Spike sighed with warm content as he leaned back in his soft recliner chair. The nude and busty Rarity snuggled closer to him, nuzzling his bare chest and sighing contently. He opened his mouth as the equally stark-naked Pinkie Pie scooped a small collection of ruby ice cream from her bowl and brought it to Spike's awaiting lips. As Spike let the divine frozen treat melt in his maw, a voice called up from his waist.

He looked down to see Fluttershy looking up at him, tracing her tongue up and down the side of his rigid cock.

"Yes, Fluttershy?" He asked the girl as her tongue retreated back into her mouth.

"Ummm, well. I've been working on this new song about you and your w-wonderful cock. The girls say it’s amazing, but I kinda want your opinion." She says sheepishly but in that slightly ditsy voice, Spike can't help but love.

"Go ahead Shy." Spike accepted patting her on her head as he lent back, closing his eyes and letting the soft vocals of Fluttershy soothe him further.

"Well... here goes..." Fluttershy mumbled, taking in a deep breath into her lungs and preparing for her song. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Bah!" Spike exclaimed, jolting to an upright position in his bed as the loud cry continued past his dream state. He twisted his head from side to side, trying to find the source of the noise in his dark room. His eyes settled on a bright red light among the darkness, getting brighter and dimmer with each shift of the noise's volume.

Of course.

The baby monitor.

Spike released a groan of annoyance as he realized it was his day to check up on his child's well being in the latest hours of the night and the earliest hours of the morning. He swung his legs off the bed, clad himself in a dressing gown and stepped into the hallway. He walked into the room of the blood-curdling shriek - a storage room Twilight and him converted into a nursery - and over to the crib that held little Violet Star.

"What's wrong honey, huh? Smelly diaper? Need feeding?" Spike said, popping his head over the fence of the crib to see his upset child wiggling and writhing inside her little wooden prison. Once Spike came into the infant’s view, her tears subsided and her screams turned to cute coos and gurgles. "Or just wanted me, huh?" Spike asked, slightly annoyed, to which Violet Star giggled. "Well, I'm glad someone's happy." Spike sighed.

As the baby continued to gurgle and giggle, Spike couldn't help but let a goofy smile spread across his face. While Star was certainly annoying at times, the sheer cuteness of her big, purple eyes and those adorably tiny hands would make up for that more often than not.

"She okay?" I familiar voice asked from behind Spike. Spike turned to see the outline of Twilight's body silhouetted in the warm orange glow of the light.

"Yeah. She's fine." Spike said, turning back to his daughter as Twilight walked over to the crib. He looked down to see she had suddenly drifted off to sleep. "Pfft. I'll never understand her." Spike chuckled.

"I've read over sixty-five maternity books, but even I can't figure her out." Twilight herself jested, leaning over the crib to inspect her daughter. She reached her arm down and brushed a lock of deep purple hair out of her face.

As Spike studied the sight of the mother and daughter combo he couldn't help but think back to a few months before.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh, thank Celestia!" Spike shouted, sprinting his way into one of the castle's main bathrooms. He scrambled with the lock until he was reassured by the loud click that he was safe. It seemed he was just in time as the door suddenly became the subject for a hard pounding from the other side.

"SPIKE THE DRAGON, YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" A loud and furious voice boomed from the other side while the loud slapping on the door continued.

"Hold on just a second!" Spike replied, looking around the room for a possible means of escape. Alas, no windows were present in the room. There was a drain... But Spike wasn't that small.

Although it wouldn't hurt to try.

Spike was jolted by a particularly loud bang on the door and attempted to focus on formulating a plan over the heavy blows and insults from the hallway. He suddenly came up with a brilliant escape to his current predicament as he stared at the toilet paper rack on the other side of the room. He scrambled over to pull a few sheets of the thin, white paper from the roll and then grabbed an eyeliner pen from Twilight's nearby makeup bag.

PRINCESS

PLEASE HELP! GIRLS FOUND OUT AND ARE VERY MAD! COME TO PONYVILLE ASAP! PLEASE!

He hastily scribbled the note before breathing a gust of green flame and making it disperse into fine, sparkling dust. As the dust danced into the air and dispersed, Spike was left to wait and pray that the girls wouldn’t break the door down. While they were all six months pregnant they still had the capability to eventually kick the door in and skin Spike alive. If Tartarus hath no fury like a women scorned, Spike wouldn't stand a chance against six.

It was at this point Spike damned and cursed Celestia for not warning him of what would happen after Spike impregnated his friends. The impregnation had gone on without a hitch and it seemed the girls didn't even care. Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rarity even liked it, saying they appreciated the warm, motherly glow their growing belly bumps provided them with. However, as their pregnancy progressed small changes began to occur in them.

At first, it was a sudden decline in sexual activity. Before their libidos were through the roof and it seemed they couldn't go a day without sex, but after the sperm met the egg they became uninterested in anything sex related, as did all the women in town. Spike chalked it up to the hormones, but he became worried once their bodies began to shrink back into their natural forms along with them recollecting a majority of their brain cells. Pretty soon they were almost back to their normal selves and Spike was scared out of his mind.

Pretty soon they became fully aware that they were pregnant and regained their memories from their bimbotic states. As Spike was considering leaving Ponyville and traveling the lands as a vagabond, forever shunned from his old life and in fear of persecution and/or death, the girls had all caught him at once.

As they beamed furiously at him, their bellies swollen with his children, Spike had no option but to run as fast as his feet could carry him. Luckily they couldn’t catch up to him in their weakened state and Spike could make it to his current position, hunkered down in a bathroom while the girls attempted to breach the door. Spike squeezed his eyes shut, retreated his knees up to his chest and fell into the fetal position.

