Spike yawned as he casually strolled down Ponyville's main street. While he had retreated back to Rainbow Dash's house after having a little “fun” with Fluttershy, he hadn't gotten much sleep while he was there. Rainbow had occupied most of his time with the girl they had picked up at the bar.

As Spike kicked up dust with his beat-up sneakers he tried to develop a plan for his next target - the ever elusive Pinkie Pie.

And boy, was it difficult to think of one. How you could he impregnate a woman who could seemingly break the laws of physics at her own whim? It would take some next-level planning or just a plain old miracle to pull this stunt off.

Replace her morning-after pill? Nah, she'd probably notice.

Break the condom? Probably set off one of her weird Pinkie Senses.

Take her on some dates until she begins to see Spike in a deeper and more romantic sense, build a strong emotional relationship based on trust and respect over the course of a few months, propose to her in the same place you met, marry her at a beautiful ceremony, settle down into a quaint cottage, mutually agree to have a child together, make love to her in the missionary position, nurture and love her through the pregnancy until one day she births a beautiful child? It would take a while, but it's probably the safest bet.

Spike parked his butt on a nearby bench and sighed at the task that weighed on his shoulders. When Celestia asked him to impregnate all his friends, he didn't think it would be an easy task, but definitely not this hard. Spike leaned his head back and relaxed, resting his neck on the soft wood of the bench back and began to lose himself in sounds of early morning Ponyville.

As he was just about to drift into a pleasant nap, a throat clearing cough entering his left ear broke his serenity. He grumbled in response and turned his head to the side only to find the unidentified individual nowhere to be seen. Another similar cough rang in his right ear so he turned again to the other side. But once again, no one was there. Another cough sounded off to his left, making Spike snap his head to identify the mystery person and their poor set lungs.

"Good morning, Spikey. How ya been?" A tall, lanky man asked. His yellow eyes stared into Spike's own, his blood-red pupils penetrating Spike's skull with a maddening stare. A stray and pearly white snaggletooth hung over his thin, cracked lips and stood out like a sore thumb in his otherwise pale and rough face. He rested his neck along the bench along with Spike, a grey, tattered top hat sat on top of a jostled, messy and equally grey hair and housed two feathers, one a long and elegant light-blue feather and another frayed, pale-yellow feather. There was only one person who would wear such a thing.

"Discord..." Spike hissed in a low tone. Of all the faces he wanted to see today, this was one of the last ones up with Garble, Queen Chrysalis and Tirek. While he had been reformed recently and showed himself to be not that bad of a guy, Spike was still a little bit doubtful of the Draconequus.

"The very same." He chuckled while levitating and twisting underneath the bench like a snake, only to land in the unoccupied space next to Spike and cross his legs. "Tell me, how are you? I don't believe we've chatted in a while." He said, smirking slightly.

"No, we haven't and there's a reason... Where have you been anyway?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow. Ever since Discord bonded with Twilight and her friends, he hadn't seen too much of him.

"Hmmph. I have to tell you, Spike. This whole bimbo town joke that the girls are doing was getting pretty old. I had to get away from it all, take a vacation y'know?" He explained, pulling an oversized Margarita out of nowhere and donning an offensively colored Hawaiian shirt. As he sipped from the ice-cold cocktail, Spike looked over at him with a skeptic twist to his expression. Discord had never shown much interest in Spike and had only used him as a means-to-an-end or a plaything for his malicious intent in the past. Why would he be focusing on him now?

"Mmmhmm..." Spike said, keeping his doubtful expression. "Okay."

"I mean, look at everyone. It was funny at the start, but now it's a little boring, don't you think?" Discord asked, sweeping his arms to the multitudes of bimbos strutting around town. Spike relaxed a little bit as it seemed Discord was initiating a conversation, and why wouldn't an immortal chaos god want to have a nice chat?

