Light flooded the room as Rarity and Spike entered laughing like children, spinning around in one another’s arms. The ponyquins that littered the floor room played spectator to the two lovers as their lips locked in a passionate embrace, looking like guests at a cocktail party dressed in their finest. With visions of each other flooding their every thought, attention to their surroundings was a detail that no longer seemed important. Spike's feet were not in as much agreement as they stumbled over the display stage used to model the many satiny pinks, silky purples, shimmering blues, and dozens of other dress designs splayed out in all directions around them, each adorned with a sparkling reflection of light from the pattern of gems embedded within. He was sent sprawling backwards, pulling the object of his desires down over top of him. The drake was barely phased as he pressed her further into him, his arms wrapping around her waist all the more. She pushed him down roughly, excitedly, and broke the kiss with a flourish, her large curls bouncing with the quick motion. Both of their cheeks were flushed as they caught their breaths, staring hungrily at each other. The flash of a gray feathered-wing and a blond mane moving away caught Spike’s attention, thanks to the open curtains.

His lip curled up into a mischievous grin. “Rarity, it’s Monday.”

Preparing to descend greedily over her dragon's neck, she was paused by the obvious and strange statement. “Um, yes, it is, Master. Why?

“Well then, shouldn’t you go get the mail?”

It had come out so casually, but implied so much, making Rarity shiver. “At once, Master.”

She started for the door, but was quickly delayed by the drake. “And, Rarity, one more thing.”

Here he was ordering her to walk out into the busy streets of Ponyville in the middle of the day, and there was more still. Her heart raced in anticipation as her body became increasingly excited. What else could he possibly expect her to do?

Spike moved towards the window, making sure to get a nice view. Rarity shuddered as his breath ran against her fur as he whispered into her ear. “I want you to bend over and check to make sure you got it all real carefully.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the growing blush on her face as she realized what he meant and the nervous swishing of her tail against his leg told him the same; he was quite pleased. He released her shoulder and made his way over towards the window for a better view of the show to come. “Oh, and if I don’t see exactly what I want, I’ll be very disappointed, and we wouldn’t want that.”

“O-of course not, Master.”

With her hand on the doorknob, Rarity took a moment to contemplate what she was about to do. In a very skimpy maid dress without any underwear, she was going to walk out into a crowded Ponyville. Then she was going to bend over to get her mail and flash Spike who was watching from the window. The entire concept was ludicrous… and a bit against the whole, "not letting their sexual relationship get out," plan. However, as much as it terrified her, she could feel the moisture soaking her legs at the thrill and excitement. The other night in the empty streets had been so amazingly hot that she could not help but want this. She took a deep breath to steady her hands, still shaking with nervous excitement. Seeking out her normal air of dignity and ladylike mannerisms, she opened the door and stepped outside into the brightly shining day.

It was almost instantaneous, every pony in the streets had their eyes on her the second her hoof hit the walkway. Still, she refused to show even the slightest bit of fear or awkwardness that would cause one to question the normal revere placed upon her, aside from her quickly reddening face and very wet legs, thankfully hidden by the little that she called a skirt. Sensing the stares from all around her, Rarity had to focus her attention completely on the mailbox itself, never letting her eyes stray left or right, fearing her reaction to them looking would give her away. Her heart raced a mile a minute with each slow and graceful step. She wanted to make a mad dash for it, to run and grab the mail before fleeing back to her home before the ponies had a chance to see what their watching was doing to her body.

That would never do, however. Spike wanted a show, and she wanted to give him one. With the thought of his eyes at her back she felt herself growing more confident, and more forward by the time she at last reached the mailbox, her heart still racing as she grabbed the handle. She opened the door and spread her legs apart in a way that was completely unnecessary to getting the mail. Reaching inside, she grabbed a handful of envelopes, letting one letter slip and fall onto the ground. Rarity bent over far more than she had to to get it, knowing full well from the back that her flank would be spread wide open revealing everything to anyone who might catch a glance. Of course, the window was the only angle that would allow for such viewing pleasure, and Spike had the only seat in the house. That did not change the rush she received from her public display however, only proving to push her further into need. Anypony from the front would at least be able to get a decent view of her cleavage at this angle, and she caught a few stallions attempting to hide the fact they were staring. Suddenly, pleasure coursed through her body making her legs weak as the unmistakable vibrations radiated from her flank.

Spike had a feeling his smile could not be any more smug as he played with the controler set to high in his hand. He could see everything; her entire body seemed to shake for a moment as she soaked the fur on her legs even further. Ponyville had no idea what was happening in front of them, but he certainly did. The feeling of control was amazing, but the fact she was most likely biting her lip to stop a moan from escaping into the streets was even better. Watching her try to walk back to the door was priceless, and so very arousing, each step seemed to take everything in her as her legs appeared to refuse to work right. She was doing admirably in his admittedly insane task, and he was not heartless.

The thought of adding a railing to her walkway seemed very appealing to Rarity as she struggled to make her way to the door; never had the distance to her mailbox seemed so long. Each step brought a new wave of euphoria through her body, making her legs quake and her hips writhe. It was mind-numbing, and she was worried that she might bite down so hard to stifle herself that she would draw blood. She could feel the eyes on her, admiring and undoubtedly wondering about the scandalous outfit and the loss of her usual grace in her awkward steps. It occurred to her that some of the mares might have been fully aware of the situation, having taken part in similar experiences with adult toys. The thought that her secret might be known by some of the spectators only fueled her lust. When the door opened to Spike, wearing the most innocent smile on his face, she almost threw herself into his arms in relief; however, her current predicament would not allow such quick movement. She managed the last few steps into the boutique, both thankful and disappointed to be through the thrilling and embarrassing challenge her drake set for her.

Using his finger to lift her chin, Spike looked at the flushed and embarrassed face of his love. “So cute.” He kissed her lips, playfully nibbling the bottom one as he broke away. The whole thing had been a sudden flash of brilliance, but it was also pretty stupid to the whole, ‘keeping how far their relationship had gone from Twilight,’ plan… Looking at her now though, totally worth it.

“So what now, Master?” she asked with baited breath.

The dragon locked the front door, “Wouldn’t want Twilight walking in on us… think we’ve had enough of that for one weekend,” and led her back to the stage. “Now, how about you do a little modeling for me? You’ve always been far too stunning and beautiful to be on the sidelines watching those other models strutting down this stage in your masterpieces.”

Rarity could not help but kiss the drake for his kind words before using her magic to draw the curtains. She put her mouth next to his ear and in her most seductive voice whispered, “For you, Master, I would love to.”

Spike lowered the setting, noticing the apparent relief of the seamstress, as she sashayed her hip on the way to the back of the stage. Once she had disappeared the lights dimmed and a beautiful and intricate series of lights came on creating a unique ambiance and a focal point on the stage. His jaw dropped as the most beautiful mare in the universe strutted out in that sexy little outfit. Her white fur seemed to be accentuated by the lights, and those long legs were so wonderfully enthralling him with each step. After years of forcing his eyes away, it felt almost ... wrong to let his eyes be drawn to those gorgeous breasts, entranced by their every bounce up and down with every exaggerated sway of her hips. But now here she was inviting his stares, and as a gentledrake it would be terribly rude not to oblige an invitation from a lady.