As his life flashed before his eyes he felt a deep rumbling travel across the bathroom tile. He sat back up and covered his eyes as a quick, flash of light shot from the outline of the door and died down slowly. The yelling and screaming from behind the door stopped and Spike's ears perked in curiosity at the sudden silence that filled the space.

He crawled towards the door and pushed his ear against it in an attempt to reveal the mystery on the other side. He gasped and shot backward as a short sequence of gentle knocks vibrated through the door.

"Spike? It's okay to come out." A smooth, soothing voice said, coaxing Spike into a feeling of security. He got to his feet and slowly unlocked the door with a loud click, he then twisted the handle slowly and opened the door. He hastily poked his head out of the door to see the faces of six very angry women staring back at him. Luckily he saw someone else as well, the friendly face of Princess Celestia. "It's okay Spike. Don't worry." She said calmly in that familiar motherly tone.

Spike slowly edged himself out the door all while sweating under the penetrating gaze of his seething baby mamas. He almost jumped back into the bathroom as the rowdy Rainbow Dash lunged out at him, wings spread in a show of anger.

"Get out here you fucking pervert so I can fucking kill you!" She threatened, flailing her arms wildly as Princess Celestia wrapped an arm around her waist, making sure not to squeeze too hard on her baby bump.

"Rainbow Dash please!" Celestia scolded, pulling Rainbow Dash back to the ground where she pouted and crossed her arms resentfully. "Now I think it's about time you all got an explanation," Celestia said, addressing the six furious females while Spike hid behind her like a terrified child.

And so Celestia explained why she had Spike impregnate the Elements of Harmony and how it was for the good of Equestria.

They were still fuming.

But they no longer wanted to kill Spike and, over the course of a few months, learned to deal with their destiny. Hell, some of the girls had even accepted Spike as a suitable boyfriend, mainly because they saw it as right for their baby’s father to be close to the child itself.

But still, his life without his best bimbo friends was missing the mind-blowing sex that was paired with it. It seemed so strange that he resisted it for so long and when he finally caved he could only experience it for a short while until it was cut off entirely. Sure he could scrounge some intimate moments with the girls he had gotten closer with, but their much more normal bodies weren't built to take all the inches Spike had to offer.

And as he looked down at Star, he could forget all about that. It just seemed to be worth it. Sure, his relationship with Twilight was still strange and awkward in places, to say the least. She would usually hug him after a long day like any good sister would, but lately, she just seemed quite cold and distance from Spike, except when it came to her child. It seemed they could bond on that.

"I'm gonna head back to bed." Twilight whispered, making sure not to wake Violet Star from her adorable slumber.

"Me too," Spike said, turning his head to see Twilight walking away. "Goodnight."

"Night." She replied. Spike didn't go back to his room straight away, he instead chose to take a rare moment of tranquility to look upon his daughter and simply think.

It didn't matter what.

He just wanted to think.

Spike casually strolled down the Ponyville streets, greeting and waving at the passersby that walked past him. He didn't choose to strut around the town with the same cocky stroll he had adopted during his bimbo-sex craze and instead opted for a normal walk with his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets.

He walked into the town center and towards the familiar bakery, Sugarcube Corner. Twilight had luckily given him no chores to do today so he decided to simply relax and visit his kids. She understood that he was a father now, and not just to her baby but to five others, so she had hired a butler and a few servants instead on relying on Spike for every chore. Sure he still helped her occasionally, but his kids were his number one priority now he was a daddy.

As he walked into the bakery noticed it was as busy as it usually was on a weekend, filled with hungry and happy customers alike. It was nice to see that the bimbo disease had slowly faded away from the remaining females of Ponyville and they were all back to normal. Even if the guys weren't so happy about it.

"Hi there Spike, looking for Pinkie?" Mrs. Cake asked from behind the counter, busily attending to the customers lined up to receive some sweet treats from the bakery. It was also strange to see the Cakes separated from each other, he was so used to seeing the two rubbing up against each other and giggling together all the time.

"Yup. She upstairs?" Spike asked, looking to the back kitchen to notice a lack of the hyperactive babe.

"Yup, looking after little Sweet Pea." Mrs. Cake smiled, pointing to the stairs. Spike nodded and smiled in return as he walked to the upper floor. He sure was glad that his and Pinkie's baby grew up in such a positive environment. After Pinkie helped nanny the Cake twins for years, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were always happy to lend a helping hand whenever Sweet Pea got a little too ornery for Spike or Pinkie to handle. The financial and general backing from the government did also help as well.

Since Princess Celestia was partly responsible for their unexpected and unwanted children, the Princess felt it necessary to provide them with the necessary support to deal with this new and important element in their lives. All the girls got all the money they needed to properly raise their children and extra features like cribs, diaper genies and toys for the little tots. Some of the more busy mommies even excepted service from some of the best nannies in Equestria. Whatever the girls wanted for their children was Celestia's command.

Spike came to the top of the wooden stairs to hear a flurry of high-pitched giggles and gasps come from Pinkie's loft. Spike walked in to see Pinkie Pie lying on the floor with her arms outstretched, Sweet Pea being held high above her and laughing like a maniac.

Spike couldn't help but feel his heart melt into a bubbling mess at the sight.

"Hey, you two." Spike greeted, drawing the attention of both the happy-go-lucky mother and daughter.