"Yeah... I would've thought you would enjoy this. I mean, I don't want to imagine what you can do sexually with all your chaos powers." Spike joked, picturing all the weird and disturbing things the Draconequus could perform in the sack. He shuddered at most of them.

"Spike! You insult me!" Discord gasped in an overly feminine voice. He spun, stopping only when his attire was changed into that of a nun. "Such trivial things as sex are beneath me, I am an immortal being!" The chaos lord exclaimed in a dramatic fashion, striking a pose as if he was reaching to the heavens. "Besides, I got most of that hormonal stuff out when I was a toddler."

"Okay, okay... Whatever." Spike muttered as Discord reverted back to his usual mismatch of raggedy clothes. "What do you want then?" Spike asked out of curiosity. After all, Discord wasn't exactly one to stop for just chit-chat.

"Well... A little birdy told me a little something," Discord said, holding his long, spindly index finger and letting a small bluebird land on it before it sang a high-pitched melody. After it sang it's song, Discord let out his own soothing whistling and the bird flew off. "It told me you were looking to go into a... baby boom?" Discord giggled. Spike's eyes shot wide open as Discord laughed to himself.

"What?!" Spike exclaimed, drawing the attention of some passersby. He ducked his head slightly and reduced his voice into a low but urgent whisper. "What do you mean? Where did you find that out!?" Spike demanded, practically hissing at Discord.

Discord only laughed in response.

"Spiky, m’boy! I have eyes... everywhere." Discord chuckled, pointing above Spike. Spike lifted his head and looked up at the tree to see two bright-yellow Golden Delicious apples dangling there among the leaves. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw two red pupils slide over the apple's skin to resemble Discord's own yellow orbs. The apples then dropped, only to be caught by an eyeless Discord who proceeded to stuff the apples into his sockets. Spike cringed at the strange display before focusing on the situation on hand.

"Alright, I don't want to know how you found out. But you can not, I repeat, can not, tell anybody. Got it!" Spike hissed, grabbing Discord by the collar and pulling his face uncomfortably close to his own, the scent of paper wafting from his grinning, fanged mouth.

"Oh, I would never do anything of the sort! I'm here to help you out, buddy." Discord said easily, playfully bumping Spike in the shoulder.

"Help me out? How?" Spike asked, letting go of Discord's collar and opening his ears, while keeping a skeptic look on the Draconequus.

"The idea of you knocking up all your friends? Just hilarious! I mean, you as a father? Ha! What a riot!" Discord guffawed while Spike frowned at his antics.

"Very funny, asshole," Spike muttered, rising from his seat. However, as he begun to walk away, Discord pulled him back to the bench.

"I'm here to help," Discord spoke, softly and in a friendly tone. He kept Spike seated with one hand while another pulled a large, golden pocket-watch out of his jacket pocket. He held the ticking device in front of Spike's and waited.

"What is tha-" Spike stopped as the face of the clock was revealed. It was not an actual clock face but a spiral pattern, slowly rotating.... Spike instantly became entranced with the spinning corkscrew of color, his jaw becoming slack and his eyes glazing over as they could only focus on the watch. Suddenly, Discord closed the golden watch and Spike snapped back into reality.

"Hypnosis." Discord explained, sliding the watch into Spike's hands. "Quite useful when used effectively. Helped me in quite a few... sticky situations." Discord said, cringing as he remembered his convoluted youth.

"Hypnosis? How does it wor-" Spike asked, turning his head to look at Discord, but noticing he was absent and replaced with a small note.

Dearest Spike:

Sorry, had to run. I've got a card game with a few friends from the Everfree. If you need me, just say my name three times while looking in a mirror. Or not in a mirror. Or just tap your ruby shoes together three times...

Just do something three times and I'll show up.

I expect to be the Godfather by the way.

Yours. Dr. Discord D. Discordial, DDS.

Spike furrowed his brow and looked at the watch in his hand.

