No way. No way! There is no way this is happening right now! Twilight shifted from inside of the branch, cracking some branches. She stopped shifting at hearing the sound, keeping still, hoping no one else heard the snap. Seconds later, the duo kept making out.

Twilight sighed. They're too caught up in their make-out session to care. Oh, what am I saying! Look at them go! Spike hasn't kissed a mare before, much less a queen. How can he be this good!? Make Chrysalis out of all girls moan like that with his kissing alone, and in his first time. Unless, unless this isn't his first time.

And then it struck Twilight.

It all makes sense now! All those late night training sessions... how could I have been so blind? Coming back home happy but tired. Also drinking water nearly non-stop. I always thought he trained so hard he needed to recover, but I didn't think about what kind of training he was doing!

Twilight continued to watch the affair. She watched how they made out, their muzzles sometimes pulling away, only for Chrysalis to inch forward, nibbling on his bottom lip, drawing them both back against her own. They were playing a game of tug and pull—something she was great at.

And Spike isn't doing bad for himself at all. Twilight continued to watch her grown dragon work down the girl. His claws released her forelegs, having sensed they'd given up in their struggle, which they did, as they came down to hang at her sides. With his claws free, they came down along the sides of Chrysalis's body, letting them feel up and down her curves. His claws look so BIG against her body. The way how he's holding her so tightly... like he could pick her up and whisk her away... taking her somewhere private to do whatever he wished to her.

Twilight blinked.

But this is somewhere private, she thought to herself with shame, and I'm the one peeping on them. That's not right! I came here out of goodwill for my assistant and nothing more! So long as I take notes about how his training goes, then my motives are still pure!

Twilight surprised herself with some of the shit that came out of her mouth. Her logic was thinner than the twigs poking against her ass. She saw through it the moment she spoke it, and yet, she kept to it, knowing to say otherwise meant to admit herself a dirty little filly.

So. Twilight took mental notes. Her eyes narrowed on his claws reaching down to the changeling's flanks, taking each into the palm of a claw, kneading her softness, seeing it fill out in-between her digits.

Chrysalis threw her head back in a moan.

Spike grinned. He threw himself further against her, forcing her head to keep tilted back, letting his muzzle crash against hers. They kissed with her upside down, her eyes drifting shut. Her forelegs rose, blindly, patting against his sides before pressing along his slender hardness.

“Mmhmm.... oh villain... did I say you could touch me?” Spike pulled up from her lips, though his tongue still flicked inside her maw. “Consider yourself lucky for meeting me, Chrysalis. Another hero would have thrown you to the dirt for doing that.”

Chrysalis giggled. “A hero who actually takes charge? Oh, my. Could you introduce us?”

Spike smirked. “As you wish.”

His claw flew to her foreleg, gripping around it. With a solid hold, he threw her to the right, off the bark, away from him, her body crashing against the grass. Her thin mane rose into the air from the motion, a cute squeal escaping her lips.

Chrysalis regained focus at once. Putting two shivering forelegs against the ground, she grunted while pushing herself up, looking to make a break for freedom. But another groan escaped her. A foot crashed into her back, not hard, but with enough force to slam her barrel back into the grass.

“Cute little changeling.” Spike twisted his foot against her back, rolling the rest of her against the grass. His eyelids rose higher than they should, his lips curling up to reveal his every fang, each minuscule movement fueled by sinister delight. “What was your plan? Crawl away hopelessly? Hoof after hoof, knowing someone like me staring at you from afar, making you wonder when I'll drag you back.”

Meanwhile, inside the bush, Twilight bit her bottom lip. I... I never knew Spike could ever be like this! It's always been me giving the orders to him. Sure, he may talk back sometimes, but he's never flipped the power dynamic like this before. And why... why am I suddenly wishing he had done so?

Twilight's bit harder into her bit, feeling an itch at the entrance of her pussy, feeling everything around it warm up. It didn't help how the rest of her body raided heat, made hotter by every passing second, finding to escape inside the bush already beyond warm.

I could already see how it would look now, Twilight thought to herself, cowering, while her thighs worked at the lips of her pussy. Using her softness to scratch her itch did nothing to relieve—only for the sensation to ache underneath the surface. Both of us in the kitchen one morning. I'd... I'd give him trouble for staying up so late. He'd get mad, yelling at me while towering over me, b-blanketing me in his shadow.