"Hiya there Daddy Spikey!" Pinkie beamed at the young man as he walked over to his young girls and sat on the floor. "Say hi to daddy, Sweety. C'mon you little cutey nugget. You chubby little pumpkin, you!" Pinkie snickered before pressing her lips against Sweet Pea's exposed, plump belly and blowing a raspberry on the round baby tummy. As the baby shrieked with joy at the tickling, Spike once again smiled at the sight of his daughter and one of his new girlfriends.

Pinkie was one of the few girls who actually gave Spike a chance to a real romantic relationship after his breach of trust with them, and Spike had to say it was very pleasant. She was her normal bubbly self but more intimate, and Spike was always warmed by her tender hugs and kisses. She was also an excellent mother for their little Sweet Pea, even if Spike had to keep telling Pinkie that chocolate cake was not suitable baby food.

And little Pea was such a wonderful baby. Much less loud and screamy than her siblings and more giggly and fun-loving like her mother. Spike and Pinkie decided to call her Sweet Pea due to her head of light-green hair and how she was much rounder in the abdomen than her brother and sisters.

"Do you need any help with this little cutie?" Spike asked as Pinkie plucked her lips from the adorable baby's stomach and looked at Spike.

"Nah, I think I got this little doughnut locked down for today! We're gonna go to the park, then we're gonna go see Spiced Apple and then we're gonna have your favorite meal." Pinkie squealed, poking the tiny girl on one of her chubby, red cheeks, making her snicker and coo.

"Alright, that sounds great. I'm gonna go visit your brother and sister ya little goof!" Spike smiled, ruffling Pea's full head of frizzy hair "I'll see you soon, OK?" Spike said to Pinkie, leaning in and puckering his lips. Pinkie accepted this offer wholeheartedly and smacked her pink lips against Spike's own, waiting there for a few seconds as they each fell into the kiss. After a while, they separated and Spike pointed at his child. "And I'll see you even sooner, little lady!" He smiled before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Sweet Pea's forehead.

Spike made his way out of Sugarcube corner and eventually out of town to the quiet and serene haven of Fluttershy's cottage. He walked along the bridge and into the cottage proper where he saw Fluttershy sitting on her green couch, holding little Songbird in her arms.

"Oh, hi honey." Fluttershy whispered as Spike walked into the room, keeping her voice as low as possible as to not set off the volatile cocktail of emotions she had bundled in a blanket.

"Ooh, sorry. How are you two?" Spike asked, gracefully drifting over to the couch and praying he didn't wake his tiny child. Spike shifted his head to the side to get a better look at his and Fluttershy's beautiful daughter, Songbird. She was named so for her soft and lovely coos and snickers that she was known for. Well, when she wasn't screaming for her mommy's milk or a fresh diaper.

"She just went to sleep. Ohhhhhh, just look at her." Fluttershy spoke in a low, airy voice, a tight, cute smile forming on her lips as she gazed down at the meek form of her daughter. "I'm fine, though. A little tired and worn out." Fluttershy admitted with a sigh.

"Why? Animals giving you trouble?" Spike asked, sliding a little closer to Fluttershy on the couch.

"Not really... Well the ferrets were very ornery over the otters stealing their fish." Fluttershy explained, turning her head to look at Spike's reassuring face. Fluttershy was one of the three that became romantically intimate with Spike after the angry period in their life. Something about the way she spoke always but Spike at a gentle ease. Even if he was having a bad day, her soothing voice traveling into his ears was enough to make him unwind. "But Songbird's been very good today. Haven't you sweetheart?" Fluttershy rhetorically asked the sleeping infant.

As both parents stared lovingly at their resting child, Spike placed his palm on Fluttershy's shoulder and Fluttershy tilted her head to rest it on the soft skin of his hand and eased her eyes shut. Spike applied a light amount of pressure onto her shoulder and felt a tense knot of muscle underneath her creamy skin.

"You seem kinda tense." Spike pointed out, opening Fluttershy's eyes in realization. "Need a massage?" He asked, beginning to rub her shoulder gently. Spike already knew the answer was yes so he rested a hand on her other shoulder and gently tightened his grasp to match his other hand.

"Mmmmm..." Fluttershy moaned in approval, her slender neck rotating as Spike teased her firm shoulders. "Let me just put this little one to bed." Fluttershy said, standing up and taking Songbird with her upstairs. After a while, she came down the stairs, drifted down the couch and unhooked the straps of her tank top to reveal her naked shoulders.

Spike went to work with her shoulders like an artist with their paints. He gracefully kneaded the taut muscle of her stressed body into a state of malleable relaxation as Fluttershy revealed in the much-needed care.

The massage went on for many minutes, all with Fluttershy groaning softly over Spike's seemingly magical appendages. Eventually, Spike shifted his palms down to the base of her yellow, angelic wings, shifting his thumbs and fingers over the connection of feather and flesh. The sensual pampering released a needy thrill deep in her body.

Fluttershy recognized this feeling of want and lust but she found that her body ached from the hard day's work too much to act on it. Dealing with the animals was fairly easy, but little Songbird had her tuckered out most hours of the day, and she knew behind Spike's confidence he felt the same as well. After all, he had six kids to worry about.

Because of this drain of energy, Fluttershy and Spike found that sex was almost out of the question most of the time. Of course, there were points where they had time to relax, courtesy of Princess Celestia sending down the best nannies in Equestria.

But when they did have time for more intimate moments, Spike always felt slightly unsatisfied after having those few glorious weeks of free and fantastic sex. The normal Fluttershy was a lot more sexually conservative than her bimbo self, and she often shut down some of Spike's more naughty suggestions like not doing it under the covers or having the lights on. However, Fluttershy's pure gorgeousness and cute innocence made up for it, and it made sense that she was very traditional. After all, she only agreed to be Spike's boyfriend since it “felt proper” to her. Also, Fluttershy's dad was willing to kill Spike if he didn't.