"Did I just make a deal with the devil?" Spike joked to himself. Discord has changed for the better... maybe he could be trusted. Spike thought to himself before shrugging his shoulders and standing up from the bench. "Well, might as well try." Spike muttered as he strolled towards Sugarcube Corner.

As Spike walked up he noticed that the bakery wasn’t bustling with people looking to get a sugary fix as it usually was. In fact the door was closed and nobody could be seen through the windows. As Spike stepped up to the door he noticed a handwritten note stuck to it with a pin.

Spike plucked from the door and read it to himself.

Dear whoever

Sugarcube Corner is closed for a few days as Mr. and Mrs. Cake have gone on their second honeymoon!!!

If you need me super-duper-loopty-looper bad, just come and see me!!!1!! ;)

- Pinkie Pie

Spike read the note over again before resting it on a nearby windowsill. If Spike knew Pinkie Pie, she'd either be in the cooking in the Sugarcube Corner kitchen or having sex somewhere... or both. Either way didn't really matter to Spike, after all, he was on a mission. He opened the door with a chime from the doorbell to reveal the place was, in fact, completely empty. All of a sudden, a loud crash sounded from behind the saloon doors to the kitchen followed by a cheery "Whoopsie!"

Spike wasted no time pondering who could have been responsible for the noise and walked into the bakery's back room to reveal Pinkie Pie rushing around the messy kitchen. Practically every surface was covered in a mixture of flour or caster sugar and they were flying up into the air in large clouds as Pinkie Pie zipped past the white powder like the hot-pink blur she was. Just as Pinkie Pie was about to fill a large jug full of milk, she stopped dead in her tracks and somewhere Spike heard the sound of a record scratching to a halt. Pinkie looked over to Spike standing by the door, watching her back intently.

"Oh! What's up Spikey!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, extending her arm and giving Spike a lively wave. It was when Pinkie stopped springing back and forth from her sudden stop that Spike gazed upon her voluptuous and naked body covered only by a messy, pink apron. Her smooth, creamy but ever-so-slightly tanned skin was covered with patches and splotches of various ingredients and cake-making materials, giving an adorable but all around sensual look to the giddy, horny baker.

"Woah! H-hey Pinkie. You look... nice..." Spike stammered, surprised by the curvy, almost-naked babe standing in the kitchen. Pinkie put her hand down but kept her large, bright grin directed towards the young man as she poured the milk onto the counter, missing the jug entirely and spreading the white liquid over the wooden surface. "Awww shoot. I'm such a klutz." Pinkie giggled as she turned around, leaned over the counter and grabbed a few sheets of paper towels to clean the mess.

As she bent over she pushed her large, round butt out for Spike, making it jiggle and showing off a pretty, pink pussy neatly tucked between the large cheeks while she leaned forward. As she reached for the paper, she stained her already messy apron with the liquid, mixing it with the flour and sugar already on it and making a strange, sticky, off-white solution all over her apron. As she leaned back to an upright position, she looked down and huffed, blowing a curl of her pink hair out of her face. "Darn it! Welp, no use wearing this anymore." She giggled, reaching a hand behind her back and untying the tight knot that held her apron in place. She then pulled the frilly pinafore from around her neck and dropped it to the floor, revealing her curvy and delectable body to the young teen.

"Wow..." Spike mumbled as Pinkie turned around to show Spike her huge and impossibly perky tits, slightly pudgy belly and a cleanly shaven pussy. She kept a big, toothy grin and a pair of wide, bright eyes staring in Spike's direction. "I still can't get over how hot you are, Pinkie." Spike chuckled, walking over to the voluptuous woman and grabbing her by the hips, making her gasp then giggle in delight. "You look delicious." He said before dipping his head to her shoulder where a small dribble of dark brown chocolate syrup laid on her pristine skin. He placed his lips around the small patch of sweet fluid and began to suck on the skin around it, pulling some of the syrup into his mouth and tickling the giggly Pinkie Pie as her sensitive skin was teased by Spike's soft, masculine lips.