This was certainly not Rarity’s first time on the stage, but the fact it was a very private show just for Spike filled her heart with the same giddy feeling as her first time. Normally, she would be focusing on displaying the best attributes of the outfit she was wearing; however, each movement was instead used to model her body, from the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts. The attention was no longer on what she wore, but on her and she was reveling in the diea, seductively tantalizing her one-dragon audience. It was rather obvious where his eyes were, typical male, but she enjoyed the fawning. Teasing was probably the most sensual part of their newly-created sex lives for her, and she loved being both the teaser and the one being teased. It made her hot under the collar and wet under the skirt in a way she just could not explain. As she reached the end of the stage, she sought to utilize her favorite form of getting the two of them excited. With a flourish of her magic a duster flew into her hand, and she bent over pretending to dust an imaginary vase, giving the drake a full view of her dripping marehood, flank, and tailhole.

Spike was about to give a loud whistle to escalate the situation even further when a strange and yet terrifyingly familiar electrical current sizzled near him, tingling his spines. He shielded his eyes as a flash of light filled the room and one Twilight Sparkle walked out. Swallowing hard, Spike turned around to find Twilight’s eyes pointed directly at Rarity’s exposed rear. “Well, so much for that plan.”

There was a moment of complete silence, the calm before the storm, and Twilight was the first to break it, “I’m even better at this than I thought; nice ass, Rarity.”

A comedic image of him and Rarity dropping face-first onto the floor popped into Spike’s head. With a good shake he cleared his thoughts and attempted to pick up the pieces of his mind Twilight had just blown. When that did not work he fell back on what usually worked: sarcasm and questions. “I’ll say, but... you know- what?!”

“Like this is the first time you’ve caught me staring at a mare.”

Rarity finally came back to reality, where she promptly stood back up and covered herself.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you staring at Rarity.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re too busy staring to notice my staring is it?” Twilight put her hand on her chin. “Come to think of it, you never noticed when I was checking you out either.”

It was at this point Rarity did the one thing any reasonable lady would in this situation: flip out. “Why are you so relaxed about this!? And what do you mean you were checking me and Spike out!? And what was wrong with using the door like a normal pony!?”

Twilight’s face contorted into a rather smug and amused look, her eyebrow arched just a bit. “Because why would I take a train when I can teleport? And, more on your question, this is a business, people come in and out all the time. It’s not like I appeared in your bedroom or bathroom. As for the other two, Spike’s an adult… ish, dragon now,” she took a moment to eye him up, licking her lips, “and can make his own decisions, and can you blame me? You two are very, stimulating, especially with that maid outfit on.”

With her hand against her forehead, Rarity attempted to figure everything out. “So… we’re good then?”

“Depends,” in a feat of impressive agility for the purple egghead, she jumped up onto the stage and threw her arms around Rarity before planting a breathtaking kiss on the other mare’s lips, “do I get to play with you and Master?”

All these surprises were sure to be bad for Rarity’s heart. She had never kissed a mare before, let alone one of her best marefriends in the world, but Twilight was making it hard to argue. She could taste sweet, juicy grapes on the other mare’s lips, and Twilight was using her tongue to brush against Rarity’s teeth and upper lip. Everything about Twilight was softer than Spike, but still pleasurable, just in a different way. Her entire face was flushed, Twilight was being very… convincing. “I-I think we could… do that, if Master is okay with it.”

Twilight shot the drake a look so suggestive and sexy that, had the two beautiful mares kissing and the little show before not gotten him hard, he surely would be now. “So, Master, is having two mares at your service okay with you, or is it too much?”

He took the bait hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, you’re going to find just how well I can handle it.” In his mind though he was going through what had just happened. Twilight, had flashed in and caught them, and not only did she not care, but she decided to join in. More surprisingly, Rarity had agreed without much coercion. Nothing made sense anymore… How long had he been standing there quietly? Awkward.

“Rarity, strip our new maid, a sweater vest and skirt are not the appropriate attire.” Okay, that bought him some time. Twilight, his oldest friend in the universe, wanted to sleep with him and his marefriend, quite a bit to comprehend. She was certainly a beautiful mare, in a different but still very appealing style than Rarity- and wearing a very frilly pink bra, noticeable thanks to the absence of the freshly removed sweater vest. Of course now her skirt was being pulled down those luscious legs; the luscious legs that belonged to someone he practically took care of on a daily basis. This-This was definitely going to be a relationship changer, especially with how small those matching panties were. If he did this, nothing would be the same, but if he did not it still would not be the same. Sex complicated things, lesson learned. Throwing something like this into Twilight and his already close friendship could very likely create some romantic feelings, and then there were magenta nipples on a very cute medium size set of breasts. If Rarity was okay with all of this, maybe it was worth a shot.

Placing a kiss on her friend’s naval, Rarity moved towards Twilight’s last piece of clothing. As her hands found their way into the sides of the elastic band, she wondered what had possessed her to share her newly acquired drakefriend with both his and her best friend. This gave a whole new meaning to Element of Generosity. The entire thing felt strange, but right, and none of it made sense. A beautiful pair of glistening lilac lips appeared as the undergarment fell around Twilight’s ankles, where she quickly stepped out of them. Not exactly the greatest aid to Rarity’s concentration as she felt her own set moisten. As she stood back up, the black and white cloth of her own outfit was removed from her body by soft purple hands, leaving her bare in front of her love and their friend. So complicated.

Normally, Twilight saw the bodies of goddesses, full and seemingly perfect, but Rarity’s was still breathtaking, even making her a little jealous. Those gorgeous breasts and beautiful teal nipples called to her for fondling, kissing and suckling, and that is just what she did. As her lips met the voluptuous and soft white fur, an obvious shiver ran down the other mare’s spine. Spike might have had a few draconic advantages, but when it came to a mare’s body, Twilight had the experience. She nipped playfully at the now-hard teat and pinched the other one as a loud gasp escaped Rarity’s mouth from the rough treatment. Twilight loved the nice muscular feel of a male, but the wonderful soft flesh of her own gender was just as fantastic. “Care to join us, Master?”

After a few seconds, which both the mares shared a small giggle over, Spike seemed to hear the question. “You bet!” His unintended eagerness made him want to smack his face with his hand, smooth.

Twilight enjoyed a small moment of reminiscing of their younger years; it was always nice to see that some part of his childish side had preserved through him growing up. Looking around, she decided a change of location was first necessary and lit up her horn. They appeared in Rarity’s room, with a flash of light. Rarity was a little disoriented, making it easy for Twilight to gently push her onto the bed.

Spike on the other hand was used to Twilight’s bouts of random teleportation and quickly overcame the sudden sense of vertigo. In front of him, Twilight had Rarity on her back on the giant bed. She seemed to be waiting for something, and he had a pretty good idea. “Twilight, show Rarity just how much you learned in those special lessons with the princesses.”

Perfect. “Of course, Master.” Bringing her nose down to Rarity’s marehood, Twilight took an experimental lick. It was not as sweet as Celestia’s or as rich as Luna’s, but she still found herself wanting more of the salty and somewhat tangy liquid. So far she had treated this as normal, but she had to admit it was a little weird pleasuring one of her best friends in the world. Of course, it had been a lot stranger her first time, considering it involved her teacher, one of the Princesses of Equestria, and Luna, Celestia’s sister and the other ruler of their country. Plus, whether he knew it or not, Spike needed this, and Twilight was more than happy and willing to help. Celestia and Zecora had given her some very… interesting information about dragons, particularly the male kind.