"Not today, Spike. Maybe next week..." Fluttershy groaned, finding herself to be very sleepy all of a sudden. Spike sagged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "Are you seeing the other girls today?" She asked as Spike removed his hands from her body and she lifted her straps up.

"Yep." Spike replied simply.

"Yeeeeew... Ah." Fluttershy yawned, her chest pushing itself out and unknowingly taunting the horny Spike by accentuating her breasts. "I think I'm going to take a nap. Tell the other girls I said hello." She smiled, turning to look at Spike's face. She leaned in for a kiss and Spike happily took it, placing his lips on hers and sensually melding them together. Spike pulled away and Fluttershy walked to the stairs.

"Bye, babe." Spike wished.

"Bye, honey." Fluttershy returned, turning and smiling at the man.

Applejack's farm was Spike’s next location of interest. But as he strolled down the dirt path he saw three figures in the middle of an empty field. He walked and leaned on the field's fence to recognize the people as Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo and another one of his daughters, Spectral Bolt. He hopped over the fence and walked over to them, seeing Rainbow Dash on her hands and knees, Scootaloo with a stopwatch and Bolt completing some kind of small racetrack.

"Oh, hey Spike." Scootaloo said, slightly surprised before turning back to the baby that was crawling slowly to the two upturned cups that acted as the finish line.

"’Sup Spike?" Rainbow Dash said, not turning her head or attention away from her lazily shuffling infant.

"What are you doing?" Spike asked, cocking an eyebrow at the confusing scene.

"We're timing Spectral Bolt. Her wings aren't developed yet but we're starting her early." Scootaloo explained while Rainbow Dash squinted her eyes and gave encouraging comments to her infant child.

"Okay... Why?" Spike asked, still not having a total understanding of the surreal situation.

"Now that I can't join the Wonderbolts because of you, I'm training Bolt to do it instead. If I can't, then she definitely will." Rainbow Dash explained, clearly a bit agitated at her child's lack of interest in becoming a future flying ace. Spike was also slightly hurt that Rainbow would land the blame directly on Spike for supposedly ruining her dream. However, he knew it was Dash's usual slightly insensitive style.

"Why can't you be a Wonderbolt?" Spike asked out of curiosity.

"How am I gonna be a Wonderbolt and a mom at the same time? I want Bolt to live in Ponyville but the Wonderbolt Academy is all the way over by Cloudsdale. I'd be going back and forth and back and forth between training and seeing Bolt. And don't even get me started on touring. Not happening! I might be able to stay in the reserves but even then..." Rainbow sighed as Bolt plopped her butt down on the floor instead of crawling forward. "C'mon Bolt! Gah, looks like we'll need the yogurt again." Rainbow huffed, defeated by her drooling and cooing child. As Bolt shoved her fingers in her mouth for no apparent reason, she turned her head to see her daddy squatting nearby. She squealed in delight and stomped her small and chubby hands and feet all the way to Spike. He smiled and picked her up, forming a cradle with his arms and looking down at the babbling, little girl.

Rainbow only huffed in response. She was probably the angriest of all the girls after she found out, effectively attempted to hospitalize Spike for the first few weeks after finding out what had occurred. Luckily the girls had convinced her that this was a dick move and she refrained from breaking every bone in his body.

Didn't mean she would like him, though.

It wasn't until her belly was swollen and almost to bursting point that she even considered rekindling her friendship with the young man. Partly due to the rapid swings of mood altering her emotions, and perhaps partly because she wanted a father in her child's life. She couldn't imagine a life without one of her parents and she most definitely didn't want such a burden on her child's life.

Now they were on good terms with each other, though Spike remained wary.

As Spike gently swayed the small package in his arms, he considered how Rainbow's number one fan Scootaloo felt about all that happened over the last few years. After the regained their full cognitive abilities and old bodies, the Cute Mark Crusaders had outright refused to talk to Spike after he took advantage of them in their bimbofied state. They barely talked to anyone really, not even their older sisters and role models. It was hard watching them be so estranged from their usual cheery and energetic selves and into depressed husks only filled with regret. He had tried to contact them and tell them he was sorry for everything but they shut him out time after time.

Thankfully they were warming up more and more each day now that everything had settled down somewhat and he seemed to be entering a solid and friendly relationship with the girls once again.

Spike’s little cherub smiled and flailed her arms around as he cradled her gently. Spike already knew that this one would take after her mother greatly, they both shared the exact same spark of ambition and determination that her mother had. Spike could tell this kid was destined for greatness.

But unfortunately, he couldn't focus on only one of his adorable children, he had more tiny bundles of joy to see today.

"Sorry I took this one away from you Rainbow, I think you should take her back." Spike chuckled, gently laying Bolt back onto the ground where Rainbow picked her back up and held her in her slender arms.

"Visiting the others? Alright then. We'll just keep you here then, huh little missy?" Rainbow said in an alien sounding baby voice. She held Bolt up by her shoulders and bringing her face close to her own, smiling at her blabbering, chubby baby. Spike only smiled as he pushed his body up from the ground and walked away.

Spike had returned to the beaten path and was on his way to Sweet Apple Acres to see another one of his children - as well as his third girlfriend. Applejack stayed with Spike for the same reasons Fluttershy had, it only felt proper to the girl to enter a relationship, especially for her the family-loving girl. Spike was obviously not one to complain about having another gorgeous girlfriend, especially since Applejack was far less sexually timid than Flutters was.

