Spike sighed as another frustrated young woman huffed and puffed her way away from him.

For Celestia’s sake, tell them a dress looks good on them and they think they’re already in your pants. He growled to himself as he spotted the same powder blue-haired vixen from earlier eying him over her Manhattan.

He slid out of his stool at the bar and made his way to a secluded corner of the restaurant, shooting a mild glare at anyone who tried to follow.

He considered his appearance.

Tan skin, green hair, and well in shape. A snort. Not exactly unappealing, but I have been getting more looks than usual on a Friday night.

Just as he sat down in his selected booth—thump—he felt the impact of another body drop onto the worn leather. He rolled his eyes as he turned to the newcomer.

A curious leg rubbed his underneath the table as a lovely face with pale green hair greeted him above.

“Hey there, cutie!” Ugh, her voice is like caramelized glass. “I saw you sitting over here all by your lonesome, and figured you could use some company!”

Spike’s eyes widened as her foot, very much unwelcome, made its way up to his thigh before he grasped it firmly in one hand. She giggled innocently as she tried to fix him with a sultry gaze.

He lowered his voice to an angry mutter, so that only she could hear his next words.

“Listen here, because I’m not going to repeat myself.”

She froze at his tone.

“I do not want sex. I do not want you. I sure as hell don’t want sex with you. So why don’t you stand up, take off your tacky little high heels, and run on out of here before I say something I really regret?”

She gasped, tears beginning to leak from her eyes as she stood up from the booth, tore off her shoes and ran out the door, sobbing pathetically.

Spike shrugged as he lifted his Appletini to his lips, his eyes following the fleeing girl apathetically.

“I say, that couldn’t have been very gentlemanly of you.” Spike looked up to see an older man peering down at him, his gaze searching as if to determine the teenager’s character. The familiar face struck his memory like a chord as he tried to recall the bespectacled gentleman with the thin blue mustache.

“She’s the fourth person to try and feel me up in the last hour. Trust me, she had it coming.” He likewise studied the other man as he took another sip of his drink.

The handsome stranger smiled wryly as a small grin spread across his face. “There is some merit to what you say, Spike, but a gentleman always holds himself to a higher standard.”

Spike raised an eyebrow, slightly put off that the apparent stranger knew his name, but he didn’t know his.

Unless…

“You were at the royal wedding, weren’t you?” A nod. “Fancy Pants, is it?”

A smile broke across his face as he sat down in the booth. “Bravo, young man! I knew you would get it eventually.”

Spike smiled wanly as he turned fully to face Fancy Pants. “That was at least seven years ago. How could you remember a kid like me from back then?”

A shit-eating grin. “Bachelor party.”

Spike’s mood instantly soured as he tried to keep an embarrassed blush off of his face. “Can I help you?”

The grin returned to a kindly smile as the more mature man settled back in his seat. “No, but I believe that I can help you.”

Spike leaned back suddenly. “No way—”

A wave of his hand. “No homosexuality.”

Spike let go of the breath he was holding. “Oh good, I was afraid this night was going to get even weirder.”

Fancy Pants gestured to the small pockets of people throughout the classy diner, of which there were a fair few glancing their way rather obviously. Spike cringed inwardly at the lecherous glares he received. “I intend to help you with your women problem.”

Spike shivered at their gazes. “What’s up with them? I’m only eighteen
, so why won’t they just leave me alone?”

“Neque femina amissa pudicitia alia abnuerit.” Fancy Pants muttered as he beheld the young man in front of him, choosing to explain himself as he saw his confused face. “It means that ‘a woman, having lost her virtue, will stop at nothing.’ If anything is true about Canterlot, it is that little virtue is in it.”

He shifted in his seat. “Let me tell you, Spike. No matter where you go in this world, no matter what countries, races, or peoples you behold, always know this: people are the same.”

Spike cocked his head, interested in what the other man had to say. “That seems a bit unfair. How do you figure?”