Soon her rubbing thighs were not enough. Twilight still laid on her stomach with her hooves tucked inward. With a clench of her right eye, one of her forelegs came underneath her barrel, brushing along the fur of her chest and belly, stopping, nearly out of reach, at her dripping cunt.

We'd start fighting. He'd start growling deeply. Then I'd say something that just made him snap! The edge of her hoof played with the base of her lips, stroking at the spot of her engorged clit. He'd put his claws against me, and I would bat my forehooves against his chest. Mmhmm, Spikey wouldn't take that for a second!

Twilight continued to touch herself in the concealment of the bush. Her eyes one eye looked down at her foreleg, seeing how it pulled back and forth along the bottom of her barrel, the fact she couldn't see, but feel her ministrations only brought her perversion to deeper depths.

He'd grip my forelegs as he did hers, turning me around in the air. Then, throwing them and my chest on the table, he'd keep me hunched before it. Twilight lifted her eyes to the scene beyond the foliage, seeing how his foot came off the once tall changeling. He kneeled over her back, placing both shins against her sides.

Spike had himself kneeled over Chrysalis. He still hovered a few inches above her, though his tail laid against her crotch, his scales inching along her tight slit. That was all he was going to give for throwing her so harshly down on the ground.

But the dragon wasn't going off script anytime soon.

“Get your head up, useless changeling.” He stared down at the helpless girl below him, seeing her eyes wide, focused on him, but the twin cocks poking into the air. During their tackle, he'd unbuttoned the top of his pants, pulling down his boxers to reveal his half-erect cocks. “You should be glad to know I've found a use for you after all. For a villain, you get to be grateful to serve a hero like this. Call it redemption if you like.”

“You... there's no way... you're not serious!” Chrysalis clutched her forelegs over her chest. “You wouldn't force a defeated foe to suck your cock, would you? A dragon, maybe! But a hero wouldn't dominate prisoner like that, would he?”

Spike grinned. “You're absolutely right.”

Chrysalis sighed in relief. “So you mean it, then? You'll bestow mercy?”

“Not a chance, little changeling.” Spike's tail had come around her side, wrapping around each of her forelegs and dragging them down against her sides. His shins then locked them against her. All that was between them, now, was his twin cocks twitching nearly painfully in the open air. “You're not just going to suck one of my cocks. Oh, no—you're going to suck them both.”

Chrysalis swallowed as her pupils shrunk to pinpricks. In the light of dim green flames above, each of his members cast a thick, black silhouette over her face. Each cock twitched eagerly, both being pointed down at her, like they knew this little changeling was going to suck them off in her tight, warm maw.

“What's the matter? Don't you like what you see?” Spike chuckled from high above her, each of his claws coming to slam down on each of his members. He gripped them both from the underside, jerking, ever slowly, to get himself into the mood. “There's not many villains who get to pay the hero back for servicing them. Fewer to claim the right to have sucked the dicks of a dragon before.”

His claws picked up in intensity in response to his words. Both of his cocks grew further out, their tips coming closer to the cowering changeling, who could do nothing but press her body harder against the ground in a vain attempt to struggle against her fate.

“That's a better title for you, isn't it? To be known as a dragon dick sucker instead of some queen.” Spike kept stroking his lengths, feeling the hardness of their girth. They ached. Oh, how they ached and throbbed and nearly steamed from their brewing heat. They needed something wet to extinguish their flames, and the dragon had just the place for them to rest inside. “Think all the pleasure that title brings.” He chuckled. “Or how much it brings to me. Now, open wide!”

Chrysalis could hardly stifle her scream when two cocks flew into her mouth. They forced her maw open wider than ever before, struggling to have her lips even close to touching. One member against her tongue, the other pressing against the ceiling of her mouth, Chrysalis's eyes rolled back from the impact.

She gagged on his cock. The taste of his cocks, surprisingly and pleasantly salty, attacked her taste-buds. His scent, the thick musk of dragon cocks flooded her snout. Her lungs inflated with the smell of nothing but him, creating a fresh trail of cum to pour from the bottom of her pussy.