As Spike got even closer to the fields he noticed a certain farm girl sitting on a wooden fence and cradling a small infant in her arms. But it wasn't Applejack, rather it was her little sister Applebloom caring for the baby, Spiced Apple.

As he approached the two members of the Apple family he noticed a faint sound of high-pitched crying bouncing off the trees and boring its way into Spike's ears. The noise became louder and louder as Spike stepped closer to Applebloom to find the wailing coming from Spice.

"Ah, thank goodness, Spike. AJ asked me ta watch lil' Spice here, but... the darn tyke's been a handful." Applebloom huffed as the small, chubby baby wriggled in her arms like a fish on a hook. The girl extended her arms towards Spike as a sign she could not handle her new nephew. Spike obliged and hooked his arms around Spice, nodding to Applebloom. Much like Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, Applebloom's and Spike's friendship had been strained at best. Along with her big sister, she was one of the angriest at Spike for taking advantage of them in their bimbo state but thankfully had begun to mend their respective fences since Spike was now basically her brother.

"He's an Apple alright. All he needs is his pa." A low, southern drawl said from behind the two. Spike turned his neck to see Applejack leaning her arms over a wooden fence, a sheen of sweat across her brow and smiling at the three.

"Hey. How you doing?" Spike asked, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her freckled cheek. Despite her initial outrage, Applejack had settled well after the entire ordeal. Applejack was a humble woman and either didn't understand every strange happening that occurred around her friends or just didn't care. And while she certainly didn't want to be pregnant at such a young age she understood that it was for national security and she always dreamed of adding another son to the already extensive Apple family.

"Fine, fine. Thanks for looking after Spice, Applebloom." Applejack asked, patting her sister on the back. "You can go now. We'll handle it from here." Applejack informed, cutting her sister loose from her responsibilities. Applebloom only nodded her head and pushed herself off the fence and began to walk to the farmhouse.

"How was your day?" Spike asked, turning around to his girlfriend as he held his drowsy son in his arms.

"Eh, not bad. Found a hornet's nest in the eastern orchard. Big Mac's gonna get rid of it tomorrow, but other than that nothin’ special." Applejack told, hitching her body over the fence and standing next to Spike, leaning on him slightly. "How was your day?" She asked.

"Nice. Got a day off and I've just been visiting the others." Spike answered, looking out to the adjacent cornfield while the sun hung low in the sky.

"It's getting late. Ah'm gon’ need to put dinner on soon. Care to stay?" Applejack asked, looking down at her boyfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"Nah, I can't. I've still got to visit Rarity. Soon, though." Spike sighed, handing Spiced Apple over to his mother.

"Well alright. We'll be missing ya." She chuckled as she supported the now sleeping Spice in her tanned arms. She leaned into Spike with a pair of puckered lips, instigating a kiss. Spike smiled and leaned in to accept the kiss, his lips connected with Applejack's soft ones and tightening into a quaint kiss. As they separated, Applejack turned herself around and sauntered back towards the Apple Family farmhouse.

As Celestia's sun slowly crept from the sky and draining it of its light, Spike was making his way to the last location on his list. The Carousel Boutique.

As Spike rounded a corner and finally had the store in his sights he noticed that the new nursery still had the lights on, despite it being past the child's bedtime. He frowned slightly as he walked into the Boutique, the light jingle of the bell sounding off as he stepped inside.

"Rarity!" Spike called out, seeing no sign of Rarity.

"Yes! Up here Spike!" She responded from the second floor.

Spike sighed as he slowly plodded up the stairs. His relationship with Rarity had been rocky after the girls had regained their old selves. Spike was one of her best friends and despite how much Spike addressed the issue, she just wasn't interested in Spike romantically or sexually. Initially, she outright refused to speak to him until it became apparent that they needed to for the sake of her child's well-being, but despite them speaking again she still made it obvious she hated him. Gone were the days of asking him over to help with a dress or a cup of afternoon tea, hell she didn't even call him Spikey-Wikey™ anymore, she was simply focused on raising their child, with as little input from Spike as possible.

It wasn't until Twilight sat both parties down together to finally sort out the mess that the both of them finally put their differences aside and rekindled their friendship. Spike was extremely happy about this since it allowed them to finally reconcile, not just for the sake of their friendship but the sake of their child's mental well-being.

Spike pushed the door to the babies nursery enough to slip himself into the room to see Rarity and Sweetie Belle lying with their bellies on the floor while Spike's child Charoite plodded her stubby arms on the floor in a crawl. The two grown women were giggling and cooing as the small child was slowly trudging itself across the deep carpet of her nursery. Spike also noticed that Charoite was draped in a slightly too big onesie resembling a pure white lamb, complete with a cushy, wooly texture, floppy ears, and a tail.

"Isn't it time for the sheep to head back to the paddock." Spike joked, walking in and kneeling down on the floor. Chariote turned her large head to see the new voice and giggled as it was revealed to be her father.

"Oh, Spike. There's no harm in a little late evening fun. Isn't that right Chary?" Rarity asked rhetorically to her tiny infant, punctuating her sentence with a boop on Charoite's nose and a silly giggle. Spike was glad that he had finally settled things with Rarity - it warmed his heart to see her simply adorable interactions with little Chary.

"I know but..." Spike began before Chary opened her jaw wide and released a loud yawn as her eyes fluttered, heavy from her prolonged time awake. As the two women provided a loud “awwww” to the adorable imagery, Spike rolled his eyes. "See?"

