"Before either of you take a step further into my house, you're going to convince me you deserve to be in here. Then you're going to let me tell you off. If I am feeling generous, I might use some of this antiseptic with a painkiller in it. If you don't behave, I'll use iodine," Rainbow Dash said, holding up two bottles from her first-aid kit. "Now talk."

"I'm sorry!" Spicy Hot and Thunderbolt both said at the same time. The hunching dragon shrugged and kept speaking. "I'm sorry. Not just for trying to bite his head off, but for what I felt about you."

"That's a good start. His name's Spicy Hot," Rainbow Dash said.

Thunderbolt breathed out a sigh. "I'm sorry for saying you were mine."

"Good." Rainbow Dash turned her attention to Spicy Hot. "And what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry for fighting with your friend. I just—Wait! Am I a bat pony guy again?" Spicy Hot spun around in circles and saw his tail as he did. "I am!"

"Yeah. And Thunderbolt's a lot more dragon than he used to be, too. We're all just a great big ball of fun here today. You cleaned those?" Rainbow Dash gestured to the wounds on both the guys she liked, and got a pair of sullen nods. "Spicy first."

"This is so cool!" Spreading his wings, Spicy Hot took a moment to realize that Rainbow Dash had spoken to him. "Sorry. I didn't have much chance to appreciate it last time." Sitting on the floor, he offered his shoulder to Rainbow Dash.

"Huh. This doesn't look right. Are you sure he got you?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Spicy Hot turned his head just as Thunderbolt leaned closer. "It did. He stuck his claws in deep enough to grab hold of me. Do I have super-healing? Am I Wolv—"

"Ugh. Don't say it. I thought you didn't like big, hairy guys?" Despite the wounds being closed, Rainbow Dash washed them all the same—but not in iodine.

Rolling his eyes, Spicy Hot let out the most stereotypically gay sigh he could. "I don't like the way they act. We've been through this before."

"But Braeburn's different?" Patting the dark brown stain on Spicy's shoulder, Rainbow Dash had to agree with him. But she did like to poke him a little about it.

"Who's Braeburn?" Thunderbolt tried to follow the conversation, but the overuse of unfamiliar references was confusing him. "Is she like Tree is for me?"

"Tree?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"She?" Spicy Hot asked. "Hold on. Braeburn's a guy, Thunderbolt. As for Tree—Thunderbolt said she's his other girl."

"And you were angry with Spicy for having sex with me?" Rainbow Dash stared at Thunderbolt, accusation burning in her eyes.

Spicy held up both hands. "Cool it. We've been over that bit, and we both have the scars to prove it." He turned his attention to Thunderbolt. "I like guys, Thunderbolt. Braeburn is a guy we met tonight, and he's going to—"

"Fuck? Never thought about guys like that." Thunderbolt shrugged, working his way through the concept. "What's it like?"

"Pretty fun, with the right guy. Same as girls. You find the right person and it shouldn't matter, but when I look at someone, I like to see strength, hardness, masculinity," Spicy Hot said. "Rainbow's an exception for me."

"She doesn't hang around here much, and since I started—we started—fucking, I just need to fuck all the time." Thunderbolt looked Spicy Hot up and down, admiring his wings and muscled frame. "Do you want to try?"

"I-I'm gonna say no." Not that it didn't intrigue Spicy Hot. Thunderbolt was the most unique person—it was impossible for him to only think of Thunderbolt as a dog—he'd ever met. No one had ever gone from learning-about-homosexuality to want-to-try-it. Not that Spicy had had to explain homosexuality to many people before. "I have a big night planned tomorrow."

"Wait. Hold up." Rainbow Dash stared at Thunderbolt. "Okay, get your wing over here so I can disinfect it, but you said you got really horny too? Like, around when we started having sex?" Taking hold of the wing Thunderbolt stretched toward her, Rainbow began looking over the hole.

"Yeah. It's hard to remember, but I'd maybe find a bitch every few days," Thunderbolt said and looked at Spicy Hot. "Now—I wasn't offering just for the fun of it. I need to fuck."

The moment the first little squirt of of antiseptic hit Thunderbolt's wing, he snarled and tried to pull back. "That hurts!"