It was like some kind of weird dream Rarity found herself in. She never really got the chance to get reoriented before being tossed down and having- “Oh!” What Twilight lacked in long, dexterous, dragon tongue, she made up with how wide, rough, and experienced she was. It. Was. Amazing! It only managed to turn her on more that the love of her life was watching as she was treated to the other mare’s oral ability.

One word stood out in Spike’s mind: wow. And as much as he enjoyed the show, he was ready to take part himself. Thankfully, Twilight had bent over pretty far to delve into Rarity, giving Spike the perfect opening to sneak up quietly behind her and snake his tongue inside. The moan that filled the air was full of happy surprise.

“Y-You sly dragon. Picked up a few things from Rarity, huh, Master?”

“I think he’s just a natural. I didn’t really have to give him any instructions, but with a tongue like that, it’s easy to understand why.”

A few retorts came to mind, but his tongue was currently busy sliding around inside of the new and strangely grapey marehood. If he had to guess, Twilight had enjoyed the luxuries of royalty a little too much; she always did seem to eat a vineyard full of grapes every time they visited the castle. He did not get very deep before something surprising blocked his passage. In a heartbeat, his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “You’re a virgin! How is that possible?!”

“Are you questioning my purity?” Twilight responded, coming up from the other mare’s legs. “I’m hurt.”

Both Spike and Rarity, craning her neck a bit, gave Twilight a look that screamed, 'Really, Twilight, really?'

She threw her hands up in the air. “Okay fine! Celestia and Luna decided that I should have a male I love pop my cherry, happy now? Personally, I think they just liked shoving it up my flank. However, they said it would be more special to feel a real male my first time, since I’m not strictly into mares. Although, they had no problem showing me that body manipulation spell so I could do the two of them. Do you have any idea how aggravating that is?! Every. Single. Time.”

A flashback of Ponyville in ruins because of a giant mob of ponies fighting over a doll flashed through Spike’s mind as Twilight started to lose control. He needed a distraction quick, and Twilight had offered him the perfect one, something he himself was quite curious about. “So… do you love me? In a romantic way, not platonic?”

It worked perfectly, stopping Twilight from what would have inevitably been a very long tirade. “Platonic, nice to see that word of the day calendar I got you for your birthday last year is working.”

“Yeah, so much better than a book. Now, stop avoiding the question, that’s an order.”

“Letting the maid thing go to your head-”

Rarity was on the edge of her seat, so to speak. “Come on already, Twilight!”

“Ugh, fine! Yes, I have romantic feelings for Spike. Happy? I mean, he’s only my oldest friend, believes in me when even I don’t, and he practically takes care of me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “How could I not be?”

The heat seemed to rise through Spike’s body, straight into his face. Sure, Twilight and him were closer than most families, spent cold nights in front of the fireplace talking about their dreams and ambitions, and- Wow, how had he not connected the dots before? Thinking about it like this, he had to admit he had harbored feelings for the purple unicorn, but that they had been overshadowed by how he felt about Rarity. Here he thought love was complicated before. “Twilight-”

“Look, this is more complicated than you two think, and I’d love to lecture you on why, and fully intend to, but at the moment, I’m a little too busy lusting for the two of you. Therefore, I suggest we do this, and then talk about… this. All in favor?”

“Well,” Rarity considered the request momentarily, “it would help clear my mind, Darling.”

“Fine, if I have to sleep with both of you to get answer, I’ll make that sacrifice.” The sarcasm in Spike’s voice was not missed by either mare, but they decided it was for the best to let it be. He walked up behind Twilight and started nibbling her ear playfully.

Twilight could not help but think how much she was going to enjoy this, the new experiences to write to the princess about and probably a few other things, especially. Speaking of her teacher, “So, how about I show you some of the special tricks Celestia and Luna have taught me during our private sessions?” She didn’t wait for a reply before activating her magic, were they ever going to be surprised. Spike could not see it from where he stood, but it was practically staring Rarity in the face: a dragon-shaped lilac manifestation of magic attached to Twilight’s hips, right above her marehood, complete with two ends.

“So, what do you think, Rarity?”

They were not quite as large as Spike’s, but seeing them between Twilight’s legs was a little offsetting. Still, she wondered just how well they would compare to the real thing. “Impressive, a construct of that… accuracy, must have been hard to master.”

“Oh, it was, but Celestia taught me how to take it a step further. I can feel everything, as if they were actually part of my body.” Twilight licked her lips as she stared at the mare laid out before her. “And what about you, Master? Do you like your maid’s new trick? It will allow me to fuck Rarity while you take me from behind.”

Spike finally looked down, noticing the strange arcane appendages. They were more or less a strap-on, with some serious extra features. Plus, he was bigger, and that just made him feel even better about the situation. “Sounds like you knew exactly how to make it so everyone could enjoy this to the max. I have to admit, the accuracy in the shape is both impressive and weird.”

“After the whole, 'Fire Ruby Incident', I learned as much as I could about dragon biology, psychology, and really anything else. You’re a very interesting species, Spike. More on that later, isn’t there something you would like to me to do now, or something you would like to do to me?”

“Right. Why don’t you get lined up with Rarity, while I position myself,” he slid two fingers sensually down her back, “back here.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his touch, and she was more than happy to oblige. Grabbing Rarity’s legs, she pulled her to the edge of the bed, an easy task thanks to the sheets sliding with her.

Rarity squealed a bit as she found her body moving. She took a good, long look at what Twilight was lining up to enter her body. There was something unnatural about the glowing additions to the other mare; they seemed to be crackling with arcane energy. She gulped. “Um, I’m not so sure about this on second thought, dear. Are you sure they’re…uh, safe?”

Waving her hand in the air as if to shoo away any of Rarity’s doubt, Twilight responded, “It’s perfectly safe, Rarity. Celestia, Luna, and I have used these kinds of solid-state magic constructs plenty of times. Trust me, you’ll be fine. Anyways,” using two fingers, Twilight swabbed Rarity’s marehood, “you look more than ready to me.”

Spike was standing behind Twilight with his head overlooking her shoulder, giving him and Rarity a perfect view of one another’s eyes. It was all right there, fear and need in those gorgeous pools of teal, and it worried him to see any distress in them. “Rarity, if you’re not comfortable with this I’m sure Twilight can-”

“No,” it was not so intimidating, compared to Spike’s, “no, if Twilight’s sure that it’s not dangerous,” she received a simple nod from her best friend, “then I’ll give it a chance.” She certainly did not wish to be the one to ruin their fun, after all.

Giving Rarity a kiss on her leg right before her hoof, Twilight made sure to keep the other unicorn aroused. “We’ll start with just the tip, so you can get a feel for it. If you don’t like it, I can just teleport a strap-on from under my bed to here, but this is way better.” She gave a little wink, making Rarity blush, to her amusement.

Nodding her head weakly, Rarity waited for the sensation of penetration. Ever so slowly she felt her marehood and tailhole part for Twilight. With a little push from Twilight and a gasp on her part, the heads were in. The feeling was considerably different but not completely unlike Spike’s because of the shape. She still felt a certain fullness, but instead of the normal warmth there was a tingling sensation. If she had to speculate, if was from the arcane energy arching inside of her. It did not hurt nor did it feel like being shocked; in fact, it was hard to describe… The only word that came to mind was power. Yes, that was it, she could literally feel the power coming off of the complicated spell now lodged inside of her. So far, she enjoyed Spike better, but this was certainly an excellent substitute for the real thing.