"Oh, I suppose you’re right." Rarity admired, hooking her thumbs underneath the small, chubby arms of her baby and picking her up before walking towards her ornately decorated crib. Due to Rarity's expert stylings, Charoite was certainly the most good-looking of Spike's children, although he would never admit it around the other mothers. Rarity removed the lamb costume from Chary and placed her in the crib. The baby promptly plopped down on her belly, yawned for good measure, and was out cold in seconds.

"Hmmm. You are just a little cutie, aren't you? And to think I didn't want you." Rarity chuckled, leaning her forearms against the crib and looking down upon her baby. Sweetie joined her, a wide grin spreading across her face at seeing her sleeping niece.

"Can I babysit her the next time you go to Canterlot? Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?" Sweetie begged to which Rarity rolled her eyes.

"I'll think about it. I haven't forgotten the last time. And all those pictures of her on Facescroll?" Rarity joked with a raised eyebrow.

"I still don't think it's wrong to put makeup on a baby." Sweetie huffed in response.

"Y'know I could look after her every now and again. I still don't feel like I see her, or any of them, enough." Spike sighed, joining the two sisters in observing the, now sleeping, baby.

"Oh no. You're a fine father." Rarity pouted, turning to Spike and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. That was good, physical contact was very uncommon between the pair nowadays, Spike couldn't remember the last time the two shared a hug.

"I'm probably gonna head back to the castle. Twilight and Star are probably wondering where I am." Spike said in passing, turning around and walking towards the exit. "Goodnight Sweetie. Goodnight Rarity." He said, waving back to them.

"Hold on Spike. The girls and I were going to have a little day out in Manehattan next Friday to de-stress ourselves. Would you like to come?" Rarity asked.

"Friday? Ahh, I can't. I've got some important business on Friday." Spike sighed. It was a damn shame as well. That little trip sounded like a delight.

"Important business?" Rarity questioned curiously.

"Royal business," Spike revealed.

"C'mon you little dragon bitch! Fuck that royal pussy like you own it!" Celestia hissed through gritted teeth. Spike thrust upwards into her beckoning, slick walls, grabbing Celestia by her thick thighs to allow an even deeper penetration. The solution of Spike and Celestia’s respective cum from their previous twenty-nine sessions provided perfect lube for their feverish fucking.

"Oh my, sister! Such a filthy tongue." Luna chuckled from behind her riding sister, her hands playing with Celestia's gargantuan breasts and flicking her large nipples. Celestia whipped her head to look at the lusty eyes of her sister.

"Taste it, slut." Celestia ordered her younger sibling before grabbing the back of Luna's head, forcing their faces together and sliding her wild tongue into her mouth.

'Royal Business' was a little too formal for what Spike was actually doing on Friday but he couldn't tell Rarity about what he, Celestia and Luna had lovingly dubbed the Twenty-Four-Hour-Royal-Fuck-Marathon that they held every month. The day was mostly for the sisters’ sakes as after their short time with Spike, they were re-introduced to a world of raw and debaucherous sex which they found to be perfect for royal stress relief. Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were strangely fine with the entire ordeal given lack of any real love involved with the affairs. It also helped with de-stressing Spike from the responsibilities of being a father.

As the two sisters made out above him, Spike dug his fingernails into Celestia's thighs as a deep pressure formed in his lower half and he felt his orgasm coming closer. As soon as he felt his edge approach, Celestia pulled her full lips away from her sisters and back towards Spike.

"You're gonna cum? Cum for mommy? Cum inside my cunt and give this throne a new motherfucking heir!" Celestia shouted, pulling out her filthiest dirty talk for the home stretch.

As though her words were the music of a snake charmer's pipe, Celestia coaxed the thick cum from Spike's balls through his shaft and splattering against Celestia's cervix as Spike's body dropped to the bed and his arms flopped under Celestia's weight, driving his cock further into her pussy and connecting their hips, slick with a layer of squirt, spunk, and sweat. The balls-deep penetration and the feeling of Spike's cum spilling in her well-used and sensitive pussy set off another rocking orgasm through her body, making her long, thick legs shudder and her angelic wings spread wide. After their orgasms died into an exhausting afterglow, Celestia fell to her side and flopped onto the bed.

"And that's thirty-three orgasms for you sister... And forty-eight for Spike." Luna smiled, adding another tally mark to the chalkboard kept by the spacious bed. "We just need ten more each and we'll beat last month’s record."

"Phew... Time... Out..." Spike panted, reaching out for a canteen filled with water and bringing it to his mouth.

"Ag-... -reed..." Celestia responded, just as fatigued as her lover. She too grabbed a canteen full of precious lifeblood and drank thirstily from it, washing the pungent but enjoyable taste of semen from her mouth. After a few minutes of heavy panting and Luna keeping herself preoccupied with a vibrator and a string of anal beads, Spike finally regained the energy to prop his body up.

"Wow... Hey slut! Pass me that potion thing." Spike ordered jokingly.

"Go fuck yourself you filthy lizard." Celestia chuckled, responding with language that sounded absolutely alien and out-of-character coming from her mouth. She grabbed the vial of thick purple liquid and threw it to Spike.

"Woah! Racist much?" Spike shot back before taking a swig of the potion in the glass bottle. Spike hadn't even felt the syrup fall into his belly before his cock began to chub up. "Whew! This stuff is a lot more potent that the potion Twilight makes... Well, used to make. Hey Luna, can you bump me up to forty-nine?" Spike asked, motioning a hand towards his quickly stiffening cock.

"Of course." Luna purred, diving towards Spike's crotch and laying a single peck onto the head of Spike's cock. "Mmmm. Tasty as ever, sister." Luna said to her older sibling as she tasted some of her pussy juice still covering Spike's dick.