After a few more seconds of sucking on Pinkie's delicious skin, Spike stuck his tongue against the reminder of the sticky sauce on her shoulder and began to lap it up, making the pink-haired girl moan in joy. As Spike licked the sweet sauce from the girl's skin, he made an obscene slurping sound as his wet, hot tongue danced across the smooth flesh of the girl in front of him. While he sucked and licked upon her shoulder, Pinkie planted her grabby, little hands on Spike's waist and felt the well-defined muscles of his body through his pants before slipping her hands down to Spike's firm ass. She took a stiff cheek in each hand and began to massage them and even slipped her finger near to his asshole, given the area a small tickle, making Spike groan into her shoulder.

Spike smirked before laying a light smack on Pinkie's ass, jiggling the fat of her thick ass-cheek and eliciting a giddy moan from the lady as the man finally resurfaced for air and smiled at the woman in front of him.

"I think I know what you came for..." Pinkie purred sensually, looking down to the raging bulge in Spike's jeans. Spike didn't know how, but he just loved how Pinkie Pie could go from silly to sexy in a split-second like that.

"I don't think you do..." Spike mumbled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the golden pocket-watch that he had given him earlier. He felt a little wrong about hypnotizing the poor, unaware woman and even worse about unknowingly impregnating her, but it was just something he had to do for his home's safety, no matter how unpleasant it was for him or the girls.

"What does that mean silly? You mean you don't wanna fuc- Ooooh, what's that! So shiny!" Pinkie asked, pointing to the gold watch that Spike held in front of Pinkie's face. Apparently, he didn't even need to open it to capture Pinkie's attention as she was staring directly at the shining watch intently. Just as her mouth opened in order to ask a question, Spike flipped the small door of the watch open and revealed the spiraling, multicolored face underneath.

Pinkie suddenly stopped and laid her jaw slack, widened her eyes and relaxed her body muscles all while keeping her impenetrable gaze on the clock. Spike smiled to himself as the hypnotism seemed to be working smoothly. As far as he knew Discord could have been playing a practical joke on him for his childish amusement.

"Alright Pinkie. You are going to let me impregnate you. Is that understood?" Spike cautiously asked the strangely stoic Pinkie. Seeing Pinkie standing still as a statue, not speaking at all and not even smiling was an unsettling sight.

"Yes." She said in a monotone voice. Spike cringed as the words left her lips. He didn’t like to see the happy-go-lucky Pinkie looking so vacant and depressing one bit, so closed the watch and brought the Pinkie Pie he knew and loved back to the real world. "Say, what happened, I blacked out." She exclaimed, putting a finger on her lips and dropping a hip in a pose implying deep thought. "Eh. Whatever. Hey Spike, wanna fuck?" She asked bluntly to the young and aroused man.

"Wow. Really?" Spike asked, not quite believing the hypnosis immediate effectiveness.

"Sure. Totally! I mean I would usually go to Mr. Cake but Mrs. Cake has, like, stolen him from me. Can you believe that? What a bitch... but I love her thoooooooouuugh... yeah... why aren't we banging yet?" She proclaimed in an elated tone. Without warning, she picked Spike up with a signature Earth-Blood surge of strength and rested the young man on the messy counter. After Spike was sitting on the powdered kitchen surface, Pinkie began to wrangle with the pesky belt keeping her mouth and Spike's cock apart, eventually undoing the metal and leather device to pull it loose. After that task was complete, Pinkie plucked the buttons of Spike's fly open and pulled both his jeans and underwear down in one fell swoop.

Spike's needy cock was standing tall and proud, throbbing and in need of some loving attention. After the weekend at Rainbow Dash's, his cock was begging for some more positive attention after all the neglect or overdose of attention it got over those awful two days. A stream of pre-cum spat from his head and ran down his rigid cock, the slick bead resting on his balls.

