in a lighter direction. Applejack and Rainbow Dash only smirked in reply. “Oughh…we’ll just have to make the best of it.” Rarity replied as she rose and stepped forward to a small refreshment table that was sitting in the corner. She picked up a tray of snacks. “S’more, ladies?” Rarity called forward gently, yet, she accented her look towards Applejack with a snide, little smile and a raised brow.

Applejack giggled silently, with a hand over her mouth, before both she and Rainbow scooted along towards the table.

“Hey, how does the VP know your parents anyway?” Dash queried as she gathered a small platter of meats, cheeses, and a s’more or two.

“Yeah. Ah mean, yer daddy’s got no business connection, schoolside or nuthin’…how do they know each other?”

“Ohh, it’s more a connection through the little parties my parents volunteer my domicile for here, with the parent student union and such.” Rarity said, laying the platter aside and gathering a s’more for herself. “My dear ma ma and her seem to be close enough to be…clubbing buddies.”

“Yeah?”

“Quite.”

“Hold the phone. I never pegged Vice Furor Luna to be up for any kinda fun, let alone clubbing.” Dash squealed, laughing, with a furrowed brow and a ‘yeah right’ look in her eye.

“Hehe, It’s quite true. You’d be surprised how…unladylike our mothers get…given the right kind of situation?” Rarity replied, causing the three of them to start giggling uncontrollably.

“Weh, what’ve y’all heard they do, when they get down with themselves, hahaha?” Applejack gurgled her sentence through a thick wall of laughter.

Rarity and Rainbow giggled like mad as well and Rarity was about to answer, when there was a ring on the house phone. “Ah, do hold that thought, girls.” Rarity giggled before stepping off to the side of the refreshment table to a little stand that presented a vintage ivory, brass, and crystal rotary phone.

As the two girls chattered away and giggled in the background, Rarity had a short yet fairly impactful conversation on the phone. By the time she hung up, she had a fairly puzzled look upon her face, halfway between fearful and curious.

“What’s up, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash asked, getting slightly put off by her expression.

“Yeah. Y’all look like a long tailed cat in a room full’a rockin’ chairs.” Applejack commented, soon sporting her own look of worry.

“…That was Miss Luna.” Rarity began, “It seems she’s here and she has brought an…um…extra special guest? At least that’s what she said. She seemed quite enamored at the thought, on the phone. I just hope that means the better for us…and not just her.”

Dash and AJ looked at each other, equally as worried and puzzled, as Rarity went off, down the hall to retrieve Vice Principal Luna and their supposed guest. Rainbow Dash settled next to Applejack next to the couch and the two girls took on the unfortunate look of being stuck in the waiting room of a principal’s office. The fact that they were being paid a visit by a vice principal didn’t much help either. But, soon enough, Vice Principal Luna, followed close behind by Rarity, slipped quietly through the double doors to the lounge. Miss Luna was bearing a nice, warm smile, not exactly something she was known for, and Rarity was barely containing her excitement, behind a bursting smile and blushing cheeks, with a pair of happy, sparkling eyes that simply shined in the somewhat gloomy room. Applejack and Rainbow Dash’s fears were squeezed out then by their sheer curiosity and anticipation.

“Hello, girls. I’ve got quite the surprise for you…” Miss Luna said as she gently swung forth a large backpack that looked quite familiar.

“Hey…isn’t that…Twilight Sparkle’s backpack?” Rainbow Dash questioned, having been away from anything of Twilight’s for quite some time.

“Quite right, Miss Dash.” Luna answered. Curiously, she made a little hand motion for all the girls to come closer.

As all the girls huddled around the large bag, Vice Principal Luna settled it upon the floor and slowly unzipped it. The gentle light of the chandelier began pouring in, revealing two large eyes, a cute, wet button nose, and a cute little muzzle with a pair of canines that peeked out of an adorable mouth.

He rustled around and found a good paw-hold, over the zipper and top of Twilight’s bag. “…Uh…ahhm I…are we…there…yet?” Spike said as his little, furry head poked up and out of the opening.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” the girls said as they began gently pulling the large pup out of the bag.

“Ohh! Our little Spikey-wikey has returned!” Rarity swooned as she scooped him up for herself and began cradling him and giving him a gentle scratch behind his ears.

With a simple touch and generous tickle that Rarity was giving him, Spike began to twitch one of his hind legs. “Ohhhhohohhhhyeahhh…” he groaned, and soon the other two ladies crooned at his deliciously observed pleasure, joining in with various tickles and rubs upon his belly. “Ahhhahahaahhghhhahhhhhh…”

Luna only giggled and stepped away to take care of her rain drenched over clothes.

The group broke up softly, usually sticking to two groups that mostly consisted of Rainbow Dash and Applejack in one and Rarity and Luna in the other, but, they usually reconvened over spike or a general point of interest that was sweetly colored by bubbly, girlish laughter and reasonable curiosities.

“So, what brings you to Canterlot, Spiiike?” Rarity asked as she rubbed his furry little tummy.

“Hehehhh…well, Princess Celestia gave me the kinda weird task of…um…well, basically finding a little more about this place.”

Miss Luna chuckled, sipping from an ornate tea cup of blue floral designs against a baby blue background. “Sorry. It’s just so strange to hear my sister being referred to as a princess…not a principal.”

“I know, right?” Spike rolled over and pattered his paws gently towards Luna. “And not only her, but, you too, Princess…uhm…I mean…Vice Principal Luna…gosh that’s weird.” Spike scratched his head at the thought. The girls giggled alongside him.

“And what are we like, Spike? Am I just as awesome in…eh…what was your place called again?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“…Equestria. And, yeah, you’re just as awesome there Rainbow…maybe even more.”

Dash seemed to have a mixed reaction towards Spike’s comment, as she at first loved the confirmation, but then, her feeling turned slightly jealous. “…Even better, huh? We’ll, I’m gonna have to see about that.” she smiled smugly as she crossed her arms.

“I have to admit, that does sound like quite the adventure I’d like to partake of too.” Luna spoke with a generous smile and a slightly wistful amount of curiosity or amusement. “It’s just too bad that we can’t seem to go.” she spoke her regret, looking into her wide brimmed china.

The rest of the girls seemed to share her sentiment.

“Hmm…” Spike thought. “…Well…I guess, since we’re all kinda sworn to secrecy here...it couldn’t hurt to ask her.” Spike answered with a slight air of hope. “Who knows, she just might be understanding and say yes.”

Luna raised a brow. The girls seemed to explode with hopeful chatter, overstepping their bounds with assumption. As she saw that Spike was getting ignored, in his look of concern that they were immediately assuming a ‘yes’ from Princess Celestia, Miss Luna intervened. “Now, now, girls. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We put far too much on our little friend Spike here. It’s alright to hope, but, remember…it’s not quite even a maybe, not just yet. There’s no telling what trouble we might get up to, in a foreign land with little to no understanding of it…let alone a foreign world.”

At that, the girls disciplined themselves and contained their spirits…even saddened themselves a bit.

“…But there’s always hope that she may say yes.” Luna retorted to her own suggestion. “After all…if she’s anything like MY sister, we have a sporting chance.”

The girls then perked up their spirits again and began mumbling in a more subdued yet adventurous spirit. Spike looked to Miss Luna with a look of graceful thanks. Luna smiled and nodded in return.

“Eh, by the way, Miss Rarity. What is this intoxicating beverage?” Luna somewhat changed the subject.

“Oh, I’m so glad you like it! It’s a fine Swiss cocoa with a generous dose of peppermint flavoring to give it a fresh kick to break through the deep, dark flavor. Would you like me to freshen your cup?” Rarity generously pressed, beaming with delight of Luna’s enjoyment.

“Please! And I do encourage the rest of you to enjoy it. It is most divine.” Luna spoke and soon the rest of the girls again gathered around the refreshment table to press the powered thermos there for a few generous doses of the delicious elixir.

Spike playfully climbed into Luna’s lap while she waited for her share. “Thanks, Miss Luna.” he expressed quietly to her. “I really don’t like seeing my friends spirits…ya know…broken?”

“Not at all, Spike. But, is there a chance that we might visit your world?” Luna herself gave into her anxiety for a moment.

“Well,” Spike replied, considering, “like I said, it couldn’t hurt to ask, and, I’m sure that, since the princess told me to come over here and explore a bit…I don’t think she’d say ‘no’ to some discrete visits, if the group is nice and small?”

Luna smiled warmly and replied with a nice, slow tummy rub. “That’s good…real good to hear.” she replied, and giggled slightly as the cute, little mutt vibrated a hind leg in reply, as his grin grew wide across his face.

The evening went on happily as finger sandwiches, tea cakes, s’mores, and cups and cups of warming peppermint cocoa were giddily consumed. Spike was playing with the girls both as a dog and as a creature of similar intelligence. Rarity even had to retreat once or twice to the kitchen to fix up another batch of cocoa, as the thermos seemed to empty rather quickly. However, as the night grew longer and the giggles began getting louder with reasons becoming more and more obscure, it was becoming apparent that the ladies were getting a little fast and loose, even giggling happily for miniscule reasons, particularly the fact that Spike could talk. It made him feel downright curious, in a slightly fearful sort of way, on whether or not he should be sitting in anyone’s lap at this time. Currently, it was Miss Luna’s, and she seemed rather affectionate towards the soft, furry pup…caressing his ears and tummy with soft, nurturing touch, as she reclined upon one of the lounge’s easy chairs. As her dazzling gaze and warm smile overcame the little guy, he seemed to forget what he was thinking and simply melted in her lap.

Rarity and Applejack seemed to be playing with some odd food coloring paints and playing tag on each other’s faces while Rainbow Dash was constantly climbing and sliding down some of the support poles of the make-shift second floor.

In a brief moment of clarity, Miss Luna decided to question something that had been bothering her all night about the drink, despite the fact that it was so delicious. “Uhhb…*hic…Rarity, dear. The…um…*hic…flavoring…peppermint, was it? *hic…Ughhb…it wasn’t some sort of…*hic…alcoholic…extract…was i*hic…it?”

“Why, Miss Luna! Hehehhhhehehehhh…ahem…what ever could you mean?!” Rarity’s emotions seemed to shift almost uncontrollably from giddy to angry for no apparent reason but the warm, fuzzy feelings she was getting from the cocoa. “It most certainly was not! As a matter of fact, it was a very…um…reputable flavorant! It was proven for over one-hundred and twenty years…or so…as the bottle said!”

“Proven? One-hundred and twenty years?”

“Aaaabsolutely.”

“…As *hic in…proof…120?”

“Yeeeess…quite. Mehehehehh…see. I showed youuuu, didn’t aaaayeee.”

“Mmm*hic-hmmm…and the brand…what was it now?”

“Oughh…muuust you ask sooo many questions…It was…um…snaps…something.”

“…Schnapps?”

“Ahh, yess! You’ve heard of it! See?! How could it not be reputable if it wasn’t so well known???” Rarity glared somewhat mockingly towards the Vice Principal.

Luna rolled her eyes and refocused her attention towards Spike. “…Well…I suppose it’s *hic…a little late for…restraint…hehehe.” she whispered to herself.

“Why you gotta *hic, go an’ rain on our parade, teach?” Rainbow Dash suddenly perked up, sloshing a cup of spiked cocoa in Luna’s direction.

“Excuse me??” Luna replied with a defiantly raised brow.

“I swear,” Rainbow Dash continued, “we probably woulda been having all sorts of fun without *hic the educational Gestapo hanging around.”

Luna drew in a sharp breath in disbelief.

Applejack laughed hysterically upon the couch, falling back across it and flailing her legs in the air as if she was trying to fly with them.

Luna’s lips pouted angrily towards Rainbow Dash. “I’ll have you know that I can be the wildest, craziest, nastiest party animal you’d ever encounter in your entire life!” Luna replied with her eyes closed in prideful demonstration and a chin lifted away from Dash’s general direction. “As a matter of fact…*hic…it is YOU girls who are keeping me from cutting loose on MYYY weekend!”

Rarity and Applejack covered their mouths in disbelief, with Applejack’s laughter leaking in snorts from her nostrils. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was rebellious and unmoved by the vice principal’s words, feeling that she was far too proper to be or do anything so crazy or nasty. “Oh yeah?” Rainbow Dash’s face burned with defiance, “…Pr*hic-ooove it.”

Luna smirked with and equally burning expression in her eyes. “You…are…*hic-on.” she said, and both Rainbow and her seemed to engage in a sportsman’s spirit of combat. “Name your terms.”

Rainbow’s teeth showed like demonic fangs within her wide, smiling mouth. “…Truth…or…dare!”

Opening Games

“Hehehe.” Luna giggled, flames practically bursting within her pupils. “…Your move…rookie.” Rainbow Dash really didn’t like that last comment.

Dash looked crazily around the room, looking for some dare to skewer the vice principal with. Her eyes landed squarely on Spike.

“…uUhoh…” Spike said with a furrowed brow.

“I dare you…to kiss Spikey’s wee-wee!” Rainbow finally answered and she and Applejack began howling with laughter. Rarity, at first, drew back in shock of Dash’s dare, but then, turned and laughed with the rest of the girls as she began paying attention in detail towards Luna and Spike.

Luna raised a brow then, as if to say, ‘is that the best you’ve got?’. She then lifted Spikes body towards her lips and began nuzzling his genital pouch.

“Kiss my wah?” Spike said then, before feeling Miss Luna’s gentle caress and touch upon him with her firmly pointed yet gently caressing lips. “WwWWow! H-hey…wah…what’s going on with the…u…uhhh…wow…hey, that feels…hhuh…ohohhhh…” Spike began succumbing to the gentle pleasure Miss Luna was giving his sleepy, little cock, still sheathed within its pouch. Soon after she layed his head against the chair’s armrest, she brought a hand into play, massaging his slowly stiffening cock so it soon began to present itself, slick and moist, a shiny slippery tool with great, manly contrast against the candy color of his furry coat.

Luna raised a brow again, staring squarely at Rainbow Dash. “Satisfied?”

“What?” Rainbow Dash laughed. “I said kiss his wee-wee…not his fur-ee. Course…you can back out now and admit that you’re just too old too…”

“What…do…this?” Luna quietly asked…before her moist lips began running up and down Spike’s hot, slippery shaft.

Rarity, Rainbow, and Applejack widened their eyes and then threw their heads back in laughter. “Ohh! She’s doing it! She’s doing it!” Rainbow Dash howled, striking her palm against her forehead as she came back to look on.

“Huaghhhhhh…!” Spike groaned with pleasure as Miss Luna tickled his sensitive shaft, sending tiny sparks throughout his body and making his limbs twitch in place.

“Oh…mah…gawsh! Look how big it’s gettn’!” Applejack cried out as the three girls observed the cute, little pup’s cock slowly engorge itself to an impressive size.

Suddenly, Luna pulled her eyes up to Rainbow Dash to get her attention. “…I’ll do you one better…” she stated, before she took hold of the base of Spike’s shaft and began licking and flicking her tongue, all up and down his slowly filling member.

“Ouahhhhh!” Spike moaned as he felt her warm breath and stiff, slippery tongue dance up and down his cock, making him swell to a monstrous size.

The three girls drew in a sharp breath. They watched the vice principal close her eyes and enjoy herself, as she sucked tiny kisses off the puppy’s shaft and made him moan with pleasure.

“Ohmigosh…no she didn’t! No she isn’t!!!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, too excited to feel sick about what she was seeing…to amazed as well to turn away, as were Applejack and Rarity.

“Mmm…still think I’m too uptight to get down ‘n nasty???” Miss Luna gloated. She then turned a warm, humorous stare towards her furry partner. “…Do you like it?” she asked as she reveled in the hazy look in the puppy’s eyes.

“Hohhhyeah…it feels gooood.” Spike moaned, and Luna giggled, continuing to take sweet, roving licks and tiny nibbling kisses off his sensitive shaft.

“Mmm…but I think…she deserves a little taste of her own medicine…” Luna spoke to Spike, but soon turned her eyes towards her victim, Rainbow Dash. “…Don’t you think so, little Spikey?”

“Heheheh…oohhh…yeah…I think so.” Spike replied, connecting Equestria’s Rainbow Dash’s reputation for being a prankster…with this Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow suddenly felt the sear of cost placed upon her, for, each darer, in turn, becomes the daree. “Ulp…” she swallowed hard, making Applejack and Rarity giggle in contemplation. “Wha…whadaya want from me??”

Luna smiled, deviously, as she lapped at her little doggy bone. “Hmmmm…I dare you…to *hic…sit perfectly still for the little guy here…while he eats out your little pussy…and makes you cum.”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes went explosively wide. Rarity’s eyes shot wide open too as she pressed her fingers to her lips in absolute, humorous disbelief. Applejack simply fell back in hysterical laugter.

“W…What?!?! That’s not fair!” Rainbow Dash protested crazily, slightly wincing in fear, “There’s no way I’m gonna let him do that!!!”

“Ohh!” Luna replied in humorous accusation, “And I suppose daring mee to make out with…this cute wittow guy’s sweet, wittow doggy bone…was fair game to you?” Luna temporarily spoke adoringly to Spike mid sentence, continuing to kiss and caress his furry little pouch and slick, slippery shaft, but, she returned her attention towards Rainbow Dash as she finished.

Dash pouted. “Hey…I didn’t MAKE you do that. You could’a said no if you wanted to.”

Luna smiled. “Oh…you could too…of course…*hic…that sure would make you…*hic…one heck of a…coward.”

The word shot Rainbow Dash through the heart like a spear. The look of disbelief on her face…priceless. “…Oh yeah?...” Rainbow growled. A devious sneer and a look of utter determination crossed her eyes and brow. She kicked off her boots and slid down her tightly fit biker shorts. She proudly, fearlessly put her fists upon her hips, posing like Superwoman. “…Here boy.” she said, more towards Luna than to Spike. “I got somethin’ for ya.”

The other girls howled with laughter, yet again, including Miss Luna.

Rainbow Dash nervously situated herself upon the bearskin rug, spreading her legs in an open forward straddle, while still holding on to her feminine modesty, hiding her nervous, sweaty womanhood with the forward flap of her skirt.

“Go on, little guy.” Luna urged to Spike as she set him forward upon the floor. “Little Dashy’s got a treat for you.”

Spike, confused by all this, furrowed his brow, walking forward while looking behind and trying to decipher what Miss Luna was talking about. His member was going flaccid and began retreating back inside of its little hiding place while he cautiously approached Rainbow Dash.

“…Ya ready, big guy?” Rainbow asked, with a nice, rosy blush upon her cheek and a complete look of uncertainty crossing her brow. Applejack crawled down like a cheetah from the sofa and slid onto her belly, staring at Dash’s point of interest, which was still hiding in the shadows.

As Luna and Rarity as well came forward to get a better view, with Miss Luna quietly chuckling and Rarity nervously pursing her lips together, both under a hand whose fingers capped their mouths from view, Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, as if bracing for impact, and then slowly pulled back the flap of her skirt. “…Okay…there it is, little guy. Do your worst!” Rainbow said, looking away as if she was expecting searing pain.

“Whoowee! I gotta say, Rainbow Dash, your little kitty’s a cute one.” Applejack said, admiring Rainbow’s sweet, healthily pink, and admittedly slightly sticky already pussy.

Spike…was dumbfounded. “Ohhh…cool! Hey! You’ve got a…uh…um…a flower? I thought you guys were, ya know, animal…ish…like me. I didn’t know you guys could grow plants from your…”

“That’s my pussy, Spike! It’s a part of my body!” Rainbow suddenly shoved her skirt shut and stared down the rude little puppy with a pouty, insulted mouth. “Aint’cha never seen the like, on one of your girl friends before??”

Spike panicked, shot a quick look towards Rarity, but quickly corrected himself by turning forward again. “Huhhh…wuh…what are ya talking about?! Ah…I don’t have a girlfriend!”

The whole room erupted with laughter. Even Rainbow Dash’s fears melted away at this cute, ridiculous comment. “Hahahahaha! Noo! I don’t mean giiiiirlfriend! I mean girl-frieeeeend! As in, a friend of yours that just happens to be a girl??” Rainbow asserted with generous humor.

“Ohhhhhhhh…” Spike said, relieved, and the girls laughed along with him. “Oh, sure. I’ve got plenty of those.”

Rainbow Dash lifted her skirt again and presented her cute, sticky pussy for him to see, this time with much less apprehension. “Well, don’t they have anything that looks like this, between their legs?”

Spike thought back, considering rearward shots of all his female friends. The only girl he’d ever laid scrutinizing eyes upon, and therefore had greatly surveyed the pretty pony’s plot and large, curvy haunches, was…

“Oh, yeah. Rarity’s got one. A nice big, dark one. It’s really pretty. It’s kinda shiny, like as if it was made of onyx or ruby or somethin’. And sometimes, it gets real big and puffy…makes me kinda wanna kiss…”

“Oh, Spike! That’s enough!” Rarity suddenly butted in, making the shocked puppy jolt his head around in response to her sudden protest. She was pouting, quite stubbornly, with her arms crossed and her head turned away. “I have never…EVER, even shown you my lady parts even once! How dare you suggest…”

“Oh, not YOUUU, Rarity! The OTHER Rarity!” Applejack said, laughing. As soon as a blush and a look of shock took over Rarity’s face, when she realized her faux pas, everyone began laughing again.

“A’course, my little pussy may not be as pretty as your Rarity’s, but, don’tcha think mine’s a cutie too?” Rainbow Dash indulged in her pride yet again and gently spread her lips open for Spike to see. “Come on in, Spikey…the pussy’s fine, hehehe. C’mon. Give ‘er a good lick.”

Spike was reasonably apprehensive of Dash’s suggestion. “Uh, I…kinda don’t wanna…”

Rainbow Dash’s face dulled as she grew slightly weary of Spike’s reluctance. “Look, big guy, I’mma need you to go ahead and do this, cause, if you don’t, I’mma lose the game…I don’t like losing things, ya know.” she said plainly. “And who knows…ya just might like it, hehe.”

Rainbow’s last comment made all the girls giggle.

“Uhh…uhokay…I’ll give it a shot, but, I’m not, ya know, promisin’ nothin’.” Spike said and advanced upon Dash’s absolute territory. As the girls around him began giggling with anticipation, Spike began a strange, slow process of occlusion from the surrounding area. He noticed only now that his nose, a dog’s nose, seemed a good deal more sensitive than that of a dragon’s. There was a warm, gentle bouquet of scents that were wafting to his keen nostrils as he came within a foot of Rainbow’s womanhood. “Mmmm…what iiiis that??” Spike asked, not really asking anyone. It was more an expression of his curiosity. As opposed to only moments before, he was now…entranced.

“Myehahahahaha…*hic. What? Don’t you like my little coochie’s natural scent?” Dash teased and the girls began laughing uncontrollably. Little did she know, although Rainbow Dash wasn’t quite into making her pussy smell like a bed of spring flowers, Spike was enjoying its sweet musks just fine.

Spike got closer and closer, Rainbow’s sweet, lady flower radiating a gentle heat as he came within inches. There was a sweet musk of womanly sweat that emitted from Dash’s inseams, followed by a sweeter, cinnamon-like scent that was wafting from her pussy’s lips. “Mmmm…it smells…goooooood.” Spike said, closing his eyes and sniffing earnestly along the lines between leg and pubic mound.

“Hmmm…hmhmhmmmhmhmhmmeahhh! Hahaha! Gah!” Rainbow Dash began tilting backward, rocking slightly on her tailbone, and laughing hysterically.

“Hahaha, the hell is wrong with you, pardner?” Applejack queried at Rainbow’s odd behavior.

“Hahaha! Ihhht…it…TICKLES!!!!” she squealed and the girls burst out laughing yet again.

Spike’s cold, wet nose began ravaging her inseams with unrelenting enjoyment. His nostrils and soft, grainy textured sniffer began stroking up and down, all around Rainbow’s sensitive pussy, blasting hot shots of air all across her folds and giving her the heaviest teasing pleasure she had ever felt in her life. “GAHAHAHAHA! N-N-*hic-NnnnNO! Spike! Hahaha! It’s too…!”

Spike soon began lapping across her inseams, letting his soft, broad, flappy tongue savor the taste of her salty flesh, laden with sportswoman’s sweat and a daily bouquet of flavors.

“AGH!!! OHH! NNAHHHH! S-STOP! IT’S TOO…!” Rainbow Dash jolted with every stroke that Spike took of her body, every single time he tasted around her pussy, and it was getting so intense for her that her legs began flailing and twitching uncontrollably…and then he began seriously eating her out.

“Ahhhhnnnnnnnnn…” Spike moaned, now tasting the broad length of Rainbow’s sweet, sweet pussy. Her warm folds yielded a sweet yet savory taste that Spike could only know as, “…Deliiiciousssss!” It was so that Spike began a relentless line of slow, firm, savory stroking, slipping his thin, floppy tongue through the warm outer folds of Rainbow’s sweet cunt and enjoying the tasty flavor surprises hiding within each nook and cranny. He loved eating her pussy…but…just as he got to the opening of her love canal…

“GYAHHHHHH!” Rainbow screamed and slammed her legs closed on him, promptly squeezing his little puppy head out and away from her tasty body. “…Hhhahhhahhhahhhahhhahhh…” Rainbow panted, her tongue protruding out of her mouth like a dog herself.

“Goodness!” Rarity groaned with great concern as she wondered why Rainbow did such a thing, even coming over to Spike who was now rubbing the sides of his head, since they were just pinced away by the vice-like grip of Dash’s powerful thighs. “You really must control your impulses, Rainbow Dash! You really could have hurt Spike!”

“Hahh…I know…but…it…I’m…” Rainbow stammered, trying to get her thoughts together.

“…Yeeeesss?” all three ladies queried, creeping closer in anticipation.

“…I’m…” Dash tried to continue.

“…YESSSS???”

“…I’m too ticklish!”

The girls seemed to crash upon the ground, as if the previous forces that were holding them up were suddenly removed. Stranger still, there was a disappointment that strung through all of them: Miss Luna, Rarity, and Applejack, as if they were watching this strange form of entertainment within a coliseum. They didn’t seem at all put off by the fact that they were watching their friend getting eaten out by a puppy. In fact, they were literally falling over themselves in want to keep it going.

Suddenly, Rarity came to stand at knee level. “Oh…is that all?” she perked up, out of her disappointed funk. “…Ahyeee know what to do.” she proclaimed proudly. She picked up Spike, who was just now recovering from his head being squeezed out of Rainbow Dash’s thighs. “Open up, Rainbow Dash, ahehemmm…we’re coming in.”

“I told you, I’m ticklish! Ahhahayeeem too sensitive for this!” Dash said, scooting backwards in retreat from the sweet looking puppy and Rarity who was now bringing him forward like an oncoming forklift. “Thuh…that’s not chickening out, to stop because of that…right Miss Luna?!?!”

Rarity looked upon her with an earnest, calming look in her eye. “Ohh, trust me, daahhling…you’re gonna love this, believe me.” Rarity confidently smiled.

Rainbow smirked in reply, shakily believing her friend at best. Then, after she swallowed hard, preparing herself to receive another lightning charged tonguing at Spike’s behest, she nervously opened her thighs.

“Now, Spike…it’s too soon to start…eating her out.” Rarity commented, pointing educationally towards Rainbow’s nervous little pussy.

“Huh? Ahayeee don’t wanna bite her or nothin’! I just like to taste her!” Spike spoke nervously, not sure as to what Rarity was trying to impress upon him now.

Rarity chuckled at Spike’s innocence. “No, no, no, darling! ‘Eating out’ is what we call this form of…womanly worship, as the case may be, heheheh.”

“Ohhhh, okay.”

“Ahem…now, where was I…oh, yes…Like our dear Rainbow Dash said, she’s faaaar too sensitive for you to just charge right in and start lapping upon her more tender bits. Try concentrating…here…first, and see where it can go from there.” Rarity instructed and gently pressed four fingers against Dash’s inner thigh, a good deal away from her inseams and a nice distance from her waiting womanhood.

“Hnn…you just might be on to something there, girl.” Rainbow said, gaining some of her confidence back. “Alright, little guy. Sorry ‘bout, hehe, my reaction, whileago. You wanna maybe try again, and slowly work it back to…hehe, my more tender bits that you like so much?”

“Hmm…only if you promise not to hurt me, again.” Spike groaned, pursing his lips together in suspicion.

“…Promise.” Dash said solidly, giving Spike a well deserved pat on the head. She then laid back, once again, and spread herself nice and wide for the puppy. “…Now let me have it!”

Spike smiled and giggled a bit as he came back into Rainbow’s vicinity. He soon began nuzzling the soft, meaty flesh of Rainbow’s inner thighs, immediately getting a more positive reaction from her.

“Aughhh…oh yeah…that’s the stuff…” Rainbow sighed with a wide, wide grin on her face and began panting heavily. It tickled her a bit, but, this sort of tickle was much softer. It was more loving, sensual, and pleasurable, much more so than before, and was a fine, low intensity pleasure that was very welcome. “Ahhh yeahhh…” Rainbow moaned as Spike soon began licking in broad strokes across her tasty, firmly toned skin. He liked it here…not so much as he liked her sweet, sweet, warm pussy, but, he understood it was a work in progress. Rainbow began leaning back, relaxing and widening the angle of her legs, and supporting her body by setting her hands and arms behind her like struts. “Hahhh…hahhh…ahhhhh…oh, that’s goodhhh…” Rainbow panted, slowly tossing her head back in ecstasy, closing her eyes at the slow, warm, sparky feeling that Spike was shooting through her body. He licked, licked, licked, until Rainbow patted gently on the opposite thigh. “Hahhh…ohhh…this side…hehhh…this side now…Spikehh…”

“Mm…with pleasure…” Spike groaned happily as he began working on her opposite thigh like a masseuse.

Rainbow Dash began easing, melting back, slipping her body down onto her elbows and finally resting in a steaming pool upon the floor. She kept her head up and watched Spike work upon her thighs, lapping and licking with great pleasure, enjoying the taste of her flesh and the sweet, silent, yet spirited moans that Dash showered down to him. “Ohh, yeahh…that’s a good boieeeh…” she huffed, getting hot and flustered. It wasn’t long after this that she soon tapped with quiet enthusiasm towards the inseams of her body, where leg met pubic mound yet again, and encouraged Spike to move it along, with a gentle tug behind his head, drawing him even closer to her womanhood.

“Mmmmm…hohhyeahh…” Spike moaned as he opened his mouth wide and unleashed the gentle fury of his hungry, flapping tongue upon her body. He licked, licked, licked again, making a fire build inside of Rainbow’s body and causing her to writhe in slow motion, like a seductive serpent. She didn’t speak now, only accepting the sweet, intense pleasure she was getting from Spike’s actions. “Oooohhh…” she moaned nervously, climbing to an unbearable rate of pleasure, before she hurriedly traced out a path for Spike, all around her pussy, yet it was anything but on it.

Spike didn’t mind, however, as every new patch of unexplored flesh was an adventure to him, a symphony of strange and wonderful flavors that he simply couldn’t get enough of. He began wandering the circular path, predetermined by Rainbow’s quick and jittery fingers, slowly blasting hot, pleasured breaths from his excited nostrils, tonguing and tonguing around in an arc through Rainbow’s beautiful, sherbet weave of pubic hair, letting his own fur dance through the thick tuft of deliciously musky brush, and all the while tasting her body, her underbelly, even stretching his own underbelly teasingly across her hot, steamy pussy, as he continued to wander this sexual primrose path. For a moment, as he was stretching over her body while letting his own press gently against her sweet, burning cunt, his fangs presented themselves upon her skin, unintentionally of course, but, it gave her such a burst of controversial pleasure and pain that she jolted in place and squealed, “Ough! Yes!” …though Spike didn’t know what he did to her. She excused it, as she strangely admitted to herself that she liked it, and let him continue doing her body.

Finally, as she was breathing like she had just run a marathon, she gently shoved the puppy back to demonstrate the necessary room for orders. Then, breathing heavily through gently clenched teeth, she traced a circle around her lower labia, around the lowest corner of her pussy’s lips, as well as around the opening of her hot, burning love canal.

“Wiith pleasure.” Spike spoke with enthusiasm, angling himself downward with his rear high into the air, wagging his tail as he finally, happily began pressing, tasting, and licking around Rainbow Dash’s sweet, sweet pussy.

“Hahhh…yesss…ohhh…good boyeeehhh…” Rainbow panted, propping her body up slightly with one forearm as she reached forward with her free hand and began lovingly scratching behind Spike’s ear as a reward.