Each arch caused her body to shake with pleasure. Twilight had been right, this was heavenly. “I-I think this will do just marvelously.”

It took a great amount of effort to suppress the 'I told you so' that sat on the tip of Twilight's tongue. She settled for rolling her eyes before turning back to look impatiently at the dragon at her posterior. “Alright, Spike, looks like it’s your turn. I think I’ve waited long enough.”

Pressing himself against his oldest friend, he slid inside until he met the expected resistance. “I’m pretty sure there was supposed to be a 'Master' in there.”

“Sorry, Ma-a-a-aster!” He thrust straight though in one movement, hilting about half of himself inside her and forcing her further into Rarity. Twilight bit her lip; it had hurt momentarily but had quickly passed thanks to the pleasure coming from her tailhole and entering Rarity in the same way. Thankfully, she was used to having things up her rear, courtesy of Celestia and Luna. She looked down at Rarity and wondered if her face was as flushed and adorable, probably. While she appreciated the pause so her body could adjust to the new intruders, he was taking a little too long. “Master, you can start now.”

Rarity’s body tensed up in excitement as the magical replicas were pushed further into her. It was so weird knowing that it was Twilight inside of her and not Spike, and he was watching over her friend’s shoulder. Being used like this by Twilight and seen by both of her loves caused her body to heat up though. This may not have been the worst thing she agreed to; in fact, it was turning into one of the best.

“Alright, if that’s how you feel.” Spike pulled out and pushed back in, getting his rhythm as he dove deeper. The feeling on both ends was incredibly different from Rarity, yet fundamentally similar. It was still wet, tight, warm, and so on, but the shape, the tightness, and how she reacted inside were different. It was kind of cool, and for some reason it seemed to ignite a flame of passion inside him as he achieved another sexual conquest. Conquest? He grunted as he pushed himself further with the next thrust, almost hilting. It was more than that, he loved them, but there was a sense of ownership that sat at the edge of his mind.

Twilight’s voice broke him out of his momentary trance, “Master, you okay? You slowed down there.”

“Yeah, fine. Just… trying to see how changing up the pace feels.” He hated lying, but this was not exactly the best time to get all soul search-y on the two mares he loved.

“Oh, well, I like experimenting. If I had to des-” Spike came back in hard, just how she liked it as her voice rose an octave, “-cribe it, it adds a bit of surprise and suspense while also changing the feeling. D-Definitely a keeper.”

So far, Twilight had to try and time moving out of Rarity in such a way that when Spike went to press into her that she was as far out of Rarity as he was of her. It had taken a few attempts to perfect the timing, but she was feeling rather confident now. In between moans she found the time to admire the science of their three-way. Each thrust from Spike forced her into Rarity effectively transferring the power though her and into the other unicorn. Essentially, Spike was plowing into both of them through the equal and opposite reaction when his body met hers. They were loving every collision, thank you science. Of course, the fact she could feel every motion Spike made deep in her body and every entrance she made into Rarity was not helping her resistance. She quickly found herself approaching her release.

Drool was trickling down Rarity’s chin as she felt the strange charge of arcane magic pierce the depths of her body. Although Twilight was the one on top of her, she could feel Spike’s rhythm with each thrust. With every movement a ripple of bliss flowed through her sending moan after moan racing past her lips. Her arms reached up subconsciously seeking the impossibly warm scales but instead found the soft fur of her best friend’s bare back. She squeezed all the same and pulled, forcing Twilight down into a passionate kiss. Her tongue was assaulted by the taste of the scholar’s saliva; it reminded her of wine, a strong grape flavor. It lacked the smokiness Spike’s had, but, as her tongue was pinned to the side of her mouth, she found it hard to mind.

Twilight moaned into her mouth, sending an extra vibration though her body, before pulling away to finish out loud. The disorganized mess that was once Twilight’s mane and the sweat-covered, matted-down fur of her coat normally would have caused Rarity to have a conniption, but, as Celestia’s favorite student rocked back and forth inside her body, her friend's state could only be seen as incredibly alluring. Using her impressive knowledge of a mare’s body, Twilight recuperated from her blissful outburst by latching onto Rarity’s breasts, one with her lip and the other with her hand. A shiver shot out from the contact as she felt the flat, moist teeth bite down on her nipple and suckle on it, in what she could only describe as trying to be milked. At the same time, a pair of furry fingers pinched and twisted at her other hard teat. The multiple simultaneous stimulations on her body’s sweet spots were quickly building up. Her marehood was becoming hotter and wetter with every stroke, until it was seeping down her thighs, and staining the custom-tailored silk sheet. She shot a needy look at her draconian lover behind the other mare, making it clear that her release was quickly coming.

Finding himself with two mares seconds away from their orgasms, Spike searched for some way to amplify the experience. The mare of his dreams and his oldest friend deserved no less as far as he was concerned. It was hard to concentrate with the velvety texture of Twilight’s body attempting to milk him for everything he had. His mind was clouded in pleasure. Excited growls were escaping from his throat. He quickly sought out an idea, a key to push them over the edge. Then he felt the brush of Rarity's tail sliding against his leg in all of its wonderful softness. It gave him the perfect answer as a mischievous grin overtook him.

An almost evil chuckle escaped him. A sudden increase of speed left Twilight trying to match a new pace. He fought for control against a familiar tightening in his groin. Snatching the two ponies’ tails, he pulled back on them roughly, bottoming out in Twilight's flank. The effects were immediate as his seed rushed forward into Twilight’s quickly tightening walls and coated her insides. The feeling of release, of emptying himself inside her, flooded through him right down to a tingling in his feet.

Twilight’s teeth clenched down as her head snapped back thanks to the combined force of pain from having her tail pulled, warm draconian cum flooding her womb, marehood, and anus entirely before spilling out slightly as the extra was redirected, and the immense, mind-tingling, hoof-arching pleasure that was multiplied exponentially by the other sensations into one of the strongest and wettest orgasms she had ever experienced.

Attempting to stifle her screams, Rarity shoved her face into the mattress, but it only managed to muffle the elated shout. A number of unexpected stimulations assaulted her body as she felt the rush of her orgasm rack her body. The first was the slightly painful, but not entirely unpleasant yank of her expertly-styled tail. Of course, if Spike had been too harsh and ripped out any of the locks that would be the end of that, forever, or as long as she could go without wanting it. The amount of time she had to focus on her tail’s appearance was minimal though as something very familiar, hot, and sticky poured into her body and something not so familiar, much more liquid-like, and similar to her own juices came with it from the magical construct. Somehow Rarity’s lust-addled mind managed to realize that whatever spell Twilight had used also teleported Spike’s extra seed and Twilight’s own cum through it before gushing it out and into her, effectively mixing all three of their secretions inside her.

Using his impressive energy reserves, Spike managed to pull out of Twilight. He took a moment to enjoy the view of Twilight’s backside before throwing his arm around her and collapsing down next to Rarity, dragging her with him. “That was fun.”

“Understatement of the year, Master.” Rarity sat up ever so slightly and kissed the drake with the same kind of passion the fashionista was known for putting in her designs and life.