"Hold still. I'm doing this because you fell on a dirty pile of wood. Suck it up." Tightening her grip, Rainbow Dash was unrelenting in her first-aid efforts.

Huffing out some smoke, Thunderbolt held still despite the pain. When Rainbow Dash finally pulled back from his wing, he snapped it closed before she could do anything else. "Can we fuck?"

"In a bit." Despite herself, and despite her annoyance at the two males in her life destroying her front door, Rainbow Dash did want sex. Her body ached with it, and even just thinking about it made her hungrier for it. She looked sideways at Spicy. "Actually, what about right now?"

Spicy Hot could see the hungry way both Rainbow Dash and Thunderbolt looked at each other—they looked like they were either going to have sex or fight. "Save some of her for me."

Thunderbolt's eyes narrowed and he looked at Spicy Hot. Sharing a female had never entered into his mind before, but in his own estimation—once he'd had his fun with her and was relaxed—why not? "I'll try to leave some of her. No promises."

About to suggest somewhere comfortable, Spicy Hot could only watch as Rainbow Dash pulled her clothing off and Thunderbolt grabbed her and pulled her before him. Spicy had been forceful with Rainbow Dash before—and he'd definitely gotten the idea she enjoyed it—but this was much more than he'd tried. He did the only thing a gay bat pony could under the circumstances. Spicy Hot took mental notes.

Flung to the floor and pinned under Thunderbolt's weight, Rainbow Dash turned her head to the side so she could look up at him. He looked magnificent, in Rainbow's estimation. Thunderbolt was big, strong, powerful, and he was on her back.

Lust rising, Thunderbolt grew from his genital slit—two large penises with small bulbs on the end, each covered in soft nubs. He closed one talon around the back of Rainbow's neck, held her side wit the other, and arched his back. The added tightness was new, but Thunderbolt was determined to take Rainbow Dash.

"You can't fit that—" Spicy Hot's eyes were wide as saucers at the view of one of Thunderbolt's penises going easily into Rainbow Dash's body. His heart seemed to thud almost in time to Thunderbolt's repeated thrusting. He couldn't look away, mesmerized by the dragon's movement.

The feel of Thunderbolt slowly swelling up inside her, almost washed away the intense friction of having him shoving himself in and out of her. The globe at the end of his shaft just kept swelling, however, and in a moment of rushed excitement, she felt it sink deeper into her body.

Thunderbolt hadn't been this deep in Rainbow Dash before. He could feel his shaft tied in—deep—with his swollen end, but he wasn't done yet. Shorter, sharper thrusts were what his body wanted, and unlike with Tree Hugger, he was fine to let his body have its way with Rainbow.

A few wheels clicked in Spicy Hot's head, and while Thunderbolt kept hammering himself into Rainbow Dash, Spicy looked down his own pants. Then he had to displace the dancer's belt he was still wearing. A human penis was still attached to him, though it seemed a little bigger than normal. "I could get used to being a bat."

Trembling, Rainbow Dash struggled under Thunderbolt, throwing a fraction of her strength into testing his grip. When she felt herself still pinned, her climax hit. Restraint. Dominance. Pleasure. Spreading her wings out to the sides, Rainbow Dash flapped them weakly as the rest of her body trembled.

Sensing a pulsing grip around his shaft, Thunderbolt grunted and planted his hips against Rainbow Dash's rear as hard as he could. Power poured through him, rolled like thunder through storm clouds, until it erupted into Rainbow Dash.

A deep rumbling purr started in Thunderbolt's chest. He was bound to his mate, deep inside her, and it was suddenly a peaceful moment for him. Leaning down, he nuzzled against the side of Rainbow Dash's head. "Mine." As the word left his throat, Thunderbolt felt a second trembling orgasm pass through Rainbow. Her body milked at his shaft, demanding he give her everything. He was only too happy to oblige.

Spicy Hot waited, and waited, and waited some more. Nearly twenty minutes passed, and loathe as he was to interrupt their moment, he was about to ask if the delay was normal when Thunderbolt stoop up. Hanging under him was his two shafts—both were limp now, though one looked significantly messier than the other.

"She's all yours." Thunderbolt was surprised at how easy it was to say. Less than an hour before he was ready to kill Spicy Hot as a rival for Rainbow Dash. He turned to head for the hallway.