“Annnn…annnnn…annnnnnhhhh!” Spike moaned through his wide open mouth. She tasted so good to him, her gentle trickle of sweet love juices tickling his tongue as he savored her fleshy sweet meats, circling and circling into her pussy with great attention to detail…and he did so love every detail. It was all making her feel so good that she pulled her upper body up off the floor a moment to scramble and relieve herself of her cumbersome tops. Finally, she had a nice stream of fresh air to cool her overheated body. She reclined yet again, rewarding the little pup with affectionate petting and watching on as Spike enjoyed her body, eating her out and savoring every sensational flavor that hit his tongue.

The three girls had become silent in pure amazement as they watched the cute, little puppy make love to her juicy pussy. They felt so enthralled by what they were seeing that they subconsciously began to strip themselves of their heavier garments, dropping their wear down to simple scraps and undergarments, so they too could join in on the fun. They began fondling their own breasts and heavily fingering the burning petals of their hot, blushing roses, even getting somewhat frustrated that the three of them did nothing to even pierce the atmospheric bubble that contained Spike and Rainbow Dash.

“HAHHH!” Rainbow screamed, feeling heavy waves of fiery pleasure wash through her legs. She then pointed, prodded, and tapped at the area just above her clitoris. She spread her lips apart, revealing the tiny, swollen, juicy shaft and head of her burning clitoris. “Therehhh! Therehhhh!!! But don’t touch the button!!!” she instructed Spike and, immediately, as he wanted to try out some of the deeper darker tidbits of her pussy, he plunged and spilled his flapping tongue right down onto the stiff, tasty little morsel.

Rainbow immediately began to arc her back. “OUGHHHHHH! YEAH!!!” she moaned and began swiveling her hips in response, doing a sort of planetary orbit around the little guy’s thankful tongue. He plunged, he wiped, and washed his taste buds over her clit, tasting her, again and again, and all but stroking her clitoral shaft, shooting sparking shots of lightning straight through her torso and up through her nipples. She was burning hot from the inside out, so much so that she had to reach around her back and finally undo her bra. It popped open, allowing her to breath and cool down considerably, revealing her sweetly budding breasts and large, stiff nipples. When her hands were nice and free again, she began lovingly running her hot, sweaty palms all over the little guy’s soft, furry head and stroked his velvet ears as a reward.

A moment afterwards, Spike finally opened his eyes, coming slightly out of his haze of ecstasy, and noticed the beautiful landscape of Rainbow Dash’s pretty, perky breasts. “Hey…those things are cute. What are they?”

“What…you mean these?” Rainbow pulled her hands back to playfully pinch her nipples. “You like my little tah-tahs?”

“Tah-tahs?”

“Tah-tahs…titties…tater tots…or breasts, if you wanna go all scientific on me, heheh.”

Spike’s eyes sparkled, as if he was looking over a pair of sweet, shimmering rubies. “Yeahh…I like.” His tongue began salivating, profusely. “Uh...mind if I give those cute little things a taste?”

“Huh?” Rainbow furrowed her brow in obvious frustration. “But I’m soooo close! Can’t you do that after you take care of my pussy?”

Miss Luna stepped in suddenly, smiling with a raised brow. “Ahem…I do believe you are missing a golden opportunity, my dear…” she said, directing her gaze towards…Spikes large, ready, overexcited undercarriage.

Rainbow Dash turned aside, staring down Spikes body to his large, protruding member. Even he eventually tucked his confused little head in to look at it and began wondering what the big deal was. “Awww, no way!” Rainbow protested, “I don’t want him inside me!”

Miss Luna giggled silently with a hand to her mouth. “…He doesn’t HAAAVE to be inside you, dear.” she said with a wide, smirking, suggestive grin.

Rainbow gave it a few second’s thought. “Oh, ayeee see…hehehe. Not a bad idea, vice prince. I like your style.” Rainbow finally retorted. “Ahhlllrighty, Spikey-kins. You can taste my sweet little titties, as long as you put that nice, long, fifth leg of yours to use down there.”

“Huh? How?” Spike said, returning his gaze across the lovely landscape of Rainbow’s hot, steamy body.

“Alls ya gotta do is climb on up here, lay that sticky thingy across my pussy, and chug like a choo-choo train.”

The girls did their best to keep their laughter quiet. The description was quite comical, yet, even they had to admit…appropriate.

Spike, on the other hand, didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. He sat back upon his bottom and thought a while, even brushing the back of his paw against his lower jaw while he ran images of trains through his mind. “…Umm…you mean like the wheel…arm…thingy? That thing that goes…” he said, and began imitating the piston-like motion of the metal bar that connected and orbited around the wheels of a train.

“Eeeexactly.” Rainbow nodded with closed eyes, proud that he got it right…with the ladies giggling a little more in the background.

Spike smirked in doubt. “…Uuhhhhokay. I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

“Well then slide yourself on up here so I can give you a treat.” Rainbow called to her puppy boy toy and he began to smile in response.

Spikes soft yet rough little paws climbed up and over Rainbow’s body, exciting her with the teasing, tickling sensation of his squishy palms and pointy claws, as he held and navigated up her smooth, trim, sexy belly and grabbed onto the upper slope of her cute little breasts.

“Arright, big guy, get yourself a tongueful…” Rainbow said with a teasing gaze in her eye.

“Hehehe, gladly…ahhhmmmmmnnnnnn…” Spike moaned as he let loose his flappy doggy tongue upon Rainbow’s perky nipples and immediately shot bolts of pleasure through her torso. His taste buds ignited with the sweet, subtle taste of her erect little bon bons, loving their firm yet tender texture and taste, prompting him to lap and rapidly flick at the whole of her sensitive breasts, as if he was slurping down a large bowl of ice cream.

“Oooohhh, yeah…that’s what I’m talking about…” Rainbow Dash moaned as the warm, slow, fiery feeling began wafting through her chest, slowly…slowly…slowly intensifying as the sweet, little pup consumed and occasionally made more mistakes of gently biting her womanly mounds. Rainbow began slithering about, holding the warm, furry pup against her body, loving his feel and madly exploring his smooth, enticing fur with her wandering hands. “Hahhh…hahhh…hahhh…oh, Spike…ooohhh…give it to me, now!” Dash commanded, feeling intense, unfulfilled need gathering in her fiery cunt. “Push that thing against my clitty and start pumping!”

Spike did as he was told, yet, he didn’t miss a beat. He continued to savor and taste her luscious mounds and sweetly stiffened peaks while, down upon their nether regions, his hot, sticky member was laid onto her swollen clit and he began stroking it upon her.

“Hahhh…oh yeahhh!” Rainbow Dash moaned as she felt his warm, slippery shaft stroke and spark pleasure upon her sensitive, excited mound of juicy flesh.

“Hahhh…oh, I like thathhh…” Spike huffed as he licked and licked Rainbow’s sweet little jewels. He began earnestly pumping and pumping over her pussy, stroking her clit with his engorged shaft and slapping his huge, bulbous knot enthusiastically against her sticky lips.

“…FFFFFF….hahhhh!” Rainbow Dash sucked in a hard breath through her teeth. Her eyes hazed over and closed as she began gently clutching onto Spikes body in extreme passion. Her entire body was erupting with pleasure. Spike was washing and slurping over her breasts with extreme hunger as his large, slippery cock stroked, over and over again, onto her hot, swollen clit and pounded his huge doggy knot against her juicy lips. Her hot pleasure box was overloading with pleasure, making her groan louder and louder in response, arcing her back and picking them both up off the ground. Rainbow grinded her pussy up against Spike’s stiff, slippery manhood, humping in an almost full, fucking motion as she loved the feel of his shaft invade across her clit and tease her navel. “HAHHHHH! SPIIIIKEHHH!” she screamed, as he took her entire body, lost in absolute abandon to the world around them. “Oughhhhh! Oughhhhh! AHHHH! OHHH, YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUMHHHHHH!!!”

Spike, yet again, didn’t know what the hell she was talking about…but it wasn’t like he cared. He swabbed her tits, loving all the flavor of her soft flesh and stiff, rosy nipples, making her breasts even more beautiful as they shimmered and shined with a beautiful polish of sweat and saliva in the firelight. He pumped and pumped and pumped his cock across her burning cunt and rammed himself against her lips, fucking between their bodies like a piston. “AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHHH!!!” Rainbow screamed, grabbing and hugging onto Spike as her insides tensed and flared with uncontrollable pleasure, and then, pressing and stroking back with her hot, steamy cunt, her sticky lips, and her firmly aroused clitoris…her pussy began pushing and gushing out a hot, burning wetness, a solid stream of loving pussy juice that she could hardly stop. “AAHHHHHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she gushed, her entire body quivering as if she was having her own personal earthquake. Spike continued to fuck her, sliding his slippery member across her splashing twat, making her squeeze her eyes shut and grit her teeth against the feeling. “NOH! NOH! STOP! STOP! STOHHHHPHHH!!!” she screamed, hugging the puppy tightly against herself to keep him from moving any further. Her body slammed down onto the ground, collapsing into a hot, sticky mess upon the rug. She was, in a word…cooked.

“Uhahahahahahahahahahahahhhhh…” Rainbow Dash panted so rapidly that she looked like she was imitating the breathing patterns of a bunny.

Spike was scared spitless, frozen in the clutches of a crazed young lady who was reeling from an insane ocean of pleasure that just passed through her body. “Ughuhhh…huhRainbow?! Ahare you alright?!?!”

Rainbow began to laugh, through her rapid breathing. “Hahaha! Waaayhhh, mooorehhh than okay, little guyhhh. Hehh…hehh…I’m…awesome. I’m…twenty percent cooler!”

“…Yeah…that figures.” Spike answered with a dulled look in his eye. He didn’t see that little remark coming, yet, after hearing it, he was surprised he didn’t see it coming a mile away.

“Wow, Dashy…that was ten kinds’a ‘credible!” Applejack remarked, with her fingers firmly set inside her own sticky little snatch. She was pretty much naked as well…except for her boots.

Rainbow calmed down then, looking queerly at her cowgirl friend. “Di…did you strip and then put your boots back on?”

“…Nope.”

Rainbow’s mouth opened, lopsidedly, in surprise. “…How the heck did ya…”

“Yeeears of practice, girlie.” she said, eyes closed with pride as she stirred her sticky cauldron up with confidence.

“…You do realize that you haven’t exactly done your dare…” Luna spoke from besides the hot mess that was Spike and Rainbow Dash.

A crazed look shot across Dash’s face. “What!?!”

“Ahem…you were supposed to let him [eat you out]…and make you cum.”

Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped wide open. “Aw, COME ON! You can’t tell me that all that wasn’t enough!!!”

Luna giggled in reply. “Hehehe, I’ll let it pass…as your performance…pleased me.” Luna said with a devious smile…and a few fingers stroking across her own steamy pussy, through a well soaked set of pearly panties, so thoroughly soaked that the juicy goodness left a shimmering trail down her large, naked, beautiful legs. She reached down and petted Spike. “And we owe it all to our sweet, little Spikey here.”

“Thaat’s for sure.” Rainbow spoke up to the furry little guy in congratulations. “You sure handled your stuff there, buddy. Yes you did…yesshh you diiiid!” she cooed to him as she stroked across his head and ears.

“Ayeee’ll say.” Rarity chimed in, prompting Spike to turn and see…the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. “Taaalk about stamina. That was most amazing.”

Spike’s eyes beat with red, shining hearts as his vision clouded over at the edges. His eyes started at the cutest feet, the sweetest length of legs and cutest body, with curves in all the right places, a porcelain, lilly white complexion, a pair of perky breasts…unfortunately more pronounced than the pair he was sitting on at the moment, and again, a proud, shining face, exemplifying beauty itself. “Chkkhhuuahhh!...” an utterly inhuman sound escaped Spike’s widely opened mouth as his wet, drooling tongue unfurled before him like a royal, red carpet. Rarity…he wanted that.

Rarity’s eyes shot wide open. Her arms reached ‘round and bound up over her naughty bits like an octopus. “Ohhh no! I am so very, very not a part of this!” she giggled and blushed as she suddenly realized the puppy’s wanton intentions, staring at her that way, and suddenly felt utterly naked.

“Hahaha!” Applejack spilled forth a hearty peal of laughter. “Oh yeah? And ah suppose y’all were just, what, boilin’ under the collar and needed to part with yer clothes, real quick-like, because…?” Applejack’s humorous, accusing eyes waited for Rarity’s answer.

Rarity froze. “Wehell…ehm…because…yes, it was getting dreadfully warm in here, and…absolutely! I just needed an IMMEDIATE form of relief. Honestly! What did you think it was, my poor, simple Applejack, that I would dare to join in on this…crude form of amusement? Honestly! What sort of lady doooo you take me for…?”

“Hahaha! Nicely played, girl, but, as for me, why ain’t’y’all fixin’ to give me a turn with that there love machine? I’m a’dyin for a little ‘truth ‘r dare’ m’self.”

“Hahaha! Really?! You really wanna piece ‘o this??” Rainbow Dash both teased and encouraged her as she picked up her furry boy toy. Spike was a little put off by this, as he thought the playtime was over.

“Hooo, doggy. Ah most certainly do.” Applejack retorted. “…Do ya dare me?”

Rainbow chuckled in reply, then stared back at Applejack with a fiery beam in her eyes. “Oh yeah…” she answered firmly, “…I dare ya!”

Spike…slightly troubled at this, then got the feeling that the night was simply just beginning.

Applebucking

Applejack settled back upon the couch, lazily easing herself into the backrest and plush, soft cushions. “C’mon up, little dawggeh. Lemme show you the…eheh…lay ‘o the land, o’er here.”

Spike now regarded the quirky, country gal, as she had not a stitch of clothing upon her…save for her boots and…of course, her hat. Her proportions were sporty, like Rainbow Dash, yet, far different. She was meaty, curvy, and had tons of climbable pawholds that Spike just wanted to grab hold of and smooth over with a careful paw. The color upon her skin resembled that of a crème brulee. A delicious farmer’s tan striped across her extremities. Her legs, arms, and the vicinity of her cute, sweet, blushing face were sun toasted, while her shoulders, her thick and trim torso, medium, bouncy breasts, and the spoon of her lower body remained cool and creamy. The sweet folds of her pussy sat within the cradle of her large, muscular legs, rosy and sticky, calling out to Spike and dragging him forward in a trance, and the fluff of golden hair that sat atop it was a near enigma to him, as he had never seen golden pubic hair…or pubic hair in general, before.

Spike salivated with a wide open mouth as he surveyed the sexy country gal’s body, causing all the ladies who witnessed his slow, zombified march towards Applejack, including Applejack herself, to giggle silently in reply. “Hehehe…ah take it ya like what’cha see, don’t’cha, little guy?” she called out to him, making him take notice of himself.

However, he seemed undeterred, now consciously looking up across her thick, creamy, toasty body and into her sweet, sun kissed face and her beckoning smile, topped with long, long, shimmering locks of wavy golden hair. “Luaghhh…hohhyeah…” Spike said as he was soon upon the skirt of the couch, beginning his long, slow, ascent.

Applejack promptly felt his little pup body began grazing upon one of her legs as his soft, wet, button nose began drinking in the delicious scents of her farmer’s daughter body. The whole of his furry underbelly tickled and caressed against her thigh as his thirsty nose pulsed and teased over the crest of her hips and up the rigid planes of her body. Then, he was slowly, happily motorboating and pressing through the wide hills of her breasts.

“Hmmhahahahahah…oh mah…you really like mah little fluffy fun bags, don’t’cha, li’l guy?” Applejack said as she began running her hands over the fluffy loaf of warm, furry happiness that was nuzzling through her womanly mountain range. Spike was really interested in the contrast between Rainbow’s breasts and Aj’s. Rainbow’s sweet, tasty nipples had been large, tall, and firm, while Applejacks were much smaller, yet, her areolas were large and rosy. Spike sniffed, teased, and tongued at the things, savoring the sun kissed flavor of her skin, moistened with a delicate layer of sweat that he found delectable…yet, for all his efforts, Applejack didn’t seem the least bit interested. “Hmhmm…ah’m glad y’all’r havin’ a great time on mah li’l tah-tahs, but, I think that YOUR li’l tah-tah down there could use some lovin’.” Applejack suggested, smiling down upon Spike with mischief in her eye. Spike stared puzzled at her, gaining a pawhold over her sweet, warm nipples as he tried to figure her out. Applejack then said plainly, “Wha don’tcha come on up here ‘n park that sweet, li’l juicy sausage up to mah perty li’l mouth ‘n see what happens, Spahkie-poo?”

Spike was fairly intrigued. So, his soft, scruffy little paws pattered gently across her body until he got into position before her face, climbing and clutching slightly onto her large-brimmed hat, while his little doggy cock kissed at her sweet, little mouth. She let one hand massage and scratch gently into the top of his rump, a nice, soothing move that Spike absolutely loved, and took her other hand and began gently, carefully massaging at the base of his cock and across his tender balls. Then, she slowly kissed and enveloped the head of his slippery manhood into her hungry, little mouth, sucking upon his member gently and slowly rocking her lips back and forth upon the ends of his shaft.

“Hahhh…hhhhohhhh…ohhmigosh, Applejack! Whahh…whaht in the world are you doing?!? Oughhhh…it feels so goohhhd!” Spike moaned as she continued to suck upon his meaty member with a slow and easy pace, delicately plunging herself upon him, eyes closed in dominant pleasure. The girls gathered around with gasps. Even Miss Luna was fairly impressed with the skill this young filly was presenting as ate of Spike’s manhood with great pleasure. All of them subconsciously began reaching for their juicy lips and pleasured themselves as they looked on, utterly entranced by Applejacks passionate actions.

After a few moments of delicate motion, with the sound of good sucking beginning to punctuate the room, even over the billowing roar of the fire, Applejack momentarily retreated, only licking and lapping up and down Spike’s slippery shaft. “Weh don’t leave me all alone a’workin’ on yer li’l poppycock, Spahkie-poo. Feed that li’l meat stick to meh ‘n lemme give ya a li’l somethin’ special…” Applejack pressed and Spike was only happy to comply. So, he began gently fucking her mouth, slowly thrusting and thrusting his slippery doggy cock into her slightly tightening lips, and he began feeling a hard, sparking pleasure as he did so.

As he plunged his member deeper and deeper into her hot, moist, little mouth, her tongue began tasting and twirling in rapid passes, all around his shaft. Spike nearly squeezed his eyes shut from the intense pleasure. “Haghhh…ohmigosh!!!” he crooned as he continued to feed his cock to Applejacks hungry tongue. Her lips were firmly ringed around his shaft as he fed his meat to her and her tongue twirled and twirled around his body. It was like gently stuffing his cute, sensitive cock into a lovingly warm tornado that wanted nothing more than to eat him gently. “Uahhh!” Spike moaned again as he held firmly to her hat and began a nice round of firm fucking, Applejack generously sucking and pleasuring the sweet, little puppy, and the onlookers fingering themselves in awe, adding to the powerful sexual energy of the room. It was almost like a sexual rain dance.

“Hgggg!” Spike groaned suddenly, gritting his teeth as he felt an intense, unfamiliar feeling tighten him up within his loins. His thrusting became hard and rapid as the sweet sounds of good sucking splashed around the room. Then, with Applejack in great, passionate reception for the little guy’s tasty gift, Spike began releasing a spurting bank of creamy goodness into the country girl’s mouth.

“Mmmmm…mmmhmmhmmmm…” Applejack moaned, drinking down every sweet, hot droplet of love lava that splashed across her tongue, and Spike continued to thrust, thrust, thrust, fucking her mouth and accepting every shot of hard, burning pleasure she had to offer him.

“Hahh…hahh…hahh…” Spike soon panted, slowing his pace down to a trickle, until he collapsed helplessly across the cowgirl’s crown and face. Still, loving all that was happening, Applejack continued for a bit, scratching lovingly across the top of Spike’s little bum and caressing his sensitive balls, while she slowly, lovingly gave him a few sweet, slowly placed twisting sucks, back and forth, back and forth, easy and passionately, tonguing him up as she kept him inside her mouth…before she let him go.

“…Hahhh…hahhh…hahhh…ohmigosh, Applejack…that was greathh!!!” Spike yelped as he panted atop her head.

“Hmhmm…hoo yeah, li’l Spahkie-poo. Yer li’l noodle was good eat’n.” Applejack giggled in reply. “Nayw, ah did yer li’l meat pie here a sweet li’l favor, suh, wha don’tcha get on down there and suck that li’l Christmas ham fer momma?” Applejack suggested, nuzzling and petting the underside of Spike’s body with her nose and mouth.

Spike quickly processed Applejack’s request and slid down to stand upon her excited, swollen breasts to stare gleefully into her eyes. “You mean, you want me to…uhm…what was it called again…um…eat…you out??” Spike asked to clarify, even though he was pretty sure of what she was asking…at least his rapidly wagging tale knew, anyway.

“Gughuhuh…well sure, that’s exactly what ah mean!” Applejack giddily confirmed and the girls laughed hysterically as the puppy backflipped down onto the floor and practically stuffed his face into Applejacks waiting womanhood.

“Hehehe, aren’t’cha’ll just the cutest, frisky pup?” Applejack teased and cheered him on as he began wandering across her inseams.

Spike sniffed and teased around Applejack’s warm, sweaty pussy, as he explored all the hills and valleys around her rosy lips. “Myammmyammyammmmmm…” he moaned with a wet, drooling maw, and, soon after, he engaged in lapping up around every inch of tasty flesh where leg met cute, puffy pubic mound.

“Ah…ohohhmahgoodness…” Applejack moaned as she felt Spikes wet, wandering tongue lick and stroke into her inseams. Spike was happy to find that she was far less apprehensive about getting licked and tasted, immediately near her warm, waiting pussy, far less than Rainbow was, in particular since he was enjoying himself a great deal. Her tasty, salty flesh was savory with salty goodness, prompting him to lick upon her as if he was doing a good number on a lollipop. “Oh mah…” Applejack moaned Spike began licking a horseshoe all over and around her pussy, licking from inseam to inseam, teasingly tasting everything but her sweet smelling pussy. “Oughhh…ya mean little tease, Spike! Work me over already!” Applejack begged, as she waited and waited for the frisky, horny pup to simply start in on her burning cunt…yet, he was teasingly taking his time, barely hearing the panting cowgirl at all. He tickled her a bit, startling her by placing his funny feeling paws onto her thighs and getting a better position so he could enjoy the feast with a nice, stable body. Also…he didn’t want to get so tired, working her body over. “Ohmahgawsh, Spike!” Applejack moaned in great impatience, as he was licking and licking, tasting around everything but her hungry pussy. “Oghh…don’t tease it, no mowr, Spike. Give it to me…an’ give it to me good!”

Spike had to agree that it was time to go ahead and dive right in. After all, he was tired of teasing Applejack…and himself, about getting to the point of curiosity here. So he positioned himself dead center, facing off the anxious country girl’s beautiful, blushing rose, nuzzling and sniffing a bit, with mistily closed eyes, upon her large, swollen clit.

“Ohh…!” Applejack twitched a bit upon contact, feeling the warm breeze of Spike’s breath and the tease of his pulsing nub, and then, he simple dove right in. “Aghh!” Applejack squirmed a bit, when she felt Spikes wide, juicy tongue cap and stroke right over her love canal. He licked heavy and slow, blasting hot breaths across her pussy’s lips and pressing his juicy muscle with great pleasure into the folds of her delicious cunt.

“Ahnnnnnn…” Spike moaned as he tongued and tongued Applejacks sweet, salty, savory little orifice. He slipped his little floppy member into and around her outer labia, loving the taste of her sweet inner meats and outer flesh. He tasted and smoothed over her inner lips and scooped right into her tasty vagina, enjoying the wonderful, smoldering textures and flavors that presented over every inch of pussy he could get into. How could he describe it? She was like a harvest apple dipped in fresh, hot, salted caramel, and the enthusiasm that Spike showed in eating her was getting more intense by the second.

“Hahh…hoohhmigosh, Spike, you’re eat’n me up, something aweful! Ough!” she moaned, her body slowly spilling backward as she opened her legs wider in utter surrender. Her eyes closed and her breath became hot and heavy as Spike continued shocking her pussy with good, constant licking, eating her out at a nice, easy pace and loving the flavor of her hot, sweet womanly meats. He alternated spending time over her tasty lips, slipping his tongue firmly into the opening of her delicious love tunnel, and shocking her body with hard pleasure by tasting and flicking across the hot, swollen jewel of her clitoris. “Hohhmahgawsh!!! Hohhh…y’all’r fixin’ me hard up to exlodehh…ahhh!” Applejack moaned, her body shifting and her head wagging slowly as a fire stoked, hot and heavy, within her core, and, as Spike stroked firmly through her lips and traced shapes around her tasty clit, she began shaking in place and yielding a hot, gentle, pulsing stream of loving pussy juice. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Applejack nearly sang her pleasure as she felt her climax swim through torso and spill through to her very fingertips.

“Ahhhmmmmmm!!!” Spike swooned. His eyes dilated as his palate exploded with something so delicious that it sent him into a feral trance. It was something that reminded him of the grind pressed apple cider back in Ponyville…only this was hot, dazzlingly spiced, and made him feel like he was as strong as a million men. Spike opened his mouth wide and pressed his face up against Applejack’s pussy, sucking and tonguing the juice out of her hot, little pee hole.

“Oghhh! Spaaahhke!” Applejack moaned, eyes shooting wide open, as she felt the thirsty pup tongue and tongue hard into her pussy and suck the life out of it. She arced her back, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, and screamed silently in hard, unyielding pleasure, as her little boy toy sucked and tasted the sweet ambrosia from her loving cunt. “Spihike!!! Stawp! Stawp!!!” Applejack moaned, barely having any control over herself, as the puppy plunged his tongue as deep as he could into the confines of her love canal and began tonguing against a sort of fleshy wall that had presented itself within the first few inches of its depth. He pressed hard and pumped against it, making her squirt more and more delicious ‘applejuice’ from her pussy and quake unbearably from the constant pleasure of it all. Soon, she became far too sensitive and resisted the strain to simply swat the vampire pup off of her. Instead, she screamed “STAHHHWWWPUH!” and wrenched Spike’s furry puppy head away from her hot, exhausted pussy.

After a moment, Spike finally came to his senses and saw that Applejack had gone so loopy that her eyes were doing twisters in her head. He could practically see the stars spinning around her noggin, making him a bit fearful of what he had done. “Ough…uh…Aj! Ah…are you okay! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”

“Hahh…hahh…ohoooweeeh, Spahhke! You sure done a number on me!” Applejack said, trying to regain control of her eyes, as she let the puppy slip down off the couch.

Spike swiftly climbed back onto Applejacks body, perching over her chest, and grabbed her head with his palms, giving her a bit of a shake. “Ahpplejack! Snap out of it!”

She did, thankfully, blinking a few times afterward to bring her vision out of the haze. “Hahahhh…easy, tahger! I’m right as rain…and you, li’l guy, can sure eat the hell outta’ a gal’s pussy, ah tell ya what.” Applejack giggled and sighed through her speech as she picked the puppy up and began smoothing over his head. He was most certainly relieved.

“Wow, Aj. That was…amazing!” Rainbow Dash said, apparently not noticing that she seemed to have a mini orgasm just watching her, the evidence having streamed down her leg slightly.

“Ho boy. Y’all have no idea.” Applejack replied. “I’m a might woozy still, ah tellz ya. This boy sure can buck some.”

Spike giggled as Applejack began tickling his tummy.

“Well, I must say, I’m rather appalled at all of your activities, tonight. You have certainly made utter pigs of yourselves.” Spoke Rarity, arms folded, looking away from the crowd.

Miss Luna giggled. “…Says the girl who stripped down to her undies, just like the rest of us?” she said with a snide little grin and a raised brow.

“Ough…I…I told you…it was extremely hot in here and I needed immediate relief!” Rarity promptly replied, stomping her foot. She said so, yet, she was so embarrassed that her cheeks were blushing something awful. Rainbow and Applejack giggled at her as she turned away again.

“Oh, be naaice, Miss Luna. Come on!” Applejack shifted the conversation. “Ah aym po-si-tive that she’s just bein’ cranky, ‘cause…she ain’t gott’n any yet?”

Rarity turned to Applejack, confused as to her last statement. “I beg your pardon? I haven’t gotten any…what?”

Applejack then lifted Spike towards Rarity, similarly to the way he was presented to Rainbow Dash. “Come on…ya know you wanna.” Applejack teased, waggling the puppy around towards Rarity gently and making his body sway cutely beneath his armpits. “Why don’t’cha give the li’l guy a kiss ‘n take it from there?”

Rainbow Dash began to chuckle. “Now this I gotta see!” she said in great anticipation.

Rarity gasped. “Oh, I do say! I will have no part in this! Not at all!”

Spike didn’t like where this was going. He had the feeling that, even though the rest of the girls in the room felt it was all in good fun, this was something that Rarity was very reserved about. Frankly, he really wanted to share these feelings and pleasures with her. Strangely enough, it was what was making him feel so uneasy about doing it. On top of this, the look in Rarity’s eyes was getting somewhat…turbulent.

“Aw, come on, Rarity. Ain’t’cha in the least bit curious?” Applejack continued to push. Spike suddenly got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, coupled with a vision of him and Rarity committing to each other’s bodies with things that they didn’t want to be forced to do. This time, Spike saw the statement coming a mile away and moved lighting quick to act. “C’mon, Rarity…” Applejack began, “…Ah dayerrghmmmbbb!”

Having twisted around as far as he could, Spike used his paws to promptly shut Applejacks mouth, just before the dare could be stated. “Uhhh…no offense, ladies, but, I think it’s time to call it a night.” the little guy said, staring earnestly into Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Miss Luna’s eyes, and then discretely nodding towards Rarity and the troubled, delicate, frightened look of vulnerability in her eyes. As Spike returned control of Applejack’s mouth to her, the three ladies had a moment of clarity, admitting that their drunken stupor had seen enough wildness.

Miss Luna smiled warmly towards Rainbow and Aj, then considerably towards Rarity. “Indeed.” she said. “Heheh, it has been quite the night for all of us, and, we ought not to impose any more liabilities upon our gracious hostess.”

“Yeah, ah suppose yer right, Miss Luna. S’been fun enough anyways.” Applejack agreed, placing the puppy upon the floor for him to recover himself.

“Aw, man!” Rainbow suddenly began to complain, but, she was promptly shut down by Luna and Applejack’s sharp stares of apprehension. After her eyes shot wide open in surprise, Rainbow reached behind and nervously scratched her head, recanting her attitude, “Uh, ahayee mean, uh…oughhhaaaaaaahhh, yeahhhh. I’m beat, you guys. I’m gonna turn in too.” Thankfully, her plastic yawn wasn’t so fake looking.

Rarity, recognizing that the moment of dread had passed, warmed back up and considered her guest’s accommodations. “Yes, I see. Well, I suppose everyone wouldn’t mind taking advantage of my fine loveseats and sofas here, as, I assure you, they are quite good for napping.”

“They’re absolutely lovely, my dear. I’m certain they’ll be quite adequate.” Miss Luna replied.

“Yeah. Ah mean, aheh…I’ve become quite acquainted with them already, m’self, anyway. Hehehe.” Applejack stated, returning to the lovely, disheveled sofa she and Spike had just used for a hot, sexy give and take.

“Yeah. I’m toootally fine with that, but, if ya don’t mind, I prefer to rough it out on the floor.” Rainbow Dash said, unfurling a sleeping bag.

“Heheh, as you wish.” Rarity replied. ‘…Typical Rainbow Dash.’ she whispered under her breath. “I bid thee all good evening, ladies. And, if any of you need anything, I’ll be in my room. Please, don’t be a stranger?” Rarity greeted as she began her trek towards the double doors and the main hall.

“Alriiiiight…Thaaaaanks…Goodnight…” all of Rarity’s guests replied as they eased themselves into their own spots for the night.

Suddenly, Spike felt quite alone, wanting to cozy up to one of the four girls and nuzzling up a nice warm sleeping place…but, gentleman that he was, he felt he’d imposed upon all of them enough already.

Rarity then noticed the little guy’s lonely demeanor, watching him trudge off towards a dark corner of the room and thinking that he may yet feel so alienated in a strange, new world. “…Oh, Spiiike,” Rarity suddenly called, in her trademark, adorably whiney tune. “Would you be a dear and help me turn down my bed?”

Spike swiftly turned towards Rarity, eyes blazing with throbbing hearts and mouth beaming with a grin. “My pleasure!” he nearly barked, and he bounced like a speeding bullet into Rarity’s arms. The three girls laughed heartily at his reply.