Twilight rubbed her stomach and hummed happily. “I’ve never felt so full. Is it always like this, Rarity?”

“Well, I don’t know about other males, but Spike seems to have that certain charm.”

He gave both mares a good squeeze against him. “Yeah. I’m awesome.”

Twilight and Rarity rolled their eyes but wore amused smiles; the drake’s antics usually had that effect on them. They laid there for a minute enjoying the peace after the sex and the heated bed that was Spike’s chest.

Before too long, Twilight started stirring, rolling over on top of Spike and Rarity. “So, round two?”

Spike looked up at her, pouting. “But I’m tired!”

“Come on, Spike!” Twilight stuck her chest out hoping to entice the dragon.

Running a finger down his scaly chest, Rarity purred seductively into his ear, her warm breath working its magic, “I haven’t had my turn yet, Master, and I was hoping to share you and your unique equipment between Twilight and myself.”

To further emphasize her point, her finger finished its trail and grasped the first of his virility in her soft hand, making him gasp. Twilight followed her example and took hold of the other one, beginning to stroke along with Rarity until the drake was once against at full mast.

The dragon huffed as small plumes of smoke rose from his nose. “Well, I think you’ve talked me into it.”

He took a firmer hold on both mares and flipped over once again so that he was on top of them and they were left facing each other. Somehow in all the movement they had managed to hold on to the drake, just a tad too roughly. “Mind loosening up your grip; I kind of need those if you two want to do this.”

Rarity’s hand moved away quickly as a blush and an apologetic sorry was mouthed to him, and Twilight gave a meek smile as she removed her hand slowly.

“Now that I don’t have to worry about any bruising,” he grinned like a fox at them, “I suggest you hold on to each other. It’s going to be a wild ride.”

A retort about Spike’s cliché failed to escape Rarity’s mouth in time as the drake pushed into her marehood hard. In one thrust he had almost completely pressed himself against her and Twilight; a feat made possible due to the sticky and very liquid-like quality of the mare and dragon cum that filled her insides. For once in her life she was being a dirty girl and she liked it! Taking Spike’s advice she threw her arms around Twilight’s neck and kissed her new lover passionately. Their tongues wrestled for control, but Rarity was no match for Twilight’s far more experienced tongue, so she gave up and let the other mare explore her mouth, getting her own tongue pinned once more against the sides. The feeling of Twilight’s hands on her hips, forcing them closer together, made Rarity coo, sending the vibrations into Twilight’s own mouth.

Every time Spike knocked back into them her body grinded against Twilight’s sweat-soaked fur with her own in some sort of euphoric, erotic dance as the mixtures of liquids inside her were forced out by the draconian virility. A dance that was only amplified by their breasts mashing against one another as her hard nipples rolled and pushed against Twilight's. Her Spikey-Wikey still had a few plans of his own as his clawed hands pressed into the flesh on her flank, molding and pinching it. The pleasure was so intense that it felt like she was having a sensory overload, her mind turning into lustful pudding. If this is what it meant to share Spike with another mare, they would have to do this more often.

The still-rational part of her mind, small as it was at that moment, did worry about losing her beloved drake. A fear that was only made worse by how long and how many factors had to come together for them to even reveal their feelings. Spike had always been faithful, loyal, kind, caring, generous, and so many other fantastic traits, most of which outweighed his occasional rudeness, faux pas in mannerisms, sarcasm, and other faults that she had ironically managed to fall in love with anyway, because it was all those things together that made up her Spike. Even as she toyed with Twilight’s tongue and received a vigorous thrust from the same drake her mind was focused on, she was concerned about how something like this might trigger his species' innate hoarding instincts. She had seen that beast once, been saved by Spike from that beast, and saved Spike from that beast. Ever since she had felt both a happiness-radiating heat in her heart and a deep fear of having that beast return and tear him from her arms forever. Was it so wrong to just want to enjoy this moment without these pesky concerns? Her head flew back from Twilight’s and she moaned ecstatically. Yes, because if she was not then she might as well have been sleeping with any stranger instead of the dragon she had fallen in love with.

Twilight attempted to conjure another construct, but Spike was being so rough on Rarity and her that the amount of focus required was impossible to reach. He was like a wild animal growling slightly as he pushed fast, hard, and relentlessly into them. There had been no slow moment to allow her to mold her magic to her will, but the amount of pleasure she received from the treatment made it impossible for her to care. In a sense, Spike was channeling his baser instincts in to each movement and action. Normal of any creature, but his draconian nature was far more bestial and savage, completely and utterly dominating the mares under him. Without a doubt, Twilight loved it. All the stress of studies, saving the world, being the most powerful unicorn in Equestria, being the perfect protégé to Celestia, and all her other responsibilities she normally thrived on melted away under the drake’s control. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her body that washed away her concerns to distant shores to be dealt with later; truly a strange experience for Equestria’s most extravagant, obsessive-compulsive being.

Of course, this was still Twilight Sparkle, and, no matter how amazing a lay, that big beautiful brain of hers would not simply be quieted. No matter how good it felt to be writhing against Rarity’s voluptuous figure as their tongues mingled and Spike ground into them, there was still one matter on her mind that refused to be silent. The same thing that had brought her to this moment, made her admit her true feelings, and fall into a sexual tryst with her best friend and secret love instead of their original meeting. She moaned happily as Spike managed to press up against her womb, kicking her arousal up even further. Her whole plan for the weekend was just to get Spike and Rarity to admit their feelings- a gasp escaped between locked lips as Rarity grabbed a handful of her flank- but she had never expected things to have progressed so far so suddenly considering how slow the two had always been when it came to their romance.

In a way, things had worked out rather positively. No plan escapes contact with the enemy, but this result was better than her original plan. That single change had led her to this lustful, glorious encounter, and it was accepted so easily thanks to unbelievably lucky timing. Rarity brushed her lower teeth against Twilight’s lips, making the mare’s eyes roll back slightly in bliss. Considering how well this was going and how active Rarity was in it allowed Twilight’s hope for the future to soar. There was no telling how the two would take the news, but, as Rarity toyed with her ass and Spike slammed into their tight, cum-coated walls, she was positive that they would endure when she broke the news, maybe even be excited about it.

Every time he pulled out he made sure to go far enough that his tips were spreading their lower lips before he thrust himself all the way back into those wonderfully tight, sticky, and velvety depths. He could see those beautiful teal and lilac openings puffed up and accepting him so perfectly that it set the fire in his chest ablaze into a brilliant inferno. Having the two mares he loved under his care brought a previously unknown meaning into his life. A happiness where every one of his motions brought them all a vast and powerful bliss that no world made of ice cream would ever be able to give him. That primal feeling of conquest and need was still there, but now it was fused with a sense of love, protectiveness, and completion. It was like the eye of a hurricane, a peace and beauty found in the chaos of their lovemaking.

Quickening his pace, Spike noticed Rarity’s hand digging into Twilight’s rear with those expertly manicured nails; it gave him a wicked idea. He reached over the two unicorn’s legs and pinched the teal and lilac buttons that had come out from hiding. The reaction was immediate, both tensing up as the blood rushed to their faces. Twilight hollered lustfully, and Rarity clamped her teeth down to hold her voice in. He drank in the dirty and aroused looks on their faces while licking his lips, but he knew he could do better, make them even more lewd. Thanks to Rarity and their weekend trying out so many different things, he knew the perfect way to do just that. He took ahold of Rarity’s hand and moved it from Twilight’s flank to her breasts, leaving Rarity slightly confused but her attention quickly shifted to the pillowy orb now in her possession to play with. This left Spike with undeterred access to his targets. Steadying himself with one hand on Twilight’s leg, he brought his other palm down hard on Rarity’s unsuspecting behind; the resounding slapping noise filled the air alongside the eep of the fashionista.