Pinkie oohed at the fat dick that was presented to her, kneeling on the floor and wrapping her large, cushy breasts around Spike's shaft, making him gasp as the incredibly soft tits wrapped around and almost crushed his needy cock. Pinkie began to move up and down, running her breasts along his length in slow, lengthy strokes. As Pinkie tit-fucked the moaning Spike, his cock began to leak copious amounts of slippery pre-cum, running down his cock in a thin, salty stream and coating Pinkie Pie's bouncing boobs, creating a slimy lube for her to enjoy. The bouncy bimbo moaned as the warm fluid descended down the large curve of her breasts in thick beads, almost covering her huge tits with his pre-cum alone.

As Pinkie pulled and pushed her melon-sized tits around Spike's member, she noticed a stray can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup and an assortment of fruits on the counter behind him. In a fast blur Spike couldn't even comprehend, Pinkie sprayed a loose zig-zag of the fluffy cream, dropped a few sliced bananas pieces and added a drizzle of chocolate syrup over the top of her plump breasts. She added a tall dollop of whipped cream on top of Spike's bell-end and finished it by placing a shiny, deep-red cherry on top of the mountain of meat and cream.

"Teehehehe. What do you think of my new and improved banana split huh? Pretty tasty! Especially for me!" Pinkie Pie giggled with an inviting little smirk. She once again began to twist her breasts up and down Spike's cock, squeezing them around the twitching shaft with a perfect balance between tight pressure and pillowy softness.

As she continued to slide her tits up and down the rigid meatpole, the mixture of frothy, cold cream and chocolate syrup messily blended with Spike's gooey pre-cum into a sweet and salty light-brown mixture. Pinkie Pie smiled and bent her head with her wide tongue sticking out of her mouth to lap at Spike's leaking cock head. With the swollen and heavily pre-cum spewing head was snugly resting between her plump lips, Pinkie twisted her tongue out and plucked the cherry from the cradle of whipped cream and pre that it sat upon. She rolled the fruit on her tongue next to the radiant pink head, sliding the underside of her warm muscle along the soft flesh of his head while the taut sweetness of the fruit danced along her tongue.

Spike only threw his head back in pleasure.

Pinkie smiled around the cock before popping her thick lips off the head with the small berry still remaining in her mouth. She burst the fruit between her teeth and swallowed the sweet juices and flesh with a cheeky wink to the panting Spike. She stuck her broad tongue out and leaned her head down once again, this time giving Spike's bobbing helmet a long lick and collecting a large amount of the leftover light, milky froth on her tongue before swallowing it down her gullet. Spike himself could only moan as Pinkie's tongue danced lovingly on his dick and continued to remove the rest of the chilly foam from his head.

But she did not stop there. She wrapped her mouth around his shaft and began to bob her head up and down, swirling her large tongue around and under his throbbing rod and licking every drop of cream and chocolate that still clung to the salty flesh. She mewled like an animal in heat as the sickly sweet taste bounced across her taste buds, sending soft but steady vibrations through the sensitive slab of meat.

"Awwww shit, Pinkie... I'm close..." Spike groaned through gritted teeth. The softness of Pinkie's breasts, the cooling sensation of the refrigerated cream, the stickiness of the chocolate syrup and Pinkie's tightly wrapped lips working his cock earnestly was enough to bring him to the edge and subsequently shove him over in a matter of minutes. After he told her he was close to an orgasm, she began to drive her tits around his cock and suck his needy head with a doubled-up power, fueled by a burning appetite for every last molecule of sweet spunk she could pull from his rotund balls. A loud and deliciously obscene slurping sound filled the bakery's kitchen as the resident bimbo chef coated her warm saliva on Spike's twitching member and eventually made him jerk his neck back for the final time.