Fancy Pants’s voice lowered, prompting the younger man to lean in closer. “Heed my words, sir, and heed them well. Greed and desire are two faces of the same coin, and as such, it can be hard for some to tell one from the other. Having said that, believe me when I say that you are a very attractive young man, especially since you share your blood with a race as powerful as the dragons. I mean that with the utmost respect.”

Spike blushed. “Uh, thank you? You’re…handsome too.”

The blue-haired man snorted lightly. “Trust me, I know. Everybody wants Fancy Pants.”

Spike resisted the urge to facepalm.

“That is not a statement of narcissism, my friend. You see, I was in the same position as you are now. I still am, as a matter of fact.”

Spike’s confusion only escalated. “I don’t get it. If you still have the same problems as me, how can you help me? What makes us any different?”

Fancy Pants grinned again. “Finally, my boy, you’re asking the right questions. The answer, is finesse.”

“Fi-what now?”

The gentleman cleared his throat. “Finesse, man. Any handsome looker can attract a number of girls, but only a gentleman can refine himself. In his presence, greed has no place. In his presence, a lady becomes the one asking for his company.”

Spike snorted. “No trouble there, trust me.”

Fancy Pants laughed lightly. “I believe I said ladies, Spike, not skanks.”

The two men chuckled at his remark, whatever tension that was left dissipating.

The mustachioed gentleman rapped his fingers on the table lightly, the rings on his finger much more humble in appearance than the other classy inhabitants of Canterlot.

Spike wondered why he looked classier.

“Now, I agree that you certainly do not want for attention, but the key to getting what you want lies in the aura you produce around yourself. You must appear cool and desirable, yet respectful and unattainable. Do this, and the true queens will be sifted from the common peasants.”

Spike frowned. “That sounds easy enough, but how would I actually go about doing that?”

An eyebrow raised. “You spent the majority of your life around the Princess, did you not? It should be simple enough to channel her for your purposes.”

Spike nodded. Then frowned. “Wait, what are my purposes?”

Fancy Pants shrugged. “Whatever you wish. Relationships, intercourse…” He coughed slightly at this point. “Hmmmsubtlemanipulation.”

“What was that last one?”

Fancy Pants waved his concerns away. “It is irrelevant. By all means, you should try and see where my advice gets you. You never know, after all!” He winked good-naturedly.

Spike frowned. “But how?”

“Simple, my good sport! You’re nearly out of Appletini, merely go up for another and show that lovely young teal-haired lady over there a bit of your charm.”

“I’m not thirsty.” He said flatly.

“What is it that you young people say today?” Fancy Pants flicked his wrist, a spark of magic cloaking his hand as Spike’s legs stood up of their own volition, slowly moving him over to the counter. “Ah yes, Y.O.L.O.!”

Cursing Fancy Pants inwardly, Spike reminded himself to channel Princess Celestia’s demeanor as he approached the bar’s counter. His eyes flicked over to the familiar woman from before, still sipping on her Manhattan. He noticed her unusual harp-like earrings and how she sat with both of her legs folded.

Well, at least she’s cute.

“Another Appletini, please.” He said to the bartender.

A moment later, he felt her gaze upon him.

His drink slid over to him as his eyes darted briefly to meet hers. He could tell by the look on her face that she had just found a reason to strike up a conversation.

“Aren’t you a little
to be drinking?”

Okay, not what I had in mind. He turned to face her as he sipped on his drink. “Aren’t you too pretty to be drinking by yourself this late?”

Her eyes lidded as a small smirk crossed her face. “Thanks, but I’m no lightweight. Besides, I’m here with my girlfriend.”

Channel the Princess. Despite the embarrassment he felt inside, Spike managed to nod coolly. “So you’re interested in both, then?”

She nodded humorously. “How’d you know?”

He returned her smirk. “I know.”

Well, she’s still talking to me, so I must be doing something right so far. He pointed at her earrings as he leaned against the counter. “You play?”

She reached up as she grasped one in her hand. “Yeah, ever since I was little.”

“You like it that much, huh?”