Twilight realized almost immediately what was about to happen, “Wait a minute, Spike, you’re not going to-” Smack!

“Eventually you’re going to remember it’s, ‘Master;’ although, I’m going to keep spanking you either way.”

True to his word he once again landed an open handed blow to the purple rump, turning it a slightly darker shade.

Pouting ever so slightly, Rarity begged Spike, “Master, don’t forget about me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

“Yes you have.” Another strike left a red claw-shaped mark on the soft, white butt.

Getting into the swing of things, Spike would land a hand down across the smaller, firmer flank of Twilight or the big squishy ass of Rarity. Each strike sent the mares into a euphoric tizzy of pain and pleasure as Spike relished in the loud, primal moans and yelps and the drunken, blissed faces of his lovers. Before too long he had surrendered the long thrusts for shorter, faster, harder ones as the three of them approached quickly building orgasms. Every thrust brought their hips together roughly, only adding to the intensity.

Twilight’s tongue lolled out from her mouth, but, somehow, she had managed to find the strength to slur together a single sentence. “I-I-I’m cu-u-u-uming!”

Knowing that he would not be able to hold off any longer once Twilight came, he gave a few more swift thrusts before hilting himself inside.

True to her word, Twilight’s body clenched down on the intruder inside of her trying to milk it for all it was worth as euphoria shot through her body. Her eyes rolled up as her tongue fell from her mouth, panting like a dog. Her sticky fluids squirted all over Spike and her thighs. Before she was even finished, Spike’s seed burst inside her, filling her with the warm, fresh cream as the old was forced out of her, causing her to hit another orgasm instantaneously. Unable to stand the sequential pleasure her body went limp releasing Rarity from its hold as she rode out the bliss.

Just as expected, having Twilight’s vice-like marehood clench down almost painfully as it pulsated around him proved to be too much. Relief washed over him as he felt his body empty into Twilight and Rarity. Being filled triggered Rarity’s own orgasm making her squeeze down around him as she shouted his name to the stars. The extra stimulation felt so amazing that his legs nearly gave out as he ejected load after load of draconian fertility to the mares' hungry wombs.

Purple hands crushed Rarity against their owner’s chest mere seconds before the familiar and divine feeling of Spike pouring an over-abundance of his essence into her. Her mind reeled as her body flew to the peak of bliss. A tremor coursed its way through her, making her shake slightly as Spike’s and her cum started leaking out of her. She was filled to capacity and then some as her mouth fell open and her voice filled the room. Twilight’s grip subsided, and, with an impressive show of willpower, Rarity looked over at the other mare to find the dirtiest, most pleasured face she had ever seen. It caused an extra surge of arousal knowing exactly what the other mare was experiencing, having fallen prey to it herself multiple times over the last few days, and making her a little jealous. Still, enjoying her own fabulous release was enough for the fashionista.

With the last of his stamina drained, Spike clumsily collapsed onto the mares in a tangled mess of limbs and bodies.

“Spike, get your arm out of my side!”

“Whoever's foot is in my tail, please remove it.”

“I’m drowning in boobs here… on second thought, I’m cool with this.”

After a while they managed to get Spike comfortably in between them as they lay against his chest. They stayed like that for a while enjoying the warmth of one another and afterglow of their time together.

Slowly but surely Twilight begin to rouse, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Okay, now that that’s over… for now,” Rarity and Spike just looked at her, “we need to have a little talk.”

Standing shakily to her feet, Rarity had to take care not to lose her footing. Her legs were still wobbling and unstable from the pleasurable strain she just put them through. “I have a feeling this is going to be a rather long talk, so I suggest we adjourn to the kitchen where I can make us some tea and get us some refreshments.”

The two of them walked out of the room leaving Spike on the bed, not realizing the drake had drifted off. After a few minutes the dragon began to stir and reached for the mares only to jump up when he felt nothing. “Hey! Where’d you two go?”

Throwing his clothes on, he rushed downstairs to find the two of them sitting calmly in the kitchen, Rarity in her maid uniform and Twilight in her sweater vest and jeans.

While nibbling on a cookie, Twilight looked up at him curiously. “There you are, Spike. What took so long?”

“I was- You know what, forget about it. So what’s going on here?” He took a seat at the small kitchen table.

“We were waiting for you so I could explain about our, mostly your, future.”

“Okay?” Moments passed in silence as Twilight finished her treat. “And that would be?”

“Oh, right. Sorry, these are really good; where’d you get them Rarity?”

“Sugarcube Corner makes them at request, just ask for tea cookies. They’re made to compliment-” The kettle on the oven whistled, “the taste of the tea.” Removing it, she poured everyone a cup and sat down.

Scratching his chin, Spike looked over them. “This is nice and all talking about tea and cookies, but maybe we could get back to that other thing. What was it? Oh, right, something about my future!”

“You know, Rarity, he picked up the dramatics from you, not sure where he got the sarcasm.”

“Darling, there’s nothing wrong with a little dra-” her breasts hit the table as she panted out the rest thanks to the newly turned-on toy shooting vibrations through her at high, “-matics!”

Twilight being oblivious to the toy gave her a strange look. “Yeah, that wasn’t way over the top or anything.”

Placing the remote on the table, Spike once again forced the attention back to him as Rarity relaxed back into her chair. “There’s a small vibrator inside her. Now,” he turned it off, “can we please talk about this. You know how I get when stuff about who I am comes up, so could you please, please focus?”

“I’m sorry.” She reached over and took his hand soothingly, enjoying the intricacies of smooth scales. "I was just stalling as I tried to come up with where to start. I wasn’t really expecting to go over what I learned about dragon relationships and growth today. Dragons are- no… um, I got it. Do you remember when you let your greed take over and turned into a giant and started hoarding things?”

In the most sarcastic voice he could muster and with a dirty glare he answered, “No. I don't recall that. Something about stealing from all my friends, almost hurting everypony I know, and rampaging through town leaving destruction in my wake? I don't know, Twilight. It's not ringing any bells. Maybe you can refresh my memory. It's not like it was the single-worst moment of my life or anything.”

“Riiiiight. Well, my point is that dragons are prone to extreme emotion. A dragon’s wrath can destroy entire countries, their sloth causes them to sleep for hundreds of years at a time, their pride makes Rainbow Dash’s look like Fluttershy’s level of humility, and their greed… The lesson is that a dragon’s magic is attached heavily to their emotions and alters their bodies and minds accordingly. Of course, this can have positive outcomes too. No one will protect what they love more than a dragon, have stronger determination, work harder for what they believe in, and so on. Spike, your species is one of the most complex and magically attuned in the world; it’s what allows dragons to live for so long. If a unicorn’s strength is in projecting their magic into the world, then a dragon’s is containing their magic inside of them to physically change themselves to fit the world they want. It’s fascinating.” Twilight blushed a little as she realized she was geeking out. "Anyways, following me so far?”