As Luna began offering Spike her best oral skills, Celestia sat herself up and grabbed a random strapon that was laying on the sheets. Strapping it on, she knelt behind her sister and rubbed the head of the large, latex faux-cock over her sister's asshole before plunging it into her well-used and abused anus.

"So Spike. How're the kids." Celestia asked, drawing her hips backward and then pushing them back in, making her sister moan around Spike's thick shaft.

"Oh. Y'know, great. Love 'em." Spike answered, finding the question to be very awkward considering the current situation.

"Excellent. Keep them hero material." She said, punctuating her sentence with a spank to Luna's pert ass. "And the girls?"

"Uhhh. Fine... I guess?" Spike answered.

"Really?" Celestia asked back with a cocked eyebrow.

"Uhh... Yes?" Spike said cautiously, slightly worried by Celestia's interrogating tone.

"Oh don't be coy Spi-" Luna butted in, raising her lips from Spike's head before Celestia pushed her head back onto his dick.

"Get back on that cock, sister. Nobody wants to hear you speak." Celestia ordered, tapping into Luna's submissive sexual desire and her own love for the dominant side. "But yes Spike. Tell the truth."

"It's... alright, I guess... I just miss that time, y'know? When they were bimbos. That orgy night was..." Spike drifted off, a small smiling spreading across his lips. "That was great. But now I have to come here to get that kind of experience."

"You wish all your friends were slurs again? I have to admit, it would be mighty delicious if they were still like that. Especially Twilight... So, you miss it?" Celestia asked while still pumping into Luna's pussy, making the younger women moan around Spike's cock.

"Well... no. I love them like they are now, they're great... but- oh fuck, Luna, deepthroat that dick -I just miss that... y'know? That raw, animalistic, care-free sex." Spike admitted, wincing with pleasure as another orgasm began to build from Luna's cock throating efforts. From the moans and whines of pleasure that she was producing it was obvious that Luna was also close to the edge as Celestia still rammed into her ass with a large, rubber cock.

"I can understand." Celestia nodded while Spike winced in pleasure as his forty-ninth orgasm of the day began to stir in his large balls. Luna removed her mouth from Spike's cock to let herself breathe and to broadcast her loud moans and mewls to the entire room. She kept a hand around Spike's large shaft, sliding it up and down with a tight twist.

"Oh fuck, I'm close. You want this cum, bitch?" Spike asked the woman currently jerking his huge cock.

"Mmmmfuck yes please daddy!" Luna cried to the much younger man as Celestia pounded her, pushing her forward so her face was slapping against Spike's cock. She grabbed the dick by the base and began to lap and lick at it like a dog at a water bowl.

After her sister began to beat her backside with her hips Luna felt another orgasm wash over her, making her scream out for her sister while Celestia mercilessly continued, drawing out Luna’s orgasm and making her limbs convulse. As Luna continued to worship Spike's cock
, he arched his back and released a few long shots of cum into the air which came back down and coated Luna's hair and upper back.

"And that's forty-nine for Spike and thirty-six for Luna." Celestia giggled, tallying up two new lines for Spike and Luna respectively, all while smiling deviously and forming a small plot for her Dragon-Blooded lover.

"Oh she's a delight. I couldn't think how proud you must be of her." The nanny in charge Violet Star told Spike as they both walked down the hallway towards the child's nursery. "Such a smart baby."

"Just like her mom," Spike remarked, turning towards the hallway which held the bedrooms of Twilight, Star and himself.

"I suppose so... Would you like to tuck her in? Miss Twilight said she was a little too busy to do it." Mrs. Bottle asked, stopping outside the nursery.

"Sure, yeah." Spike agreed, taking his daughter from the arms of the caretaker and stepping into the room. As she gurgled and cooed in Spike's arms, Spike couldn't help but smile. In a perfect world, there wouldn't be any nannies or babysitters and Spike could spend time with all his children and their mothers equally. But reality had other plans. As he placed the infant in her crib he gave her a smile, to which she smiled back.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." The cheery nanny told, scooting off to her adjacent room.

"Yep. Definitely a smart kid. Just like mommy." Spike chuckled, stroking her soft and chubby cheek. "Goodnight sweetie." Spike wished, stretching his back to an upright position and turning around, walking away, switching the lights off and walking away from the door.

"How is she?" The voice of Twilight asked from behind Spike's back.

"She's great. Seems like sh- Woah! Twilight! Wh-wh-why are y-you..." Spike exclaimed in shock at seeing a stark nude Twilight standing in the hallway, a red hue radiating from her face.

"Is th-this what you want, or..." Twilight asked coyly, rocking back and forth on her heels and doing everything in her power to avoid eye contact.

"Wha-what? What do you mean? W-why are you..." Spike asked, covering his eyes from the sight of his naked sister.

"The Princesses told me what you said. A-about the... When we were... Y'know." Twilight giggled awkwardly, trying to break the combination of awkward silence and sexual tension that suddenly filled the hallway.

"U-umm. Really? Th-that's real-" Spike stuttered before Twilight grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away from his eyes.

"Please look at me, Spike." Twilight pleaded, looking directly at Spike now. Spike agreed and looked at her, smiling awkwardly at her sister and desperately trying to not sneak peeks at her breasts. " Is it true? Do you... miss it?" She asked in a soft tone.