After a few seconds, filled with the dragon's panting and the changeling's gagging, the two started to settle into place. Chrysalis had closed her eyes while her mind went blind, leaving her to desire only the pleasure, the thick, hard, pulsating pleasure currently quivering inside her mouth.

She struggled. Her tongue licked along the underside of the bottom cock, feeling steaming blood course through a single vain. She tried hard to appease it, to give the throbbing erection the sensation she desired—her tongue was trapped underneath it, unable to do much than awash them both in her moist breaths.

“You are more useless than me. That's disappointing.” With a heavy sigh, Spike pulled his top cock out of her mouth, ceasing the aching in her jaw. His cock now hung in the open air, the wet saliva around its head cooling against him. “Because of your inability to do a basic task, now I have to leave my of my cocks hanging. For a prisoner slut, you sure suck at your job.”

Only Spike chuckled at his joke.

Chrysalis had closed her eyes at the alleviation of tension inside her mouth. One of his cocks was still inside of her, sure, pressing out against the interior of her cheeks—but this she could handle. Letting her tongue poke about his flare, she lubricated him with her spit, her tongue sliding further along his head.

“But you don't have to worry. You've got Spike here to give you a claw.” He was enjoying the feeling of her tongue working along his shaft, licking at his every inch, a subservient little cock sucker. Her lips slid up and down against his half-point, letting their faux hardness press down against him. “Though you're doing a better job of blowing my c-cock now.”

Spike tilted his head back for a second, immersing himself in the clenching pleasure sparking from his cock. Chrysalis worked against it now, bobbing her head along his length, finally starting to suck him off. The flick of her tongue teased his aching into submission, enough that, when her tight muzzle took more of his throbbing length into her tight muzzle, her cheeks were able to rub along the sides of his cock.

Her mouth was so wet, humid, and soft. Her tongue sometimes draped over his dick in need of seconds long respites, making him feel like a strong thing for her to throw her weak self on and over. There wasn't enough of her to take all of him—at least, not without assistance.

Looking down at the changeling queen caught underneath his body and his cocks, Spike's lips flew up to his right in the biggest grin he had in his life. Ruled purely by greedy, dragon instincts, his claw slipped to the back of her head, digits gripping around her skull.

“Give yourself a little credit here, Chrysalis. You did the best you could to suck my fucking cock.” Her eyes opened at the sense of his touch. She tried to inch her head around to see his claw, but couldn't even flinch. His lock on the back of her head was strong. “But it seems like you always need someone else to help you along. Can't even suck dick by yourself... however did you become queen of changelings of all things?”

Chrysalis couldn't have answered that question even if she had tried. She moaned at the feeling of being her body pinned against the ground, her head held tightly by his claw, forcing her head to keep straight and her eyes locked on the dragon's crotch. Her gaze swept over the top of his cock, the one still inside her mouth, seeing she'd only gotten half inside of her mouth.

For an experienced girl, she had lost her edge over the years.

“I'm going to fuck your throat now. Shove my cock down your mouth to listen to you gag.” Spike followed with his promise seconds later. With her head locked in place, the dragon thrust his hips into her chin, feeling his cock poke against the back of her throat—before sliding down into it. “That's it. Be a good little villain and... go limp.”

Were it not for the cock suffocating her, Chrysalis would have giggled. Her eyes rolled back into her skull while his cock slid along her mouth, backing and thrusting, feeling the velvet texture of her throat clamp down along his length and girth.

“O-Oh my. You're... hmm... r-really good.” Chrysalis took his grunted words with a gagged chuckle, letting her eyes drift shut. It was like she'd found purpose, a way to find make herself useful. She let her head fall into his full control, letting her face smack against his crotch, keeping her mouth as open as possible. “Guess you're not a discarded villain after all, are ya?”

Spike gave a few more pumps down her throat. While one cock was rubbed my smooth walls and squeezed by wet muscles, the other was forced to throb in the air. It fed off the sensation of its brother, though it still ached, left untouched.

Spike pulled Chrysalis head against his crotch a few more times, delighting in the power he held over her, nearing jizzing with how good it felt to be fucking her head, mouth, and throat with something like his cock. It was the ultimate act of domination. Something the dragon in him craved, surprised and repressed, a part of him now expressed due in debt to the willingness of Chrysalis.

For that reason, perhaps, that he let go of her head.