She grinned. “Well, it is my namesake, after all. And it pays the bills, so yeah, it’s pretty boss.” She looked him up and down with a patronizing glance. “Are you usually this good at picking up older women with girlfriends, or are you just out of practice?”

Buuuuuuuurn. Return fire, and try to regain some dignity while you’re at it! “It’s usually the other way around, actually. My guardians don’t really let me out that often.”

The teal-haired beauty raised an eyebrow. “Your guardian? Am I about to get arrested for pedophilia or something?”

Spike laughed as he swirled his drinking playfully. “I don’t know, what were you about to do that would get you arrested?”

She floundered as she searched for a comeback to his verbal jab. Finesse, Spike. Not too shabby. He noticed Fancy Pants grinning out of the corner of his eye.

She decided to settle with a hint of seduction instead. “I don’t know, actually. Maybe you should give me some ideas?” She purred.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” A frustrated voice called from behind Spike.

The teal-haired beauty peered around him, cringing in shame at being caught. “Oh, h-hey Bonbon!”

Spike turned, remembering to keep calm in spite of the hell he was undoubtedly about to catch, and found himself looking down at a shorter yet curvier woman with a beautiful hydrangea flower tucked into her blue and pink hair.

“Who’s your friend, Lyra?” The shorter woman leaned back and beheld Spike with a jealous gaze. There was, he found, no small amount of attraction either, as he could see her eyes struggling to stay above his neck.

He stretched out his hand to greet her. “I’m Spike, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Lyra and I were just talking a bit before she started trying to seduce me.”

He laughed inwardly, seeing Lyra sputter as he threw her under the bus. Traitor! He could practically hear her scream.

Bonbon rolled her eyes as she glared at her girlfriend, crossing her legs as she sat on a barstool. “Yes, she tends to do that from time to time. I’m sorry if she made you feel uncomfortable, I really am.”

Spike smiled attractively as he formulated a reply. Well, they’re both attractive enough. Messing with them a bit could be fun. “Well, I’m not. If anything, this…’conversation’ managed to brighten up a rather dull night.” He kept his eyes lidded as he quite obviously let his eyes roam over Bonbon’s frame. That feels right, make her feel like her clothes aren’t even there. He grinned to himself when he saw her shift awkwardly in her seat, unconsciously uncrossing her legs.

“Anyway, I’d better let you two lovely ladies get back to your night. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He decided to take a risk and took Bonbon’s hand and kissed it, making her blush distractedly as he purposefully brushed the back of his hand against Lyra’s leg before stepping backward.

“I-I mean, you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to…” Bonbon trailed off as she brushed her hand through her hair, pink dusting her cheeks.

Spike smiled gently on the outside, even though he was grinning on the inside.

“I don’t know, Bonbon.” Lyra purred as she wrapped an arm around Spike good-naturedly and pulled him down closer to her height. “It is getting pretty late for our friend here.” Bonbon’s eyes fluttered wide open as she realized what her girlfriend was implying, though the slight imprint of hope in them betrayed her emotions.

Is she suggesting…? He decided to push his luck a little further, to see where it took him. “You’re probably right, it wouldn’t be the gentlemanly thing to do to keep you two up all night.” He tried to make his voice sound huskier, like he heard other men do in similar situations. To his surprise, it didn’t come out as bad as he thought it would.

Bonbon swallowed her shyness, remembering that in front of her was a young and very attractive tan man who looked like he knew a thing or two about endurance. She mustered up her nerve and replied simply, “Then don’t be a gentleman.” Her eyes lidded as she curled her leg around his invitingly. Lyra grinned eagerly as she got up from her stool and put her heels back on.

Eh, why the hell not. Spike nodded as the two lovely ladies led him out of the diner, shooting a look to Fancy Pants as he went. The older man nodded approvingly, clapping his hands slowly. “Congratulations, Spike. You’re learning quickly.” He murmured as his pink-haired companion strutted over to sit next to him.