Spike groaned loudly and relaxed his tense muscles as a fat rope of his cum shot out and landed on the back of Pinkie's mouth, making her eyes shoot open at the sudden surprise seed spray sliding into her stomach. She plucked her dribbling lips off his throbbing helmet and let his thick, white cum shoot about a foot high into the air only for it to touch down on her breasts with a wet splatter, resting and melding with the light-brown mixture of chocolate and cream coating her tits. Another shot burst forth from his freely spewing man-cannon and landed in Pinkie Pie's large head of poofy, pink hair while the other smaller shots land on her still working breasts and or happily smiling face.

After Spike's cock was done spraying a thick and healthy load, Pinkie Pie hopped to her feet and began to seductively rub the resting semen into the blend of fluids on her breasts, mixing it all together into a sweet and salty mixture before pulling her large tits towards her face. Spike watched as Pinkie stuck her drooling tongue out and licked a streak of the thick 'sauce' from her mighty chest. She continued to lick and lap at her own flesh until her mammaries were clean of the mixture of seed and sweets and instead covered in a light layer of her saliva.

Pinkie swirled the uncommon combination of sweet and salty flavored fluids in her mouth before swallowing the mixture down her throat, smacking her dripping lips together and showing off a radiant smile.

"Wow. I've totally got to make this a recipe or something. The girls would just yum this up!" Pinkie snickered in delight, imagining how many Dragon Creampies she could sell to the horny villagers of her town.

"Wow... that was... sweet..." Spike chuckled, sliding off the dirty counter and sauntering over to delightfully thick Pinkie Pie. In one quick movement, he grabbed Pinkie Pie by her arms, spun her sweaty and stained body around and bent her over the counter her was previously sitting on, where the imprints of his ass cheeks could still be seen in the stray flour. The slightly dizzy Pinkie Pie giggled as her large bosom was pressed against the flour covered work surface and her wide, fat ass was sticking out in the air.

"What'cha gonna do Spiky?" She asked, swaying her hips from side to side and enticing Spike to provide her with some sexual contact.

"I think you're smart enough to figure that one out, Pinkie." Spike growled, descending to his knees and coming face-to-face with the positively dripping cunt between Pinkie's ass cheeks. Spike wasn't one to say grace before a meal so just dove his head into Pinkie's fat ass and pushed his lips against her own pink, velvety lips.

Pinkie gasped and grinned as Spike pushed his tongue into her wet, little cove, happily thrashing the muscle about with reckless abandon. As Spike explored Pinkie's puffy pussy, he brought his hands down towards his own crotch and wrapped both hands around his still hard cock. He slowly began to twist his hands and jerk his own length, using the chocolate and cream still left on his cock as impromptu lubrication.

Pinkie laid her head on the counter and grabbed a large handful of each ass cheek and spread them apart, allowing Spike's loving tongue easier access to her damp nether regions. Spike appreciated this effort and pushed his face further into her thick ass, grinding his face against Pinkie's perfect labia lips and massaging her soft walls with his strong tongue. Pinkie squealed in delight as Spike doubled his efforts and swirled his powerful mouth muscle all around her sopping snatch, sending mini waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her muscles twitch and the hairs on her body stand on end.

As Spike continued to simultaneously eat Pinkie's pretty pussy out and jerk himself off he noticed the canister of whipped cream and bowl of assorted berries that Pinkie had used for her 'banana split' still sitting on the table. He grabbed the ingredients and brought both the cream and the fruit down to floor level before prying his mouth away from Pinkie Pie's sweet honey pot. Before Pinkie Pie could whine and ask why he had stopped, Spike placed the plastic nozzle of the can in his mouth and quickly sucked on it, providing it with a quick lubrication. He then squeezed the spit-covered nozzle into Pinkie's twitching, tight asshole, making the girl giggle in ecstasy as the cold nozzle was suddenly pushed into her little anus and a finger pressed down on the button. Pinkie shrieked in delight and shivered her body as the chilly, creamy froth filled her warm ass, tickling her sensitive insides and making her giggle joyfully.