“Oughh, goodness! Hahaha!” Rarity cooed as she received the bubbly pup and cradled him within her arms. “And good night to you, ladies.” she called for a final time, receiving another warm and thankful reply, before she was out the door, leaving them to the fire and the warmth of the lounge.

Spike shifted happily in Rarity’s arms, cozy and warm. “…And a big, big thanks to you too, my little hero.” Rarity said quietly, caressing her cheek to his nose and tickling his belly.

Spike let out a happy panting breath. “…For what?”

“Why…for being quite the gentleman and saving a lady from a rather horrid situation. I’ve eyes, ears, and a heart, my Spikey-poo, and, I assure you, all three of them know exactly what you did.”

Unrequited Love

After ascending a flight of stairs with a lovely brass rail, Spike and Rarity stepped across a landing, a balcony that stood on the far end of the great hall. Rarity let Spike upon his paws so she could operate a set of double doors that were paneled with glass, with the inner side of their room obscured by a set of curtains. Spike took a moment and stared down the hall to the foyer. There were even more chandeliers, much like the one in the lounge, but much smaller, hanging from the ceiling of the hall. They, however, were not turned on at this time, making the hall rather dark and gloomy, especially in the storm. It all made Spike feel somewhat uneasy, so, he backed his furry, little bottom up against Rarity’s leg, garnering her attention. Even rarity had to admit, the great maw of the hall did look quite ghastly without the lights on, but, it wasn’t much of a fright to her, since it was her home. At that, she found Spike’s anxiousness to be…well…cute.

After fidgeting around with the locks, she clicked open one of the doors. “Alright, Spike. Welcome to my room…”

It was ominously dark at first, since Rarity hadn’t flicked on the lights, yet, Spike’s ability, as a dog, to see in the dark helped him a bit. There were long, sweeping shapes that spilled like spider webs throughout the shaded chamber. He could only describe it as the inside of a gigantic skirt or a bell made of large, hanging cloth. Rarity flicked on the light switch, making Spike wince as his eyes did their best to make the instant adjustment. Shading his large, puppy dog eyes with a foreleg, he slowly slipped it down, letting his eyes slowly drink in the light, so that the sharp, jarring pain of unfocused pupils would easily dissipate. Thankfully, the light wasn’t as bright as he thought. In fact, it was caused by yet another crystal gilded chandelier, washing the room with shards and wings of golden light…and what a room it was.

Spike’s eyes grew wide with excitement as he beheld the lady’s room. It reminded him slightly of Rarity’s quarters in Carousel Boutique, similar in shape and size, yet, it was streamed blaringly with drapery of blue and gold. The carpet was deep and thick, of a royal red color, and was an utter delight to step across, making him feel as if he was walking on firmly formed clouds. Too his left was a grand yet miniature fireplace with faux, ceramic logs that suddenly came to life with fire, after Rarity meddled with some button to Spikes left. Its mantle was a creamy, cloudy marble with a Corinthian column motif, making it look like it contained a flame, gifted from some Greek or Roman god, and there was a paneled crystal screen that blocked the hearth’s immediate interactions with the room. It was as if it was a portal to another world. And, when Spike finally wrenched his eyes from the glory of the fireplace, he feasted his eyes upon the main attraction of the room: the bed. It was framed with fair, lightly stained birch with palm carvings. It was draped all around with a gossamer material, wispy and shimmering, as if it contained stars and clouds within its substance. It was a heavenly sight, all of it, with dressers and paneled mirrors to match that sat and stood, here and there about the room, and, of course, jewelry boxes that were spilling with jewels and stones that sparkled every time a line of sight was shifted. And then, of course…there was Rarity.

“…Is something the matter, little Spikey?” Rarity asked, wondering what the puppy was fussing about, his eyes smoldering and wide, as if he was viewing an angel.

Her skin was fine and flawless, pale and delicate like cream. Her dark hair was seductive, yet, when the light caught it, it showed off a gorgeously royal shade of deep blue. Her bra and panties looked like those of a princess; pearly, white, shimmering backgrounds with lacy vines and flowers of gold and blue, making her look like her breasts and nether regions were adorned with enchanted armor. Her eyes were that of tropical skies, making him want to swim and lose himself inside of them, and her lips were cute and delicate…making him want to place the softest, sweetest of kisses upon them…yet…he felt so close and so far away. She did not want to…nor could she…with a dog.

The feeling drained from Spike’s body, as he felt the barren weight of impossibility upon him. His demeanor turned a bit sad. “…N…no…nothing.” he simply said.

Rarity couldn’t understand what was the matter. She simply considered that he was feeling the strain of a strange new place and still didn’t feel quite welcome. With a furrowed brow, she watched as the sad little pup pattered off to the fireplace and found himself a cozy spot upon the smooth, cold marble and eased himself down to rest, looking like a cute, lonely loaf of sweet, pastel colors that simply, obviously, needed some tenderness…some love.

“Thanks, so much, Rarity.” he huffed, tired and drawn from all his recent…activities. “…I really appreciate you going the extra mile to make me feel…welcomed.” he said as he yawned and smacked his lips.

“Dear, dear…oh, Spiiike.” Rarity spoke in her sweet, whiney call.

Spike suddenly looked up and saw that Rarity was slightly crouched. She smiled and patted her palms upon her thighs, signaling him to come to her…not that Spike knew what that meant. Soon enough, Rarity got the idea as well. She rolled her eyes at her and Spike’s failure to communicate and then plainly said, “…Come to mama, Spikey-poo. I’ll NOT let my little hero spend his night on the cold, cold ground.”

Spike instantly opened his eyes wide with excitement and was off like a lightning bolt, leaping into Rarity’s body as she opened her arms and sealed him within, cradling him upon her bosom like a newborn child.

“Ohh, my sweet little Spikey-poo.” Rarity said as she nuzzled her nose to his. “Don’t you worry. I’ll take gooood care of you.”

Rarity toted her little furry loaf of joy through the canopy of her bed, letting the gossamer webs sweep and slip around them as she laid the warmly satiated pup upon the previously undisturbed sheets. Spike instinctively began pattering around in a circle, preparing himself to huddle into a tight, warm little doughnut for the evening, as Rarity began slipping into the cool, silken sheets. They were soft and golden, shimmering within another light source, which Spike interestingly found housed within the canopy of the bed frame itself. The light bulb cascaded light across the smooth, shimmering silk, now sweetly defining the sculpted curves of Rarity’s half-naked body as she settled beneath the covers. Spike began easing down, taking in the lovely view of her landscape, when she suddenly produced a somewhat angry look towards the unsuspecting pup.

“Oh no you don’t…” Rarity pouted as she regarded the light blue doggy loaf huddled several feet away from her. She rolled down the sheet before her, revealing her proud, ‘armor clad’ bosom. “…YOU…are staying with ME.” she demanded with a smile as she opened her arms, yet again.

Spike wanted to leap into her arms, yet, again, felt somewhat apprehensive. “A…I don’t wanna intrude…” he muttered, his paws slightly dragging him forward but his mind pulling him back.

Rarity smiled with a troubled brow, as his candor was, least be said, admirable and gentlemanly. “Ohh, my little Spikey-wikey. Come to mama. You DON’T have to be so reserved with me.”

Spike smiled back in the same uneasy way and then came forward. Rarity scooped him up into her arms and pressed him gently into her chest, nuzzling her cheek upon his muzzle and embracing him until he simply melted upon her body. ‘Ahhhh…’ Spike sighed, making Rarity giggle a bit, and then they settled into silence.

“I must admit, it is rather strange to have another sentient being within the confines of my bed…a boy, nonetheless, hehehe, and yet…” Rarity paused and reached around the corner of her bed frame to click off some unseen light switch. The canopy was shaded now, save for the soft, shifting light that spilled forward from the fireplace. “…Yet, I don’t feel as if I have much to fear from a keeyoot little puppy-wuppy like you, Spikey-poo.”

Her words were music to his heart. “…Thanks…that means a lot.” Spike replied, and turned his soft, furry puppy ear to Rarity’s chest and listened to her heartbeat. It was like listening to a deep, thunderous waltz with a single silent note.

“Tell me, Spike, what’s the ‘other’ me like?”

Spike rose his head and peaked curiously, through the valley of Rarity’s large, womanly breasts, and observed her plain set, sweet little face. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, I was wondering…are we similar in any fashion?”

“Oh, hehe, funny you should say that, ‘cause, fashion is the thing that the both of you seem to really love.”

Rarity’s eyes lit up with curiosity, “Really?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. I mean, if anypony ever lived, breathed, ate, and slept fashion in all of Equestira…I know not another soul, except my Lady Rarity.”

The awestruck little lady’s eyes eased into an almost teary state. Her ears were drinking in every word, as she felt they gave her very being absolute strength in validity. “Oh, please, do go on.” she said, trying to compose herself, swallowing her overwhelming pride and joy.

“Oh, yeah, I mean, you’re both so similar! You’re both masters at fine living and dress, and, both of you are absolute queens of just plain making yourself look soooo beautiful and gorgeous, and…eghhp…” a sudden shock of nervousness and a quick fill of blush filled Spike’s cute, puppy face. His head rustled around in Rarity’s bra as his face aimed slightly away from Rarity’s eyes.

Rarity blushed, her heart and belly filling with butterflies, despite the fact that she was hearing all of this from a magical…talking…dog. “…You…really think that of me?”

Although Spike felt it safe to let loose such a comment for his world’s Rarity, since he was sitting safe behind a universal portal of space, he had only just realized that he felt no different for this world’s Rarity. In fact, her dark hair and shimmering face, accented by the golden fireplace flames that played shadows across her face in the darkness, looked absolutely breathtaking to him, taking him up in the same spirit of adoration that he felt for his lady back home. “Ohhhyeahh…absolutely.”

Rarity looked away, embarrassed. “…Oh…Spike…”

The innocence of her reaction made him curious. “…Has anyone…ever told you…h…how beautiful…you look?”

“S…Spike…really now…” She was suddenly filled with such emotion, she felt that she could just die…or explode…either or, right then and there.

Spike, coming to the sudden understanding of how forward he was being to her, began to retract his statements. “Uh…heh…uhm…oh…I, uh…I mean…I really shouldn’t have, uh…said…”

“…Oh…um…that is…aheh…not with…heheh…not with as much honesty as yours.” Rarity answered, trying to keep their discussion somewhat objective.

But Spike was derailed by her words. As he understood it, she was not receiving the praise of beauty worthy of her being. Her rose to his feet, spouting a spirited string of words, expressing his thoughts. “…Thah…that’s impossible…unthinkable…INCONCEIVABLE!!!”

Rarity winced from Spike’s odd rush of anger and turned the canopy light back on to get a better look at him, afraid of what he was getting on about. “Spike, really! What are you getting so worked up about?” Rarity slid herself back slightly against the headboard, rolling the sheets off of Spike and the parts of her body where he stood as well, so she could prop her head up a bit and gain a view on the puppy, even preparing her hands at her side to swat him off if needed.

Spike suddenly calmed down, realizing that his reaction was fairly brash. “Oh…uhm, sorry.” He resolved to setting his little rump upon her belly and placed his forward paws below her breasts to prop himself up from his shoulders. “I just mean, well…you’re just so totally gorgeous and all, and, it’s kinda hard to believe that colts…eh…b…boys your age aren’t just showering you with praise and stuff.”

Rarity, absorbing the reasons for Spike’s behavior, suddenly felt quite flustered again. “Oh, Spaeeheek. Well, I mean, every so often, I do get surrounded by a crowd of adohhring boys, but…really, I just usually avoid that kind of thing.” Rarity said, relaxing a bit and slumping back down to bed level. She reached up and began playing with Spike’s big, floppy ears then, making him slump down upon her body in a likewise manner as she. “Really, Spikey-poos, you mustn’t let such a thing get to you so.”

“Mmmyeah…I know, but…I mean…Rarity…even my Rarity…you’re just so…beauuuuutifulllhhhh…” Spike moaned, letting his cute, misty eyed puppy head ooze into her beautiful brassiere, adoringly nestling his head and gently caressing it against her large, cushioned breasts.

“Ohh, Spikey-poo, you are absolutely gorgeous too…mmmmmm…” Rarity said as she caressed the top of his furry, little head with her cheek and gently hugged him against her body. She couldn’t tell if her lack of apprehension against his cuddling her bosom was due to her slightly drunken state of mind or just that she really, really liked his loving presence towards her. Either way, she simply loved his gently caressing, little puppy head and how it made love to her slightly firming breasts, through her finely embroidered bra.

Having become a short order connoisseur of young, perky breasts, over the events of the past few hours, he had to admit, he really liked it here, between Rarity’s fine, large, custard cups. “Ayeee hope you don’t mind me saying so…and…uh…don’t tell the other girls, but, yours are the finest pair of…what are these things called again?”

Rarity giggled. “…Breasts?” she replied, staring adoringly at her Spikey-wikey’s cute, little face as he looked to her for answers.

“Yeah, breasts.” Spike confirmed. “Ahhhhh…I looove yours, Rarity. They’re just so nice…and soft…and big…it’s like…it’s like…touching my head between two nice, warm, heeeeaaavenly clouds…mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh…”

Rarity giggled again, making Spike’s body bounce around upon her belly a bit. “Hmhmhmmm…oh, thank you so much, my little Spikey-wikey.”

Belly to belly, Rarity could feel Spike’s warm, fuzzy body caress against her navel as he even reached up and placed his furry forearms and paws around her large womanly range, embracing and falling in love with the things and making her feel just the teasing suggestion of warm, sexual pleasure.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. “…Oh why not…” she moaned and then slipped her nimble hand underneath Spikes cheek and dragged her beautifully embroidered bra up and off her breasts, now leaving the soft, beautiful mounds of womanly flesh shining in Spikes widened eyes.

“…Y-you…wah?” Spike stammered, rising up off her body and staring back at her for confirmation.

Rarity smiled, hazily, seductively...submissively, yet, she maintained a somewhat dominant posture. “You may sample my…fiiine rack of lamb, but, ehdo be gentle…if you would?”

They both giggled a moment. “Yes, milady.” Spike bowed gently…and then went in to partake of her gorgeous rack.

The behavior of her breasts upon touch was, by far, strange, in comparison to Applejack’s and Rainbow Dash’s. These were full, large objects, as big as his head, that were, in a word…dynamic. He gently played upon them, pressing them from their sides and caressing their outermost edges with his paws. They jiggled easily as if they were two, huge water balloons, and he liked them…a lot.

Rarity looked upon the pup with curiosity, observing his strange behavior, as he seemed to be mesmerized by her womanly orbs. With wide eyes he surveyed them, pressing and massaging into them, holding them like miniature beach balls in his paws, before he started circling all around. As Rarity felt his rough yet gentle paws caress her, circling all over her firming breasts, she began to succumb to the gentle pleasure he was giving her. “…Ohhhhh…” she moaned as Spike circled and circled slowly over her breasts, his palms getting lost in their paths across her skin as if he was sculpting a Zen garden. Soon, lost in total adoration and worship for the lady’s sweet, flawless skin, Spike closed his eyes and slowly submerged himself upon her, placing his cute, puppy face between her breasts and stroking them both with his furry cheeks, sometimes one and then the other, even letting his lips and breath trace around this area in total worship. She was quite sensitive and very receptive to touch here…and well thankful of it too. “Ohhh, Spikehhheh…” Rarity giggled as he pleasured across nearly all the surfaces of her womanly mountain range. She began petting and gently scratching behind his ears in reply to all he was giving her. It seemed an adequate response, as he seemed to gently increase the firmness of his touch.

For a good while, he took her body like this, loving her through touch alone, but, soon, his curiosity got the better of him. Even though he was somewhat reluctant to make a…hot mess of her, there were some things he had to know. So, he began, slowly, gently, lapping with his warm, wet, slippery little doggy tongue, licking right between her touchy, sensitive breasts…and it drove her wild.

“Ohohhh…Spiiikehh!” Rarity moaned, as his tasting of her flesh sent shivers through her body. She had to admit, if she didn’t have the self control to contain herself there, she could have outright came.

Spike progressed from valley to hill, starting a slow, snaking path over one wide and now firm slope, and then the other. A vision of flower petals spun in his head as his palate was filled with the fragrance of flowery essences, sweet and delicious. Her perfumed skin was like herbal candy to him as he lapped, lapped, lapped, tasting up and across each inner slope of her breasts. And then, finally, he reached the sweet, warm, enigmatic cherry, sitting as the peak of each of these beautiful Everests.

His eyes had been gently closed, all this time that he was enjoying her body. He opened them a moment, as his wide, open mouth blasted hot, excited breaths upon the objects of his attention and affection, and drank in the sight of her large, deeply colored areolas and tall, robust, attentive nipples. Rarity watched nervously, as it seemed all motion stopped, and waited for the mesmerized pup to begin his feast upon her. He closed his eyes, letting his tongue protrude, ever so gently, out of his hungry mouth, and then began stroking, slowly and vigorously, around her tasty, rosy buds.

“Oughhh…Spikehh!” Rarity chirped as light shards of pleasure shot through her breasts. Every time she felt his warm, juicy tongue circle and flick around her nipples, her skin tingled and her body gave a gentle shudder. Her tasty, sensitive flesh was a pure delight to him, as he felt the echo of pleasure radiate back into his being, as she writhed slowly in place, letting her hands smooth over his body in adoration…absolute positive feedback.

Spike pressed her large breasts together, in an act of hungered efficiency, until her nipples touched in place, and began feasting on them both. Swifter and hungrier, he lapped upon her tasty buds and tasted upon her sweet, delicious skin, fragrant and womanly, as if he was supping upon the candied petals of lavender and rose.

Rarity’s legs began crossing and shifting, sometimes embracing Spike’s lower half, sometimes simply rubbing across each other, over her burning love box. Her moistening womanhood and soaking panties were now beginning to sign their presence into the sheets. It all made her a bit uncomfortable, partly because she didn’t quite want evidence of their little soiree…the other part being…she was now simply hungry for more.

“Oughhh…Spiiiikeh…you’re making me wet my sheets!” Rarity called forth his attention.

Spike retreated from her body a moment. Furrowing his brow in concern, he turned behind to observe the widening spot that was evident in the silk below. “Oh…heh…yeah. Sh…should I…stop now? It’s okay if you want me to…” he replied, returning his attention to the lady ahead of him.

“Oh, ghoodness! Absolutely not! Do you not know that it’s absolutely horrid to keep a lady wating?”

Spike was a bit puzzled at that. “Heh…of course, but…um…wait…waiting for…what?”

Rarity’s eyes became misty and adoring. “You could perhaps help me out and…plug up my little problem.” she spoke teasingly, her delicate hands reaching up and petting over his head, loving the feeling of his smooth fur.

Spike’s confusion was a bit stubborn. His body retracted to sit upon her belly as he asked, “Hhhhhaw am I supposed to do that?”

She then smiled the most delicate of smiles, saying, “…I want you inside of me.” before she gently pinched and caressed down his silky, floppy ears.

“…You want me to…wah?”

Rarity smiled warmly. Her hands began wandering down the cute puppy’s underbelly, slowly closing with his gently excited, protruding manhood. As her fingertips gently alighted upon his tender, sensitive flesh, she spoke in a voice that made her sound like she was partaking of a delicate cupcake of devil’s-food. “…I want you…to take this maaarvelous thing…and put it…inside of me.”

Spike shuddered at her touch. His soft, slippery shaft began firming and pulsing within her fingertips. “Aughhh…yy…you mean…down there?”

“…Yes, daaahhling. Right…down…there…as far and deep as you can get it into me.”

Spike grinned, nervously. “Eheh…a-as the lady wishes.” he said.

“Ohh, she dahhhs. She really dahhhs.” Rarity said, playing at his ears still, and then he quickly got to work upon her.

Spike took a few steps back, until his face was hovering above the hot, wet spot within the silken sheets. Steadily, he began peeling down the covers, slowly, anxiously, revealing now to him the beautiful landscape of her shapely hips, the smooth complexion of her flawless skin, and the hot, wet, juicy mess that nearly steamed before him. Her soaked, pearly, ivory panties teased as their soaked fibers clung like a negligee around her plump, fragrant, womanly lips. Hungrily, Spike dove in and pressed his hungry muzzle and pulsing nostrils into the heated candy box that he was so dire to get at.

Rarity squealed and yelped as she felt Spike’s excited snout press and waggle right into her clitoris. “Oh! Spike! Hoohoohhh…no teasing, you little horny dog. Just get on with it…your lady demands it of you.”

Spike recovered his face from her fragrant, womanly flower and hurriedly began to strip her of her soaking panties, slowly and delicately catching them around her hips and tugging them off her body with his claws. “Ohhh, as the lady wishes. You know, Rarity would never let me do this to her, back home.”

Rarity giggled in reply. “Wehhhhlllll…I maaay be a fooool, in other dimensions, but, here…Ayyeeem a lady who KNOWS what she wants.” she boasted, resting her hands upon her breasts as she watched Spike clear her panties from her ankles and then turn to regard her sweet, bald, innocent pleasure box.

“Hohhhyeahhh…” Spike moaned. He wanted it badly, so, he placed a paw on either side of her delicate pussy to support himself and then dove in again, hungrily, constantly lapping up her sweet juices and wandering madly all over the area.

“Ah…aghhh! N-nohhh! Stophhhh!!!” Rarity chirped as Spike’s actions shocked her with pleasure. But she was in no mood for hors d’oeuvres. She wanted the main course.

Rarity gently yet savagely grabbed the puppy’s wandering head. “Enough ‘chit chat’.” she said with infernos erupting within her eyes and a demon smile upon her face. “GIVE…IT…TOOHHH…MEEEEEHHHH!” she growled, giving Spike a feeling of fear, arousal…and admiration. She wanted him to fuck her…now.

Rarity carried him forward, supporting him from underneath his armpits, until his hips were aligned with hers and his slippery, little member was kissing upon her pussy’s lips. Slowly, deftly, he began stroking into her pussy’s inner meats, gently introducing his key into her burning lock, and getting surrounded by the pleasure, the sensation of her burning flesh. “hhhhHHHGHHHHH…hhhoughhhh!!!” Spike moaned as his hips began a slow, single push. Rarity threw her head back in easy yet intense pleasure as she felt his shaft slip slowly, slowly into her body, pleasing and answering the hunger of her burning cunt. It was as if his slowly firming flesh worked well to snuff out the fires within her pussy’s chamber, stroking and stroking slowly across the slick, slippery inner walls of her cunt…and yet, new, passionate flames of electric power were forming in their wake.

“Ahh…oh ghaaadd, Spikehh! Yess! Put it inside of me…all the way inhh!!!” Rarity moaned as Spike continued his thrust home, through the hot, wet, loving walls of her love canal. Spike could feel her vaginal walls begin to tighten their embrace upon him, drinking the sensation from his firming cock, until he was at last home. His large, freely hanging testicles kissed beneath Rarity’s lower lips, his shaft was buried until the hilt of its body, and her vaginal walls, lovingly, intensely hugged all around him, locking him deeply in place. He was in heaven…and Rarity’s hunger was finally met. Her body had what it wanted.

“Oughhhhh…I could…stay like this…foreverhhh!” Spike answered, panting.

Rarity finally let go of the boy, allowing him to latch his legs around her hips for a more pronounced form of support. “Oughhh…yes indeed, Spikey-poohhh. Your little…ehehmmm…or not so little doggy bone sure does wonder for a lady’s soul.”

“Mmmmm…I’ll say…” Spike replied, as misty-eyed as Rarity, and his body began instinctively producing a motion that he simply found divine. He was glad it was there and that he didn’t need to discover or answer for it, himself. Spike began gently thrusting, back and forth inside of her, letting his stiffening cock feel more and more pleasure through his motion. “Ouhhhh…why am I doing thathhh??? Oh…forget the reason…I love itehhh!” Spike moaned, panting harder as he continued to fuck her tight and loving pussy.

“Aouhhhhhhyeeeeeesssss, dearieeeeee. Ohhhhh, my little pussy-woosie looooves you tooooo, for that, Spiiikehhh. Oh you certainly doo know how to treat a lady…” Rarity moaned sweet nonsense to him as he continued to fuck, pounding gently into her pussy at an easy pace. They both settled into a speechless, hot, and heavy form of lovemaking, Spike constantly pounding and thrusting into her body, and Rarity laying back and letting the waves of wide, loving pleasure wash over her body, through every fiber of her being. As she closed her eyes and felt the fires of pleasure spill through to her very fingertips, making her head roll left and right in sweet, burning passion, she began to feel a thick, manly sensation present itself, just within the first third of her love canal. The knot of Spike’s manly doggy cock began to swell and fill her up with explosive pleasure, causing her vaginal walls to tighten up, pressing upon him and hungrily grabbing for more of his body. “OHHHHHH, SPIKEHHH! OHHH…MY LITTLE PUSSY LOOOOVVES THAT THING!!!” Rarity moaned in an animalistic rasp. Her arms embraced about her own breasts as her body tightened in response. Her legs wrapped around the puppy’s rump and her back began to arch. Her pussy pushed back, hard and hungry, against his now large, pronounced knot, and she felt as if she was about to explode.

“HAH! HAH! HAH! OHHHH, RARITEEEEEHHH!!!” Spike panted and groaned. He loved fucking her pussy. Her every wall loved and embraced him with hungry passion, surrounding and squeezing upon his now huge, meaty shaft, as he thrust and thrust himself into her. The fore-measure of her love canal, just beyond her hungry lips, was making love to his manhood’s loving doggy knot, pressing hungrily against him, making him feel as if there was a firm, large, ravenous tongue within, pressing and licking against his bulb and simply couldn’t get enough of him.

Rarity was utterly speechless. Her brow pressed together and her teeth sexily gritted within her mouth as she sucked in hard, cold breaths. The pleasure was totally overwhelming, as he pumped and pumped his cock within her pussy, shocking her hard with almost sharp, sparking pleasure. Sheets of sweat made her gorgeous body shimmer as she opened her mouth wide now, gasping for air. Her hands hungrily clutched around Spike’s torso. Her legs crossed and locked behind Spikes rump. And now, as she felt him fuck her pussy, again and again and again, she squealed. She felt like she was exploding.

“Ohhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h—h-hhhhhhh----!” Spike heard Rarity nearly sing a bird-like, high pitched, broken note, and then…

“AghhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHYEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!...” she squealed, nearly screaming. Spike almost didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to stop. It felt to cursedly good, but, he was worried about her. But then, he himself felt that he was about to explode. The pleasure overwhelmed his conscious mind and he began pounding and pounding and pounding into her tight, burning flesh. Every time his knot squeezed and stroked back against the firmness of her flesh, Rarity began to gush…spill…shoot hot splashes of burning love juice from just above his shaft, spilling I all over his thankful, thrusting manhood. It felt absolutely divine. He continued, fucking and fucking her, not wanting to stop for an instant, her pussy absolutely gripping and sucking the ever loving life out of his hungry cock, and he didn’t want any of it to stop. He shoved at lightning speed, making love to her body, and giving her all that she could handle, squeezing the hot, burning pussy juice from her thankful cunt…and then a shock deep within his loins prompted him to fuck harder and faster…until he absolutely exploded inside of her.

“AAAAUGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Spike screamed, arcing his back and shoving his cock deeply home. His member throbbed, lovingly, inside of her, spurting and shooting hot, thick rivers of cum deep into her cunt.

“Oghhhohhh…Spiiiiihehhh…” Rarity moaned, half conscious, thoroughly satiated, as she felt her inner chambers fill up with burning gallons of sweet, liquid love. They both shook and shuddered in place, their bodies giving out and collapsing from the absolute walls of passion and pleasure that had just rammed through them…and then, they were done.

In a delightful, steaming pile of fur and flesh, Spike resting upon Rarity’s gorgeous, shimmering body in the canopy light, the length of time at which they simply panted in silence could not be known. It felt like hours, but, certainly, it was suspended within only a few minutes, a blissful silence of pleasure and unspoken love.

Spike began to stir, still sheathed within Rarity’s warm, moist crevice. He slowly, painfully, carefully slipped himself out of her…a regrettable action which left a small portion of the bed…flooded.

“Ohnoh…agehh…heayyegggg…Rarity! I need to…we need…oh, gosh! It’s getting everywhe…huh?” Spike stopped his little panic party and looked his lady over. She was breathing, slow and steady, but, she was totally unresponsive.

Spike pattered his little feet over and around her body, trying to get her attention. “Rarity??” he called. No answer. He tapped, shook, and outright swatted against her cheek. There was nothing. He knew not at all what was wrong with her. “Rarity!!!” Spike screamed. Utter worry shot through his little, puppy body as he scrambled in thought over what to do.

Quick as a whip, he dragged the covers back over her, leapt off the bed, and headed straight for the door. The only thought within his mind was that he needed help. He was certain the girls downstairs could make good on that. Thankfully, the doorknobs were of the leaver variety, so, he leapt once, twice, three times, tiring out his already exhausted little legs, but, getting a little bit closer, each time he bounced back with more momentum. Finally, he reached the latch with his face and clamped onto it with his jaws. His weight was just enough to jolt and drag the knob downward, clicking the door open. Hurriedly, he pawed the door open and bolted towards the stairs. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

Dancing in the Dark - Verse 1

Spike ran frantically, grabbing on to the very tips of each step that he was bounding across. He felt fairly safe doing so for a while, until he felt his velocity increasing…rapidly. He missed a step and then bounced down like a basket ball, finally sliding his rump across the marble floor when bumped off the last step.

Fortunately, his quick butt slide got him straightaway in front of the double doors to the lounge. Unfortunately…the door knobs were just that…knobs. There was nothing he could possibly do to open them. He began whimpering and scratching at the base of the door, hoping that one of the girls was still awake. “Come ahhnnnnnn…somepony, anypony! Heeelp!!!”

Within a few seconds, the knob clicked and turned. Someone was opening the door.

“Oh, praise Celestia!” Spike cried more calmly, waggling his tail as he sat his rump down and waited.

Vice Principal Luna poked her head first out of the door. “Oh, it’s just cute, little Spike. Did you get lost? Afraid of the dark, perhaps?”

“No! Princess Luna…you’ve gotta come, quick! There’s something wrong with Rarity!” Spike stammered.

Puzzled but then quickly taken by the spirit of urgency at which Spike presented himself, Luna scooped up the puppy and sprinted like an Olympian, straight down the hall and up the stairs, bounding three and four steps at a time. She quickly rounded the corner, flew with a few hard, leaping strides across the landing, and all but tore back the door to Rarity’s room. She quickly ran and shoved the canopy curtains aside and looked Rarity over…surprised to find that she was quiet…sweetly smiling a LARGE smile, and was only fast asleep.

The only thing, at the moment, that she saw was wrong was that she was covered in sweat. Luna pressed the back of a hand to her forehead, “What exactly is wrong with her, Spike?”

“Ughhh…ahaaaeee don’t know! I tried calling her name and even nudging at her cheek…even slapping her, trying to get her to wake up…she’s not!” Spike nervously replied, twiddling his paws and hoping Rarity was alright.

“Hmm…she’s not only slightly warmer than normal, I’d say…but she looks like she’s been running a marathon, or…” Luna considered the great, satisfied grin across her face. “…Can you tell me what happened before…hmm?” Luna noticed that Rarity’s body was warmer than her face. In fact, the whole atmosphere of the canopy made it feel as if it was late summer. She began peeling down the sheets, slightly…

“Uhh…heh…ayeee don’t think you should do that…” Spike panicked.

“But, Spike she’s roasting under there! Why wouldn’t I want to…” She then quickly noticed the large, in fact massive, wet spot…or lake, of moisture, gathering all around Rarity’s womanhood through the sheets. Nearly certain of foul play, she all but ripped the sheets from the bed…revealing the hot, steaming, sweaty, gooey mess…that was Rarity’s lower body. Miss Luna’s eyes widened, first with shock, then, with simple, happy surprise. She raised an eyebrow and then dragged her gaze onto Spike…who was now blushing to no end.

“…YOUR handiwork, I suppose?”

“Aheheh…y…yeah…we, uh…sorta got…carried away…there.” he answered, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Wehhlll…you two certainly look like you had a LOT of fun.” Miss Luna said as she carefully covered up the hot mess that was Rarity. “I’m just regretful that…you didn’t find the presence of mind to invite ME in on it…how thoughtless of you.” Luna teased as she turned and began wandering out of the room. However, she stopped as she set her hand upon the lever of the door. She put some fingers into her mouth and whistled towards Spike, motioning kindly yet firmly for him to follow. “She needs her…beauty sleep, Spike. I suggest you leave her to it.”

“So…she’s gonna be alright?” Spike asked nervously as he pattered down the hall, next to Miss Luna.