“I believe so, Darling.”

“Dragon magic changes us.”

“Right, but based on your desires. That’s the important part.”

“I’ll bite. Why is that the important part, Twilight?”

“Because, dragons developed ways of combating the negative aspects of their strong emotions. Without realizing it, you’ve undergone a lot of the methods. For instance, Celestia had you trained in swords and fighting for the discipline and meditation techniques to control your anger. The art, cooking, and music were to let you express your feelings instead of holding them in. She made you my assistant so young so you would have work to do and someone who would keep you busy and make you do it. It’s very similar to draconian techniques, but there were two big ones that Celestia could only help a little with.

The first was greed. Dragons hoard instinctually, and it’s part of their society. However, that makes greed extremely volatile, as we’ve experienced, and the only way to counter it is through a true show of generosity. Seeing the fire ruby around Rarity’s neck was the key to calming your greed, because you selflessly gave her something that meant so much to you. This in turn triggered your transformation back to, well, you.”

“So it wasn’t his love for me?” Rarity asked, more than a little dejectedly.

“Actually, in a way, it was. He put your wants over his own in an act of love, and, ever since, he’s been putting a lot of others before himself. Like helping Applejack on the farm and letting Pinkie Pie and Dash practice pranks on him.”

Spike was in deep thought. He was not sure how he felt about Celestia manipulating his life all these years; although, her intentions were obviously good. Earlier this weekend he had told Rarity he loved his childhood, and that was no less true now. Still, he wondered how things may have turned out without Celestia’s guiding hand from the shadows… and it scared him a little, especially with what Twilight had said about dragons that lost themselves to their inner darkness.

“This is kind of really important; why am I just now hearing about it?”

“I must agree with Spike, Darling. Had he fallen victim to… temptation? He might not be here or himself for that matter.”

“I-I don’t know,” she admitted, hugging herself slightly for comfort. “Ever since his greed growth I’ve been going back and forth between Zecora and Celestia trying to learn what I could. Both insisted it would be best for Spike’s development if he didn’t know yet. Apparently, your magic didn’t really kick in until you hit thirteen, and by then you had everything you needed to control it except…”

“Except what?”

“The other thing that Celestia couldn’t prevent, that no one can prevent, your lust. As a dragon your lust is mostly contained until you become sexually active. Think of your lust as a dam made to break. Sure, you masturbated or had dirty thoughts, but it was just a trickle of what’s there. Once you had sex the water started pounding against the dam, causing cracks and breeches that allowed more out.” She looked right into his eyes, pierced his soul. “Have you felt a sudden, primal feeling of ownership when you were with Rarity? Even if it quickly passed.”

He could not keep her gaze, he could not look at Rarity, and all he could do was stare at the floor. Twilight had figured out or known, honestly he did not care, about his hidden fear. He should never have hidden it in the first place. What kind of dragon cannot even tell the mare he loves the truth? His response came out as little more than an ashamed whisper, “Yes.”

Now she would probably hate him, but to his surprise, he felt that warm fur and the nails of an unmistakably professional manicure grip his claw on the table. No matter how hard he tried, his body acted against his will and fell into those shimmering, azure pools she called eyes.

It was a bit frightening, but a lady did enjoy being wanted. Her sense of humor failing to calm the beating in her chest, she decided to speak from its source, “I know you, Spike. Maybe not as well as I’d like to; I learned there’s a lot I don’t know this weekend. But, when it comes to your heart, I know you. That moment, it terrified you, and I could it see it your eyes as you lied to me. You’re afraid, and I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like for you. That monstrous side of you that kidnapped me haunts you. I’ve seen it before when something catches your eye and you immediately push back that want. You show a level of self-control most can’t even imagine, afraid that one slip-up will be the last. But the truth is, you’ve deprived yourself of so much. No matter what happens me, Twilight, and the rest of the girls will be here to help you. You don’t have to be afraid or carry the burden by yourself. Twilight has spent three years learning what she can for you.” Her hand glided over to his cheeks and rested there. “So please, let us in. After all, a lady such as myself does not appreciate being deceived or kept out of the loop,” she finished a little haughty, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m-” her hand moved covering his lips.

“None of that now. As long as you understand, there’s no need.” He nodded his head, prompting her to remove her hand.

“That was sweet, but, if you two don’t mind, I’m not done yet.” Both looked at Twilight sheepishly. “Good. Now, here’s the most important part. A dragon’s lust cannot be sated with one partner. In fact, it usually takes anywhere from six to eight to completely control the lust. It matters heavily on the dragon and their own sexual energy. Some hoards are believed to have over a dozen or more, but it’s mostly contributed to continuous additions than necessity.”

“So, you’re saying Spike will have to find at least four more mares?!” Spike took a big gulp of tea upon hearing this, if only so he wouldn't have to look at Rarity's expression.

“Technically no. Spike could choose a dragoness or any other sentient species, and… there could be males.”

Spike spat his tea out onto the table. “Woah! Nothing against Eifel or any of the other stallions that like stallions, but I don’t swing that way.”

They tried not to, but Rarity and Twilight started cracking up. In between breaths Twilight managed to get her voice out, “I was just… pointing it out. I kind of… figured.”

Spike rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed, and waited for them to stop. Eventually they died down. “Are you two done? This is sort of important.”

Managing to get completely back in control and straightening her sweater vest out a bit sheepishly, Twilight cleared her throat as Rarity levitated a dishrag over to clean the tea up. “Right, sorry. So back to my lecture, dragons are polygamous by nature to control their lust. A dragon’s hoard consists of gems and shiny trinkets, as well as a number of sexual partners. As I said before though, dragons combat negative with positive. In this case, lust is balanced out by love. It’s not enough to just sleep with someone to hold his lust at bay; they have to have a mutual love for each other. If they don’t, it’ll just stall their desires and increase the frequency of how often he has to have someone new. The bad news is that if his lust manages to overflow, he’ll go on a much different and probably more devastating rampage.”

The three gulped. It did not take a genius to understand what she meant after all.

“How does this tie in with the feeling of ownership I had for Rarity?”

“I was getting to that, but I’m glad you’re paying attention. You see, that feral desire of conquest is the warning bell for your lust. The stronger it is, the less time we have to find you a new partner.”

“But it only took a matter of days.” Terror closed in on his heart.

Twilight placed her hand on his shoulder. “Relax, okay? The good news is that each time you gain another member for your hoard it will take longer for your lust to resurface. Essentially, Rarity and I have drained the dam down a bit and it will take some time to fill back up, and each new addition will drain it further. On top of that, tomorrow the three of us need to go visit Zecora. She said that she had a few techniques and some advice that should increase our time frame. If everything goes well, we should have a few weeks to find a suitable addition to your hoard.”

The drake was rubbing his head trying to process all the new information. “There’s still one thing I don’t understand. I’ve loved Rarity for years, but until today I’ve never felt that kind of love for you. Then suddenly, it hits me like a piano from Derpy’s delivery van. How is that possible?”

“Well, the gist of it is that you were so strongly pursuing Rarity that until you two hooked up there was no room for me in your heart. Once you two did it though, you were able to advance your love to a new source: Me. Dragons are complicated. On the upside, ponies were once mostly polygamous themselves until the last century or so. There are still a few herds here and there.”

“And how do you feel about all of this Rarity?”