"You aren't going to watch?" Watching as the dragon froze, Spicy Hot grinned. "You want to see the kinds of things we do, if not actual fucking, right?"

The truth was, Thunderbolt realized, that he did want to know. If he didn't see it, he could ignore it, but if he knew it wasn't fucking, he'd be even better with it. "Getting a towel."

"And I'm regretting all the things I could have brought with me." With Thunderbolt away getting something to clean up with, Spicy turned to the only equipment he had to hand. Two of the straps from Rainbow Dash's wings would do for a start. He also grabbed the bridle. "Come here, Pet."

Her in-character name stirred Rainbow Dash's mind. She twitched an ear at the words, then heard them repeated. She felt used up and abused—in all the ways she enjoyed both. She wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere warm and sleep until morning. "Yes, Master."

Thunderbolt knew how Rainbow Dash was after a good fuck. His lover should be completely out of it for hours. Which is why he was surprised to see her crawling along the floor toward the couch.

Rainbow Dash's entire focus was on Spicy Hot. Her body ached in all the right ways, but her master wanted something from her. She crawled to his feet and slowly pulled herself into a kneeling pose. Tilting her head up, warmth filled her at the sight of Spicy holding straps and looking back at her. "Master?"

Leaning forward, Spicy Hot guided Rainbow Dash's arms behind her back, where he secured them with one of the straps. "Your bestial partner took the other end. I just want that mouth of yours. Hold on." Stretching further, Spicy Hot ignored the strong musk of dragon and the mixed odor that was sex. He coiled one strap around Rainbow's left leg, securing thigh to calf, then used another on her right. "Now you're not going anywhere, but I want a little more control."

Staring in surprise, Thunderbolt felt himself growing hard again. He watched while Spicy Hot used simple straps and secured Rainbow Dash from getting away. Realizing the couch wouldn't work so great with his larger tail, Thunderbolt opted to just stand and watch.

Adjusting the straps of the bridle, Spicy Hot pulled the item over Rainbow Dash's face. He made sure to give her ears a little rub here and there, as well as stroke down her snout, and boop her nose when he was done. "There's my pet. That muzzle of yours is going to be handy." Spicy undid the front of his pants and pushed the dancer's belt down. He grew quickly into his own hand, bigger than normal, and rock hard in moments. "Shake around like crazy if you want to stop. Got it?"

Desire spread through Rainbow Dash anew—she nodded. She looked at her master's penis and almost began drooling. Still, she sat back until he gestured her to approach him. Without her arms, Rainbow only had Spicy Hot's own limbs to control her. It sank in a moment later that he was effectively going to masturbate using her mouth.

Spicy Hot held Rainbow Dash's shoulder, and slowly brought the girl toward him. When she was close enough, she leaned the last little distance to kiss the head of his shaft. "Fast or slow?" Spicy Hot asked, pushing Rainbow Dash down a little firmer, forcing his shaft into her mouth. When there was no reply, he turned his head toward Thunderbolt. "Fast. Or slow?"

"Slow." Thunderbolt blinked a few times—rapidly—in surprise at his answer. He watched as Spicy used Rainbow Dash's mouth, and it was just as slow as asked for. Hard and ready again, Thunderbolt let out a small whine.

"You're curious about this?" Spicy Hot asked.

"Y-Yeah."

"It's fun, and it's how I like to express my need for control. She can't do anything right now but flap her wings. Would you like to learn how to do these kinds of things to her?" Beginning to speed up, Spicy worked Rainbow over himself, while she did a good enough job with her tongue that he wanted to reward his pet.

Though Thunderbolt might have wanted to retain some draconic dignity, he was horny and found himself genuinely liking Spicy Hot enough to be honest. "Yeah. I mean, way yeah."

"I'm holding lessons. I think you'd like what I'm teaching." Spicy had to bite back from climaxing. With more shaft came more sensitive flesh, and Rainbow seemed extremely good at keeping it all being teased.

Submissive bliss, raw lust at being used, and a desire to get her master off drove Rainbow Dash onward. She suckled, licked, and even squeezed his shaft in her mouth—all so she could get him off.