“Certainly, Spike. It is uncommon, but, during extreme senses of orgasm, a lady can, in fact, pass out. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Miss Luna replied, guiding them down the hall and clicking the door to the lounge open so Spike could get in. Luna followed right after.

“Orga…wha?”

Luna giggled slightly, stopping to consider a simpler description of what she was getting at. “Splashy…explosion?” she settled. “She did, ahm…explode on you, didn’t she?”

A large, goofy grin crossed Spike’s lips then. “Hoohyeah, mhehe…she sure did…ehm…I mean, yes, princess, she did…a lot.”

A grinning smirk crossed Luna’s lips as she shook her head. She reached down and scratched upon Spike’s forehead. “Yoooonaughty, nwaughty boy!” she crooned. Spike panted happily as she did. Luna took him up and cradled him in her arms, scratching and playing at his belly. “It looks like you really showed her a good time, didn’t you?” Luna teased with a smile as she made her way towards the refreshment table.

“Hehe, yeah. We didn’t really…ya know…plan on doing that or anything. It just…sorta…”

“Heheheh…happened. Yes, I understand.” Luna giggled as she let Spike lay across the table and she began to feed him little shreds of turkey, some sweet honey ham, and a few sheets of lovely peppered roast beef. “Sometimes a lady’s needs can…overwhelm her own judgment, but…that’s not aaalways a bad thing, mind you.”

“Mmmmmmnnnnnnhhh…” Spike moaned as he snapped up each piece. “No way…never.”

Vice Principal Luna took Spike away to her spot on a lazy chair, bathing in the light of the smoldering fire. She cradled Spike in one arm while gracefully balancing a plate of more meats, cheeses, and crackers. Having satiated the frisky pup’s thirst with a plastic cup of water, a few moments before, Spike was waggling his tail and ready for more.

“Hehehe, you really like this stuff, don’t you?” Luna teased adoringly, as she playfully dangled a slice of ham before the puppy’s face.

“Hah, hah, hah…ohh yeah. Gimmie!” Spike happily begged, as he pawed at the cut of meat slightly, his tongue delighting in the few droplets of juice that sparkled across his taste buds.

Luna dropped it upon him and his jaws quickly snapped shut over their prize, with Luna now giggling as Spike snapped and chewed at the delicious sweetness and savory saltiness. “Ahhhahhhhh…I can’t imagine what the others back home would say if they saw me eating this.” Spike crooned his satisfaction.

“Really? Do you think they’d like our world’s faire?” Luna delighted in this conversation about another world…and in the little dog’s antics over a piece of beef.

“Nyopff…jeyrr awrr vejmawhewiampfff…mmmphhh…” Spike stated through his enthusiastic chewing.

“Oh…I see. Well, you needn’t fret. We’ve vegetarians here as well. They’re just not as common as omnivores.”

“Ommwiwhamm??”

“Omnivores, Spikey, dear. That means we eat plants and animals.”

“Ohhhh…I eat plants, animals…sometimes, and, most of all…jeewwwwellls.”

“You…EAT jewels?” Luna was taken aback at this.

“Uh huh. I especially like rubies.”

After observing Miss Luna’s absolute shock over the matter, Spike stopped wagging and wondered over her reaction. “…What’s wrong?” he said, getting slightly worried.

“No offense, Spike, but, gems are rare and precious here. The idea of snacking on them, to us, would seem absolutely…preposterous.”

Spike didn’t quite understand the word, even though he’d heard Rarity utter it in disbelief, a fair amount of times, but, he assumed around about what it meant. “Well, they’re kinda rare, in Equestria, but, not THAT rare. I occasionally enjoy them mixed in a cake or, maybe, a bowl of cereal, but, still, I don’t get them all that often.”

Luna’s reaction, an almost vulnerable one at that, made her look slightly troubled, but…deliciously curious. Spike had her attention, absolutely. She continued to feed Spike more bits of beef and turkey all the while to lubricate the conversation. “This sounds so utterly fascinating! I do hope that I’ll get to see it, one day.”

“Oh, sure! I mean, even if thzjew feeww awmmwl iphhee mboup vee ovurphh, ahmm pwiittee sure they’ll wanna meephh woo…mmmmmmm…” Spike mumbled through his chewing.

“Are you certain? They’d really want to meet me?”

“Oh, yeah! You’re one of the most famous figures in all of Canterlot…even all of Equestria!”

Luna was practically glowing. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright and childish. She immediately began daydreaming of a world of wonders and jewels, sprinting down a landscape of rolling hills and flowers made out of precious stone, in the light of a shining, crystal castle.

Spike swallowed down his last mouthful, looking up into Luna’s shining face, in expectation of another tasty morsel of food…and was suddenly silent. Soon, even his eyes began filling with stars. His mouth slowly formed a silent ‘ooh’ sound and his heart was aflutter in his chest. He simply couldn’t stop staring.

“…Princess Luna?...” Spike spoke, involuntarily and in utter surrender to what he was feeling.

“Oh yes, my dear Spike?” Luna answered, still trapped in her daydream.

“You look…sohhhwwww…gohrrrrrgeousssssss!”

“Oh thank you! Thank you all for…ehwhat?” Luna snapped out of her daydream when she realized the tone of Spike’s adoring comment.

Spike was so awestruck by her dark, piercing, shining beauty that he was utterly possessed by the spirits that pushed him. He was staring up into her face, ‘elbows’ planted firmly upon her lap as they propped up his star-struck, dizzy little head.

Luna smiled warmly, giggling at the little pup’s condition. “Ohohhh, Spikey-poooo…” She took him forward from behind his forelegs and gave him a close-eyed, first class Eskimo kiss. “You’re cute tooooo.”

“Mmmmmuahhhhhhh…” Spike melted in her arms and wagged his tail with love.

Miss Luna, after nuzzling his wet, little doggy nose to her heart’s content, laid him across her lap and began softly tickling and stroking across Spike’s belly, making him giggle quietly. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” Luna teased with a slightly deep, seductive tone in her voice. “Ahyeee doo hope you’re not trying to add ME tonight to your little…list of conquests?”

“Huh??” Spike asked, still half dazed and lost in the noticing of this dark, fiery woman’s beauty.

“You aren’t hoping to make quick work of me like you did Rarity now, are you?” Miss Luna asked with a raised brow as she continued petting across Spike’s belly.

Spike suddenly panicked in reaction. “N-nnoh! Of course not! That was…we didn’t plan to…”

Luna giggled sweetly at Spikes nervousness. “Oh, calm down, Spiike. I was only teasing.” she said with a slightly deep, sexy rasp to her voice.

“Oh, heheh. Yeahokay.” Spike deflated his fear.

“…Ahbut, you know…I wouldn’t mind going a few rounds with you, Spikey-poo.” Luna spoke, looking over Spikes body and over his soft, furry, genital pouch and pair of large, curious balls. “Aand, you made quite the portrait up there, painting Rarity with such masculine colors and framing her in such gooorgeous feminine beauty. I feel as though I’ve lost the part!” Miss Luna teased masterfully, her words weaving spider’s webs within his ears and hypnotizing him, as her hands slowly began petting over his soft pouch and large, firm balls.

“Hehhh…hehhh…houghhhh…” Spike moaned as she stroked and nursed his manly bits, warmly massaging and exciting his little doggy cock and getting a nice, slow erection from him.

“After all…I can’t have Applejack or Rarity outdoing my skill as a woman now, can I?” Luna came down upon him, her face and lips teasing and kissing down Spike’s furry throat and underbelly, getting ever closer to his slowly rising manhood. “Not by pussy…” she said as, her classy accent and delectable pronunciation of the word making it sound like a forbidden fruit, as she courted his slippery cock with her lips. “…or…” she opened wide and began to tease him with her tongue. “…by mouth.” she finished her hot, little sentence and then began sucking on him, nice and firmly.

“Hah…aaahhuuuughhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh…” Spike moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. She was taking him all in, every inch of him. Her lips firmly rolled and slid up and down his stiffening shaft, while her tongue’s broad, hot, slippery surface stroked across him with gentle pressure. He was stiffening and growing into a huge length and girth, with Luna getting only hungrier as he did. She continued to massage his delicate, sensitive balls, all the while nursing him to peak hardness, until his knot began presenting itself and she was all too happy to begin cupping it, stroking it, and massaging all around its stiffening girth, until it became as big as it could be. She absolutely loved and adored it. “Hhhohhhohhhhhhh…” Spike shuddered as he felt every part of his manhood pleasured by this wild, sexy, insatiable woman. He filled her mouth well and was long enough for her to even swallow a bit of his head by throat. She took long, twisting sucks, up and down his cock at a nice, medium pace, enjoying every inch of him and loving the sweet panting sounds and chirps of pleasure that occasionally escaped Spike’s lips.

“Mmmmmhmhmmmm…Rarity certainly tastes good upon you, little Spikey.” Luna commented, only briefly relieving his cock from hot, sweet pleasure…but then quickly returning to her meaty feast, as she was incredibly hungry.

“Oughhhhaahhh…yuh…you can taste herhh on meehhh??” Spike huffed, barely able to get the words out.

“Oh yess. Absolutely, Spikey-poo.” Miss Luna crooned, drawing her words out in a high-pitched, sexy tone. “There is a nice…mmm…fragrant…mmmmmhhh…perfumed sweetness that most certainly wasn’t there before. She DOES have quite the distinct flavor, doesn’t she?” Luna commented, a teasing note in her voice. But her little question session lasted only a moment, before she was upon him again, sucking and feasting, devouring his cock like a professional porn star.

“Oughhh, yeahhhhh…” Spike replied, although, it wasn’t exactly to the last question she posed. The full, fiery shock of pleasure of having his manhood surrounded and enveloped by her hot, sweet mouth soon made him forget within a second.

She settled into a constant state of pleasured moaning and easy, endless motion, making the pleasure wash over the lucky little pup like waves upon a shore. She loved palming and stroking his knot, squeezing it gently and simply running her hand all over it, while she sucked and twisted her mouth around his large, meaty shaft. A nice rhythm of sweet, little clicks and smacks permeated the room, all with a few passionate slurps, competing with the click and snap of the fire. Soon, as her hands continued to massage his delicate, sensitive balls and stroke over his large, attentive knot, she began sucking a little faster, turning her head this way and that, questioning his meaty cock from different angles as she enjoyed his juicy length.

“Mmmm…mmhmmmm…” she agreed with Spike’s increasing pants and moans, loving the hot positive feedback she was getting for her efforts.

As she twisted and sucked constantly over his huge mouth and throatful of meat, Spike began to feel the familiar shock of electricity build within his body. “Oughhaaahhh!” he moaned, and his hard, quickening breath told Luna that she was doing a very good job eating him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of sheer, climactic pleasure.

“Ough, Princess Lunahh! Ohh, you’re gonna make me explode!!!” Spike moaned as his body quivered from the extreme, building pleasure.

“Mmmmphhhh…oh yesss, Spikey-poo! I’d love to make you explode! And I’m going to keep sucking and eating you until I’ve sucked AAAALL the nice, hot juice from your tasty cock.” she sang, dominantly, quickly, and then continued sucking and eating his large, manly shaft, fucking him gently with her lips and throat, stroking and massaging with her hands, and closing her eyes from the absolute pleasure that was reflecting from Spikes little body. She sucked harder and hungrier, anticipating his precious gift, until Spike groaned, signaling that he was cumming, and then his sweet, hot bounty began spilling across her waiting tongue and thirsty throat.

“MMmmmmmmm…mmhmmmmm!...” Luna moaned as she sucked him hard like a straw, still sucking and sucking with hard, easy strokes, up and down his large, meaty shaft, and gently taking large, squeezing strokes around his huge, meaty knot.

“Ahahahhhhhh…ahhhhhhhh!!!” Spike sang a shuddering tune as he felt her continue to suck and devour him, tightly pulsing her mouth around him and sipping the cum from his thankful cock. She milked and milked him with her stroking lips, taking him at every spurt, every shot of hot man juice, sucking even harder as his splashes turned to trickles, and continuing to suck even after his reservoir gave her no more.

“Aghhhh!!! Ppppprincess Lunahhhh!!!” Spike moaned as she continued to eat his steely, sensitive pole. She began slowing her pace…even though she simply didn’t want to stop, because she was having too much of a time eating him. She started slowing down to a nice, long set of twisting sucks, making love to his tender, overexcited member, and then let him settle to rest, with a sweet, gentle kiss.

“Oomm…Spikey-poo…I could eat you all night.” she said, as she lovingly squeezed and massaged his slowly shrinking knot and nuzzled his warm, slippery shaft across her cheek.

“Uaghhhhh…hahh…hahhh…I dunno if I could…hehhh…stand thathhh…princess…” Spike panted.

“Mmhmm…” Luna giggled, gently giving his resting shaft a sweet, humorous kiss, before it retreated back into its pouch to hide. “I looove it when you call me that.”

“Aghh…mygosh…ahayee don’t think I can even move, right now, hahah.”

“Hmhmhmmm…” Luna giggled in reply and manually rolled the poor little panting puppy over to rest upon her breasts.

It was then that Spike noticed their specifics. They were marvelous.

“…Wow,” Spike said, suddenly gaining the power to give them a hug, “these are…amaaazing!”

Luna chuckled in reply. “Oh…why thank you, Spikey-poo. would you like to see them? I mean, you’re certainly let me ‘see’ all of you. It’s only fair.”

Spike smiled, wide eyed and enthusiastic…although he still lacked the lower body strength to stand and waggle his tail. “Hooyeah. I’d love to…maybe even more…if that’s cool.”

“Hmmhmm…absolutely. You read my mind completely.”

Luna gently pulled her blouse, slipping it and sliding it open under Spike, as he lay in his weakened state across her body. As she cleared the large garment above her head, Spike was now confronted by the two, large objects that she was hiding within. A large, plain, pearly bra caged these pronounced mountain peaks, only adding to the anticipation, and, when Miss Luna relived herself of her cumbersome top, her wild, azure locks made her look deliciously savage, a messy weave of dark, mysterious foliage that sprawled across her forehead, kinked and bound with sweat, making her look like an Amazon princess with a sinister smile. She then smirked seductively as she tugged at a clasp between her heaving bosoms, popping her bra open and freeing her lovely, firm, toned and wonderfully round breasts from their proverbial prison. Spike’s jaw dropped open and his tongue came slipping out with a heavy coating of drool. These specimens were by far the most gravitating he had seen this night. And it wasn’t simply their size that took him, as Rarity’s were decently larger. They were simply…perfect.

“Well…there it is, little Spikey-poo. What do you think?” Miss Luna teased, slightly raising an eyebrow as she stared somewhat mockingly at the pup.

Utterly hypnotized, he could say nothing in return…Luna liked that.

Dancing in the Dark - Verse 2

Spike struggled, getting a pawhold upon these large, womanly orbs.

Luna giggled, gently supporting his body and pulling him closer, as she observed his manly efforts, dragging his utterly wasted lower body along with him, as he tried to position his cute, little, puppy face between her perfectly formed breasts. Spike panted a bit, catching his breath, and then he giggled upon her, belly to belly, prompting her to do the same. But, soon after, he wasted no moment of time but to begin nuzzling and pressing his thankful face into the firm, excited slopes of her breasts. They were utterly delightful, well toned in texture, giving a pleasant reply to Spike’s lips and soft, sniffing nose, as he began exploring every inch of her lovely, sweaty, shiny peaks.

“Nnn…I see you’re a man of…very few words.” Luna teased as she followed the pup’s every action with adoring eyes.

“…Action speaks louder…” Spike hastily huffed as he opened his mouth to begin swabbing and tasting her firm flesh.

“Ungggghhh…indeed.” Luna moaned in a smooth, warm, single tune, as she felt Spike’s hot, soft savoring tongue stroke broadly across her breasts, left and right, in a figure-eight like motion.

Spike absolutely adored these things. They were like two giant Hershy’s Kisses, firm and perky with quarter-sized areolas and large, suckable nipples. Her candied skin was delicious, with a sweet, perfumed taste…resembling…blueberries?

“…Wow…Princess Luna…you taste like…” Spike began a misty sentence of adoration.

“…Yes, yes, my dear Spike…do continue…” Luna half commanded, hastily, as she loved the feel of his soft, warm tongue upon her skin. Spike didn’t notice, but, then and there, behind his back, she formed a lightly clenched fist, with her thumb restraining her pinky and ring finger, while she let loose her index and middle finger…and quickly fluttered them together as if they were a pair of dragonfly wings. A light blue haze puffed gently from her motion, along with a small regiment of magical sparkles. Spike was privy to turn and see what the gentle commotion was, but then, the magic mists quickly but softly invaded his nose and eyes…and he seemed to forget what he was thinking of. In fact, the only thing now that prompted his needs…was his lustful hunger to simply worship Luna’s perfect, tasty breasts.

“Ahnnnnnnhhhh…” Spike salivated as he unleashed his hungry palette of taste buds to stroke and swab large, passionate circles, all around her breasts. He closed his eyes as he tasted her, stroking and savoring the flavor of her candied skin, and slowly melting her down with warm, worshiping pleasure.

“Ooooh, Spike…that’s a good boy…” Luna moaned, leaning back upon the chair and making it recline. She arched her back, gently, offering her beautiful breasts up for him to do as he would, as his warm, slippery muscle swabbed and circled all over her body. She began scratching behind his ears, rewarding his efforts, as he bobbed and weaved his head, swaying and circling, as he shifted his attention from breast to breast. “Oooh! Nnnnnnnnhhh…” Luna jolted slightly as she felt Spike stroke hungrily around her large, tasty nipples. He circled with a firm, floppy tongue, sparking warm, gentle shocks of pleasure to spill through her breasts, and then, when his hunger came to peak levels, he clamped down over her, hungrily, lustfully closing his lips around one of her delicious bon-bons of flesh, and began sucking. “Oughh, Spikehh…you naughty, naughty boy.” Luna praised him as he sucked and tugged her nipples with his lips, hungrily and passionately. Spike missed the action behind his head again, but, Miss Luna had plans to reward the boy for his actions. She fluttered and twinkled her fingers behind him, once more, and then a sudden pleasure was beheld.

To Spike’s surprise, a new flavor sparked across his tongue. Just as well, he realized that, as he sucked, he was not simply making love to her firm, tasty nipples, but, causing a sweet, juicy, satisfying something to splash into his mouth. He couldn’t exactly put a finger on the flavor, but, it reminded him of his sapphire, birthday cupcake, a sweet, sparky, soothing melon-like flavor that all but made him climax as he savored it.

He nearly went mindless. “Ahmmmmnnnnnnnn…” he moaned and thirsted for more. He dove foreward, pressing his mouth upon Luna’s breasts and began licking and sucking her with wild abandon.

“Hohh! Hah…Spike…you’re an anim…well…that goes without saying, eheh…ohhh…but do be gentle, Spikey, darling. Your teeth do chafe, some.” Luna commented as Spike continued his assault on her heavily pleasured breasts. He pressed, he kissed, he sucked, and contrasted her sweet, livening, invigorating melon juice against the tasty, tart, perfumed berry flavor of her candied skin.

Miss Luna loved what he was giving her, but, her tender flesh too soon became annoyed by his pressing fangs. So, in desperation, she wiggled her fingers behind him again, and then, something absolutely miraculous happened…which was a little farther than she was hoping for.

Spike felt a little woozy. He arched backwards, slipping somewhat from Luna’s body, but landing his knees upon the floor before her. Luna followed forward, holding his head close to her breasts, so that he could continued kissing and sucking upon her, when his…transformation was done. But Spike hardly paid attention to it. In fact, even Luna was a bit more shocked than he at what she saw. Spike had turned into a thin, handsome young puppy-man, with dark, navy hair, cool mulberry skin, slightly chiseled, young facial features, and creamy green eyes that were outright hypnotic.

But Spike was so enthralled with lust for Miss Luna, that, all he said when he even noticed the presence of more fingerlike digits where his paws and claws used to be was, “Oooh, cool! These’ll be perfect!” and he began firmly, lovingly massaging Luna’s sensitive breasts.

“Aoughhh…S…Spike…I…ough…” Miss Luna tried to speak and gather his attention, but, Spikes hot, passionate breath, his soft, slippery lips and tongue, his passionate humming, and the soft, firm embrace of his gentle hands shot warm waves of utter euphoria through her body and mind. Miss Luna simply lost herself, fell back, pulling the boy onto her, and let him have it all.

Hastily, ravenously, he sucked and kissed his way off Luna’s firm, excited breasts and began nibbling a path down her trim, smooth, sensual navel. “Hmmmhhh…I’m going down on you.” he huffed hungrily, not realizing he got the wording exactly right.

“Ohh yes, Spike. Go right on in.” Luna panted as she watched him slip down her body and wedge himself between her legs, which she was all too happy to open, widely. She didn’t realize ‘till now, but, some of his cuter features still stayed behind. His large, smoothly furred, floppy ears, cute button nose, and cute, pudgy, but far less pronounced muzzle, only made him absolutely adorable. She pulled him in, and rubbed behind his big, floppy ears. “Mhmmm…taste me, little boy, and tell me what you find.” she teased, and Spike smiled cheesily in reply.

He pressed his muzzle with sweet, forceful play into her nether regions, plunging his nose deep into her crotch and began sniffing and wiggling his nose into her body. “Ohh!” Luna shrieked with laughter as he pressed home, “You naughty boy!” Her large, muscular thighs shook as she giggled, giving him a ripple of positive feedback, as he buried his face in her pussy. His lips protruded into hers and his nose sniffed and pulsed upon her large, excited, womanly clit. A gentle wetness kissed Spike from beyond the threshold of Luna’s moistened labia, and he was soon devouring all of her. “Ouuuughhh!” Luna moaned as she felt Spike swirl and spiral his tongue all around her inseams and just barely miss the hood of her clitoris. He tasted wildly across her sweet berry flesh, drinking her sweet sweat like juice of sugar canes, lapping across every slope and valley, and then, finally, he stroked and tasted all over her sweet, tasty folds. Her pussy was all his.

“Ahhhhnnnn…ohmmmmmm…ahh, yeahhh…ahh…ahh…” Spike moaned as his wild, wet little muscle savored her juicy folds. It was as if he was licking across a hot, fleshy lollypop of sparkling cherry cola, and her hot, wet, sticky lips and inner meats were open for his devouring.

“Ohh…hohhhohhh…ahh…S-Spikehhh…oh…be gentle…ohhh…be…ohhh!” Luna moaned as he aimlessly wandered through areas of high tension pleasure and relieved her when he came right off of them. The waves shocked her body, unevenly, sudden and then slow, as he wildly explored every tasty fold, every nook and cranny of her tasty pussy, and then, thankfully, he began to classify his curiosities. He savored the sweet, berry flesh all around her pussy, tasting her less sensitive skin and licking lovely, hot, broad painting strokes, constantly and repetitively in an upwards motion, across her sensitive inseams. Then, he licked all over the sweet, smooth skin, just above her pubic mound. He moved back and forth, pressing and playing at the fleshy area just above her clit, and slowly pulled her lips left and right, making her moisten inside, even more. Then, he began licking the large, smooth outer labia of her pussy like a fine scoop of ice cream, split down the center, giving him two peaks to firmly lick and stroke upon. And finally, when his wants came forth to the heart of his attention, he gently spread her lips open with a few fingers and began licking…deeply…constantly…slowly…with simple, miniscule, but hungrily firm attention, pressing his tongue directly onto her sweet, savory inner lips, and the hot, delicious, soft and sticky inner meats of her vagina.

“Oughhhnnnnnhhhhhhh! Ohhh, Spikeehhh…ohhhyou’resuchagoodboyhhhhh!” Miss Luna moaned as she felt his soft yet firm, protruding tongue stroke across her inner lips and teasingly invade her love canal. He was barely moving, less than an inch up and an inch down, but, surely, his tongue was making absolute love to her pussy. He was nearly frozen in place, moaning himself, quietly, as he tasted and savored the soft, hot, womanhood of his desire, a woman’s sweet, delectable pussy, filled with passionate, juicy sweetmeats that answered back to him by pulsing and refreshing his palette with more tingling wetness. His passion built and his lust became absolutely insatiable. He pressed his tongue firmly enough into her pussy to keep her lips apart and her inner meats accessible to his taste buds, while he released his hands from spreading her open and slipped them underneath the soft, deliciously round cheeks of her womanly ass. He tried to lift her up, but, sadly, he lacked the strength to. So, in her state of utter mindlessness, Miss Luna cast another spell upon the boy and wiggled her fingers about…this time…giving him a larger, more chiseled physique. He had no problems now. He hungrily lifted her soft, cushy rump, an absolute joy for him to cup and grab, up off the chair and pulled her pussy firmly against his face so he could tongue and lick with absolute unbridled lust into her soft, tasty cunt. Spike hungrily opened his mouth wide and cupped himself over her pussy, sucking and licking upon her body like a wild, lustful vampire. He drank the few drops of pussy juice that presented themselves, he pressed his tongue against her lips, massaging and tasting of their delicious folds as if he was looking for something within, between, and all around them, and then, he plunged his tongue into her hot, soft, sticky inner meats, swirling and swirling, mixing her up and making her gyrate her body all over his face. “Aghhhh, Spieeeehkehh! You’re eating meeeh! You’re eating meeehhh! You’re eating meeeehhhhhh!!!” Miss Luna squealed, as she felt his tongue stroke into her and stimulate her swelling g-spot. He licked upon the thing like a hot, sweet morsel of saltwater taffy, licking at its slope and cupping at its peak, all the while sucking and sucking upon her lips as if the cure was in her. “Ohh, my pussy…ohh, my pussy…Spikehhh…You’re making me explode!!!” Luna screamed and she began involuntarily pulsing herself into him, fucking her pussy into his face, as her body tensed and shocked over. She felt as if a thousand bolts of lightning were running through her core, and then, she began yielding a hot, savory, tasty river of sweet, loving, delicious pussy juice into his mouth…and he absolutely began sucking it from her body. “Aghhhhhhhh!!!” Miss Luna screamed, arching her back and quaking in place, as she felt Spike gulp down her river of passion and harvest even more spurt and flow from her pussy by tonguing and tonguing her overexcited clitoris. She squeezed at his head with her thighs and crossed her legs around his neck, curling her feet to the tips of her toes as she kept cumming and cumming into his mouth. He gulped each hot, delicious mouthful of spiced love cider down, barely getting enough, draining the reserves from her tasty body…until she was absolutely empty and she all but shoved him away from her body. They were both so intoxicated by the moment that they weren’t just seeing stars spin about their heads…they were seeing galaxies.

Their heads were outright swiveling in place and smiles were crossing their faces that were miles wide. In his drunken stupor, Spike somewhat gained sight of where Miss Luna was and began crawling forward to the chair.

Miss Luna, unfortunately, got wind of this and began kicking her large, powerful legs out towards him like a karate fighter. “Noh!!! Stay away!!!” she commanded, acting like Spike was a demon from hell.

Spike tried to put to reason why the hell she was reacting this way. He then surmised, “…I’m nahhht gonna touch it.” he giggled.

“Wah…what do you want of me then?” Miss Luna nearly growled, her fiery, suspicious eyes peering at him like an eagle.

Spike simply replied by coming forth, with a path more directed towards the chair’s left arm, gently crawled into the recliner next to her, which was surprisingly wide enough to accommodate his now manly body, and simply slipped his arms around her sweet, delicate naval and rested his head upon her soft, lovely breasts. It was simply cute as cute could be.

“Ehmmmph…hmhmhm…” Miss Luna chuckled sweetly. “Oh, Spikey-poo…what ever shall I do with you?” she said, and slipped her hands around his head, gave him a sweet, little kiss through his hair, and rested her cheek upon him.

Miss Luna quietly adored her newly gotten boy toy. She ran her fingers through his hair and gently caressed his floppy, silken ears, all while his sweet, soft, warm cheek nuzzled deeply against her breast, right into her nipples.

Although this wild devouring of each other’s flesh was such a pleasant distraction, the mesmerism of the moment seemed to wear off and Spike was suddenly aware of his transformation.

“Uahhh…Princess Luna…” Spike spoke in distress, looking over his new paw-hands. “Wha…what the…?”

“Mmmm…do you like them?” Luna replied.

“Theh…they’re…cool and all, but…I thought you people didn’t have magic in this world. You don’t even have a horn…”

Luna giggled in reply. “Oh, Spikey-poo. We most certainly do. But, in this world, magic users can be fairly…scarce, and, you don’t use…um…horns to do magic. You use…for example…witchcraft. Among other things, that is.”

Spike suddenly felt a little uneasy about what she was saying. Spike looked up, compelled by a fairly vulnerable brand of wariness. “I see.” he said, feeling suddenly that he was under the wings of a dragon. “So…you’re a…w…I mean…you know…witchcraft?”

“…Yes indeed.” Luna spoke, a mixture of guile, pride, and giddiness in her voice. She looked down into Spike’s eyes, plainly seeing that he was troubled by the fact that she knew magic. She smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling in the firelight, as her soft, smooth palm gently alighted upon the young man’s cheek. “Oh, you needn’t worry, Spikey, darling. I assure you…” she paused and cradled his head in her warm, gentle palms, “…I’m a guuuud witch.” Luna giggled slightly, exaggerating her voice as if she was consoling a child. She came forward, nuzzled noses with Spike in a sweet, Eskimo kiss, and then pressed her lips to his, just for a moment, in a reassuring kiss. Spike failed to realize the small, fiery spark that occurred upon the innocent looking press of lips, and the covert calming spell that just took place. Spike calmed down then, easing back onto the seductress’s breast, now feeling totally reassured of his safety.

Luna then began admiring her work, slowly tracing her fingers along the slightly rocky, sculpted muscles of the boy, and adoring his fine, rigid body. Although, coming somewhat to her senses for the time being, she did feel a bit guilty for doing all this as a spur of the moment thing. Yet, touch after touch and caress after caress of her soft, worshiping fingertips, she began losing herself to her own bodily lusts. He was soft and furry in some places…naked and hard in others. In some places, she definitely wanted to get him harder. He was still Spike…yet…he was more. At that, Luna just couldn’t keep her hands off of him.

But she wasn’t the only one having all the fun. For, a woman’s body was a treasure trove of touchable sweets to behold, firmly toned and well endowed to boot. Spikes arms began following suit to Miss Luna’s, caressing and slithering all over her torso with his hands, and kissing, once again, upon the firm, womanly domes of her breasts and deliciously erect nipples.

However, Luna wasn’t simply satisfied with this, even though Spike had become quite the expert at pleasuring his favorite lady parts there. She hastily took one of his hands and placed it over her soft, smoldering womanhood, carefully guiding his wide, puppy-man fingers into her lips, so he could begin mixing and playing about inside. “MMmmmmmhhh…just like that, dearie. Stir my little honey pot. It just LOOOVES those delicious fingers of yours.” Luna moaned as she felt his large digits swirl and stroke around inside of her.

“Oughhh…” Luna began to exude her pleasure in hot, little huffs, as she guided Spikes thick, filling fingers. Pretty soon, she didn’t even have to help him out, as he enjoyed mixing up her juicy little cauldron, having the feel of her smoldering pussy, all hot and sticky, love and swallow his set of stirring spoons. And, as her passionate high was still riding on her climax, only moments ago, the feeling within her womanhood seemed nearly doubled, pushing her to insane heights of writhing pleasure. Her hands wildly wandered over her boy toy, soothing and stroking all over him with her hands, forearms, and even helplessly pressing her neck and face all over Spike’s cute, furry and smooth, human-puppy head. She was filled with such passionate madness that she reached down and firmly grasped Spike’s medium-hard, doggy cock and began pumping it, wildly. “Aghhhh…ohh, yess, Spikehh. Ohh, touch me with those things of yours. I love every…single…inch of you.” she moaned sweet nonsense as she pumped and pumped his shaft and began swiveling her hips around his stirring fingers, enjoying his somewhat calculated wanderings and exploring of her burning love cave. But she wanted something more than just to lay side by side with him, so, in a moment of utter mindlessness, she shoved Spikes hands away, plopping him out of her hot, juicy love hole, and tugged him in to sit within the chair, while she slipped down off of it. She then knelt before him, held his attentive shaft, nearing peak hardness, within both hands, and opened her mouth wide, plunging and swallowing down hard onto him and taking as much of his cock as she possibly could into her mouth.

“MMMmmmphhh…!” Luna moaned, as if she was sucking ambrosia from the teat of Aphrodite herself, tightly, forcefully, hungrily plunging up and down upon him, taking long, twisting, delicious sucks all up and down his shaft, while she took both hands and massaged twisting strokes, counter acting to her sucking, all but worshiping his large doggy knot.