"Hhhm... Yes." Spike answered, sounding guilty for talking about Twilight and her friends behind their backs. "I know what I did to you guys was wrong but I... Just really liked it... I'm sorry... But why are you... like this?" Spike asked, gesturing to her exposed body. Her breasts were not as large as they were in her previous state - still above average, and Spike wasn’t one to complain either way. Her stomach was skinny and flat, her waist was slim and seemed to perfectly transition into her narrow hips, a full, purple bush adorned her vagina and her slender, lengthy legs connected her to the floor.

"Oh Spike." Twilight smiled, pulling the teen into a tight hug and resting his head on her bosom. "You are hopeless. You don't think we miss it as well?" Twilight asked with a light chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Spike asked, looking up at her reassuring smile.

"Me and the girls... we liked it too." Twilight admitted.

"What, really?"

"Sure! I mean, being pregnant and giving birth wasn't enjoyable. But the rest was." Twilight told, resting her head on Spike's shoulder. "But... I was so carefree and fun and just... Happy, I guess. Sex isn't something we should restrict ourselves from." Twilight admitted, sighing lightly. "And that's why Celestia gave me this," Twilight said, disconnecting from her hug and holding up a bracelet made of two intertwining lengths of rose gold holding a glowing pink jewel in the middle of it.

"What is it?" Spike asked, looking a the strange piece of jewelry.

"Put it on." Twilight instructed with a coy smile. With the complete trust of the girl, Spike took the bracelet and slipped it over his hand so it rested on his wrist. When it was there Spike noticed that the light began to slowly blink brightly from the center jewel.

"So what does it do?" He asked, twisting his arm to see if any noticeable changes were occurring. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he looked back to the woman who gave it to him to see the effects of the jewelry not happening to him but to her.

"Woah. Feels kinda... Heheh. Funny. Teeheheh." Twilight giggled in a voice resembling her previous bimbo state. Spike's eyes became wide as Twilight's tits, hips, ass, legs, and lips grew back into what they had been when she was a bimbo, all while Twilight continued to giggle and traced her slender hands over her transforming body, hungrily groping and grabbing her own flesh as she became hornier and hornier. As soon as she had fully transformed into her old state she stared down in amazement. "OMG! Look at me, Spike! I'm totally fuckin' hot again."

"Wow, you are... But how?" Spike asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Uhhh. Some stuff to do with the bracelet or something. I dunno, the Princesses did it. But that's not important, come on!" Twilight said in a peppy tone, jumping excitedly and making the supple flesh of her breasts jiggle, much to Spike's enjoyment. Without warning, Twilight grabbed Spike by the hand and began to jog down the hallway. Spike didn't seem to care as his vision was transfixed on her ass wobbling and jiggling up and down as she moved. As soon as they stopped outside a large pair of doors, Twilight turned to Spike.

"We can't use my room so we gotta use this place." Twilight explained.

"Why can't we use your room? Your bed can fit both of us." Spike asked.

"Well then where's everyone else going to fuck?" Twilight asked innocently, despite the question being everything but.

"Everybody else?" Spike asked.

"Heheheh. Silly!" Twilight giggled, opening up the door to reveal a large room covered with beds, pillows, and sheets. Variously sized and shaped dildos, vibrators, and sex toys lay around the room, along with several potions and snacks on a table. The entire set-up reminded Spike of the very first night he had enjoyed the pleasures of the bimbo including the fully nude and re-bimbofied Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders lying over the seating arrangements along with two other much larger figures who did not appear last time.

"Princess Celestia? Princess Luna? What are you doing here?" Spike asked, surprised by the Royal Sister's appearance.

"You didn't think we'd give you that little gift and not want in on it?" Luna asked rhetorically with a smirk hot enough to fry an egg.

"We wouldn't miss this for the world Spike. I mean, all this ass just to yourself? Don't be silly." Celestia commented in a low and sensual tone.

"I want the young ones." Luna whispered to her sister as she eyed up the bushing Cutie Mark Crusaders.

"So this bracelet things turn my friends back into bimbos?" Spike asked, holding his arm up.

"Yes, that is correct." Luna responded, still gazing at the supple curves of the three teenagers

"And I can take it off and they'll go back to normal?" He asked.

"Yes." Celestia responded, staring at the naked Twilight and wondering what she would look like in a schoolgirls outfit.

"And they’re all cool with this?" Spike asked pointing towards all the occupants of the room.

"Yes." The entire room said in unison.

"Any more questions?" Twilight asked, rolling her eyes.

"Just one." Spike said before he unzipped his jeans and pulled his already erect cock and hefty balls out, letting them lazily hang under their own weight as the girls gasped and cooed. Spike placed his hands on his hips as a cocky grin spread across his face.

"Who's first?"

Author's Notes:

Authors Notes: Final Edition

Whoomp! There it is.

That's all folks. Spike's Bimbo Filled Life has officially been completed! Thank everyone of you for reading, discussing and masturbating to my work! I would not have done it without all of your support. I mean it's been tracked by 1,332 people. Imagine 1,332 people in one room all reading this filth. That's amazing!

But yeah sorry for the long delay on the last chapter but I've been finishing up school and couldn't find the time. Also sorry if the ending's a little stupid or lackluster but thinking of a grand finale was kind of hard. But who knows, maybe the'll be a sequel. Maybe there'll be a sequel. Maybe

A big thanks to the editor of this work Electric Blade. And all of your suggestions that I put into the story. This wouldn't be the same without you.

And as for the future... Well who really knows. I might make a sequel to Nothing Like The First Time. I might make a prequel to Nothing Like The First Time. I might make an entirely new story with a different focus than Spike getting laid. Don't count on it though!

Thank You.

Your Faithful Author, Lucien Bubblegum