“Learned your lesson in sucking dick yet? With me already inside you, I doubt there's much you can screw up at this point.” Spike came up from the grass slightly, with his cock still in her mouth and, with a few steps back then turned around. “We're going to change up the pace here. Doesn't seem right that I leave my loyal prisoner without some form of reward.”

Grinning, he laid himself forward again, letting his chest fall and then press against Chrysalis's stomach. Head hovering above her crotch, his eyebrow arched at seeing the thin tail covering what he wanted to see. “A curtain? No way I'm waiting for that to rise to enjoy the show.”

His claw snaked through her tail, feeling the dock of it. With a flick of his thumb, he sent the tail flying forward, landing between her legs. Where it was, the dragon was left smirking, then licking his lips the sight below him.

Chrysalis pussy laid before his face. Small, tight, her slit possessing a neon-green to it. He grinned at that last fact. As much as Spike loved the mares in his life, none of them had glowing pussies. The soft green glow of the changeling only drew his curiosity, having his mouth poke at her vulva.

From inside the bush, Twilight could hardly keep herself from screaming. I... I can't believe it! I've always known Spike had two... cocks... but I never expected them to be so big! I can see the bulge of one pressing against Chrysalis's throat—he's that thick!

Twilight had returned to rubbing her thighs together. It was all she could do to hold back her pleasure and desire. If she wasn't afraid of getting caught, she would have driven a hoof deep into her slit and finished the job. But there was little sense in getting caught—much like this.

This isn't the first time they've mated... though they may very well be the first dragon and changeling who have. And to think, I'm getting to see the first intersperses intercourse... and I can't help but get wet to the idea of it!

Twilight brought a hoof over to her rump, stealing a quick glance at it. All those times before when she wondered about how great her ass was, she realized that Spike was the only one to joke about it. Ironic, since it was only him that she cared about his opinion for that kind of stuff.

What exactly does Chrysalis have that I don't. Her butt is slim but firm, but mine is just... b-big! Is that a good thing? A bad thing? I guess it depends on the pony. Wait, no! It depends on the dragon! Twilight continued to watch her young assistant go to work on the changeling. He kissed at her encased vulva, his tongue slithering out along her glowing folds, swirling along the area.

Imagine if he was doing that to me. He'd have more of a mess to clean up, that's for sure. Twilight's hoof worked at her left flank, sinking into the softness, pressing it around. It didn't make her much pleasure, but when she thought of his claw working against her ass... Spike's nearly a pro with that tongue! They way it's probing deeper into Chrysalis slit. She's rocking her crotch into his face, and he doesn't seem to care!

It was true. Chrysalis, with the dragon crotch hovering inches above her, forced herself up his length, struggling to take more of him in. Determination, and without demand, she blew him the best she could, striving to fit all of his cock down her throat all so he would cum directly into her stomach. That would warm her from the inside... sating her need to steal love? No way. That couldn't have been an alternative to the changeling problem, could it?

Those thoughts were useful to her mental studies but not to her building pleasure. Her hoof, unable to stimulate the feeling of a sharp and precise claw, began to smack her ass to feel that impact—that his palm was slapping her cheek, causing it to jiggle, leaving her wetter and him harder.

And his poor other cock out in the open like that! Spike must be aching with no attention being paid to it! Twilight played a dangerous game. Her mind wandered to dangerous prospects, made appealing by her arising arousal. If I were to just go out there, I could show Spike my giant plot. He'd love it! If I can sandwich his members in-between my big flanks, clenching to bring him pleasure, he'd prefer my rump! And... when we're both ready... he could shove his cock in whichever hole he would like! Oh, my!

Twilight giggled into her hoof. It would seem I'm losing myself from science to pleasure. Keep focused, Twilight. You need decent notes to excuse this whole mistake. What better cue do you need to keep watching than that!

Twilight returned to watching. The dragon had his face buried into the changeling's pussy, a light green cast around his muzzle, with his snout buried deep in her snatch. While he kissed passionately at her tight little hole—sometimes slipping inside due to the flicks of her hips—his tongue worked at her clit, wrapped around it, squeezing it, and unwinding in an ultimate lick that brought intense pleasure and shivers down the former queen's spine.