Spike fell back into his seat, erupting with electric oceans of pleasure that washed up his body. Miss Luna’s wild feast of his thankful doggy cock was sung in silent notes from a wide open mouth, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the engulfing pleasure she was giving him. She ate him good and hard, so good, in fact, that she was soon harvesting more and more of his delicious love juice, his burning gift of thick, sweet cum, that she was sucking from the depths of his manly reservoir. Even at that, after his spout wore dry and his flesh too sensitive, she wanted to suck him more and more and more. “Oooougahhhhh!!! Mihh…Miss Lunahhh! Please! I can’t take it anymore!!!” Spike groaned, nearly pushing her loving lips and beautiful face away.

“Ohh, what’s wrong. Do you not like how I swallow your manly member, Spikey-poo?” Luna replied, as she almost fought to continue, worshiping his shaft by planting hungry, suckling kisses, all up and down the underbelly of his shaft.

“Nnn…Noh! T-too much! C-can’t take…” Spike tried to explain, but the woman simply wouldn’t stop.

Then, suddenly, Luna did stop and pulled her lips away. “Oh…is that all?” she asked, and then pulled her right hand away and raised its index finger. The tip began to glow, and then, she gently touched his beloved shaft, and soon, he wasn’t so sensitive. In fact…he plainly wanted her to continue.

“Ohhh…thank you, Princess.” Spike said as he came forward and kissed her lips and nuzzled her nose with his. “…Ehemmm…now…” he said then, as he settled back into his seat and slowly pulled her head back into position. “…You were, uh…saying?”

Luna smiled. She slowly brought her lips back to the top of his cock…and slowly…slowly…slowly, submerged him into her lips, letting him feel her slow, passionate, plunging suck, as she twisted this way and that, working all of him deep into her mouth, and closing her eyes as she had all of his tasty flesh swallowed by her hungry orifice.

“Ohhahhh…oohhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhhh…” Spike moaned, as she kept him inside of her mouth in a constant, holding, engaging swallow, using her entire mouth, from the roof, to the tongue, and the tight, tight grip of her lips, all the way back to her soft, honey throat, she slowly twisted back and forth, back and forth, barely, slowly plunging up and down, as she swallowed his stiff, thankful, doggy cock, with masterful strokes.

“Mmmhmmmmmmhhhh…” Miss Luna moaned, pleasurably, as she alternated from slow, shallow, twisting sucks, to hard, fast, milking ones, sucking and plunging in short bursts, before she returned to her slow, passionate swallowing. With her hot, masterful sucking, it wasn’t long, again, before Spikes thankful cock rewarded her with another splash of hot, loving cum, which every drop was taken and sucked down in a few, loving gulps. “Mmmmm…mmhmmm…” Luna moaned, as she sucked the last drops from his body. And now, Spike answered back, by gently stuffing and feeding her lips with more and more of his hot, loving meat.

Although Luna was certainly enjoying having her meal spiritedly fed to her, she was taken with the notion that Spike was certainly in the mood for something more. She gently relieved him of her blissful mouth and occupied him with her hands, while she asked, “Trying to hint something, are we?”

Spike didn’t know what Luna was talking about, as his body seemed to be acting on simple, gross thought processes, but, as Luna stood and turned, parking her beautiful, round ass up against Spike’s willing member, cradling him and stroking him between the cheeks of her wiggling rump, he got the idea. Spike firmly grabbed hold of her large, plump, womanly buns, and supported her body as she carefully spider walked over Spikes body, settling her legs onto the armrests and aligning her juicy pussy’s lips to kiss, ever so slightly, upon Spike’s waiting member. Slowly, she lowered herself down, sliding his warm, slippery cock deeper and deeper into her hot, juicy pussy, gradually introducing the feeling of his full, thick, filling manhood, as it stroked across the walls of her love canal.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhghhhh…!” they both moaned as they felt the sweet, hot, lovely pleasure from their simple, first action. Luna guided, guided, guided him all the way in, enjoying the feel of his hard, filling member as he slowly slid inside of her, and Spike, with his lower body slowly igniting in flames, as he felt her hot, slippery pussy, slowly envelope and swallow him, inch by inch. She twisted a bit, left and right, when she met with the currently half-sized width of Spike’s knot. “Ough!...Aaahhhghh…Oughhh!” Luna moaned, as she pressed, pressed, pressed, down upon his body…until her hot, slippery lips gave way and plopped his knot deep inside of her, locking him in place, and, suddenly, her pussy was very thankful that it did. He was all the way inside of her now, and they moaned relief, as her rump settled down onto his thighs. Now…the fun could begin.

Spike immediately began thrusting up into Luna with hard, even fucking, his knot massaging into her tightening pussy, making him feel absolutely swallowed by her body. “Agghhh!” Luna moaned, as she could feel his knot stroke roughly against her pussy’s slick, slippery walls. She began squeezing him tightly, lovingly, and she could barely contain the eruption of pleasure that was felt to the very core of her belly. “OughhhhhhhhSssssspiahhhheeeeeekehhh!” Luna moaned as her body began fucking back. They worked together, massaging and working over her thankful pussy, until she began splashing and splashing a hot flood of sweet pussy juice, all over Spike’s hungry shaft. They worked hard to juice her loving pussy, fucking and fucking in rhythm together, until Luna had to stop a moment, as her pussy was sensitive and totally worked out.

Thankfully, it was far from over. A minute or so of rest and she was found spinning herself around to face Spike, his cock still buried deep inside of her, to begin bouncing and grinding herself deep into his body.

“Oughhhhyesss, Prinhess Lunahhh!” Spike groaned as he enthusiastically began pounding and pounding into her pussy, stroking hard and fast into her tight, burning tunnel of absolute heavenly pleasure. They huffed and panted wildly, as they draped their arms across to each other’s bodies, holding for light support, as Luna bounced and slapped her rump upon the lustful, vigorous little boy and his monster cock.

Luna began cumming again, splashing more and more hot, wonderful pussy juice, all over Spike, and juicing her pussy over him, until she once again became a little worn from her blissful pounding. She wanted to rest…however…neither of them seemed to notice that, every time Luna splashed and fed his cock with a nice, lovely dose of love juice…Spike seemed to get just a little thirsty for more. He continued to fuck her, hard and fast, giving it to her pussy like a powerful jack hammer.

“Hah, ah, ah, ah…Sppphhhhikehh! Ough! Ssssstohhhhhhphhhhahhhhh!” Luna moaned, but Spike simply wasn’t hearing it. He was having too good a time fucking her pussy.

Tired of fucking her in the easy chair, Spike suddenly rose in place, supporting Miss Luna’s body by embracing under her rump and providing a stable platform, so he could continue fucking her and fucking her…in transit to an unoccupied sofa. He walked, pounding passionately into her pussy, loving the feel of her tight vaginal walls, as they gripped his cock for dear life. “Ehhhh…ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...” Luna chirped and moaned as he continued to take her pussy, fucking her like a powerful, slow motion vibrator, making her lose her mind, as she wrapped her legs and surrendered to this powerful fucking machine. They reached the couch and Spike let her down onto the cushions of the sofa. He then curled her up, pointing her pussy straight up towards him, and he continued to fuck down, deep into her, putting hard, stroking emphasis and pressure onto her pussy’s front wall, and making a curiously swelling spot there make love to his knot, as he fucked and fucked her to no end.

“Ungggggghhhh!” Spike moaned, stopping a moment, as he filled her up with gobs and gobs of hot, burning cum…but that moment passed, and he continued pounding and pounding into her, even more wildly than before, making her juice her cunt as well and splash lots of love juice like a geyser, all over his cock and shooting sparkling bullets through the air. “Oughhh yesss, Princess Lunahhh! Ohhh…I looove this thing of yours…I’m going to give it to you…alllll nighhhtehhhh!!!” Spike groaned as he continued fucking and fucking her, mixing their love juices deep inside her cunt and causing her pussy to flood over with an elixir of love juice. Luna was helpless, overcome and tortured with an extreme, earth shattering spear of pleasure and pain. She couldn’t help but think that this was all somehow her fault, that her spells somehow superenhanced the boy’s drive to give her pussy all that it wanted and more, but, just this moment…she couldn’t give a damn if the world was ending. Her pussy was getting the workout of its life and it couldn’t be happier. Spike pounded and pounded away, making shimmering droplets of sweat decorate both their bodies, as Luna’s lovely, blushing, splashing pussy was juiced and filled with gallons of loving cum, again and again. He took her body, her lovely, sturdy, tight and firm woman’s body, that he loved so to have and experience, and gave it a good, wild, passionate fucking, for hours unknown, filling her pussy with so much love lava that it oozed and dripped from her body…until they were both…simply…wonderfully…fucked…to…sleeeeeep………

…Somewhere in those last moments, before they knocked out from a huge, simultaneous orgasm, Spike simply slumped down, over Miss Luna’s body, not able to move a muscle, with Miss Luna feeling largely the same.

“…ohhhmigahhhhshhhhhhhh…” Luna huffed, as her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost all consciousness. “…fucked…thoo…deathhhh…and ayeeeliiiikehhhittttthhhhhh…”

“…mmmnnnnnneehhhhhhhhhhhhddddittttohhhh…” Spike huffed. And, once again…the lovely clusters of spinning celestial bodies came to orbit their minds and twinkle as they fell off to a much…needed…sleeeeeeep…

Occupy Me - Verse 1

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“…Nnnnhhhhuhhh?”

…

“…Hahhhhghhhh…wah…what is it?” Spike groaned, responding to a certain prodding feeling upon his shoulder. He was half asleep and half awake, at the time, not quite noticing that he was responding to a gentle urging to wake up.

…the shove came again. A poke, a prod, a rough shaking, and then, Spike slowly began his ascent from the sleep world.

“Wahhh?! What is it, Twi?...Five more minutes!” he replied that time.

Several, sweet, strange yet familiar giggles of girls were heard…and then he remembered…he wasn’t at home, nestled into his basket in the library…

“Did he just say…Twi?” Rainbow Dash asked to the other girls there.

“…Yes. He most certainly did.” Rarity answered.

“…Say…y’all don’t suppose this is…?” Applejack posed the question to the others, implying that the strange, male anthromorph sleeping upon the couch.

“Nnnnnnnghhhhhhuh?” Spike stirred in place, smiling slightly when his skin reacted to the contact of smooth, fluffy, velvet cushions beneath him. He blinked, slowly squeezing the sleep from his eyes and squinted from the light pouring through the great panes of glass of the lounge’s crystalline rotunda. He shielded his pupils from the morning sun with his paw/hand…and focused on the four slightly angry, slightly mystified, and very confused ladies before him who crowded about like a beautiful canopy of naked glory. “Hehhh…mm…mornin’…what’s up, you guys?” Spike groaned, attempting to break the tenseness in the air.

Rarity was the first to gasp. “S…Sssspiiiiiikeh?!?!”

Spike was rather puzzled at their reactions. “Yeah.” he said, “Who else would it be?”

“…Lan’ sakes…” Applejack half groaned her astonishment, as well as confusion. “So…it really is you. How in the heck did…what in tar nation…how’d ya…” She tried her best to put into words what she wanted to know…but couldn’t.

“Spike…ye…” Rainbow Dash was next, “…You’re…uh…hot!”

These wern’t exactly choice words, Rainbow’s obvious embarrassment made plain by the blush upon her cheek and the stuffing of palms over her mouth.

“Wah? No I’m not! I feel just fi…well, I feel kinda chilly, actually. Can I get a blanket or somethin’, Rarity?” Spike replied, somewhat covering himself with his arms.

“…Certainly, Spike…I…uh…ough…Spike! What we all mean to say is…You’re not a dog!!!” Rarity whined, hysterically.

There was an instant, only, that Spike thought they had gone insane…until he remembered. “Oh, heh, yeah.” Spike replied, rubbing at the back of his head, with his large paw-hand, now that he knew what they were talking about. He suddenly recalled the strange goings-on that happened over the last few hours before he and Miss Luna absolutely passed out. “That’s, uh…Princess Luna…I mean, Vice Principal Luna…she…”

“Sheeeee did this to you???” Rainbow Dash butted in, in utter disbelief. “How in the heck did…”

“…Magic…of course.”

The girls turned to find a perfectly naked Miss Luna sitting in the corner, stirring a tinkling teacup, in total amusement at all that was happening before her. “Although I do admit, I was planning absolutely none of this, I did intend to show you girls a little taste of my…powers, eventually. I guess this is just how it happened.” Miss Luna sipped her tea, not quite acknowledging their shock filled stares towards her as she did so. “…Of course…I didn’t expect to go so tipsy last night either…”

Rarity blushed. “Eh, yes…I do apologize, everyone. I really should have read the label more clearly, as well as heeded my mother’s warning about it, before I continued to add so much to the cocoa.”

The rest of the girls, including Miss Luna, replied then in a slight downpour of forgiveness. Rarity was indeed naïve at times, but, her intentions were always pure. The conversation broke down slightly into a haze of giddy jokes and laughter, making them forget about the situation at hand. Not that this didn’t have any benefits. Spike was quietly bathing in the sweet chatter of four naked schoolgirls and their guardian, enjoying the odd yet natural beauty of it all…at least until they realized that they had forgotten…Spike had been changed into an anthromorph.

“…Ahem…” Rarity gathered their attention, “Now…Miss Luna, pleeeease tell me you can reverse the process.”

Miss Luna closed her eyes, sipping her tea and considering her words. “…I won’t mince words, Rarity. All that was done last night was in a fit of passion and a drunken haze. I can’t be certain of which spells I used…so the situation is somewhat…dire.”

Everyone started groaning in panic, not knowing what to do.

As the ladies switched between circling their wagons amongst each other and circling all around Spike, with Spike willing to do things, just to calm them down…not even able to calm himself down or any of the girls for that matter, Miss Luna simply clapped in a loud triplet, snapping them all out of their hysteria. “Now, ladies, and gentleman, I assure you, I am working on a solution, and, all of your scurrying can come to no avail, as I am the only one here that can possibly solve this problem, so, I suggest you all calm down and see to the day before you. Leave everything to me.”

Everyone smiled weakly. She was right. Only the expert could do as the expert does and this was an expert’s problem. So, the girls disbursed throughout the room and then throughout the house, with Rarity and Applejack disappearing to get breakfast going…although it was more like brunch, at this time, and Rainbow Dash being sent by Miss Luna to scour the bookshelves for certain books, in order to help her reverse her magic. In all of this, Spike quietly slipped off towards Miss Luna, hugging her tightly, as a child to a mother, and whispering, “…You’re awesome.”

“…I know.” she replied with a warm smile.

Was it, perhaps, out of a great expression of sweet, female freedom, or, was it an actual attempt to play tug-of-war with Spike’s affection? None could say for sure, but, the fact of the matter stood, free and clear. The ladies simply took the sweet, delicious option of going about the house without a single, solitary stitch of clothing…and the breeze that wafted through the place was thus blessed with the sweet scent of spring. Spike, retaining his keen canine senses of smell, simply loved it. With every smooth, sultry gaze that tugged at his attention, he was apt to follow, and, every silky, airbrushed body that he so feasted his eyes upon was even more teasing to him, with a generous billow and waft of enticing pheromones. Each scent beckoned him to follow and each hot, musky, natural perfume, emitting from the ladies’ dark, hiding places, tugged at his manhood, like so many ethereal hands and fingertips, in an entire bachelorette temple of goddess-like beauty.

The late morning broke out into a session of cooking and baking in the kitchen, while there was an intense study session in the library. Rarity’s knowledge of the library and Rainbow Dash’s quickly sprinting feet, made quick work of finding things, while Miss Luna looked over each book with a swift and fine toothed comb. However, the company’s meals were singlehandedly being taken up by Applejack, so, Spike decided to lend…a paw, to her, as she needed.

In all actuality, he started to fumble and make a mess of things, so, she kindly made note that she didn’t currently have the time to teach him anything and that she needed to move swiftly to prepare her selected array of treats for the house. Spike was a little bummed out by this, until he noticed, “Hey, AJ, you look a little tense though. How ‘bout I give you a little rubdown, while you work on things there?” Spike moved happily to do just that.

“That’s okay, Spahke,” Applejack protested, fearing more bumbling, but, “you don’t need toooooooooohhhhhhhhyeahhhhhh…that’s what I’m a’talkin’ ‘bout, right thehhhhhhhreh…” She felt Spike’s large, soft, squishy paws knead into her neck muscles, not too hard, not too soft, and boy did it feel daaamn good.

Applejack’s rubdown was going just fine, with no untoward incidents, until she requested that Spike start going down her back. He did. She loved it. And she urged him to go lower…lower…lower, Spike loving the feel of her firm, crème brulee body within his paws, and Applejack loving the feel of his large, puffy hands wandering and massaging all over her, and finally, she straightly said, “Ya know, Spahhk…thems ain’t the only muscle that need a good workin’. Howsabout you put those nahce, big digits o’ youwrs to good use down here…?” and she ever so gently…ever so hotly protruded her hot, bubble butt out towards him, slightly spreading her legs and exposing her rosy, sticky lips to him.

Spike smiled. “With pleasure!” he nearly growled, happily, and got his hands to work. He rubbed and pressed all over her fine, firm ass cheeks, pressed and rubbed one of his large fingers across her hot, slippery pussy, stroking up and down her sweet, burning slit, and then, when she was nice and lubed up by her own juices, Spike decided, “Hmm…I don’t suppose you’d like this massage to continue…inside of you? I bet there’s lots of tense, little muscles in there.”

Applejack giggled. “Wha’ Spahke…I didn’t know y’all were intuh’ that clairvoyance ‘n mind readin’ mumbo jumbo! Y’all read my head down to a tee!”

Spike chuckled at Applejacks remark a bit, then, he got right down to it, slowly slipping his large, thick, pleasing, meaty member deep into her and began massaging, working, and pounding her pussy, working over every muscle he could and stroking across every wall with nice, attentive pressure.

“Ohohh, mah stars!” Applejack moaned, now stopping her kneading to simply hang her ass out there and let her pussy receive the nice, deep, constant pounding, so it could be juiced and fucked, like a sweet citrus on a reamer, Spike squeezing every drop of splashing pussy juice out of her tight, meaty love canal, until he couldn’t take it himself and started filling her hot, little cream pie with fresh, warm, flowing gobs of sweet pastry cream. He pounded and pounded her pussy, her tight, fleshy walls embracing and milking it from his body, as he fucked her good.

“Ohhh…Applejack! It feels so good to fuck you!” Spike praised her.

“Oughhh, darn toot’n, hunneh buns. And if feels sooooo good to git fucked by you, and that nahhce, big meat stick o’ yowrs. Ohhh yeah, hunneh’…fuck mah pusseh lahyke that!” Applejack moaned, as he fucked and fucked her, emptying his entire load into her body.

They collapsed onto the floor, panting and giggling…and then Applejack shot up, tightly squeezing and slipping Spike’s sensitive shaft out of her body and making him yelp as she did. “Oh horsefeathers! Uh…y’all better git yerselves tuhgether! I’ve got a lawundry list o’ quick, hard bakin’ ‘n things ta do!” Applejack groaned excitedly and ushered Spike out of the kitchen.

“Buh, but I…” Spike protested, seeking a little soft time and reassurance from Applejack.

She smiled back, before she began rounding the doorway, “Ah’m sorry, sugarcube. Ah’m just way behind as is…but ‘twern’t lahke it wasn’t worth it…”

Spike smiled warmly. “Yeah…it suuuure was.” he sighed, before he trailed off into the library.

Although Applejack rushed off to continue rolling dough, making fillings, and baking and frying…after she patted herself down and wiped herself dry, especially from the pools and drips of sticky love juices that were dribbling down her legs, she took her ease and waited for things to finish cooking. She quietly thought there, as she slumped down and sat her rump against the cool of the royally tiled floor, “That boy can buck my apple, any day.”

Over the next hour, Spike attempted to help the ladies in the lounge, looking for books for Miss Luna. Despite his extensive work, helping Twilight in libraries back home, he didn’t know the grounds very well, as this was his first day here, and got in the way, more often than not. Thankfully, Applejack called everyone over to the breakfast nook, so they all could collect their thoughts.

Amidst a large, fine spread of fritters, hand pies, and other sweet, flakey pastries, everyone went ahead, nibbling, giggling, and conversing like a flock of seagulls. In the midst of all this hearty fare and laughter, Rarity asked Spike to go to the pantry and get her some mustard.

“As you wish, my lady!” Spike replied with a salute of the paw, and was off towards the pantry, adjacent to the kitchen and its breakfast nook.

“Rarity, what awn earth would ya need a spot of musterd fohwr?!” Applejack queried, a somewhat crazed look upon her raised brow.

“I don’t. I don’t even have any of the stuff, as I find it far too obnoxious a taste to stomach.” Rarity replied with eyes closed proudly, head tilted slightly high, and a light hand that gently touched at her collarbone.

Rainbow Dash looked off in Spike’s direction. “Well that was mean…funny, but, mean, heh. Why would ya…”

“I merely did so to excuse him from the table and give us a chance to talk about his…ehem…various and not-so-fruitful ways to help?” Rarity replied, sealing the conversation in understanding. Everyone else at the table suddenly groaned and sighed in a collective ‘ohhh’ sound.

“Yeah. As well meanin’ as the li’l critter is, ah personally experienced his attempts to, you know…lend a helpin’ paw? Exact measurements and all…ah had to fahnd other uses for him.” Applejack suddenly blushed. “…Nnnthey turned out pertee okay, but, fact o’ thuh matter is…”

Rarity was utterly shocked. “…Applejack! You didn’t!”

Miss Luna raised a brow, looking over to Applejack over the brim of her teacup.

Rainbow Dash mimicked Rarities wide open maw.

AJ blushed even harder. “Well…what can a gal say, heh…he does have some nahhce, soft, teyndur lovin’ haynds?”

All the girls started howling with laughter. It took them a little while to calm back down.

“Weyell, as ah was sayin’, his helpin’ paws were none too helpful at’awul. Ahm guessin’ y’all had, uh, similar results with him in the lahbrayery?” Applejack continued.

Everyone else nodded ‘yes’.

“It’s not that I’ve a thing against his best intentions, heavens no, but, we must find some way to occupy his attention, lest we hamper our attempts to help HIM.” Rarity pressed. They all thought for a second.

“…I could show him the gardens?” Rainbow Dash broke the silence. Everyone’s eyes lit up. “…And the hedge maze…in-paar-ticular.” she smirked.

“Of course! It could take hours get outta that li’l mess, and we know it well enough to get him outta theyer, if needs be.” Applejack concoured.

“So it’s settled then. Rainbow Dash? You shall be given the task of handling his attention, for as long as you can, so we may progress with our searching.” Rarity agreed, happily, confident in Rainbow’s abilities.

“Just leave it to me, boss!” Ranbow slipped a cheesy salute in acceptance. It was just then that they all heard Spike emerging from the slight dark of the pantry.

“Right…we leave the luring to you then, Rainbow Dash. Just keep him occupied as long as you can.” Rarity whispered in a spirited little growl and a nearly devious smile.

“You got it.” Rainbow Dash replied.

“Um, Rarity? I really couldn’t find the…”

“Mustard? Really…what waaas I thinking? On second thought, Spike. I will not be in need of it…ah but, your best efforts are, of course, muuuch appreciated.” Rarity cut Spike’s sentence quite abruptly but quickly made up for it with a pat on the head and a sweetened, teasing voice, while she scratched beneath his chin.

He liked that. It more than made up for it.

After a pleasant hour of mindless conversation, with some inquiries into the pony world of Equestria, the time came to return to the working of the bookshelves. It was at that moment, just as Spike began to get a little help frisky, Rainbow Dash dropped the bomb on him.

“Hey Spike,” Rainbow tended to him with a somewhat playful spark in her voice, “did you know we’ve got a hedge maze here?”

“Really?!” Spike perked up, completely forgetting, then and there, about the ominous task of researching spells with Miss Luna and the other two girls.

“C’mon! I’ll race ya!” Rainbow challenged, and they were both out the towards the rear of the house within seconds. Luna, Rairty, and Applejack simply giggled in their wake.

“Wow! This is almost like the maze in the royal gardens in Canterlot!” Spike nearly sang his enthusiasm.

“Oh, really?” Rainbow Dash spoke, surprised, nearly shocked. “Well, I guess, if our worlds kinda mirror each other…that shouldn’t be such a shocker, heh.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

Rainbow suddenly got an idea. “So…you know this maze so good, huh? Howzabout a race to the center? Loser has to do whatever the winner says for one…whole…hour.”

Spike was certain that Rainbow had an edge on him, but, seeing the cute, young, perky body of this pretty filly in the sunlight did give him something to shoot for. “…You’re on.” Spike said with a somewhat sinister smile. Rainbow spread one across her lips as well.

Rainbow and Spike started off in a classic dueling pistoleer pose, back to back, on one side of the maze. “Ready…set…GO!” Rainbow sounded off in a growl, and they were off.

Rainbow Dash laughed hysterically as she made her way towards her corner of the maze. She looked behind her for a moment and saw that Spike was somewhat farther behind, on the verge of reaching his corner at least a second or so later than she. “Hahaha! Give it up, puppyboy! You don’t stand a chance!!!” she screamed as she disappeared around the bend. She ran hell for leather then, digging her toes into the ground as she ‘whooshed’ to the maze entrance, center of this side. They didn’t have a visual on each other now, but, Rainbow had every confidence, due to her superior speed and the multiple times she had both gotten lost and mastered every bend of this place, that she would most certainly reach the center first.

Turn after turn she went, seeming as if she’d cause a sonic rainboom, as she braced the very air resistance before her. And then, when she finally made it across a final straightaway, rounded the final bend, and breached the final bushy archway…she found Spike sitting in upon the broad, stone, circular bench of the great fountain.

He was only slightly winded. “Heh…heh…what took you so long?” he teased.

Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped wide open. “Buh…wah…how did…?”

“…Did you forget that there was a straight path down the middle from my side? Oh, and, um, what I should have said was, ‘this is almost like a PART of the maze in the royal gardens of Canterlot. I remember getting lost in here…a lot, when I was younger. Heheyahaha.”

Spike seemed to gloat, making Rainbow Dash’s cheeks puffy and her lips pursed and pouty. “Ooughhh, you…cheat!”

Spike prissily put a paw to his chest. “Oh! I soooo did not!” he teased again. “It’s not my fault you forgot the lay of the maze.”

Rainbow Dash plopped her rump down hard onto the cold, stone bench, folded her arms, and huffed her frustration as she tossed her gaze, opposite Spike’s direction.

Spike saw that she was indeed sore. “Aww, c’mon, Dash. It was just a silly little race. No need to take it seriously or nothin’.”

Dash turned half way towards Spike, her face relaxing a bit and agreeing with him.

“Okay…how ‘bout…I split the winnings with you. Would that make you feel better?”

A sly, fiery look crossed Rainbow’s face as she turned to Spike. “…You mean…thirty minutes your way, and then, thirty minutes my way?”

Spike looked skyward a bit, scratching his chin with his paw. “Well, I was actually thinking ‘ladies first’, but…we can do that, if you…”

“No!...aheh…I mean, uh, no, ‘ladies first’ sounds cool.” Rainbow quickly snatched up the reins of the situation.

“As you wish, my lady.” Spike bowed in place. “So what did you have in mind?”

Rainbow playfully looked skyward now, tapping her cute, little chin with a finger and a lopsided smile. “Weeeeeellllluh…”she said, faking deep thought and consideration. She then slowly, seductively straddled the great stone bench, slipping one leg into the cool, splashing water of the fountain while dangling a leg outside. Spike salivated and slurped as Rainbow leaned back, supporting her body behind her with her arms and presenting everything, her sweet, budding tater tots, her rosy little pussy, nestled within her thin, sculpted, wide open legs, all served up like a dish of fine, delectable treats upon a musky, sweaty, deliciously shimmering silver platter. With Spike slowly creeping up onto her, she needn’t say much else. “I think you get the picture.”

“More of the same?” Spike referenced the previous afternoon’s delights, his body now sliding up over hers as his lips came perilously close.

“And keep it coming.” Rainbow confirmed, and, straight after the words left her lips, he clamped a firm, passionate kiss onto her hot, impatient mouth.

They kissed deeply, passionately…messily, for a while. And then, he moved down, suckling and licking across her sensitive neck, making her feel strange, new pleasures, as her body was now intimately open to him. Her tiny cries and moans of delight were like Pop-Rocks, each slip and lick of his tongue set off a sparkling, tasty crackle of pleasure that he could almost feel himself. He sucked kisses off of her lightly budding breasts, kissing and worshiping around her chest, and spiraled closer…closer…closer to her large, excited nipples, until he kissed upon them as well and began suckling and tonguing over them, like tasty jewels of candy.

“Aghhh…Spikeh!” Rainbow moaned in a moment of sheer, mindless ecstasy.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, Dashy.” Spike moaned as well, as he enjoyed the wonderful taste of her sweet, salty, sweaty chest and tasty, budding nipples.

He continued his journey down, kissing and suckling down the center line of her well trimmed belly, and then, remembering her body’s details from the night before, he began spiraling again, kissing and licking, tracing large, arching patterns and getting ever more closer to her blushing, excited, anticipating womanhood. “Oughhh, Spikehhh…you’re making me crazeeehhh…” Rainbow Dash panted heavily as she nearly lifted her lower body, serving herself up like a hot meal on a silver platter.

Spike followed her lead and slipped his large, silky, furry paws underneath her rump, holding her up with animal hunger…as he came close, kissing now up and down her sweet, sticky, blushing slit and extra sensitive clit.

Rainbow looked away, barely able to contain the pleasure exploding within her body. “Aghh…” she moaned, as Spike pressed a kiss, deep into her pussy. Then, when his hunger could absolutely wait no longer, he opened his mouth and began slipping his hot, salivating tongue into the folds of her pussy, and closed his eyes as he licked and ate of her. “Aghhh…fuckhhh…oughhh…Spiiikehhh!” Rainbow moaned as she felt his hot, slippery tongue taste and stroke gently yet firmly into her body. She panted endlessly, punctuating her silent sentences with a sweet, fiery groan of her delicious voice, as he continued to lick and stroke hungrily into her sticky, tasty sweetmeats. He turned his head sideways so his tongue could fit finely into her slit, stroking and licking left and right from his perspective, up and down her hot pussy’s lips, from hers, and continued to savor and taste her, until her body gave a good, explosive, uncontainable push, and she began spilling hot, sweet pussy juice, all over his tongue. “Aghhhhhhhh, Spikeh!!!” Rainbow crooned. Spike loved the taste of her burning love juice so much that he moved on instant impulse, turning his head upright, capping his large mouth over her entire, burning cunt, and drinking the sweet gift of ambrosia from her body. He ravenously slid his hungry tongue through her burning pussy’s lips and stroked around her sensitive clit, making her shudder in place as he drank his fill and tasted her burning pussy. Rainbow sang a chorus of constant moans, barely believing what he was doing to her, as he all but sucked the sweet, womanly juices from her cunt and made love, stroking his tongue across her swollen clit and tasty pussy lips. It all became too much for her body to take and she soon collapsed her rump into his hands, unable to hold herself up to him with her legs, and he gently let her down onto the stone.

“Alright…” Spike groaned, ravenously hungry for even more of Rainbow’s body, “…your thirty is up. Heh…heh…time for me to get my fill of you.” Spike moaned, panting for breath. He soon presented his hard, excited cock, a large, hungry, throbbing sausage of meat that was torturously starving for pussy.

“Nohh…don’t you DARE!” Rainbow protested, unsure of what it would be like to have him stuff her overpleasured pussy with this thing that all but stared back at her.

“Heheee, no way, missy. I gave it to you…now you gotta give it to me!” Spike said, claiming his prize with a grin. He pressed his hard, slippery cock, making Rainbow feel the cooler, softer texture of its head as it kissed its introduction to her pussy.

“Oh gahhd…you’re not seriously gonna put that thing…OUGHHHHHH!!!” Dash groaned as she felt his large, powerful, slippery stick slide deeper and deeper, slowly into her love canal, sparking slow yet sudden pleasure to shock through her body. “Aggghhhh!!! Oh gahhhhdddehhhh!”

“Ohhhhhhhhyeeeaaaaahhhhhhh…” Spike moaned as his cock was soon sheathed, from tip to knot, deep inside Rainbow’s tight, wet, burning pussy.