“You certainly made a few young ladies jealous with your assistance, Fancy. Many of the girls here tried their luck with that young man and got snubbed in seconds.” She crossed her long legs and flipped her hair graciously. “I wouldn’t have minded a night with him myself, actually.”

Fancy Pants narrowed his eyes. “I was merely helping a young man who is in a similar situation as I once was, Fleur. Celestia knows it’s hard for handsome men like us when the male to female ratio is 3:7.”

Fleur de Lis rolled her eyes good naturedly. “I’m sure it is, Fancy. Wherever would our population be if it weren’t for kindly men like you to guide us?”

Fancy Pants sipped his drink, swirling it around in one hand. “Sometimes, my dear, I wonder the same thing. Honestly, you must be among the luckiest creatures in the world.”

She cocked her eyebrows. “Why? Because I get to fight over what few gallant men there are?”

He laughed jovially. “No,” he said, “because you get to have your way with the best one.”

A pause. “Right now.”

She clasped her hands together in excitement. “I’ll bring the car around!”

Spike knew that the two women, especially Lyra, were attracted to him, but it was only after Bonbon had to stop her girlfriend from making out with his chest the very moment they stepped out of the restaurant that he understood the extent of it. As he buttoned up his shirt, staring at a window and studying his reflection, he mentally shrugged.
Can I really blame them? I mean, I probably shouldn’t let this go to my head, but man, I’d fuck me!

He muttered to himself as he stared back into the handsome young man’s eyes. “Looking good, Spike. Looking real good.”

Bonbon rolled her eyes as she latched onto Spike’s arm and steered them towards their apartment. He chuckled when he felt Lyra’s hand sneak into his back pocket. “Geez, I know I’m cute and all, but at this pace we won’t even make it back to your place.”

He caught a contemplating look on Lyra’s face. “You’re right; we should just find an alley and double team you there.”

Can’t say I’m surprised by that suggestion.

“Lyra!” Bonbon smacked her on the hand at the lewd idea.

“What?” Lyra frowned as she pouted at her lover.

Bonbon tsked as she kissed Spike gingerly on his cheek. “Young Spike here is a guest after all.” She winked at Lyra. “We can ravish him in the streets next time, okay?”

Next time…? Spike felt lightheaded as Lyra readily agreed. Alright, remember to play it cool. Channel the Princess. He chuckled as he brushed his lips against Bonbon’s exposed neck. “Show me that you know what you’re doing first, then we’ll talk about a next time, okay?” She shuddered as she leaned into him. He could imagine Fancy Pants’s input at his actions. Good, place her in charge. Make her feel as if she is the one who needs to impress you!

“Control your lust, people.” Lyra rolled her eyes as she dug into her purse. “We’re here.” She pulled out her keys and unlocked the front door. No sooner had she done so than had Bonbon pushed Spike onto the couch, pouncing onto his lap and ripping his dress shirt off. He could see the lust glazing her eyes over as her hands roamed his taut muscles, before moving her mouth to his neck.

Lyra gasped at her lover’s assertiveness before she remembered to be offended. “Hey, I saw him first!”

Spike moaned at Bonbon’s ministrations, motioning for Lyra to walk over. “Then do something about it.” Bonbon giggled into his neck as she continued.

Spike tried not to let his inexperience, or indeed, his overexcitement, show while his pink and blue haired partner ground slowly into his lap. His rather sizable length grew inside his pants, revealing his arousal to his surprisingly enthusiastic friend. Again, Fancy Pants’s voice spoke to him in his mind. Good work on having two ladies for your first time, my boy, but you mustn’t dawdle! Your arousal is too obvious, you must make her work harder for your passion!

Spike grunted as he gripped Bonbon’s hips, trailing a finger down her spine, causing a shiver to escape her. She hasn’t even taken her shoes off yet. Stay down for now, boner.

Kay.