"OoooAhhhhmmm~ Makin' a real creampie, huh baby?" Pinkie Pie giggled, looking back to Spike.

"Oh. I'm not done yet..." Spike chuckled in response, shooting Pinkie Pie a smirk that charged her already peaking sexual energy. Spike grabbed a juicy, red strawberry from the bowl and pushed the tip of the ripe fruit against Pinkie's tight, pink ring, slowly breaching the small hole and pushing the berry further into her hot, little canal. Pinkie moaned as the berry invaded her anus, eventually squeezing into to her incredibly tight walls and sitting snugly in the moist cream.

Spike pushed his face back into Pinkie's pussy and continued to lap deep into her velvet-like folds, flicking and twisting his tough muscle against her writhing walls and exploring every moist nook and cranny of her pussy he could reach. As he ate Pinkie out, he kept one tight fist wrapped around his tall cock, slowly pumping himself while his other hand brought a second berry towards Pinkie's asshole. This time it was a small, pink raspberry was being pushed into her snug yet inviting ass, squishing the soft fruit slightly in the process and causing some sweet, red juice to squirt out and run down towards Pinkie's pussy.

Pinkie whined in delight as the delicate yet bumpy fruit was pushed into her dairy filled ass. Her voluptuous body instinctively began to twist it's own ample hips in inciting circles as the unexpected food-play in her ass sent electrifying sexual energy pulsing through her body. As her moist pussy lips mashed into Spike's soft cheeks, driving her further towards a lovely little orgasm, the young pussy eating teen took a cherry from the bowl and slipped the sleek, round piece of fruit into Pinkie's butt, all while keeping up his own masturbation.

A few minutes and a few berries later and Pinkie's squeals of pleasure were filling the kitchen space and her hips were bucking like a stubborn bronco. Her anal canal felt more stuffed than a fruit bowl with the amount of berries that were shifting around inside. Spike had been pushing in berry after berry while keeping her asshole topped up with airy cream. While he ravaged her cunt with his tongue, focusing on the little, rigid patch of fluffy flesh that he had identified as Pinkie's G-spot, he kept jerking his cock fast and hard, creating a loud fapsound.

"Hahaaaahaaaaa~ C'mon baby! You eat that pussy soooooooo gooooooood~" Pinkie cooed, her fluffy head resting on the table and her tongue lolling out of her mouth in a fashion similar to a Neighponese sex comic. The ecstasy that Spike was providing both of her slutty orifices was driving her mind crazy with endorphin's and making her juicy body twitch like a nervous wreck. Every inch of her creamy skin was sensitive to the touch. Hell, if Spike even spanked her it would set her off.

And then Spike spanked her.

Pinkie screamed in ecstasy as Spike slapped the jiggly backside, pushing her already shaky, pleasure-addicted mind and sending her into a body-shocking orgasm. She shuddered and twitched like a fiend as the frenzy of euphoria cascaded through her curvy body, making her emit a loud shriek of joy from her smiling lips. Her legs bucked and shuddered like mad as Spike continued to tongue-fuck her pussy and smacked her ass once more, making her body jerk again and prolonging her powerful orgasm. Her pussy walls tightened around Spike's tongue, clenching the wriggling muscle and making it slather and thrust against her walls even more as Spike felt his mouth get soaked by a rush of Pinkie's pussy juice. While her hyper-sensitive cunt twitched, her asshole also trembled and winked, crushing the various fruits inside her ass and squirting a pinkish mixture of delicious flesh, juice, and cream out of her tight ring which dripped down her ass and seeped into Spike's mouth.

As Pinkie continued to enjoy her well-deserved orgasm, Spike pried his cream, fruit and pussy juice covered lips away from Pinkie Pie's chubby cootch, got back to his feet and continued to slowly tug on his cock, keeping a hard and healthy erection as he stared at the still-cumming bubbly bimbo bent over on the counter.