A smile began crossing Rainbow’s face as Spike began shoving away, swiftly pounding and stroking inside of her body, and making her tighten up with good, hard pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhmigoshohmigoshohmigosh…oooooooooohhhh, Spike!” she all but sang, “Ooooooh, yes! Ohhhhh, you’re fuhhhkingmeeeeeeehhhhhhhh, ohhhhhyeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Ohhhhhh yeah, Rainbow…your body feels sooohhhhgooooohhhhhd!” Spike moaned as well, as he shook, fuck, and vibrated inside her body. They both began a strange, slight ‘face’ off then, panting with open mouths, dribbling tongues flopping about, silent ‘ooh’s spoken to each other, as well as tiny giggling fits, all erupting while Spike pounded away like a gentle jackhammer, fucking and pleasuring Rainbow’s thankful pussy. Spike rolled her body backward a bit, curling her ass up to point upward as he pounded down, deep into her body, giving her his full length in hard, deep thrusts. They then rolled backward and Spike was laid on his back, as Rainbow Dash took the reins and began grinding and swiveling herself with his hard, slippery meat stick buried deep inside of her. Spike took the opportunity to put his large paws around Rainbow’s muscular but thin body, wrapping his hands around her torso, so that his forefingers could clasp slightly at her back, just beneath her shoulders, and his large, cushiony thumbs could circle and dance about, pleasuring her large, erect, attentive nipples. Soon after, they both curled up together, Spike rising to press his face against her chest as Rainbow pulled him close. They then fucked madly into each other, enjoying the hard, shocking pleasure that came from their hot, stroking interactions from their lower bodies. Spike kissed and sucked upon Rainbow’s nipples as Rainbow fucked hard and fast, down onto Spike’s hard, hungry manhood.

“Ohhhhhhmigosh, Spike…it feels so goohhd to fuck youhhh…” Rainbow growled, fucking and fucking, harder and faster, onto Spike’s stiff, slippery prick.

“Mmmmmhmmmmm, Rainbow.” Spike said as he feasted upon her puffy breasts and stiff nipples. “And it feels so good to…oughhh….everything, youhhh…” Spike answered, rudimental, yet, his words certainly sufficed.

They fucked harder and faster, both of them feeling that they were getting close to the edge, especially since Spike’s cock reached such a steely texture that it may as well have been made of steel. “OUGH, RAINBOW!!!” Spike groaned as he began to grind his teeth from the extreme, fiery pleasure.

“OUGHH, SPIKEHH!!! GIVE IT TO MEEEH!” Rainbow commanded and soon he was erupting a geyser of hot, thick, burning cum, deep into her body, as she kept fucking and fucking him for more. He was filling her up so well that it all but came streaming and gushing out of her body, decorating her pussy with pearls and strings of hot, thick, gooey love. “OUGHHHH, MY PUSSEEEEEEEEEEHHHH…AGHHHHH!!!” Rainbow screamed as she fucked herself into climax and began gushing and gushing more splashing streams of sweet, shimmering love juice all over Spike’s lower body. So heavy was their pleasure that it made Rainbow Dash’s legs quake with utter muscle failure, and, finally, she slipped down, her pussy still riding, burying Spike’s cock deeply and tightly inside of her, and they both collapsed into a heavy, straddle legged pile upon the fountain bench.

The two champion players lay together now, huffing and panting, in a hot, steamy pile of flesh, their sweat and cum laden bodies shimmering in the afternoon sun.

As Rainbow got her voice back, she continued to feel Spike’s large, throbbing member, slowly, slowly slip from her thankful pussy’s love canal. “Mmmm, loverboy…you can fuck me with that thing, anytime.” she groaned happily as she rested her head upon his chest.

Spike pulled a paw up and petted HER head, this time. “Yeah…I like the sounda that.” He huffed, and they giggled and sighed, soon passing out, one leg wet and one leg dry, as they basked in the shimmering sunlight, reflected from the babbling waters of the centerpiece fountain.

Occupy Me - Verse 2

It was already late afternoon when Spike began to wake. He shifted left and shifted right a bit, relieving and also introducing his leg to more wetness. He remembered then where he was. The shadows were already growing long as he began to open his eyes, and gone was the refracted dance of sunlight that spilled out from the fountain. He began reaching around his chest, looking for Rainbow’s wild mane of musky yet womanly delicious perfumed hair, but, only a trace of it wafted from where her head once rested upon him. It was a bit lonely then. Spike could use at least a little, lingering company from her.

“Hnnnnhhhh…guess she went inside…” Spike groaned as he rose, blinking the sleep from his eyes and scratching the area at the back of his head that was previously lying upon the stone of the bench. He retrieved his wet and somewhat wrinkly leg from the fountain’s pool and wrung out its fur.

Spike looked around, taking in the quiet and the sights, listening to a light birdsong coming from some nearby bush and watching the golden rays of sunlight slowly make way for the cool evening shade. It was getting lonely, and a bit chilly, so, he wandered back towards the sanctuary of Rarity’s tower.

After a minute or two, taking the long way out of the maze, Spike had made his way across the gardens and into the kitchen. None of the girls were there. So, he strolled on forwards to the lounge, where all the girls were situated in a sort of school circle around Miss Luna. Upon hearing Spike’s footsteps, they turned and regarded him…with a somewhat troubled look upon their faces. Some of the girls were forcing a half grin while the others were facing him, yet, they looked away with an air of disappointment.

“Hey, ladies,” Spike broke the silence, “…uh…what’s goin’ on?”

The young ladies began fidgeting then, looking this way and that, scratching the backs of their heads and shuffling their feet. They also looked at each other, with an urging gaze in their eyes, as if they wanted anyone other than themselves to say something.

Rarity, looking downward and pursing her lips together, gathered up the courage and stepped forward. “…Ehm, Spiike…we…I’m dreadfully sorry, but, we have some bad news that’s…a good deal troublesome to impart.”

‘Bad news’, Spike pondered. It indeed was on the tip of his tongue, when considering his situation, but, it never occurred to him that it would become a reality. “I…I see. Lemme guess…” Spike forced himself, but, the least he could do for everyone’s troubles was ease the weight of telling the news…even though he himself did not want to say it. “…There’s no cure or, uh, counter…spell to what’s happened to me, is there?”

The ladies silently confirmed it. Some joined hands before themselves…most turned away or looked toward the ground.

“…I’m so terribly sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.” Miss Luna shook her head and spoke with deep regret.

“…I…well…I can’t say that it’s all alright, but, I mean, you weren’t yourself, and…hey…what if we copy the situation and try…” Spike suddenly perked up, thinking that, if the conditions were duplicated, the same actions might be able to pull him out of it.

“I thought of that myself, Spike, but…I was in a drunken stupor. Considering what I’ve done already…”

“…Who knows what might happen if we do it again?” Spike finished Miss Luna’s sentence.

She regretfully nodded in reply.

“…Yeah…you’re right.” Spike thought and thought, as the silence in the room became unbearable. He then said, “Hey,” with a defeated yet optimistic point of view in his voice, “this was an honest mistake, right? And I’m sure that Twilight can find a cure for me in OUR Equestria. Why…the place is just teaming with magic, after all.”

Miss Luna and the girls slowly came around, picking up their spirits and pulling their hopes up off the ground.

They smiled and nodded towards each other as Spike continued to encourage them. “Yeah…with the best forces of magic available…in fact…I’m sure of it. I mean, think about how powerful Equestrian magic is, just between us here. There’s no harm done! We’ll get me fixed up in no time!”

“Hey, yeah! He’s right! Let’s not forget the fall formal!” Rainbow Dash yelled and the rest of them nearly cheered. “That was SO…AWESOME!” she finished with a squeal.

As the girls began high-fiving each other, Miss Luna, smiling warmly, came forward to embrace Spike for salvaging her dignity. “Thank you, Spike. I am SO SORRY for doing this to you.”

Spike embraced back, gently and warmly. “Hey, s’alright, Princess…er, Miss Luna. It was a mistake, right?” They pulled back from each other and Spike reached up to wipe a stray tear from Miss Luna’s eyes. “…’sides.” Spike began giggling slightly. “If you really feel that bad, you can…make it up to me…somehow.”

Luna immediately began chuckling. So did the girls, as they overheard his assertion.

“Oh, Spike. You are absolutely incorrigible!” Rarity commented through giggles.

“Oh, I know!” Spike said with a proud smile...which soon dissipated into a look of confusion. “Eh…what’s incorrigible mean?”

Everyone let out a howl of laughter. It was evident then that the dark cloud that was hanging over the house had cleared. Although the situation remained unresolved…it was, at least, saved.

Evening fell upon Rarity’s tower and, again, the lounge was awash with the beautiful glow of candlelight. The little snack table was neatly arrayed with various forms of amuse-bouche, some light servings of cheese and crackers, as well as a crudités platter with some zesty, savory dips and pickles. They had, moments before, ordered a few pies of gourmet pizza and were entertaining themselves while they awaited its arrival. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were doing a few rough and tumble things across the bearskin rug, giggling and wrestling, via thumb, hand, or whole body, while Rarity and Miss Luna had the large, more than half human, yet adequately furry, Spike, resting across their laps. The three of them rested beside Applejack and Rainbow Dash and fed him bits and pieces of meat and bread, occasionally nibbling at a few pieces themselves of course, while occasionally rubbing his belly and making him pant and flutter his enormous paws. It was awkward, but, he was cute and it was all in good fun. Just as well, they were constantly tempted to sneakily reach down to his soft, furry genital pouch and begin fondling it…but their collective spirit of civility seemed to keep them both in check.

…Or so they thought…

Miss Luna, occupied with petting down Spike’s lower body, happened to catch sight of Spike’s large, firm, shapely balls and the sweet, cute, furry bulk of his beckoning genital pouch. She slowly turned her gaze to Rarity, with a quirky smirk and a raised brow. Rarity suddenly felt her look upon her and returned the stare, puzzled. Then, as Miss Luna gave a cheery yet nervous little smile, Rarity spied her hand reaching for Spike’s area and all of his meaty bits.

Rarity’s eyes and mouth widened with shock. She sucked in a quiet yet evidently sudden breath. “…miss lunahh!” she whispered in a yell, soon placing her hands upon her hips in angered protest.

Miss Luna giggled then. “Oh, do loosen up, dear.” she said, calmly. “It’s not like…even you didn’t have some…fun? With him?”

Rairty blushed, nearly hiccupping in reply. “Aheheh…wehhlll…that iiis true…hahahahh…”

That little shot caught her right in the face. Knowing that, Miss Luna decided to press the issue. “Besides…even I could use a little…more…” she said and turned her attention back to Spike’s large, meaty apparatus.

“Huh? Ehwhat are you guys talking abhhhoughhh!” Spike’s question was immediately chewed within his teeth, as he suddenly felt the gentle, curious hand of a lady, tracing and softly fondling about his large, firm balls and his soft, little shaft, currently hiding within its furry sheath. “Huhh…huhhheyy…I thought y-you were finished with thahh…houhhh…”

“Ehehehhh…it seems Vice Principal Luna isn’t…ehm…quite done yet…Spikey-poo.” Rarity nearly turned away from Miss Luna and regarded Spike, petting his upper body down as he shifted in reaction. Although Rarity certainly gave Spike just about everything there was in a hot, violent flurry of passion, she just didn’t seem comfortable with what was going on. After all…they were NOT the slightest bit drunk.

“Aaaaughhaaaaahhh…” Spike moaned with pleasure, as Miss Luna’s nimble pair of hands gently massaged his large, firm balls and slowly, lovingly stroked their fingers up and down his doggy cock’s soft, furry sheath. His wet little head was now peeking out from its hiding place and the slippery, slowly filling meat of the shaft was slowly following. As Spike pulled his head up to watch, he met eyes with this snakey, seductress who gave him a hot, narrow gaze and an easy smile.

“…Would you like to watch me suck it, Spikey dear?” Miss Luna spoke, her voice slithering like smokey snakes from her sweet, icy lips.

Spike managed a weak smile as shock filled Rarity’s face. She had never heard a lady utter such unhindered, passionate speech in her presence before. Well…at least not with a clear mind.

Miss Luna smiled again, accepting Spike’s gesture as an invitation. She soon lowered her mouth to Spike’s slowly filling shaft, whose stiffness soon rapidly came as he felt Luna’s hot, hungry breath blast upon his sensitive meat. “Ahnnnn…” Miss Luna moaned and panted as she opened her mouth and loosed her tongue upon his slippery shaft, closing her eyes and running her hot, delicate palette across his length, as she wagged her head back and forth in slow motion.

Rarity looked about her in an awkward way. She didn’t want anything to do with what Miss Luna was doing to Spike, behind her, but, on the other hand, the warm, hazy look that came across Spike’s face was adorable. She looked on, as Spike occasionally moaned his ‘ohhs’ and ‘ahhs’, slightly joining the party by petting and rubbing about his throat and chest area. Then, as Miss Luna began kissing and slipping her lips up and down his appreciative shaft, Spike suddenly looked up to Rarity and gently made a sweet yet, cryptic motion. He took a paw, smiled at Rarity, and then gave his lips a couple of taps. He then proceeded to tap upon Rarity’s lips. It took a few seconds for the message to sink in, but, Rarity surely got it. He wanted a kiss. “O-ah…ohoh…ehem…really, Spike? You want…” Rarity fidgeted.

Spike, happy that she took the hint, closed his eyes and smiled, extending his paws forward to receive her.

She didn’t want to do it at first, with the awkward thought of someone else kissing and pleasuring his manhood while she did it, but, unwilling to refuse such a warm invitation from her little Spikey-poo, she went ahead and slipped herself forward, slowly bowing her face towards him with a smile. Her troubles and cares upon the matter seemed to melt away, as he gently pressed his large, soft paws upon her warm, blushing cheeks, gently urging her forward with a slight pull. Their eyes closed and their lips puckered, soon softly joining in a tender, heavenly kiss. “Ooooommmmm…” Rarity moaned, entranced with the warm spirit of love about them. So, they began gently pecking at each other, kiss by kiss, giggling slightly, and then pressing firmer, warmer, and more passionately into each other. Rarity slipped her arms around his and hugged about his shoulders as he soon began slipping his paws around her as well. He pulled her in closer, as their sweet pressing kisses turned into one, warm, constant kiss, and they engaged in hot, passionate petting. Rarity’s hands began running through Spike’s new, more human tuft of wavy hair and she couldn’t decide which her hands enjoyed more: his long, smooth strands of dark, silky, manly hair or his soft, furry cheeks and nape. She passionately smoothed over and enjoyed the feel of his sweet puppy-boy head, as Spike began enjoying the smooth feel of her soft, tender skin, over her shoulders…her sides…her back…her hips…up across the landscape of her back again…down to massage and caress the filling curves of her womanly bottom…and then, finding the outskirts of the soft, radiantly warm territory of her womanhood. “Mmmmmph…” Rarity moaned as Spike’s hands teased and wandered over her sweet, smooth, delicate rump. They were kissing deeply now, mouths open and tongues engaged in a wild, twisting waltz. They supped upon each other’s lips as if they were eating each other, then, suddenly, Spike withdrew to speak.

His hands and digits were resting just outside Rarity’s radiating lower lips. He then looked deep into her eyes and spoke, “…Rarity? I wanna kiss you…down there.”

Miss Luna smiled, eavesdropping on their situation and glad they were both loosening up a bit. Not to be outdone, she too upped the ante by taking long, broad strokes all up and down Spike’s shaft, as he soon came into full hardness.

“Ohhh…I don’t know, Spike. I don’t feel…proper with that…” Rairty replied, coyly turning away, cutely shrugging, and nibbling at her fingers a bit.

“Oh pleeeeeease? I really wanna give something special to you.” Spike urged.

Rarity continued to fidget, yet, again, she melted inside, accepting his invitation, blind to what may lie ahead. “Ohh…I suppose it would be…alright…but…if…you’d only be gentle with me…”

“Oh, absolutely! I’ll be reeeal nice, I promise!”

Rarity perked up a nervous little smile. She slowly began coming forward, prepared to straddle herself across his face, when she felt a gentle rapping upon her shoulder. It was Miss Luna, trying to get her attention.

“…Other way, darling.” she said.

Rarity didn’t quite pick up what she was saying.

“Eh turn this way. I could use some help, because…he’s a little TOO much man for me.”

Rarity then caught sight of Spike’s unbridled member. His cock was a full, throbbing, meaty mass. Its bulb was pronounced and its shaft was easily thick enough to fill the hand, and then some. Rarity suddenly felt she was at the gates of absolute sex, touching upon the threshold of a wild, unpredictable adventure. She had the thought of getting out now, possibly substituting herself with one of the other girls who would be far less adamant about taking her place, but, she also knew that Spike wanted her. He wanted to make love to her, even if it was only by mouth. ‘And what am I anyway? A lady or a little girl?’ she asked herself.

Willing to throw caution to the wind, she turned and gave Spike a warm, seductive stare. “Taaaaake me, darling.” she all but sang, “…For I shall do nooo less to you.”

Spike and Rarity shared a brief giggle over Rarity’s rather bold phrase of words. She then scooted her knees parallel to his shoulders and threw a leg over him, squarely placing her moist, steamy womanhood out, open, and in his face, while his eyes and hands had a purely, uninhibited view of her luscious rump. “MMMmmmmmmm…” Spike moaned, closing his eyes and drinking in the aroma of her warm, blushing rose. The scent of lychee and cinnamon tea filled his nostrils. He HAD to taste her. His paws caressed, wandered, and occasionally squeezed her smooth and luscious pair of buttocks as he pulled her closer and closer to his mouth. Finally, he opened wide for her, his hot, hungry breath tickling her sensitive lips, as he ever so gently closed his eyes and touched his tongue to her blushing lips to taste them.

“Ohhh…” Rarity moaned as she felt his warm, slippery tongue make contact with her tender pussy’s lips. She soon felt him lap, slowly and firmly, through the individual folds of her womanhood. His tongue stroked well into the deep recesses of her inner and outer lips and, occasionally, he took several broad, sweeping strokes of her entire womanhood. “Unhhhh…Spikehhh…” Rarity moaned as she settled herself to gently perch herself onto his face. He ate her out, slow, firm, and passionately. She didn’t want to mover herself from that very spot, closing her eyes and simply enjoying, as his wet, hot, hungry little muscle made loving work of her thankful pleasure box.

Spike loved it, tasting and wandering through the sweet, warming folds of Rarity’s deliciously sticky lips and enjoying the ever heightening sensation of her rising temperature. Positive feedback was always good and her pussy did not lie. The sweet, mounting heat only cheered him on to keep licking and licking through the hot, juicy folds of her delicate flesh.

“Ahhh…hah…hah…….oooooohhhhhhh…” Rarity panted and moaned as she soon felt Spike settle into a constant motion with his broad tongue. He capped over all her lips and pressed firmly against them, slowly swiveling and stroking in a circular motion and warmly massaging into her body. All the feelings she received from him made Rarity topple forward, slowly and animal-like, as she reached for Spike’s large, meaty cock. She was enthralled within the confines of his silent love song to her body and longingly took hold of his shaft. She began to tease and pump his shaft with her palm and fingertips, adoring his stiff manhood, from knot to head, with long, caressing strokes, while Miss Luna passionately licked her side of him in a similar fashion.

“Nhnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh…” Spike moaned as he felt his manhood pleasured by Rarity’s delicate hand and Miss Luna’s hot, lustful tongue. He then involuntarily tilted his head so he could use the narrower angle of attack to start tonguing narrowly into the individual folds of Rarity’s sweet, sweet womanhood. He licked across every ridgeline, every valley, pressing deeply into the tasty hiding places of her outer folds, going across and between each lip he encountered, tongued good and long, deeply into the sweet center and the initial depths of her hot, tasty love canal, and then left her at a mere tease for a moment there, as he continued his journey back out to the lips on the other side.

“Ohohhh, don’t tease me, Spiiikeh! Take me, ahhhll. Ooh…and don’t forget that sweet little cherry on top. Ehshe needs muhhhch love tooooh.” Rarity moaned in her sweet, melodic tones as she impatiently awaited Spike’s unbridled actions.

“Mmmm, as the lady wishes…” Spike spoke between blissful licks of Rarity’s candy lips, and happily so. He slowly and hungrily began his exploration into her sweet, soft, warming cavern, pressing gently into her outer meats and slowly twirling his tongue just inside her delectable love canal. He also began making passes upwards, out of her burning tunnel and over to the sweet fleshy cherry of her attentive clitoris, passing around and around, slowly, making sure that he was giving just enough and not too much pressure to this tasty, sensitive morsel.

Rarity began panting hard and heavy, nearly unable to voice a word and only passing hot, isolated moans from all that Spike was giving her. She slumped forward, as she felt a little embarrassed, crying into the air with such unbridled notes of passion, and began filling her hungry lips with large mouthfuls of Spikes stiff, slippery meat. “Ohmmmmm….mmm…mmmph!” she moaned as she writhed with loving pleasure. Such was her fiery lust for him now that she began plunging slow and evenly over his broad, meaty head, hungrily tonguing and tonguing his tasty flesh and pleasuring it to grow to a rock-like hardness. His head loved her for it, all this sweet, firm, careful love that she gave to it, as she twisted her beautiful lips and sweet, heavenly face left and right in hot, passionate sucking. Miss Luna was just as well into her share of his meat, gently sucking slow, firm, stroking kisses from his shaft. She slid her soft and luscious lips up and down his shaft, pulsing them with a constant, massaging presses as she sucked upon him, and she constantly tasted upon him with a firm, hungry, flicking tongue, as if her mouth was slowly cooking his meat like a rotisserie. Rarity slowly, passionately, ate and devoured his head, sweetly smacking her lips across the ridge of his head as she did, pumping slowly and constantly, as Miss Luna turned her head left and right, constantly sucking and licking up and down his shaft, as the both of them nearly joined hands over his large, pulsing knot, lovingly palming and massaging it in worship.

“Ahnnnnnhhh…nnnnnnhhhh…mmmmmmmph!...” Spike moaned, constantly, as the two ladies ate nearly every inch of him. As his entire lower body felt engulfed in waves of flaming pleasure, he echoed all of it back into his devotion upon Rarity’s sweet, tasty womanhood. As if it wasn’t enough to have his whole manhood devoured by two ravishingly seductive ladies, he was in absolute heaven, eating Rarity’s sweet, tasty pussy, tonguing and tonguing into her hot, sticky inner meats, as she began letting loose a hot, sugary love juice to trickle and tingle across his tongue. Her lower body began to shake and vibrate in his paws as he lovingly gripped onto her soft, shapely bottom and hungrily lick through her lips, up and down, up and down, tasting and tasting her hot, sticky sweetmeats and all but burying his face into her body. She was delicious…so delicious in fact…that he capped his mouth over her womanhood, tonguing wildy and stroking firmly, from her burning love hole to her firm, tasty, sensitive clitoris, and began sucking the juice from her tasty little watering hole.

“…mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMOHHHHHHHHHAHHHHH!!!” Rarity moaned as she choicelessly arched her back in reaction. As soon as Spike began sucking on her pussy and drinking the juices from her body with passionate force, an electric shock seemed to go through her, as if she was struck by lightning. The feeling shot through her core, straight from her womanhood, as Spike hungrily gripped on to her lovely rump, sucking and working on her pussy with a hard, passionate tongue. It was as if something knocked loose or flicked on some magical switch inside of her and her eyes shot wide open. She simply knelt in place and panted hard, on her forearms and knees, almost helpless to the feeling that Spike was giving her, and shook, moaning silently and huffing intensely as she did. Soon, the feeling overtook her, making such a powerful, pleasurous feeling inside that she felt it through the roots of her very limbs. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head, as she had such an earth shattering orgasm that tears welled and spilled from the corners of her eyes. She felt as if she was floating and soaring through clouds…like a goddess.

Spike didn’t realize what he was doing to her. He was still so wrapped up in worshiping her body that he only gave her more…more…more, firmly stroking through all of her pussy with a strong, ravenously hungry tongue, and sucking, gulping down the geyser of sweet, hot, burning love juice that erupted from Rarity’s smooth, lovely body.

“H-…hahhhhh…OHHHHHH…Y—YESSSSS!!! HAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Rarity screamed.

As Spike got his drunken fill off of Rarity’s candied sweetmeats and she began running dry on her sweet river of love juice, he suddenly became aware of her body’s nearly violent reaction to him. “R…Rarity??? Are you alrighhhmmmmmmph!” He was unable to finish his sentence, due to the fact that Rarity’s body slumped down onto him…her muffin in particular, muffling anything that he even thought he was going to say. “Wmmm…Wehwwwiwwwee!!!” he called her name, with her hot, overcooked womanhood in his mouth. He gently moved to roll her body off of him, being careful as he could, as he didn’t know exactly what was wrong with her.

Rarity didn’t quite lose consciousness, but, there was a good long while that her head was in a complete and utter haze. An eternity of five minutes passed and she felt as if she was submerged in a sea of electricity. Every inch of skin she bore to the open air felt unexplainably, really, really good, as if the universe was caressing her with ethereal fingertips. It was all such a magical feeling that she could have sworn she was grinning from ear to ear.

“…You…alright?” Spike asked, worriedly, and gently nudged her shoulder.

Suddenly, she felt an almost painful, prickly shock stream through her skin, emanating from the area of Spike’s touch. “Ough!!! Dhh…don’t!!!” Rairty squealed, turning her shoulder away from Spike.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack, who had been silently watching in awe as the whole event unfolded, suddenly got to their feet and approached Rarity. “Rarity! What’s wrong???” Rainbow Dash nearly yelled her concern.

“Talk tuh us, girl.” Applejack asserted. A mixture of concern as well, coupled with a good dose of frustration, erupted within her voice. “Y’all need to get a grip and tell us what’s a’goin’ wrong with ya.”

“I…I-don’t…” Rarity tried to begin, but, even she didn’t know what was going on with her body. It was giving her quite a fright, as she tried to wrench down her feelings.

“Rarity, please! I-if I’ve done anything wrong I need to…” Spike spoke, tears nearly welling in his eyes, as the last thing in the world he would have ever wanted was to cause the woman of his desires any pain…but…he, as well as everyone else, was interrupted by Miss Luna’s calm, composed demeanor.

“Everyone, please…” she said as she clapped her hands to get their attention. Everyone in the room then watched with anxiety as she stepped over to Rarity with a curious hand upon her chin and a nearly detective like gaze within her eye. “Hmmmm…” she began as she bent over and looked the girl over. Rarity stared back with innocence and a little fear within her wide, puppy dog eyes, as she awaited Luna’s words. After briefly looking her over, she gently reached forward and took one of her hands in hers. She began to softly stroke her forearm. “Tell me, my dear,” she began, “how does this feel?”

Rarity nearly rolled her eyes in ecstasy. “Oooohhhh, Miss Luna…that feels…soooooooooh gooohhhhhhhohhhhhd.”

Luna giggled and then coaxed Rarity to stand and walk over to sit upon the couch. “Let me guess, my dear. Sweet, tingly pins and needles, aaaall over your body? And you can feel nearly every air current caress your skin, as if every cell was connected straight to your vagina?”

Although she didn’t agree with the last part of her description, “Yes…yes indeed!” was what Rarity said.

Miss Luna smiled warmly, confirming with closed, satisfied eyes, as if she was a sage of sex. “What you’ve experienced…and ARE experiencing is something called a full body orgasm. And believe me…I ahhm envious.”

Applejack and Rainbow Dash eased up a bit then, although a good bit of excitement, mixed with jealousy, did overcome them.

“Yeah?! What’s it like?” Rainbow said, as she and Applejack scrambled to sit on their knees before Rarity, as if some sort of science class was in session.

Spike, on the other hand, was only confused, and still a little worried. “Uhh, so…I didn’t do anything harmful to her…right?” Spike ventured, slowly scooting forwards with guilt in his bones.

Rarity was touched…and a little worried with him. “Ohhhh, Spiiike. I’m sure you’ve not.” she said cutely, adoringly. She patted the couch cushion next to her. “Sit next to mama, darling, ohhh and don’t worry. You’ve done me more…good than you think, nnhehe.” she finished as Spike crawled and curled up next to her, placing his head in her lap so she could nuzzle him, face to face, and stroke all over his sweet, furry head. To tell the truth, it slightly made his fairly adult male body look somewhat odd, even pathetic, when behaving like a typical puppy. One would wonder, despite Spike’s fairly intelligent, self aware behavior, why he would still act like that. However, it absolutely matched with his puppy boy face, especially when he sloppily began lapping at Rarity’s cheek.

“Ohh, goodness, Spike, hehehe, dooo control yourself!” Rarity replied. Her words protested, but, her voice certainly sang enjoyment.

No one witnessing Rarity and Spike in this condition absolutely knew how to feel, but, at the very least, they all thought it was adorable…despite the large, trim, manly body. As Spike’s hyperactive nature came through and he played his paws in a slight boxing match with Rarity’s hands, everyone soon began huddling close in a spirit of warm fuzziness and began petting Spike once again, all over, and making him pant happily. Rarity nuzzled and embraced Spike’s happy, furry puppy head, while Dash and AJ rubbed at his tummy, giggling. Then, with all this petting and touching, Spike involuntarily became just the slightest bit aroused. His sleepy little cock’s head began presenting itself with giddy ignorance towards its surroundings, unaware that Miss Luna, petting from above and behind the couch, as well as Rainbow and Applejack were well within visual range.

“Oh mah, hehehe,” Applejack giggled, “I’luuks lahk owur little friend could use a little more…lovin’.”

“Hehehe, you’re right, Applejack. He definitely wants to come out and play too.” Rainbow spoke in agreement.

“How true, girls. I do believe I left a question in my head unanswered, so, I think I’ll be joining you.” Miss Luna chimed in as well.

“What question was that, teach?” Rainbow asked, confused.

“How many licks does it take to get to the creamy center of a Spikey pop, of course.” Luna answered and the three of them giggled profusely.

“What’r you guys talking abaahhhawww…ough…not again. I thought you all were done…” Spike tugged his head up just in time to find Miss Luna and Applejack fondling and playfully squeezing at his undercarriage.

“What? No way!” Rainbow Dash replied with a happy spirit of rebellion. “Rarity here is the only one who got her rocks popped!”

“Ehem…ladies do not have ‘rocks’ to pop, darling.” Rarity quickly corrected her friend.

“Heheh, oh, yeah…right. Ehhhneeway…I say it’s my turn to get my pussy popped, and…aheee wouldn’t be surprised if Miss Luna and Aj’r interested in making you do some…poppin’ of your own.” Rainbow grinned deviously as she placed her hands on her hips, presenting her lower body and especially her steamy, blushing womanhood before Spike, and made the other two ladies giggle when their words sank in.

Spike smirked, in slight reaction to his situation and also to all the cheesy sex jokes. He looked up to Rarity, “S’gonna be another long night for me, isn’t it?”

Rarity only grinned in reply.

Rainbow soon began straddling over Spike’s head, gently nudging at Rarity to scoot aside and give her some room. “One side, missy, if ya wouldn’t mind.” she said, trying to be polite. Rarity nodded in return as she let her have Spike’s cute, furry, and slightly worried face. As he soon felt Miss Luna and Applejack’s adoring lips, puckered and tickling at his genital pouch, Rainbow’s pussy soon came into close proximity to his nose and lips, filling his senses with a hot, musky, more animal scent than Rarity’s. “Get ta munchin’, little guy.” Rainbow said, far less shamefully or sensitive than the night before. All seemed to be progressing towards the hot and heavy, but then…

*DING DONG!!!*

…The house’s fairly loud doorbells sounded off like a claxon.

“What thuh…wah?” Rainbow looked up with the rest of the girls as they all looked in the general direction of the front doorway.

“…Oh…pizza’s here.” they all grunted.

“Way to ruin the mood!” Rainbow grumbled as she got off of Spike. She didn’t recall a previous time in her life when she would be so crushed in anticipation towards receiving a meal. Frustrated and torn, she suddenly grinned. “Hey…let’s spook the pizza guy!” she suggested, making all the sexually frustrated girls, including Miss Luna, light up with happy deviance. Even Rarity and Spike, who were somewhat in a spirit of sideline spectatorhood, seemed to jump at the chance. They all jumped up and rushed down the hall, the whole naked mass of them, and posted themselves in a rather welcoming, picturesque pose before the main doorway. “Answer it! Answer it, Rarity!!!” Rainbow Dash squealed in an almost screaming whisper.

Rarity giggled as she pranced towards the door. She then composed herself…took a firm grip upon the door’s grand, crystal gilded golden latch…and pulled upon it, clicking the door free to open. As she blushed and swung the large, heavy door wide for all to see, she greeted, “HeloooooOOOAHAAHHHHH?!?!”

…Everyone’s giddy little face drooped into a look of shock and disappointment, just after Rarity did a clumsy leap back in the same spirit of fright.