Lyra made to move over to join in, but she stepped back in surprise when Spike stood up abruptly, whisking Bonbon’s dress off briskly, leaving her clad in only her cream laced bra and panties, her heels already discarded and off to the side. Spike sat them both down again, this time grabbing hold of Bonbon’s face as he passionately made out with her on the couch. He laid on his back while she stood on her hands and knees, her cute, full butt pointing outwards. Bonbon’s eyes were closed, lost in the passion of the kiss; Spike’s, however, were wide open, winking at Lyra and subtly motioning to Bonbon’s rear. Lyra took the hint and positioned herself behind her girlfriend, unceremoniously yanking off her panties and diving face first into—

“EEP!” Bonbon broke the kiss in surprise as Lyra’s mouth assaulted her womanhood from behind. “Lyra, you scared m-mmpfh!” Spike reclaimed her mouth selfishly as the curvier woman moaned desperately into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she pressed against him. Lyra planted her hands against her curvy ass, gripping her savagely and plunging deeper with her tongue. Spike broke the kiss, opting instead to massage her abundant breasts with his roughened hands, kissing her on the neck just as firmly. Their continued ministrations were too much for Bonbon, as she scratched her fingernails against Spike’s back and curled her toes as they brought her to a screaming orgasm. Lyra pulled back from her partner’s behind and glanced at a digital clock visible from the kitchen. “Two minutes and seven seconds. I think that’s a new record, BB.”

Bonbon groaned into Spike’s slightly sweaty chest. “I hate it when you call me that.”

Lyra giggled as she pulled Bonbon off of Spike, grasping at her chest. “Deal with it, babe. Besides, it’s my turn.” She dumped Bonbon on the floor, to the other’s surprise and Spike’s laughter. She climbed onto his muscled chest, grinning madly with arousal. “Oh wow, I’ve been waiting all night for something like this.”

“Oh have you now?” Bonbon looked slightly put off about being dumped on the ground, and had a You’re in for it now look on her face.

The lust in Lyra’s eyes was overpowering. “Oh hell yes.” She growled, her voice almost feral. Bonbon meeped as she flinched at the pure sexual energy her girlfriend was exerting. The you’re next look on her face made the smaller woman clench with excitement. “Fine, but I want another turn soon.”

Spike snorted. “I’m right here, you guys.” Lyra grabbed his head in her hands as she pressed her face to his.

“Hush.”

She kissed him passionately, battling his tongue and dominating it within seconds. Spike quickly had to take a breath from the strenuous activity. “Wow, you taste like…alcohol and candy.”

Lyra chuckled, her voice still lowered from her arousal. “Yeah, Bonbon has that quirk about her. She actually tastes like bonbons.”

Spike’s eyes widened. “Really now?” He grabbed Bonbon by the hips and plunged his tongue into her, her legs flailing wildly in the air.

“GAH, FUCK! W-warn me before you do that!” She was panting heavily, still recovering from their last bout.

Spike set her down gently. “Well I’ll be damned! If I didn’t know better, I’d think she bathed with chocolate!”

Lyra grinned lecherously. “Brings a whole new meaning to ‘candy vag’, don’t it?”

Spike licked his lips thoughtfully as he considered her words. “I guess so, yeah.” He looked back down at Bonbon, her beautiful womanhood puffed up from its attention and glistening with sweat and saliva. “Hey Bonbon, heads up.” He wrapped his hands around her hips again and dove back between her legs, savoring her taste all too eagerly.

“Ah, I need more warning than that!” She moaned as she gripped the carpet between her fingers.

Spike smiled into her pussy, causing her to moan even louder. “Oh hush, you know you love being used like this.”

Bonbon considered that for a moment while Spike went back to licking her shamelessly. “That’s not the point…”

Lyra growled again at being ignored. “Hey, you keep paying a bunch of attention to her! It’s my turn to be fucking you senseless!” She grasped angrily at Spike’s arms.

He turned his head to her as Bonbon sighed in relief. “Then stop being a pussy and fuck me senseless.”