After about a minute of Pinkie twitching and making strange incoherent noises into the wooden counter, she bounced back up on the balls of her feet suddenly, seemingly unaffected by her previous mind-breaking orgasm.

"Alrighty! That was just, like, totally freakin' perfect, babe. Wanna fuck my pussy now? It's getting all sad and lonely without your fat dragon dick." Pinkie pouted, shaking her ass up and down and making the large, round cheeks wobble and bounce while her pussy dripped. This display of sheer lust for sexual pleasure from Pinkie Pie had Spike's cock feeling frisky.

"Hold on. I'm gonna make a snack." Spike said, walking over to the fridge and picking his pants up on the way there. He cracked the fridge open to look inside but actually delved into his pant pocket to pull out the small, trusty vial. He took a quick swig before closing the fridge, dropping his pants and walking back over to Pinkie Pie.

The girl was perched on the counter and merrily fiddling with her engorged clit while she waited for her man to return. Spike walked over and nestled himself between Pinkie's thick thighs, aligning his rigid erection with Pinkie's soft, needy slit. He wasted no time with teasing, knowing that Pinkie was already wet as a pool and thrust forward into Pinkie, pushing into her fat twat until his tip was bumping against her cervix and Pinkie was gasping for air at the sudden invasion. She brought her hand to her freely squealing mouth and bit down on her index finger to muffle the resounding moans she produced as Spike backed his hips up and stabbed back into her.

"MmmmmfuckmeSpike~ Oh myyyy. You make my lil' pussy feel the bestest." She whined as Spike continued his slow, machine-like pumps into her body. Spike could feel Pinkie's natural desire for his seed through her contracting walls and her bucking hips pressing further into Spike's long schlong. And by her darting eyes, giddy grin and profusely blushing cheeks, Spike almost thought Pinkie wanted his cum to spill into her womb and but a metaphorical bun into her oven.

And Spike was there to provide it to her.

A feeling of intense heat in his loins made Spike speed up into feverish and jerky thrusts, swinging his low sack and making his balls slap against Pinkie's fat ass-cheeks. As the girl moaned his name, Spike suddenly hooked his hands under Pinkie's thick, juicy thighs and hoisted her up into the air while still keeping his thrusting hips pumping. Pinkie squealed and gigglesnorted at the sudden playfulness on Spike's part and wrapped her jiggly legs around Spike's waist, keeping him locked in place and encouraging his feverish pumps.

Soon Spike's skin was shiny and his hair matted with sweat, while his sharp teeth were gritted under the physical stress of maintaining the hard, fast thrusting despite several dull pains in his lower body muscles begging him to stop. But the pain fell on deaf nerves and he only focused on dumping a heavy load inside Pinkie Pie, and by this time he was incredibly close to it.

He increased his speed to a point where his hips looked more like they were vibrating instead of thrusting and the slap of flesh made a quick beating sound throughout the empty kitchen. Pinkie was squealing and commenting on Spike's impressive speed but everything she said or did was blurred out to him as he only focused on the cusp of his orgasm. A threshold that was crossed with one final, hard, deep thrust into Pinkie Pie's twat.

He pulled Pinkie's hips down to his and pressed the head of his cock right against her cervix where it unleashed a tsunami of seed. As his cum splattered against Pinkie's tight entrance and seeped into her womb, Spike began to feverishly gasp for air and lowered Pinkie towards the ground.

Pinkie took the hint and got back on her feet just as Spike had finished dumping his earnest offering of cum into her pussy. As Pinkie slipped off of Spike's cock, a few drops of Spike's precious, life-giving seed spilling onto the floor, but Spike found it impossible to care as he was just too tired and weak to even speak. Pinkie tried to talk to him, but the teenager’s head was spinning and he soon tumbled to the floor and passed out.

Which was the second time he had passed out trying to impregnate the girls.

Spike needed a break.

Author's Notes:

I wouldn't take a break now Spike. Only one more to go.

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