There was indeed a person before them, carrying a short stack of pizza boxes high and to their right, in a typical pizza delivery fashion…but…it certainly wasn’t the typical pizza guy. In fact…it was a girl.

She wore a titanium white windbreaker with blue edge trimmings, and a tennis skirt to match. Purple fingerless gloves covered up to her forearms. Her slim yet sturdy legs were wrapped in a pair of form fitting leggings, high-cut at the shins, with bright purple lightning bolts and a darker, hot purple background. Blue and light grey sneakers with purple tongues were comfortably clad upon her feet, and, most distinctively upon her, a pair of large, dark, purple lensed sunglasses with a black and grey frame spanned her face. Her hair was a wild shade of blue with a cyan stripe running through it, giving the impression that her reckless weave was styled by Thor himself. It was crazed enough to give Rainbow Dash’s frazzled mane a run for its money. The last bit of interest lay in her ‘necklace’. She didn’t have a necklace…she was wearing headphones.

“Heey…yo, Rarity…you havin’ some sorta…crazy party here, or somethin’?” she spoke, her brow both scrunching in confusion and raising in an interest to join in on the fun.

“Vuh…Vinyl?” Rarity stammered. The rest of the Addams Family behind her simply either knelt or stood in silence, maintaining their strange, frozen portrait.

“Hey Vinyl, what’s…gehhh…” another girl spoke as she came to stand at Vinyl’s side. She sported a mini-skirt…a leather jacket…and a wild, large, yet graceful mane that contained the colors of a burning sunset. Naturally…her name was Sunset Shimmer…and she was positively shocked at what she saw, just within the doorway.

“Outta my way! How dare you leave behind the great and powerful Trixeeehhhhhh…” an obnoxious, moon lit, petite girl bumped her way between Sunset and Vinyl. Her voice seemed to fade into a wheeze as she came to view what silenced her companions. She needed no introduction, and, needless to say…she as well was simply…shocked.

Shake Your Tail - Verse 1

A great silence befell the grounds of the homestead. The light evening breeze was charming and crisp, as it swam past with a slight, biting chill. An unknown amount of time passed as everyone stared at each other across the threshold of the main doorway, all wide-eyed and nervous, with or without respective clothing.

“Ss…suh…soooooo, Sunset Shimmer, ahehehh…wh-what brings you to my humble abode, this time of night? Ahehehehhh…” Rarity timidly scratched behind her head as she spoke, wanting to cover up, yet…honestly…what was the point?

“Umm…yeah…I just came along for the ride.” Sunset began, “’Cause…I wanted to see the tower and, um, Vinyl wanted to drop by and pick up Octavia’s recital gown?”

Rarity immediately smacked her forehead in penance for her forgetfulness.

“And Trixie’s, well…”

“Aaaaand, the Great and Powerful TRRRIXIEEEEE demands audience with Grand Mistress Luna to receive magical instruction.” Trixie barged into the conversation.

Miss Luna advanced herself from the crowd, her irate, blushing, bountiful body huffing as she confronted the presumptuous little girl. “How dare you make demands of me! Why, I’m of a good mind to teach you a lesson, you ignorant fledgling!”

“Like YOU’RE in any position to argue.” Trixie crossed her arms, contented in feeling that she backed Miss Luna into a corner. “One word of refusal and I’ll report your…compromising situation here to the nearest authority that will give heed.”

“Alright, fine and dandy, Trixie, but, one more threat out of you and you’ll be walking home!” Sunset Shimmer growled.

“Hmmph!” Trixie huffed and turned her nose up and away from Sunset. Miss Luna smirked at her reaction. The rest of them giggled, quietly.

“Mmm, now, all bickering aside, girls,” Rarity pressed into the conversation…forgetting, especially after that much needed disciplinary outburst from Sunset Shimmer, that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, “What brings you to my humble abode?”

“Well, like I said, Vinyl came to get Octavia’s dress, I came along to finally see your…legendary house and hall, and Trixie…well, as you heard, Trixie is seeking Miss Luna to teach her magic of some kind.” Trixie and Sunset shared a momentary glare towards each other, before Trixie turned away again. “But…um…that’s enough about me.” she started, finally beginning to push the obvious line of questioning, “I’m already afraid to ask, but, it can’t be helped. What’s with the…full monty act, guys?”

Rarity was suddenly aware of her nudity again. “Oh, heheh…we…um…” Rarity started up, struggling to find a reasonable reason, with a few droplets of sweat escaping her forehead, “W…we decided to try a little…nudist…party…you know…just to see…what it was…like…going all…natural…and such…heh.”

‘Yeah…let’s go with that…’ everyone thought as a silent sigh of relief escaped everyone’s shoulders. A reasonable reason…that it was.

“A…ahyee seeee…” Sunset replied, mostly buying it, but, accepting that the situation was a bit more complicated than that.

“Arrre you guys, like, gonna let us in ‘n stuff?! These freakin’ pizzas are totally scorchin’ my palms.” Vinyl suddenly speared the awkward conversation.

“Oh, my! Of course, darling! Please, do come inside!” Rarity finally answered and fluttered them in with a hand, as she opened the grand door of the hall wide enough to receive them.

The click and gentle roar of the closing door seemed to seal the outside world away for the newcomers and immerse them in the grandeur of the main hallway. Rarity had decided to light the lineup of beautiful chandeliers that hung high in the vaulted hallway, to help chase away the gloom of night. After all, the feeling just before night came was rather warm and cozy, especially after Spike’s doom breaking pep talk. The glow of the candlelight only echoed and accentuated that. It made everyone feel greatly welcome, including the new arrivals.

“Yohhhhhh…” Vinyl commented, nearly whistling her awe.

“Yeaahhh…that’s…somethin’ else!” Sunset Shimmer quietly sang her amazement as her eyes wandered across the woodwork and the various bits and pieces of framed artistry.

“It’s…sooooo…pretty!” Trixie even said, despite her previous thought of snubbing the house’s keeper.

“Why, thank you, ladies. We doo love it here, nhehe.” Rarity giggled as a happy hostess. For a moment, she indulged the thought of wearing a large, southern belle type dress…or a cute maid uniform. “This way, if you would, Vinyl. You simply muust give those limbs of yours a rest. And do help yourselves to the refreshments. I believe you will find them quite satisfying.”

The three girls were ushered into the grand lounge, inciting even more ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s as they beheld the largest of the golden, crystal gilded chandeliers and a protected yet uninhibited view of the night sky and the surrounding terrain. It was a strange, poetic atmosphere, as the ladies and gentleman, some clothed some not, shuffled into the quiet of the exquisite room, with the feeling of being on the threshold of a happening, a private social party of sorts, for all present to remember but for none to speak of for years to come.

Vinyl Scratch laid the four boxes onto the large refreshment table and took her ease by stepping back and wiping the slight trickle of sweat from her brow. They weren’t heavy but they were still fresh and hot.

“Oh yeah…the punch.” Spike suddenly butted into the various bits of conversation that loosely connected between this girl and that. “I’ll be right back. I’m sure it’s nice ‘n cool by now.” he said as he began making his way towards the kitchen.

“Yohhh…did you say punch?” Vinyl suddenly asked, clamoring after him.

“Yeah. Fresh and special, Pinkie Pie style, hehe.”

“Ehee, lemme give you a hand with that.” Vinyl smiled.

“Sure! This way.” Spike replied, not reading deep enough into this smile that the odd party girl had, nor her ‘affinity’ for punch.

Spike and Vinyl had broken off from the group and slipped themselves into the kitchen, where Spike helped coax a humungous clamshell bowl of punch out from off its shelf. Within moments, Vinyl was there to lend a helping hand, as they carefully toted the large, heavy drink to the nearby dining table.

“Aghh…whew!” Spike huffed his relief before returning to the refrigerator to close it. “Thanks a lot, Vinyl.” he said as he turned his back.

“Nooo problem…heheheh…” she half whispered.

Just as Spike finished closing the door, he thought he spied Vinyl emptying what looked like the contents of a sugar packet into the punch, but, when he got back to the giant bowl, he saw no such evidence, neither grain nor packet.

Vinyl placed her forearms on the sides of the giant bowl. “Arright, buddy. Ya ready?”

Spike did the same from his side. “Yyyeup!” he said, and they carried the impressive thing off to the lounge.

Gasps, oohs, and ahhs were all but sung as the two triumphant heroes emerged from the doorway, the liquid treasure in their arms. Soon after they set it upon the refreshment table and all the pieces of the evening meal were set in place, the pizza boxes were set side by side and opened. To the far right, the smallest of the four was presented. It was a twelve incher with a label sitting at the back of the box, saying “The Big Kahuna”. It boasted a true Hawaiian topping of pineapple and Kalua pork. The heavy scent of smokey, roasted pork and sweet, succulent pineapple simply attacked their senses. Eyes widened, nostrils flared with deeply taken breaths, and then mouths and eyes closed with the impending ‘mmmmmmmm’ sound that was, at this point, an instinctive reaction. The second box was opened. It was a twenty one inch pie, toting a simple label of “Veggie Supreme” in the rear. It was a savory, colorful, vegetable blend: a deep, beautiful, gooey mess of white and yellow cheeses in which was sprinkled into its delicious grain a chaotic arrangement of olives, bell peppers, mushrooms, and artichokes, over which was arranged circle within circle of bright, potent, and appetizing dices of deep, rich, sun dried tomato. The clouds of steam that wafted from this one nearly warmed and caressed their faces, making them all drool and gasp as they drank it all in. Then, the third box was opened. The oddity of this box was that it was by far the tallest, boasting some five inches in HEIGHT, separating its girth from the rest. Nestled within was a tall, deep, almost cake like pie, with an oozing, nearly still bubbling, caldron like arrangement of cheese, rich red sauce, and bits upon bits of meat, including the obligatory slices of pepperoni, visiting party crashers of sausage and the rarer linguica, and spiked with the ever welcome stripey chips of crisp, tasty, smokey bacon. The label hidden in the rear was a simple notation. “The Carnivore Supreme” was what it said, silently heralding the presence of a pizza king. Amidst a few gasps and jaws dropping open in sheer awe and respect of this gooey, golden idol, a reverent silence seemed to shroud the room. But the end was not yet. There was still one pie left to go. They breached the box of this final frontier, noting that it was a near thirty inches in diameter. Resting within the confines of this thin, wide landscape was a surprise, a true shocker that seemed to push the envelope of what a pizza truly was. It was a large, wide, circular object whose crust was composed of a deep golden toasted, highly gooey chocolate chip cookie crust. Amidst its marshmallow ‘mozzarella’ and drizzle of chocolate sauce ‘maranra’ was a quadrant composed composition: one fourth had a tiny pitchfork sign stabbed into its crust, saying ‘coconut confetti’, consisting of a course to fine shred of coconut ‘pecarino’; another fourth had a simple, standing label of ‘S’more Safari’, with a chunky crumbling of gram cracker bits and large chunks of milk chocolate; another fourth had the label of ‘Mutt Nutt Rocky Road’ and presented a chunky, crunchy assortment of cashews, walnuts, almonds, and hazelnuts; and, finally, stood a quadrant labeled ‘Minty Mountain Hop’, with a sprinkling of white chocolate and peppermint chips.

“Reh…remind me to get thehh…milkhh…” Spike huffed in a drunk, sensory overloaded stupor.

“…Chocolate’s bad for dogs.” Rarity commented.

“I’m a magical dog, okay…ih…it doesn’t count.”

“Oohkayhh…”

With a large, transparent bowl of bright, pink, dazzling punch, with pretty pieces of apple, cherry, and orange slices dancing in its depths, sitting behind the universe of pizza before them, there was now nothing to it but to do it.

Sunset Shimmer stepped forward, reluctantly. “We…are gonna get sooo fat…” she mumbled, as the gravity of the moment left them with nearly no recourse to the fact. Everyone simply giggled in reply.

To initiate the gorge-fest before them, Spike took a gentlemanly stance and a royal position, as he was used to it. “Ahem…” he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, as he stepped off to the side of the table. He then began to bow, with his right paw to his belly and the other behind his back. “Ladies first.” he declared with a deep, gentlemanly tone, making the girls smile…and then they all stepped in and began tearing it all up.

The girls ravaged a small stack of plastic plates beside the pizzas and then did their best to get one slice of pie from each of the boxes. And, although there was no real reason to shove, some still had some wrestling issues, bumping elbows and shoving through each other, but, in the end, everyone walked away, giggling playfully, with a decent share of the load…everyone except Spike, that was. He took a look into the first box…gone. The veggie pizza reasonably had a piece or two left for him, but, the one that he really wanted to dive into, the meaty, deep dish pizza, was utterly decimated. Not even a crumb remained. Spike nearly pursed his lips together and tears began to well in his eyes, but, just when he nearly lost all hope…

“…Spiiike!” Rarity’s sweet, sing song, siren tune called to him as she rested her smooth, gorgeous rump upon the couch. She patted the empty cushions beside her and then did a seductive, ‘come hither’ pull and point with her finger, as she smiled warmly towards him. When he noticed that she carried a double load of pizza upon her plate…and was surprised that it didn’t crack or buckle under the sheer weight of it all, he knew that she had planned a sweet, sweet rendezvous for them both…over gourmet pizza, no less. “Ayeeeehhh…ehum…need to reward you for…preparing…my…punch…mmheheh, earlier.” She blushed deeply and shined a bright yet timid smile.

Although it was fairly unbecoming of him, especially for his size, Spike got down on all fours, galloped, and then leapt toward Rarity, giving her quite a confused fright and causing her to raise the plate above her head. Spike did an amazing corkscrew twist in mid air that not only made him land perfectly across the cushions of the couch but also planted him just right, belly side up, with his head across Rarity’s lap. He playfully licked the underside of one of her large breasts with his heaving, flapping tongue and curled his legs and paws up with sheer joy.

The sensation of him licking her under-boob nearly made her drop the plate. She slid it onto the fingertips of one hand, like a waitress, and then gently swatted Spike’s nose in reply. “Goodness, Spike! Manners!” she scolded…and then whispered, “…not in front of the…new guests.”

“Oh, heh…sorry.” Spike quietly agreed.

A smile then returned to her lips, especially after they both noticed everyone giggling at them. “Soo then, Spikey-poo, where shall we start?”

For a sweet, decent while, the crowd was fairly entertained, watching Rarity feed Spike slices of pizza and watching him react, with wonder, in funny, typical doggie ways. However, reasonably so, the majority of giggling schoolgirls began conversing amongst themselves around the refreshment table, leaving Rarity and Spike to their own devices, while Miss Luna sat away in her lazy chair, reading a random book and occasionally looking over everyone.

Although it seemed that Spike hadn’t a single care or notice for the world around him, he did occasionally see, out the corner of his eye, that Trixie wasn’t exactly enjoying herself to the fullest. She did her best to be a part of the jubilations, but, Spike saw that she had no ‘in’ to the group, only laughed when the jokes were particularly funny, and, for the most part, only hovered near Sunset Shimmer, looking like a loose thread in relation to the sisterhood sail. His concerns mounted such that even Rarity became troubled at his behavior.

“Spike? Is something wrong?” she finally asked, as it seemed he was even losing his appetite over the matter.

“Huh? Uh, n…well…it’s just…Trixie, there.” Spike replied, immersed in thought and talking at a bare minimum of understandability.

“Indeed. Quite the party crasher, isn’t she?”

“Well, yeah, but…look at her. She’s…she seems…”

Rarity took a moment away from her reasonably hostile attitude towards Trixie and observed. “…Odd?”

“…Alone, Rarity. I…I don’t like it.” Spike realigned her notice, although he did recognize that her tone was on the right train of thought. This was illustrated more in the fact that she agreed with what Spike was saying.

“Yes. She does seem the ‘odd man out’, as it were.”

Spike seemed helpless at the conundrum, lost in thought a moment. Then, “Um…could you do us a favor?” he said, turning to Rarity after a short while.

“…?”

“I need you to, uh…get us some punch…I guess…but, while you’re there, tug Sunset aside? I wanna ask her ‘bout Trixie.”

“Malright. I do hope you’re not planning something messy, Spikey-poo.”

“Aw, don’t worry. Just a friendly chat is all.” he said, smiling and wagging his tail.

Rarity was slightly consoled by his attitude, but, finding his request a bit strange, to say the least, she couldn’t help but be at least a little anxious.

Spike settled into the couch, settling cross-legged on the cushions, and grabbed a slice of pizza from Rarity’s plate, holding it between his paws, after Rarity had gone to get them some punch.

“That…is too weird, heheh.” Sunset Shimmer spoke, half giggling, as she watched the odd, young dog-man play and tear at the remaining crust like a chew toy.

“Oh, heh…hi.” Spike said to the puzzled young lady before him. He quickly stuffed the sweet, chewy bit of puffy pizza crust into his mouth and juggle-chewed the living daylights out of it, just like regular dogs do, gnawing and gnawing, until it was gone.

Sunset giggled, watching on. “That is just too darn weird, hehehe.”

Rarity agreed, amused at Sunset’s reactions, herself.

“So…what’s up, li’l guy…you really are Twilight’s pet, by the way, right?” Sunset asked as she settled on the couch beside him, with Rarity sitting on his opposite side. Sunset playfully scratched behind one of Spike’s big, adorable, floppy ears, giving him a rush of ticklish pleasure and making one of his legs nearly vibrate in reply…at least that was ‘till he noticed a problem in Sunset Shimmer’s choice of words.

“I am so NOT her pet. I am her noble assistant.” he pouted, proudly crossing his arms. His voice was stern and a bit fiery.

Sunset Shimmer recoiled a bit. “Oh…heh, sorry. It’s ju…uhm…dogs are usually pets in this world.”

“…Yeah, I noticed.”

The slightly tense mood died down as Sunset asked, “So…what’d’ya wanna talk to me about?”

“Oh, right, um…it’s about…Trixie.” Spike began.

“Yeah? What about her?”

“Well, so, I was just wondering why she came along or how she…uh…came to come along. She’s not exactly the best of friends with us and all.”

Sunset took a moment to recollect the few bothersome moments before she and Trixie ended up tagging along with Vinyl. “Ohhh…I was actually over at Vinyl and Octavia’s first, just hangin’ out and running over some tunes she had, when Trixie came over and asked if she could do a remix of ‘Tricks Up My Sleeve’. Vinyl said that it reminded her to pick up Octavia’s dress from Rarity and then Trixie started getting all hyper and all half-beggy and half-demanding over coming with. Vinyl and me were about to tell her no, but…I dunno. I kinda saw some kind of…longing, in her eyes, for something.” Rarity and Spike were listening quite intently, at this point, and, Sunset Shimmer seemed to get lost within herself. She fidgeted with her cup as she looked towards the floor. She sounded very, very sympathetic, even sad, when she mentioned, “…She reminded me of…me…you know…before the Fall Formal? Something tells me…told me, then…she needed…help.”

Rarity almost teared up at that moment. “…My. I almost want to go and give her a big hug, but, I really don’t think it’d be well received…just out of the blue like that.”

“Yeah.” Spike replied.

Sunset smiled weakly then, turning towards Spike and Rarity. “Oh, I don’t know. I may be looking too deep into it.”

“No, really, I think you’re right. She seems so…lost, you know? If only there were a way, at least for the party, to just…Iunno…welcome her?” Spike’s voiced trailed into a ramble. He wasn’t really talking to the girls now, so much as talking to himself. He wandered off into a somewhat Mr. Fixit mindset, seemingly determined to help out Trixie at all costs, when, suddenly, he noticed that he had sipped his cup dry of punch. His eyes suddenly lit up then, filled with inspiration, coming from a grace of serendipity. “I know…” was all he said, as he stood and made his way from the puzzled pair of girls, sitting upon the couch. He looked ahead, hoping for another piece of his puzzle to present itself. And there it was: Trixie was as he hoped, standing alone, anxious, with no one to talk to…and her hands empty of a friendly glass of punch. Spike modestly stepped around the chattering girls, took a clean glass and placed it alongside his, and proceeded to fill them up with a comfortable amount of sloshing room, near the brim. He then turned about, stepped casually before Trixie, and offered her a drink. “Uh, hey.” he said, somewhat clumsily, “You looked like you could use a drink.”

Trixie looked suspiciously at the…dog-boy, before her. “Hmmph.” she huffed and turned her face away, crossing her arms as well, “The Great and Powerful Trixie has no interest in…um…getting hit on by…a…whatever, like you.”

“A dog…you can say it.” Spike joked, a touch of weariness over the matter spoken in his voice. “C’mohhn, Trixie. I just thought, I dunno, you could use a little company for a while.”

Trixie didn’t turn her head, but, she looked Spike over out the corner of her eye. He seemed genuinely sympathetic, carrying a sense of honesty in his worried little smile, as he gave a friendly urge, swaying the cup gently before her and encouraging her to step into his welcome zone. She bashfully took it in good will, an embarrassed, little smile crossing her lips and a sweet, gentle blush coloring her cool, dimpled cheeks. “Thanks.” was all she said, a spirit of coyness and fidgeting spilling over her.

Spike did his best to refrain from admitting to himself that…she looked absolutely adorable.

Trixie nervously stared Spike up and down a moment. “Th…that’s not a costume…is it.” she asked.

“Nope.” Spike replied with a bit of a nervous smile himself.

“Uh, so…you’re really…Twilight Sparkles…dog?” Trixie asked. Apparently, the looming question was driving her downright jittery.

“Yeeeup.” Spike replied. He looked away for a bit, nervously sipping his punch, not knowing where this string of conversation was going.

Then, Trixie finally asked, “…So how did you become…like…that?”

Spike’s body seemed to slump about a quarter foot, as if the puppet master holding his body relaxed their hand. He wearily nudged his nose and lazily swung a finger up towards Miss Luna. “Don’t ask.” he said. “Let’s just say…we didn’t plan on this.”

Trixie’s eyes widened: a bit of shock, a bit of amazement riddled within. “Really…”

“Yeah.” Spike replied. “I hope you’re sure of what you’re askin’ for, asking her to teach you and all that. I’m just glad she’s on OUR side.” Spike smirked a bit, smooshing his lips together, at the thought of what other things she might be able to do, given the right provocation.

Trixie suddenly felt a little troubled. “…Maybe it was a bad idea to ask…the way I did.”

Spike took notice of her sudden sinking feeling. “Yeah, heh. But, hey, maybe I can put in a good word for you, to sorta…take the edge off, ya know?”

Trixie smiled, weak and appreciatively. “I’d…appreciate that, nheh.” she giggled.

They both felt, then, that the storm clouds of uncertainty had parted from them and they had a genuine opportunity to understand each other. “So,” Spike began, in a certain start of casual conversation, “why’re you so into magic, anyway?”

“Why?” Trixie’s brow suddenly beamed with a bit of her arrogance and trademark pride, “Because, the Great and Powerful Trrrrixie, is destined for greatness and the stage, uhvv course.”

Spike winced a moment at her reply, feeling as though he hadn’t made a dent in her armor.

But, after a few moments of holding a ‘mighty’ fist against her chest and proudly looking away, displaying a proud profile shot of her face with haughtily closed eyes…she opened an eye towards him and smiled, even beginning to giggle, to show that she meant no slight towards him.

Spike giggled as well in a reply of good will.

They both knew, somewhere across the tiny void that parted them, that this was all a gimmick, not to be taken seriously. Trixie calmed down a bit then. She took a solemn sort of display and looked down into her cup, cutely holding it and revolving it playfully within her fingertips.

“I’m…trying to finish…what my parents started.” she finally said.

Spike was a little blown away by her answer. “…Yeah? So your parents were…”

“They were stage performers, in a real up and coming magic show.”

Spike’s eyebrows raised and his eyes lit up with childlike wonder. “…Cooool.” was what he said in reply.

From a few feet away, Rairty and Sunset Shimmer observed what was unfolding before them. Their jaws even dropped a bit in amazement.

“I…I can’t believe he got her to…open up like that!” Sunset half exclaimed to Rarity, barely able to contain her shock.

“Indeed. I wouldn’t have been able to get over myself enough to even begin to talk to her.” Rarity replied.

Sunset was a little frustrated then. “C’mon.” she said as she gently pulled Rarity up off the couch.

“Why? What ever is the matter?” Rarity replied as she was guided in Spike and Trixie’s direction.

“We’re, uhm, ‘getting some punch’.” she said, giving a wink to Rarity, as she took her place beside the punch bowl…and nodded towards Spike and Trixie who were now right beside them…conversation and all.

As Rarity and Sunset ‘fake’ filled their cups with punch, they began hearing the fascinating tale of a man and a woman in love, a magician and his lovely assistant, traveling the world and doing some of the most amazing magic tricks the stage had ever born.

“So, they even started getting shows in Las Pegasus?” Spike excitedly asked.

“Exactly. My parents were gaining crowds in the thousands…Las what?” Trixie’s proud speech died down when she heard Spike’s slip of lip.

“Ehh, nothing.” Spike replied.

Sunset shimmer giggled behind them, as she was from Equestria.

“So they were really on their way, weren’t they?” Spike urged Trixie to continue.

“Absolutely. Heheh. My parents were on their way to becoming the greatest performing pair the world had ever seen!”

“Awesuhummm! So then what happened?”

…

The question seemed to deflate Trixie’s moment like an untied balloon. Her face soured a bit and she looked as though she shrank a size.

“Well…” she began, “…Well then…they had me.”

“Cool!” Spike said, trying to pick up the mood again, but, this time, he took notice of the fact that the depressing atmosphere around Trixie could not be broken. “…What’s wrong?” Spike finally asked. “I woulda thought that you being born would’ve been one of the greatest moments of their lives!”

Trixie seemed to sink even deeper into her hole. “You would think that, but…they started to see that life on the road wasn’t something healthy for a woman who’s pregnant…and…they felt that, having a family and all…they needed to put down their roots somewhere and be solid in one place.”

Spike took a moment to process what she was telling him, as it didn’t seem particularly sad.

Sunset and Rarity, behind them, suddenly got the idea and looked towards each other. Their frowns and looks of sheer sympathy were in agreement.

Spike then took an understanding. “…Oh…” was all he could say then. “…They…gave it up.”

Trixie nodded in reply.

Suddenly, Rarity, Sunset, and Spike focused into view the enormous rock upon Trixie’s shoulders. It would be agreed, opinions between the witnesses being, Atlas would be impressed at Trixie’s feat.

“…So what’d they decide to do instead?”

“My dad’s a lawyer now and my mom’s his secretary. Who woulda thought they’d end up being that, ya know? Heheh.” Trixie managed a weak giggle, lightening up the mood. Spike giggled too, trying to uphold the break within the clouds.

“…So that’s why you…you’re so driven.” Spike said, after a long pause.

“…Yeah.” was all she could say.

As Trixie was looking down into her cup again, Spike placed two friendly paws upon her shoulders, garnering her attention. As she looked up, he looked warmly into her eyes, and, as a great, generous, welcoming smile crossed his lips, he spoke, “Ya know what? I think that’s…awesome.”

Trixie smiled, ashamed a bit, as a blush crossed her cheek. “…Thanks, Spike.” she said in return.

“…Here, here.” Rarity responded from the rear, shocking the both of them.

Trixie was really embarrassed then. “You were!...”

“Eavesdropping, yeah…sorry.” Sunset pushed into the conversation. “…And I gotta say…that’s…pretty noble of you.” she continued with a warm smile, proud of her.

“Ahh’ll say.” Applejack spoke from their side, and, suddenly, Trixie took notice of how silent the room was. Vinyl and Rainbow Dash were beaming with pride as well. Trixie was a sure center of love and affection now. She had rarely experienced this before, within the annals of her entire life.

“Indeed.” another voice came from farther off: from the cushions of the large lounge chair, where a certain, blue maned individual was observing from afar. “That is quite the cause you fight for, child…and a heavy mantle to bear. Are you certain that you wish to mix the real into your illusions? You might not like what you find…”

Trixie took a deep breath, bracing herself, as if she was about to receive a strike from a fastball. “I am, Miss Luna. I wish to know all, in order to restore the glory of my family trade.”

Luna smirked a smile, acknowledging her naivety, yet, undenying of her drive. “Very well, oh foolish but noble one…I shall teach you.”

Suddenly, everyone cheered, even beginning to jump in place. Trixie, herself, was tearing with joy.

“Ah, but, not tonight, so, do calm down. Consider this your…initiation party.” Luna spoke to slightly quell the explosion before her.

“Oahvvcourse!” Trixie replied. “And thank you so much, Miss…tress Luna.”

Luna giggled at the sudden yet appropriate title given her. “Surely. Now…do enjoy yourselves.”

The small sisterhood…plus Spike…then continued their little soiree, this time with an unyielding spirit of warmth and friendship. However, before Trixie joined the general chatter and happiness of the crowd, she took Spike aside and discretely gave him a warm, appreciative hug.

“…Thank you, Spike…so much.” she said, knowing that, if it wasn’t for his human acceptance of her, this path would be far from open and welcome.

“Awwhh, was nothin’.” Spike replied. “Anytime.”

The crowd broke up into shifting groups of dangling conversation. The small cores of girls…plus Spike, spun like atoms, flittering about with giggles and chatter, loosely loosing and gaining bodies at will, whenever the situation demanded it. All went this way…until Miss Luna noticed something.

“…Rarity, dear,” she spoke casually to somewhat disguise her motives yet loud enough for the room to hear her.

“Eh, yes, Miss Luna?” Rarity promptly replied, just as the laughter seemed to squash itself. All eyes calmly turned to the figure in the big chair.

“Did you not mention that this is a…nudist party?” Luna completed her sentence, only her eyes visible above her book. She didn’t look deterred from what she was reading.

Rarity was puzzled and certainly embarrassed about it, but, she indeed remembered. “Why, yes, Miss Luna…I…heheh, certainly did.”

Miss Luna grinned and raised a brow. She then lowered her book, revealing her devious smile and her burning eyes, as she turned them towards the new additions to the group. “Well I see…one…two…THREE…non-nudists…”

…

Shock befell them. It was such that you could almost see the lightning pass through the crowd.

And reluctance was certain, yet, they could all agree…it was only fair.

Shake Your Tail - Verse 2

The silence was somewhat deafening. Trixie and Sunset’s mouths were open like a pair of funnels as they tried to process what they were supposed to do or how they were supposed to answer Miss Luna’s…observation. Then, the loudest, almost creakingly slow, motion was spotted out the corner of Sunset and Trixie’s eyes. It was the silent yet roaring, completely subtle yet blazingly obvious sight of the corners of Viny Scratch’s mouth curling up into a devious smile.

“AHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed a rebel yell, as she tugged a strange, cubic object from…some pocket or space behind her. The cube was a palm sized object with a single red button and no particular designs or marks upon its faces. “NOW YER TAALKIIIIINNNNN!!!” She screamed, just before she took the box and slammed it, button side, down onto an empty spot on the refreshment table. The object unfolded, looking much like a tiny ‘Dumbo, the elephant’, unwrapping itself to reveal a tiny yet potent audio system. It had deep, pounding, vibrant club sounds bumping and shaking from its outstretched ‘ears’, slightly imitating the flapping wings of a humming bird or a dragonfly. The complex audio device, sitting in the center of these vibrating, flaps-like speakers, had a fairly animated, glowing, touch-screen control panel, a handful of miniature layers or decks, lots of knobs and buttons, and light spilling out from any gap that the machine had in its surfaces. To top it all off was a telescoping rod that suddenly rose from the center rear of this machine and, seemingly out of nowhere, popped out a self-illuminated, highly reflective, miniature disco ball, which, for its size, impressively dazzled and lit up the bottom half of the lounge. At least that was as far as they could see it ‘dazzle’ things up, but, honestly, the girls were wondering if this thing could be seen from space.

“Yeah, yeah, YEAAAHHHH!!!” Viny crowed as she held her arms high above her head and began gyrating and swaying her hips to the music, in a medium paced yet energetic dance. She soon brought her hands down and began unzipping her windbreaker. Miss Luna began howling with laughter, as did Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

“Whoooowee!!! Take it off, girl!!!” Applejack cheered Vinyl on as she, Dash, and Miss Luna began bouncing their shoulders back and forth and even clapping to the pounding beat.

Spike, beside himself and really, REALLY lost on how to feel about all this, could only frown in shock. He turned to Rarity for assistance. She wasn’t of much help, herself, as she only blushed her pale cheeks red and watched on with wide eyes and a hand over her lips. They both suddenly looked up at the chandelier, as its brighter, golden light suddenly flushed from the room. Apparently, Rainbow Dash had killed the lights, leaving now only the dark yet exciting, club-like atmosphere to splash and spill across the floor and walls. In the darkness, the party girls in the group, including Miss Luna, seemed to get even wilder.