Lyra’s eyes widened at the challenge as Bonbon ooooh, he told you’d from her place on the floor. She growled as she looked down at the smirking young man on her couch. He thinks he can mock me, in my home? She grabbed Spike by the leg, and with amazing strength, lifted him over her shoulder.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” He asked, his voice panicked as Bonbon watched with mild amusement before following them quietly.

She carried him into the bedroom, flinging him on her queen-sized mattress and scattering their pretty little pillows across the room. She flung her top to the floor, clad now only in her black bra with white lace, black dress pants, and high heels. Spike wondered why that only made her more attractive than before.

Lyra panted as she beheld the man who looked like a young prince before her. His near-bronze skin accented his muscles well; his unruly, stiff green hair made her want to run her fingers through it and see what he smelled like. She mentally noted to savor him after she taught him a lesson. Or eight.

“You wanna play hardball, motherfucker? Let’s play.” She pushed him back down on the bed, her heel digging into his chest as she yanked off his pants, revealing his form-fitting boxer briefs. She straddled him, grinding once before he rose to full mast. “Good boy,” she purred. She pinned his arms to the bed, licking his neck and grinding against him with agonizing slowness.

Spike groaned at the torture. “Lyyyyyyyyra…” He tried to buck his hips upward, but she would have none of it.

She licked his lips as she gripped his ass firmly with one hand, playfully nipping at him. “That’s right, little man, say my name.”

He had to admire her assertiveness and well-built stomach, as he tried to wrench his hands from her surprisingly strong grip. To his shock, they didn’t budge.

Bonbon called out from the hallway as she slinked in. “Don’t bother trying to break her grip, hun. When Lyra’s like this, it’s like Celestia’s gifted her with the strength of ten whores.”

Lyra decided to ignore the comment as she continued to dominate the younger man. “You want to feel me, Spike?”

He struggled against her grip, to no avail. “Yes...”

She rubbed her lips against the line of his jaw, whispering into his ear, “You want to know how firm I am? You want to show me what you’re all about?”

He groaned and tried to push her off with his legs, but she pinned those with her legs as well. “Yes!” She ground against his erection slowly, turning him on with alarming efficiency. He absently wondered how he could feel so aroused with this woman who was still for the most part clothed, much more so than when he was with Bonbon, who was nearly naked at the time.

She moved one hand down to stroke his cock, the distraction serving to make him forget about his efforts to escape her grasp. She marveled at his length, as she supposed his girth to be much larger than most of the admittedly few men she’d had before. Must be in the blood, she guessed, as she regarded his abnormally long canines.

Lyra moaned torturously as she slowly worked the length of his manhood, her delicate fingers wrapping around it and pumping slowly, but not nearly enough to soothe the ever-increasing pressure in Spike’s chest. “Do you want to feel every inch of me, seize the curve of my ass in your hands and feel my breasts,” he shuddered violently at this as she dragged them against his chest, “on your own? Do you want me?”

Spike groaned pitifully as she blew her cool breath on his still sensitive neck, her hands cupping his testicles. “Celestia, please, yes!”

Bonbon muttered under her breath, “It’s amazing how poetic she can be when she’s about to ravage someone.”

Lyra smirked sexily as she traced the outline of his abs. “Then beg for it.”

Spike shivered underneath her. “Please, just let—”

She shushed him with her finger, pushing it into his mouth and moaning as he reluctantly sucked on it. “Since it’s your first time of many with me—” she glanced over to Bonbon, shooting the quivering girl a look of pure sex, “—or should I say, us, I’ll say this so you don’t forget.” She pushed her still-clothed breasts into Spike’s face, further torturing him with her tantalizing body. “You’re not fucking me, I’m fucking you. When I say thrust, you thrust. When I tell you to lick, you fucking lick. If and when the situation ever arises when I decide to stop being on top and I tell you to fuck me like I owe you money, you better pray to Celestia that you’re man enough to satisfy me. Understood?”

Spike nodded.

“I didn’t hear you.”

He gulped. “Yes, Lyra.”

She nodded slowly in approval. “Good. Here’s how we’re going to do this. I’m going to fuck you, then you take a turn with Bonbon. If you’re as good as you look,” she winked, “I’ll give you the go ahead to show me what you’re worth. Understood?”