Missing Thunderbolt's reply, Spicy Hot Clenched his hips and fought the desire to force Rainbow Dash all the way down upon him. Splashes of heat washed through him, resulting in his body unloading a rush of his seed down her throat. Even in the middle of his orgasm, Spicy could appreciate that she'd sealed her mouth around him.

Being used so completely wasn't enough to send Rainbow Dash into another climax, but she almost slipped into release when Spicy lifted her up and sat her in his lap. She looked up at him and noticed something odd.

The climax wasn't all that Spicy Hot had felt. His face had pulled forward, his wings had grown, and his legs had reshaped. A soft down of brown-tinged fur had covered his body, too. He ignored it as best he could and cuddled Rainbow Dash in his arms.

One leg, the other, and finally Rainbow Dash's arms were free. Thunderbolt watched Spicy Hot cuddle Rainbow to him, and watched his larger wings wrap around her. "I said yes. When lesson?"

"Three days." Spicy Hot Cradled Rainbow Dash. "Rainbow will let you know. You can bring Tree if you want."

Thunderbolt was about to say something, to claim that Tree wouldn't want to go, or anything to get out of asking her about it. The truth was, though, he wanted someone to go with him who got him. Tree Hugger got just about everything there was in the world. She explained things to him in a simple way he could understand. She also let him watch cartoons with her while they fucked—though Tree had called it sex. "Alright."

Rainbow Dash lost track of time. Cradled in Spicy's arms was just about the best place for her, though underneath Thunderbolt was probably just as good. She felt him move. Felt Spicy Hot carrying her through the house to the main bathroom. "Bedroom."

"You need to clean up, Rainbow Dash." Spicy Hot always made sure to use her name as much as possible after some play.

"En suite." Rainbow Dash was content when Spicy resumed the trip down the hall to her bedroom. He carried her all the way into the shower. "Make yourself comfortable."

Comfortable? Spicy Hot thought, Comfortable in a bedroom bigger than my apartment—with a fully working bathroom of its own. He stretched and peeled his pants off.

Hot water felt good after the night Rainbow Dash'd had. She unfolded and stretched her wings as best she could, washing them down while taking to the shampoo to work on her hair and fur. Something had been tickling at the back of her mind, something she should have been worried about.

It was easy to just dismiss whatever was worrying her. Tired and wanting nothing so much as to dry off and slip into bed naked, she nonetheless froze in surprise when she felt something move inside her vagina. It wasn't like a toy, or a penis, but rather something moving toward her entrance from inside. Bracing her hands on the shower wall, she spread her legs carefully and waited.

A disgusting-sounding plop met Rainbow Dash's ears. She looked down to see what looked like the base of a muffin, if a muffin were made from semi-hard slime. "What the—" She got no further. The next sensation was something Rainbow was far more used to—the sensation of semen oozing from her.

A thin stream of dragon sperm oozed down her legs. Rainbow Dash could dimly recall some animals used a vaginal plug, a thick spray of semen that hardened to plug a female and keep the male's seed inside her. She grit her teeth as more and more of Thunderbolt's issue leaked from her.

When the flow finally stopped, Rainbow Dash made sure to clean herself up. She looked down at the plug, which seemed to have just stuck around on the floor of the shower. "Guess I'm gonna have t' get used to that. No way I am giving up on him after that kind of ride." Realizing how badly she was slurring, Rainbow resolved to clean up the shower in the morning.

Stumbling out of the shower, Rainbow Dash dried herself off as best she could—it involved her having to flap her wings under the heat lamp in the bathroom—and walked toward the bedroom.

Climbing into bed with a naked Spicy Hot was a luxury that Rainbow Dash wouldn't take for granted.

Already with his mind surrendered to a dream, Spicy Hot reached out for the hot cowboy-stallion at his side and snuggled up to him. His unconscious mind ignored the soft swell on Rainbow Dash's chest in favor of the strong thighs and belly. In moments, both were fast asleep.

Author's Notes:

Rainbow: How would you introduce your dragon and bat friend to your parent?

"Don't even think those words out loud. Spicy I could totally introduce them to, but telling my parents that the nine-foot-tall dragon that bangs me to sleep each night was my pet? I can't see any way that would end up going well." Rainbow Dash stretched and arched her back before resuming an easy stance. "I might actually have to call them about it soon. Spicy and I are—it's getting pretty awesome."

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