Vinyl Scratch was already down to her bra and panties, revealing, in the spinning lights and neon glows, her sweet, trim, lily white limbs to the world, along with a wild set of undergarments that screamed with lightning bolts of various, cool hues. This aspect of her was particularly tasty, for the moment that she had them on. It was as if her cute pair of perky breasts and tightly, thinly clothed puff of pussy were live and covered with electricity.

Sunset and Trixie were standing by, idle and silent in shock. Vinyl soon moved to the center of the room and continued to dance, urging anyone up to the same spirit to do the same…which they soon did. Miss Luna, and her curvy, voluptuous, devilishly tasty body was a particular spectacle, leaving stander-bys gasping in amazement at how sexily she could…shake that booty. As a sweet, warm, welcoming atmosphere of welcome started to sink into the crowd, everyone started to feel a lot less apprehensive about doing…anything. In fact, Sunset and Trixie started to feel rather enticed to join in on the wild, unbridled, giggling chaos before them.

Sunset took a gander towards Trixie with a smile. Trixie displayed a somewhat timid version, the same. “Well…it does look like fun, heheh…” Sunset commented, glancing at the girls…which was now starting to include…Rarity, of all people.

“Oh…no…way!” Trixie gasped, observing as Rarity joined the fray.

Sunset giggled, shaking her head. She then turned back to Trixie, smiling nervously, as she was on the cusp of a decision. “…I will if you will…” she said, taking hold of the steel-studded lapel of her trademark leather jacket.

Trixie answered only with a bashful smile and a silent giggle…before both she and Sunset Shimmer began to do all but tear the clothes from their bodies, hollering like two screaming banshees from hell.

The next hour or so sped into a haze of flashing lights and giggling, jiggling bounties of flesh…and a little fur, as Spike and the girls settled into an admittedly potent and extremely heavy atmosphere of warmth, friendship, and hyperactivity. As the moments slipped by, everyone began feeling less and less self-conscious and extremely close. It was then that, in a moment of clarity, Spike felt a little off, maybe a little too welcome and welcomed with everyone. It was then that he wondered if he wasn’t imagining Vinyl giving their drink some kind of special ‘additive’, before they left the kitchen. Was there something in the punch? He was almost certain that there was, but, the moment passed, and, really, he could care less at the time, as he was jukin’ and jivin’ with Miss Luna and/or Rarity, while Trixie was riding on his shoulders like a crazy cowgirl. The uncontrollable atmosphere seemed to cascade into a crash, when Spike suddenly lost balance on a dance step and toppled forward into Rarity, Luna, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer. After a few moments of spinning stars, that spun like galaxies around everyone’s heads, someone snickered, attempting to control their giggle, and then, everyone exploded with a loud, barreling, collapsing peal of hearty laughter. With a mighty cheer, everyone picked themselves up and continued to dance like maniacs.

Spike suddenly felt a pair of small, gentle hands tug at his forearm, in the darkness. “…Spike?” he heard a voice ‘whisper’ loudly to him, as he was tugged towards its general direction. He turned aside to find that it was Trixie.

“Oh. What’s up, Trixie?” he warmly replied.

Trixie smiled, slightly embarrassed. “…I need to use the lady’s room.”

After a moment of quiet absorption, they suddenly began laughing at each other. Apparently, it was the awkwardness that got to them.

“Hang on a second…” Spike said and excused himself towards Rarity. “Hey, Rar, you got a downstairs bathroom here? Our guest needs to use the…facilities.” he said, nudging his head towards Trixie.

Rarity giggled at Spikes cordiality. “Certainly, darling.” she began, even as they were funnily shaking hips and doing various gestures with their limbs, shuffling and dancing together. “It’s in the far, right hand corner of the ballroom. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” he said and nuzzled his nose to hers, before he excused himself from her presence.

“Ohohh, Spike, mhmhmhmm…” Rarity giggled in reply.

“Hey!” Spike called out to Trixie, who was already back on the dance floor, with Dash and AJ. “I know where the bathroom is! Follow me!”

“Oh! Right!” Trixie called to him. “Be right back!!!” she then said to Applejack and Rainbow Dash, before she and Spike, for no clear reason, ran giggling out of the lounge.

One would think that a straight trip down a straight hallway would not take so long. However, a hyperactive, drug induced, dazed and confused trip, even down a straight, well lit hallway, could be very unpredictable, to say the least. Aside from being convinced, at some point in time, that they were trouncing down a pathway of gold or yellow bricks, in a field of bright flowers and deep, green grass, Spike and Trixie’s perception of their surroundings changed at will into a myriad of various other things, including an ancient castle, a Greco-Roman style temple, and a long, naturally made forest path, whose hall was made of tall, thickly canopied trees. Thankfully, the effects of the potent but indiscernible drug thinned enough to let them find their way back to Rarity’s main hallway (which they never actually left) and into the dark, empty dance hall…which Spike was doing his best to keep from morphing into an ancient Egyptian tomb. Trixie, on the other hand, wasn’t doing so well in this department.

“Spike! The snakes! Oh ghad!!! They’re everywhere!!!” she screamed as she clutched onto his arm.

“Calm down, Trixie. They’re not actually there.” Spike said and tried to pull her back into the real world.

“…What do you mean?! I can see them AND hear them, all around!”

Spike was a bit miffed at their situation. “…Yeah…don’t worry ‘bout it. I think SOMEONE spiked the punch ‘n we’re all seeing things from…whatever was in there.”

Trixie loosened her grip, only slightly. “R…really?”

“Yeahhh.” Spike groaned.

“But…I can really hear and see it!”

“Mmmm…” Spike pondered a moment, trying to think of some way to help alleviate Trixie’s…‘condition’. Thankfully, his canine eyes had a keen sense of night vision, which had since kicked in, while they were treading into the darkness. He could see plainly a light switch of sorts, on the right wall behind him, so, he moved forth to…

“Ough! No! We’ll get bitten!!!” Trixie groaned.

“Cuhhhmohhhn, Trixie! Lemme just get the lights, and…”

“No, no, NOHHHHH!” Trixie moaned and squealed, utter terror filling her lungs and making the hairs on the back of Spike’s neck rise. He was glad that the others couldn’t hear her, or they’d be rushing over, possibly thinking he was doing something wrong with her. “If you get bitten, then you’ll pass out, maybe even die! Ohhhh! Then who will lead me out of this snake infested hell hole?!?!”

Spike was utterly dumbfounded. He really didn’t know how to react to Trixie, especially since he knew that she was simply tripping off her nut, hard. If he couldn’t pull her out of her predicament, it certainly wouldn’t help to push her farther into it, by making her imagine him getting bitten by a snake. Who knows what she would be envisioning then.

“Eghhh…aaalriiiight.” Spike groaned, stepping back from the direction of the light switch…and the snakes, apparently. He then coaxed her to peer across the long, wide dance floor of the ballroom and to the somewhat distant shadow of a doorway, standing in the far right corner. “Can you see that doorway, all the way over t…uh…just that short…very not long trippy ways, over there?” Spike spoke, quickly retracting his description, as he suddenly realized that he was guiding…if not straight out CREATING whatever image was popping into her head.

“Y…yes?” Trixie replied, ‘pulling’ the doorway closer to them and making the room shrink back to its original size, much like an accordion.

“Okay…we gotta make it past these sna…snnnnnnacks…yeah, edible, chewy granola snacks, so we can get you to the bathroom.”

Trixie looked nervously around her. “Uh…eeeuohkay. But…don’t let us get bitten by the granola snacks on the way over there.”

‘…Well that went well…’ Spike whispered to himself, as he began leading them down this horribly perilous trek he was thankful, yet envious, that he couldn’t see.

He tried to make a beeline for the corner. He was firmly halted by the sensation of nails nearly digging into his skin, through his fur, and by a frightful groaning of Trixie, saying “Oh, no…NOO!”

Spike nearly growled, feeling that she was being utterly ridiculous. He was about to ask why she was so scared, but, he stopped himself, guessing that the granola snacks were smack dab in front of them. “Ughh, which way?” Spike groaned in return, not doing the best of jobs in masking his annoyance.

“Left…left!” Trixie urged, and they did so.

Spike steered them towards the center of the room, ‘going left’ as directed, but, only complying as little as possible to satisfy Trixie’s phobic whims. This was fine for a while…until she said again, “Left! Left!”

“…Left…” Spike replied, half asking, with a voice that annoyedly questioned her reason.

“Yes!” she urgently replied.

“…As in…away from the door?”

“YES!”

Spike rolled his eyes in the darkness. He was even tempted to smack his face with his free paw, but, in a slightly more gentlemanly manner, he controlled his impulses.

He could wish for a straighter, more direct path to the restroom, but, instead, they began wandering about, as if they were treading the great, wrinkled lobes of a giant brain. Trixie steered Spike this way and that, swerving in brilliant vectors that only a drunken boxer could understand. It was getting to the point that Spike was really, really tempted to simply snatch Trixie up like a football and make for the goalpost, which only seemed to tease him, standing nearer and farther with every step they took. Strangely enough, she seemed to take care of his needs, when she screamed “Oh no! A giant cobra!!!” and scurried up his body like a squirrel.

“Where is…gmmmffff…Twmmfxffmmm!!!” Spike’s questions and complaints were quickly muffled as Trixie mounted Spike’s shoulders and swiveled around his head like an office chair. Now…that football tactic he was considering only moments ago was sounding pretty good.

This moment did turn out to be a blessing in disguise, however, on a couple of points. First, Trixie started screaming “Run! Run! He’s coming for us!”, which meant that, albeit that Spike was pretty much blind, with Trixie’s body blocking 100% of his vision, he was now able to make a swift, straight line for the bathroom. Second, much to Spike’s delight…or chagrin, depending on how you looked at it, Trixie was practically squeezing his face with her thighs, right smack dab in front of her sweet smelling, tantalizing, cute, little pussy. Spike was breathing ferociously hard, on the sprint, and drinking in great, hot, billowing wafts of tasty steam off her sweaty womanhood, putting him in quite the bind. He knew that all she was seeing was practically nonexistent, so, he wasn’t exactly in the mindset of a panic. This fact put his focus on A: getting to the door, so that this whole ordeal could be over with…and B: having his curiosities tickled and his instincts, as a dog, teased, with a meatily perfumed tuft of cornflower blue hair and a set of cute, sweet, petite looking lips all but begging to be explored by him, nearly kissing his face. Still…he felt it wrong. His heart held him in place, as a gentleman and the container of a noble dragon soul. It wasn’t right…he left it at that. Yet, one could only wonder what Trixie was thinking. Was she even conscious of the fact that Spike was running and breathing hot, heavy blasts of breath straight into her…

“Ough!” Trixie half groaned, half squealed, squeezing her thighs together suddenly, as she felt the tickling huffs of Spike’s breath tease the sensitive hairs and lips of her sweaty pussy. “Spike! You stop that this instant! We’re running for our lives here!”

“Stop what?!” Spike retorted, now looking out the corners of his eyes, examining the tiny slivers of available vision, above Trixie’s thighs, trying to gain notice of how far or near they were from the restroom door.

“Stop…ohoughh! Stop breathing on me like thaghahht! It…ough…tickles!!!”

“I can’t help it!” Spike yelled, “You’re giving me no choice!”

Trixie looked down onto Spike and considered the fact. It was true. Something else was also true, that, when she felt the hot yet cooling, living breeze flow from Spike’s mouth and caress the tender inseams of her body, it made Trixie notice, more and more…how good it felt to feel a man…touch her with his breath. She had lost sight of the ‘cobra’ moments ago already, and, now, she was simply envisioning a brightly lit meadow, with patches of wildflowers where the ‘granola snacks’ used to be.

“How far away is the…uh…what was it…cobra?!” Spike screamed his, admittedly, false yet thoroughly enthusiastic concerns.

“The what? Oh…right…it’s left us alone. Y…you can…slow down now.” Trixie stated. Actually, she wouldn’t mind if they simply stayed still for a bit and let Spike have a gentle breathe affair with her attentive, moistening womanhood.

“Oh…hah…hah…gohohhd…heh…” Spike panted.

“Nnnnnghhh…” Trixie groaned quietly. His words, literally, made her feel really good.

They had finally reached the wall with a bump, making them both realize that their ‘adventure’ was over. “Wuh, where’s the…door…knob!” Spike gripped and fussed, tilting forward and groping around to feel where exactly the door posts were and where the knob would roughly be.

“Ough!” Trixie panicked as she felt herself slipping off Spike’s shoulders.

Trying to multi task, as he felt Trixie dig her legs into his back and squeeze her thighs a little tighter around his head, Spike reached up in quick reaction, supporting the weight of her body by gripping one of her soft yet wonderfully toned buttocks. Spike didn’t notice, because he was so involved in holding Trixie up and looking for the door knob, that nearly all the muscles in Trixie’s nether regions tensed and twitched in massive reaction to feeling his large, powerful paw grab at her tender ass.

“Nnnggghhheh…where…aha!!!” Spike proclaimed when he finally found and twisted at the pesky, little doorknob, allowing it to unlock and swing freely open, with a slight, swift kick from Spike’s mighty leg. He then pulled Trixie back up…shamelessly grabbing her other buttock with his now free paw, and carried her into the bathroom with a nice, firm, supportive seat, made of both his paws. Spike began to lower her to the floor, just inside the dark, unlit room, and, Trixie was mighty grateful…that he simply was unaware of how turned on she was by his large, muscular digits. Her excited cunt was nearly leaking from the sensation of his fingers prodding in close proximity to her hot, hungry lips, and, her inseams and pubic mound throbbed with a longing for him to keep doing as he was doing…and more.

“…Nnhh…ohh…Th…thank you.” Trixie spoke in a fairly subdued tone. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful. It was just that she was trying her damndest to mask her disappointment of Spike letting loose of her body.

“No problem…mostly.” Spike replied, quickly. “Now…where’s that light switch?...” Spike said before turning to the walls just on the inside of the doorway and probing for some sort of switch-like object. “There it is…” he said, as his pawtips alighted upon some sort of button or nipple-like switching contraption.

*click!*

…

They froze in place.

It was silent at first. Then, all the sounds of sweetly flowing water began, and, the incredible sight before them made their jaws drop wide with disbelief. It was bright…it was beautiful…heavenly in fact…and, last of all…it was confusing.

“S…Spike?”

“…Yeah?”

“Is…one of these a…toilet?”

“…I don’t know.”

In all honesty, Spike was wondering if they were still hallucinating.

Dominos

The ceiling was composed of a brightly lit dome, much smaller than that of the lounge, yet, it was still considerably large. It was broad and bright enough to give the impression that they were standing on the threshold of a greenhouse, with a frosted glass canopy, illuminated by an early afternoon or late morning sun. Below this great, faux-day firmament was an outer ring of assuredly fake but very real looking ferns that lined the walls of the dome. In the center of the dome, standing up from a crystalline floor of marble and granite, was a large, three-tiered fountain, whose bowls were sculpted as giant seashells and the channels from which the water flowed were of finely detailed, nude mermaids and large, undulating fish, either spouting streams from their lips or from small water jugs and similar vessels, tucked under their arms or held above their heads. The layout of the room was quartered off by Corinthian columns and supported archways that were more there for decoration, not a practical use, as they only appeared to hold up the sky and composed no walls, only portals. Within each quadrant was a certain “room” that Spike and Trixie could only suppose had to deal with some form of washing. The quadrant that they stood in was no more than a solid floor that led to the fountain, perhaps made only for simple hand washing. The right and left quadrants to their sides had comfortable looking chairs…with a large hole in their seats. They both assumed that these were ‘toilets’, but, within each toilet, there was a gently flowing water spout. Neither of them had seen the like. They simply knew not what to do with them. Finally, the quadrant in the rear had a shallow swimming pool of sorts, divided into three sections. There was a dry section, over which a shiny, flexible, detachable, gold and ivory shower head with multiple nozzles was suspended. In another section, there was a hot water bath with seats of sort built within its basin for multiple guests. And, finally, there was also a shallow wading pool for fun, cooling purposes. Really, in beholding all of this, neither Spike nor Trixie knew whether to simply rush forth and fly through the majesty of this place or get on their knees and worship it.

“…Uh…ssssso…what was it you needed to come here for…again?” Spike was barely able to form his sentence, as he tried to wrench his eyes off the ‘water temple’ and onto Trixie.

It took a bit of effort as well, to drag Trixie’s attention at the bathroom paradise before her, but, after a little more nudging and calling “Trixie! Trixie!”, she finally came to.

“Wah!?”

“I said, what, um, what did you need to…do, here?” Spike spoke, hesitant to mention the finer facilities of nature for waste management.

“Oh! Heh, right. I, um, just needed to tinkle.” Trixie answered with a blush. Strangely enough, since they’d been completely nude for the past few hours or so, it felt like she was fully clothed until attention was brought to the fact, and it even forced her to bashfully cover up a bit.

“No problem.” Spike replied with gentlemanly grace. “I’ll be right outside, if you need me.”

With that, Spike bowed and nearly sashayed out the door, leaving Trixie to do her business in private.

Without pause, she could honestly say that this was the most luxurious, most comfortable toilet seat that she had ever laid tush on. The seat was cushioned and of comfortable temperature. The backing was the same, and, Trixie found the constant stream of water was very convenient in instantly washing her little womanly petals. However, she did find the fact that it was cold very unbecoming of her…condition. She was hot…very hot. In fact, the water running and cooling through her rather warm lips only made her long for something more…Spike. Trixie wasn’t so certain as to how far she wanted him to go on her. All that she knew was that, now that the effects of the punch were somewhat wearing off but the feeling of want and closeness and the teasing memory of feeling his warm, heaving breath upon her lower lips weighed heavy on her mind, she wanted him…badly.

But how? She could see, clearly, that he had the heart and soul of a gentleman…yet, she also knew that he certainly had the impulses and definite curiosities of a dog. It may have been beyond him to simply sit and spy on Trixie, as she used the facilities, but, as Trixie’s memories shuffled back to the fact, Spike, in a fit of excitement and playfulness, dabbed at Rarity’s breasts with his happy, flapping tongue, as he rested upon her lap. Given certain motivations, he certainly was ready and willing.

But was there a way? Was there a way that preserved her modesty yet absolutely seduced him into giving her the pleasure that she so sought? She thought and thought a moment. Then, a gentle rapping came upon the bathroom door.

“…Trixie?” Spike called through the closed portal.

“Ough! Y-yes?!” Trixie replied, caught off guard.

“You alright in there? You’ve been in for a while.” Spike seemed to press for time, torturing Trixie’s need for careful planning.

“I’m fiii…” she cut her sentence, as it would possibly be the best avenue she had to pull him in. “Eh, Spike, actually…I could use a littlemmmmmmm…help?…”

Spike entered moments later, after being given the peculiar excuse that Trixie had to ‘prepare herself’.

‘…For what?’, Spike wondered. After all, he figured there was nothing she had to prepare with, considering that she came in with nothing in particular in the first place…that is…until Spike came into view of her. She wasn’t on the toilet. She was blushing something awful, legs crossed, and hands resting coyly on her foremost knee, as she greeted him, from her seat upon the lowest basin of the fountain, with a nervous little smile. It was a shallow, roundtable-like structure with a raised, seashell lip around its edge, much more shallow than the medium sized basin she rested her back upon, or the highest tier which was spouting water into the others below it. She sat there, blinking her eyes, nervous and rapid, at him, and waited for him to come forward. Spike couldn’t put his finger on it, but, there was just something about her, a presence that he didn’t quite take to noticing before, until this moment, when she seemed to be pushing it in his face. She wasn’t busty with curves, like the other girls. She was rather petite, with a tiny bubble butt and a pair of budding breasts that were none too impressive, yet, even them with their robust, teasing nipples…something about her…glowing…small…and radiant…just made Spike almost lick his lips at her and think she was so…perky…and soooo…cute. It was such that, as much as Spike didn’t even know that he could ask anything of her at this time and she’d probably be more than willing to give it, Spike himself was absolutely under her spell. “Sssssssoooo…wah…heh…what did you, uh…need me for?”

Trixie jittered a bit then: a sort of nervous twitch in her shoulders, before she looked slightly away. “I hear dogs noses are particularly, eheh…keen, when it comes to…sniffing out things.”

“Y…yeah?” Spike said, still floating forward in a trance.

“Ah…ayyee was wondering if you could…” Trixie said, as she, to much of Spike’s delight and absolute surprise…slowly began to open her legs, gently yet protectively presenting her sweet, blushing, yearning pussy to him. “I was wondering if you could…check it out for me.”

Spike’s eyes shot wide open. He restrained himself from diving in, as presumption in this case would be a mistake of the highest degree. “Eh…check it out?” he asked, his body twitching a bit with a want to lunge forward, straight into her muff.

“Ye-yeah. I uh, washed up and everything, but, I just…wanna be sure.”

Spike smiled widely as he stepped forward, slowly sinking into a crawl as he positioned himself between her legs. She scooted forward, timidly, and opened a bit wider for him. “Sure, if it’s all okay with you, that is.” Spike pressed for certainty, one final time, yet, his paws were already gently surrounding her sweet, tiny handfuls of delicate ass, as he greedily yet softly took hold of her like a fresh cake from the oven.

“Oh yeah, heheh. It’s totally okay.” she spoke with mesmerizing anticipation, locking him in with her deep, violet eyes. “Just give me a nice, gentle whiff just to be sure I’m nice and…fixed up, before we go back to the party.”

Spike smiled up at her with a blush…and then he closed his eyes and got down to business with her body. He scooted his paws up under her tender tush and pulled her body closer. After helping with his hands, Trixie felt that she was being taken for a ride, as Spike pulled her lower body forward, closer to nose and mouth. “Ooh, heheh.” Trixie gasped cutely as Spike soon began taking rapid, enthusiastic sniffs at her sweet, sweet tuft of shining blue hair and the gently blushing jewel of her clitoris. Not that Spike, holding a curious little dog’s nose, would complain if he would have discovered anything humanly objectionable, but, he found only the sweet, musky, scent of her light bush of hair the alluring, womanly perfume of her beautiful pussy.

“Mmmmm…no problems here.” Spike said, now rummaging and brushing through her soft, shimmering brush and nearly kissing her warm, moistening lips.

Trixie was loving this. His uninhibited lust for her body and the subtle motions he was giving her, not to mention the fact that she was getting what she wanted – the sweet, warm caress of his manly breath swimming and stroking through every contour of her womanhood, and then some – was nearly paralyzing her with pleasure, making her slowly writhe in place from the soft, shifting care he was giving her body, slowly pressing his lips against and teasing her sticky, attentive petals and wagging his nose deep within her brush. “Agh…are you s-ssurehh? Maybe you should, ugh…take some extra care, andhhh…clean it uph a bit, yourselffhhh. Aayeeh…hearhh…dog’s mouths…are really…cleanhhh…ohhh…”

Spike did believe that she was giving him the full invitation to explore and feast. “Ohh…if the lady wishes…I’d be more than happy to, heheh.” he said with spirit, and he opened his mouth to engage her womanhood with some luscious, oral lovemaking.

“Huhh…oh goodness…ahhh!” Trixie expressed a little playful fright, as she saw Spike part his rather large jaws to unleash his wide, flappy tongue upon her, but, she only began chirping and moaning with sweet, little, constant cries of pleasure, as his warm, steamy breath kissed upon her pussy and his soft, wet, burningly hungry little muscle began gently stroking all around her womanhood, starting a slow, slippery horseshoe pattern. He began slowly, from right to left, licking, tasting and lapping at her large, tender outer lips, up through her sweetly perfumed tuft of pubic hair, stroking slightly across her hot, tasty clitoral shaft, and down the tasty sister petal of, soft labia majora. He didn’t stop. He reversed the path, concentrating only on her inseams and her large outer lips, occasionally stopping to savor the flavor of the folds surrounding her clitoris’s burning shaft, as well as the body itself, slipping his thin, slippery tongue into all these delicious tidbits and hiding places, before going on his way down the other side again. “Oughhhh, Spikehhh…” Trixie moaned, nearly melting backwards in reply to the tender, constant pleasure he was giving her. She gently reached forward and stroked her fingers into his head, loving the feel of his soft, smooth fur, and then gently took hold of his silky, floppy ears to playfully tease and massage them. “Ohhh, you like that, Spike? You like cleaning up my little pussy like that?”

“Mmmmm, I love your pussy, Trix. It’s soooo tasteyyyyhhh…” Spike replied and continued licking her up as if she was a smooth serving of deep, rich, tasty chocolate ice cream. He continued to explore, enjoying the sweet, sugar and berry flavor of her delicious lips, yet, there was a deeper, more enticing flavor that he was now seeking to pay more attention to…around her nice, tender clit. He licked up across her sensitive pubic mound, rummaging through the sweet, musky stalks of her pretty, shiny bush, but then, he went south and purely began spending time around her hot, stiff, attentive clitoris. He recalled the other girls’ reaction to touching the head, straight on, so, he stayed in the deep, around its shaft, in the sweet, tasty crevices that held it, and licked back and forth across its precious, tender little measure.

“Oughhh…Sssspikehh…aghhh…mygashhh! Why do you like eating that part so much?!” Trixie began shifting in place and spouting a sweet, seductive song of hard, hot pleasure, results of Spike’s curiosities getting immediate reactions from her body. As she felt the sweet yet manly puppy boy hungrily taste and lick around her flavorful clitoris, sparks of soft and hard pleasure erupted from deep within her lower body. She began gripping onto the dog’s ears and nearly curling her legs around his neck, passionately stroking her heels across his back, all in reaction to his attentive taking of her sensitive, little niblet of candy. He began eating deeper and deeper, varying what he was doing, between slipping and stroking, slow and deep, into the folds around her hot, stiff, attentive clitoris, to hungrily flicking across its tiny, tasty shaft, like the ridge of a lollipop. “A…aghhhh! Hhhhohhhh!” Trixie panted as warm, heavy, pressurizing pleasure continued building up deep within her body, with Spike simply enjoying eating this tasty little jewel upon her body. He was so absorbed, savoring the flavor of her tasty little sweetmeat that he now simply disregarded concerns for sensitivities. He opened his mouth wider, facing fully forward in between her legs, and capped his broad, hungry, rapidly stroking tongue over the whole of her clit. He deeply closed his eyes, savoring her intense, sweet, fleshy flavor, and ravenously consumed the jewel of her pussy.

“Ahnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh…ahhhyahhhhhhhh…” Spike moaned, licking and licking, stroking deeply into Trixie’s tasty clit, and making her throw her head back in sheer, unbridled, electric ecstasy.

“AghhhSssspayeeehhhh!!!” Trixie moaned in reply. She was in such a rapid climb of pleasure that she couldn’t even say his name. She felt him stroke and stroke, hard, heavy, savoring licks, broad and hungry into her clit, giving her intense, fiery pleasure that she could feel to the extremities of her body. Her toes, fingertips, nipples, and even her lips were riding the tails of the ball of electricity happening around her lower body. She all but grabbed upon his head and dragged him forward, pressing his face in between her legs, riding the maddening sea of pleasure that was crashing over her body and almost causing her to kick her legs into the air. Then, with the constant pressure and constant pleasure that Spike was giving her, her body broke free of its invisible chains and erupted. A pure, unadulterated stream of burning love juice began pouring from her lips and a heat wave rippled through her body as she gave. Of course, Spike was more than happily curious to receive.

He let the hot, sweet stream of delicious pussy juice, freshly tapped from Trixie’s light, berry blue body, trickle onto his tongue. It was as if a freshly pressed barrel of cane juice…with an odd hint of blue berries, was just popped open and its contents were spilling into his mouth. He quickly capped his large jaws over the whole of her pussy and happily began sucking on her, tonguing the spout of her little hole and still bringing his hungry tongue to stroke through her burning stream and across her sensitive clitoris.

“OH GAHH…OH GAHH…OH GAHHHH…” Trixie jabbered mindlessly, riding out the waves. She flew at light speed, through this otherworldly dimension of hard, fast pleasure, but, it wasn’t long before her body began coming down and she began taking notice that the pleasure and sensitivity of her body began getting a little…too much. “Oh! Ohhh! Stahhp! Stahhhp!!!” she screamed at Spike, trying to get his attention as he tongued and tasted the living daylights out of her sweet, tasty pussy. When she finally began shoving at his pretty puppy head, just trying to gain some inches between his ravenous tongue and her oversensitive flesh, he took notice and pulled away, his mouth glistening and his fur beautifully mated by Trixie’s generous gift of loving pussy juice.

“…Oh…heheh…sorry. Cu…carried away.” Spike said, swallowing the last, tasty trickles of sweet love juice from his mouth. He felt satiated, somewhat…even engorged by Trixie’s love, yet, he had to admit…he could still go for more.

“Hehh…hehh…ssokayeehh…hehehehhhh…” Trixie panted and invited Spike to rest his pretty little head upon her inner thigh, with a playful, gentle pat.

Spike took the offer, feeling it warm and generous. Slid Trixie’s tender rump off his paws and embraced her petite body, slipping his head to the side so he could use her inner thigh as a warm, fleshy pillow. Trixie lovingly petted and ran her fingers through his fur, as he playfully nuzzled his soft, trim, yet slightly bushy head against her leg. He slowly blinked his misty eyes, staring at the beautiful, shimmering sight of her sweet, pretty pussy, and then came in a little closer to give it a loving, gentle kiss.

“…Oughmm! Spike! Heheh. She needs a rest!” Trixie yelped sweetly, thinking he was coming in for seconds.

“I knowww, I knowww. I was just giving her a little kiss, that’s all, nnhhehe.” Spike replied and Trixie giggled as well, brushing her fingers through the sweet puppy boy’s head, and he hugged even deeper, even as far as tug himself closer and press his cheek against and receive a sweet, tender, sloppy kiss from Trixie’s warm, wet, resting pussy.

They spent a while there, oblivious to the world, Trixie playing with Spike’s silky ears and his smooth brush and grain of fur, while he lovingly nuzzled at her sweet, warm, delicate pussy’s lips. It was sweet and silent, like paradise, touching each other lovingly as the delicate symphony of running water danced in their ears. They indeed could have spent forever there, and, Spike certainly wanted to, but, Trixie thought otherwise. “…I think we should think about getting back.” she said, breaking the silence.

“Ohohhhhhh…but I don’t wannaaaa!!!” Spike complained like a whining baby.

“Ehehehh. I know, but, yeah…they might start looking for us and all.” Trixie urged, looking down rather motherly to Spike, even as his pleading eyes met hers.

They both smiled then, Spike with a slight sneer of annoyance yet an admittance of right. “Fiiine…it was really fun though…and really nice just playing with you like this.” Spike said warmly.

“Yeah.” Trixie replied the same. “I totally wanna…em…do this again…sometime, ehehehh!” Trixie laughed, soon followed by Spike.

“Do…you?” Spike started, a suggestive tone in his voice, “…Or me?” he finished, as he pulled her forward, pressing his body to hers.

“How ‘bout…all of the above?” Trixie replied, with an easy smile and misty eyes, as she came forward for a nice little kiss.

“…Deal.” Spike replied, and they engaged in a nice, deep, somewhat devouring kiss.

They broke apart for a bit, so Trixie could get herself together, and, so Spike could…wash Trixie off his face. As Spike recovered from the fountain, Trixie slid onto her feet. Moments after, as they moved to go towards the exit…Trixie suddenly felt severe weakness in her legs and slumped to her knees. “Ough!”

Spike turned and swiftly ran to her side. “Trixie, what’s wrong?!”

“I don’t know! My legs…they’re all…” Trixie was suddenly struck by the fact that…”…Good gosh. They’re probably weak from…exploding all over you, heheheh.” she concluded, a blush swiftly washing across her cheeks.

Spike giggled in reply, glad in finding that it probably wasn’t something serious. “Awww, that’s okay…” he said as he swiftly, surprisingly scooped her up and set her cushy tush and comfy muff upon his shoulders. She wasn’t straight in front of him, as they were when running from the…cobra. However, he set her to sit upon his right shoulder, not upon his nape, as he had…ulterior motives. “We’ll just set you up here, ‘till you’re ready to travel. And also so I can uh…talk to the girls here…mmmMMMMmmmmm…” Spike said, turning his head to waggle and press it into Trixie’s bare, naked flower.

“Ough!!!” Trixie said, laughing and bonking Spike atop his head with a light yet intended strike from her palm. “Spike, hahahah! You’re an animal!”

“Uh…duh.” Spike replied then, and they laughed heartily, giggling their way out of the washroom, as if they were a fresh pair of newlyweds.