Another nod. “Yes, Lyra.”

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it to Bonbon’s face before lowering her chest onto Spike’s, moving it slowly up to his face. “Lick.” She commanded.

Spike took her breast into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue for all he was worth, taking the initiative to rub the other one with his free hand. He longed to caress the rest of her body, but decided not to, at the risk of upsetting the dominant woman.

She purred as she held his head in her hand. “Good, but don’t be afraid to be rougher with me.” He nodded as he took more of her into his mouth, circling his tongue around her nipple while occasionally stopping to pull her breast out and bite at certain parts to stimulate her arousal further. She moaned her appraisal at his natural intuition, rewarding him with quicker strokes to his cock. Bonbon watched in amazement as her girlfriend completely dominated her partner, who once seemed so cool and calm.

“Good, good,” Lyra praised as she got off of Spike, her pants being the only clothing left on her body. Spike swallowed his disappointment at her absence, but patiently awaited her next orders. She unzipped her pants and removed her belt, but did nothing else. Instead, she lifted her left leg over his face, her foot lightly ghosting over his glistening skin.

“Undress me.” He eagerly removed the pants from her legs, his eyes amazed to see the teal-haired beauty in her natural appearance. He moved to embrace her, but she stopped him with a glare. “Now, what did I say?”

Spike moaned painfully as she clucked at his lapse in obedience. Lyra spread her legs as she displayed to him her womanhood, absent of any hair and undeniably tight. She leaned forward, blocking it slightly from view as she cupped Spike’s face with one hand. “Beg for it.”

Spike swallowed as he composed his words. “Lyra, p-please fuck me. I’ve been waiting for so long, and I want you to be on top of me. Please, please have your way with me.”

She smirked as she pushed him onto his back. “Now, was that so hard?” A flick of her wrist and his boxers were gone, now laying on Bonbon’s lap next to her bra. She frowned as she realized that she still wasn’t wet enough for penetration. “Bonbon, get over here and suck his dick.” Immediately, the smaller woman was on the side of the bed, Spike’s impressive length already inside of her mouth. Lyra ensnared him in another kiss as he moaned gratefully into her mouth, Bonbon’s head bobbing up and down happily the entire time. Lyra broke the kiss to whisper into his ear, “Come for me, Spike.”

He exploded inside Bonbon’s mouth.

Bonbon’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to contain his seed, only for Lyra to look over to her and command, “Swallow.” She stalled for a moment, before tilting her head back and doing as she was told. She retreated to her chair as Lyra put Spike’s legs over her shoulders, carefully adjusting his tip to her entrance, before she bore down on him.

“AAH!” Spike grunted out as she took his virginity, Lyra pumping him for all he was worth, not leaving a moment for him to get adjusted to the new sensation. I can’t help but feel our positions are reversed. I’d be lying if I said that I cared, though. His eyes rolled back as Lyra moved unrelentingly up and down, crude slapping noises coursing through the apartment. She flipped him onto his side, keeping the pace up as he grabbed a pillow and moaned into it, hitting his second orgasm of the night. Lyra hmmmed as she felt the spurt of seed inside her, still pumping as if nothing had happened while the warmth soothed her insides. She pulled off of him momentarily, her magic flickering to life as the spurt of semen flew out of her and into a nearby trashcan. A second burst of magic hit Spike’s cock, restoring him to full mast.

Spike groaned an unintelligible response into the pillow.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you!”

He moved the pillow from his face long enough to plead, “Harder!”

Lyra grinned savagely as she pushed him back onto his back, riding him for all he was worth as fast as she could go. Every thrust filled her to the brim, covered him to the hilt, and with each movement she was loathe to let him exit her. Eventually, she reached her climax as well, moaning heavily as her walls clenched around him, drawing another panting gasp from the sweating young man.

“How was it for you?” She grinned as she playfully wiggled her bottom against his groin.