“I’m a little conflicted honestly. In my dreams my knight and I were always alone, but I did enjoy our little session with Twilight. I love you though, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Plus, if your sex drive is always like this, I don’t think I could handle you by myself… nothing would ever get done. I’d never be able to finish any of my dress orders! And that would simply not do. That and I think I know the perfect four mares for you.”

“You don’t mean?”

Twilight gave Rarity a knowing smile. “I had the same thought.”

“Come on, how would that even work? I mean Shy and Pinkie sure, but Rainbow Dash and Applejack are already-”

“Yes, but they aren’t taking it seriously. Maybe you can be the bridge they need. Is it weird I’m starting to get giddy from the idea of playing matchmaker for the drake I love?”

Twilight shook her head. “Nope, I did it just this weekend in fact.”

He smiled at her in that cute way she had grown to love. “Thanks for that by the way.”

“I think you already thanked me perfectly well upstairs.”

Feigning shock, Rarity gasped at Twilight’s lewd comment. “Twilight! A lady must show more restraint.”

“Two words: Maid Outfit.”

“Oh, I know! But aren't they just the most darling thing you ever saw? I've been looking forward to wearing something like it for ages!”

Spike still was not sure how he felt about this whole plan of theirs. How was he supposed to convince four more mares, at least, that he loved them? How was he supposed to just fall in love with them for that matter? Sun above, it had taken almost dying to get him to admit his first love, years later for it to bloom to fruition, Twilight’s was something that had come from years of being together. Now he was supposed to woo one of his other best friends in the world and fall in love with them at the same time in a matter of weeks? It was official, he was screwed. “Have you two even thought about how we’re going to go about all of this? Do I try for one girl at a time or play the field for maximum exposure? How am I supposed to fall in love and seal the deal in such little time? How do we explain this all to them? There’s so much to consider and so much more that could go wrong.” The table fell silent. “I don’t want to hurt anyone if we fail.”

Flashing him a smile, Rarity held his hand more tightly. “Then we won’t fail.”

“Rarity’s right, Spike, we can do this. You do bring up a number of good points though.” Twilight sighed, but she was a little excited to do some problem solving. “Your heart has a lot of room for love, and I’m hopeful that with Rarity and myself firmly set in it, you’ll have overshadowed feelings for the other mares in your life that just need to be triggered. Just like you did for me.”

“That sounds like a very dangerous gamble.”

“I know, but it’s all we have. As for the rest of the girls, you’re about the only guy Fluttershy can actually talk to about her life and feelings, she tenses up for every other. Then there’s Applejack, and, from what I’ve gathered, the Apple Family covets strength, stamina, and control in their mates. It makes sense that they would seek out someone who can help work and run the farm. You’ve more than proven that since the harvest season started, and you two get along on a personal level. I’d bet A.J. has shared secrets with Dash and you she’s never told anyone else while applebucking.”

A memory of being sworn to secrecy by the farm girl flashed through his mind, on threat of walking funny for a long time. “I guess that’s true.”

“Love and Friendship aren’t opposites. You just have to have the courage and strength to reach out and try to grab them if you want both.”

“Nice to see Celestia’s lessons are sticking.”

Twilight feigned annoyance. “Hey! I’m an amazing student, and I always pay attention.”

“Uh-huh.”

Covering her mouth with her hand, Rarity suppressed a giggle. “Sometimes you two are just too funny.”

Leaning back in the chair, a smug grin overtook his face. “It’s all me.” A tone of seriousness invaded his voice. “But even if that’s true, look at Dash and A.J.; there’s no way to avoid hitting that obstacle with my face, so to speak.”

“I’m counting on it. With any luck, we can score two mares in one go. Finally, we have Pinkie Pie-”

He could still feel her hand on his ass from earlier. “I don’t think we have to worry about Pinkie. She showed plenty of interest when I saw her earlier.”

“What do you mean saw her earlier?”

“I may have opened the door in an apron earlier.”

“So?”

“Just an apron.”

Astonishment coated Twilight’s face, before changing into disappointment. “I miss all the best parts.”

Rarity in a moment of pure evil gave her a taunting smile. “It. Was. Glorious.”

“Just for that, I’m going to have to keep Spike all to myself this week.”

“Not on your life, Darling.”

Two hot mares fighting over him, even playfully; Spike was living the dream, a very complicated dream. “Not that I don’t love this, but that still leaves how we plan on going about all of this.”

“It seems to me that if you chase any one of them too much, you’ll suffocate them. That works for Rarity because she loves the attention.”

It would have offended Rarity more if it was not actually true. “Fluttershy caught us in the um… act, and, things happened, not completely unlike what happened with us, but not as far. Anyways, she’s coming by Wednesday so that Spike and I can talk to her about everything in depth.”

“That’s perfect! It will give you an opportunity to start getting Fluttershy more comfortable with the idea and share your openness with Spike.”

Spike stood up to get a glass of water, his tea gone. “I’m telling A.J. everything. She’ll respect the truth above all else, and she might be able to help me figure out Dash.”

Leaning back in her chair, Twilight brought her hand to her chin in contemplation. “That’s not a bad plan. Dash is by far the hardest to ‘figure out’ romantically, aside from she likes confidence and the ability to back it up. Applejack is the perfect choice for tips on how to win her over, keyword being win knowing Dash.”

Perking up, Rarity clapped her hands together. “That’s perfect, Darling, and I’m sure all of that flight training he went through with her will go a long way.”

Nightmares of hellish training exercises ran through Spike’s head. He definitely was not looking forward to whatever crazy thing Dash was sure to come up with; his wings already aching. “So is that it then? Tomorrow I begin trying to make all of our closest friends fall in love with me, just like that?”

Rarity smiled gently at her love as he poured her a glass of water from the pitcher he had brought back. “There’s still the whole matter of visiting Zecora, but yes, it seems like we have quite the challenge in front of us. I might even have to,” she shuddered, “get my hooves dirty. It will be worth it though.” She pulled Spike into a kiss as he finished pouring Twilight’s glass, “for my, Spikey-Wikey, my love.”

Putting her drink down, Twilight pulled out a list from seemingly nowhere and placed a check next to her and Rarity’s names.

“Seriously, Twilight?”

“I like my checklists!”

A round of mirth was shared by all.

“Anyways, you know that saying, ‘No plan survives contact with the enemy!’ I just want to be as prepared as possible.”

“Usually, I would say you’re overreacting, but, considering the price of failure...”

Rarity and Twilight placed their hands on his shoulder, reassuring him.

Standing up, Twilight moved behind him and wrapped him in a hug. “We won’t let that happen, I promise you. Though, there is one more thing I feel needs to be clear.”

“Which is?”

“I have full intentions of continuing to sleep with the princesses,” she answered, matter-of-factly.

“Trust me, I’m not stupid enough to get between you three. I kind of like living in Equestria and not on the moon. And, it’s only fair since I get multiple mares that you should get to.”

“I’m glad you understand. Now, get your tail up. It’s getting dark, and I’m sure with all of this going on neither of you bothered to actually check on the library.” Rarity and Spike looked away and whistled innocently. “That’s what I thought. Come on, we have dusting to do, Owlicious can only do so much.”

Reluctantly, Spike stood up as Twilight started towards the door. He gave Rarity one last kiss, short and sweet, before grabbing his bag and following after the librarian. “I love you, Rarity.”

“I love you too, Master.”