He groaned as he tried to control his frazzled nerves. “Oh Celestia, that was…just...wow.”

Lyra smirked as she got up from the bed. “I thought so. Bonbon, your turn.”

She got up all too readily from her seat and pounced on the bed. “It’s about time, Lyra! Geez, you’d think sex was a marathon!” She climbed over Spike eagerly, peppering the laughing youth with kisses.

Lyra laughed as she smacked her girlfriend on the ass, prompting a squeal. “It’s not my fault, you were the one hogging him at first.” She sauntered over to Spike, whispering loudly enough in his ear for both of them to hear, “She likes it rough, really rough, so don’t be afraid to hold back on her. She likes to be spanked too, so have fun with that.”

Bonbon smiled cutely at Spike as he grinned with the newfound information. He sat up, asking her politely to rest on her hands and knees, which she obliged to.

“Where do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

Bonbon blushed as she laid her head on the bed, posterior raised to the air. “In my ass, please?”

“Such a gentleman.” Lyra scoffed from the sidelines. Both ignored her.

Spike carefully took the tip of his manhood, brushing it briefly against Bonbon’s vagina to tease her a little, and lined it up with her cute little plug. “Are you ready?”

She nodded patiently. Spike took a deep breath as he tightened his grip on her ass, then plunged in despite the resistance.

Celestia rape me with her FIST! Spike gasped as he entered Bonbon, her ass far, far tighter than Lyra had been. He had to hold back an immediate orgasm, especially as Bonbon moaned out his name in abject pleasure. He sank into her unbelievably tight passage to the hilt, Bonbon’s moans reaching new heights of arousal with every inch. When he tried to pull out, he found her insides clamping down on his member, and he found it fairly difficult to keep it from sucking him back in. He panted at the new sensation, his sensitive organ already protesting from the loss of warmth. His attention was recalled to the woman beneath him when she pressed her ass back against his stomach, wiggling it tantalizingly.

Bonbon purred as she regarded him with half-lidded eyes. “I’m glad I feel so good for you, Spike. Now are you going to finish me like a good boy, or are you just going to keep sitting there?”

His response was to pounce onto her.

He slammed repeatedly into the howling woman’s backside, occasionally slapping her ass to accompany her arousal. She begged, she pleaded, she spoke his name as if it were the only thing she knew to say. All the while, her tender ass clenched around his member, loathe to leave his presence and happy to welcome him back. She eagerly offered up her body to him, which he whole-heartedly accepted. He pushed her down to her stomach, pumping savagely into her while he grasped her hands in his own. All of his stress of the day, from the strangers ogling him, to the sexual tension Lyra gave him, from his need to give this woman a fucking so grand that she’d be begging him to come back, all of it poured into Bonbon as she took everything he had to offer.

“Oh Spike, YES! Oh, baby, fuck me!” She moaned into the mattress with each thrust as he gave her his all and more. He reached over her back and grabbed her by the hair, the writhing woman beneath him laughing in ecstasy as he manhandled her. Her full breasts bobbed and forth in time to each of his thrusts, her swollen lips uttering praises for each moment of bliss he gave her. She felt herself mounting up to a monstrous orgasm as she crossed her ankles over one another, then uncrossing them in her ecstatic hysterics.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Her voice cracked as she clenched Spike’s member one last time as her orgasm rocked her body. Spike gasped as his fourth orgasm hit him, biting into Bonbon’s shoulder to muffle his moans. Lyra grinned approvingly as the two exhausted lovers fell back on the bed, trying desperately to gather their breath.

“Not bad, not bad. I guess you’ve more than earned another romp with me, Spike.” She froze as she heard two sets of snoring, both her girlfriend and new best friend having been knocked out completely by the night’s exhausting activities.

Lyra groaned in frustration at the sight, pulling at her hair at having lost her chance for a second round of lovemaking. “Screw you two! I’m going to go watch TV!” The fuming beauty pulled her pants and shirt back on and stalked back into the living room, muttering to herself angrily as she scratched her butt.