Juices started leaking out of her cunt at once. Some splashing on the dragon's snout, though he didn't mind, always quick to lick her mess up. His tongue had flicked and slipped inside her pussy, stroking along the walls that welled with more of her cum. Its sweet and strawberry taste only made him lick everywhere for more.

If only Spike was working on MY pussy like that. To think, what was once little Spike, locked in place by my plush thighs, his snout buried deep past my folds. Twilight watched as her assistant continued to make out with her villain's pussy, which was partly why Twilight hated Chrysalis. He's about to make her cum by his tongue alone! Why didn't I think about the uses of his tongue before?

Seconds later, the answer struck, and Twilight laughed.

Because I wasn't his hopelessly perverted for my number-one assistant before.

And that's how the duo went. Spike shoving his face deep into pussy, licking every inch of every wall, letting his snout vibrate in her vulva and against her clit for extra effect. Then, on the other side, Chrysalis had gotten used to her role as cock sucker.

Spike doesn't even seem aware of what he's doing with his hips. At this point, he's outright humping her face! Twilight pressed into her ass harder, a burning, pleasurable sensation pulsated from underneath her flanks. And Chrysalis isn't even saying a thing. She's just... taking it all in stride!

Chrysalis didn't seem to care about her mouth and throat being fucked. From her head against the ground, all she saw was the bottom of the dragon, crouched over her, thighs locked at the sides of her head. He humped her face almost like a god, outright fucking her throat while keeping her locked in place.

But all she did was moan, lick, and clench when it felt right. Her hunger for love had been sated long ago, but in its place, lust had appeared. It burned only for one, the dragon whose face was between her legs, eating out her pussy. That had yet to be filled, and though his long, slender tongue brought her over the edge, it still wasn't enough to fill her.

They both look tired of the foreplay. Are dragons and changelings more synced when it comes to advancing their pleasure, or is that because their personalities are deeply connected? Twilight gasped, not only at seeing the Chrysalis come, hear her scream through the muffle of the cock at the pleasure, but also because of the implications of her previous statement. Wait a second. Does that mean those two, over the course of a few months, have developed a deeper relationship than the one Spike and I have? If he and I were to make love... would we be as good as her?!

Twilight hateful arousal was not made much better by seeing a splash of changeling cum come across Spike's cheek. He pulled out of her pussy at once, using his long tongue to lick the juices away. Looking over at the changeling, he saw the glow of her eyes at their most intense, looking at his cock like something more than to be sucked.

Oh my... they're going to get to the main act now... I'm going to see my number-one assistant make love to one my worst enemies! And even though I hate for so many reasons, I can't help but want to be alongside her to enjoy all of this.

It didn't help that, with the more the couple did, the hotter Twilight's pussy became. She could feel herself winking out of a need to be touched and filled! But I must keep in control. Cool. Calm. And not touching my cunt. Just... watch them make love. When they leave, find a way to sneak out. After that, find a way to approach all of this stuff with Spike.

She giggled nervously. That should be easy, shouldn't it?

“You look like you have a mouthful.” Spike had crawled back from her legs, holding himself just above her face. “If you do any more work on me from down there, you'll have slightly more than that. Get ready for me to pull out, okay?”

Chrysalis blinked. Seconds later, the dragon pulled up from her mouth, freeing his cock from her maw. Once more his spit cooled into the open air, which reduce the heat his dick radiated, but still left him in need to plunge his cock—cocks into something tight, warm, and wet.

The first thing Chrysalis did, with her mouth and throat now free, was cough and rub a hoof against the latter. Filling her lungs with fresh breaths of dragon musk, she was able to properly speak what she wanted to say for quite some time. “Will you just fuck me already! Trapping me, using me—you have me! Please just plug my holes already!”

Twilight gasped. She could see how Spike's eyebrows raised in surprise too. I take it he's not used to being this good. But if he's able to make an experienced girl like Chrysalis beg to be ravaged... what effect would he have on a lonely mare like me?

Twilight was both excited and frightened by that remark.

“You want me to plug some of your holes, huh? For a changeling, you've gotta be more exact with what you say.” Spike turned around once more, letting his muzzle hang around hers. They kissed hungrily while his hips rocked closer to her hind legs, settling over the holes made in the legs themselves. “Mhmmhm... h-hey Chrysalis. Did you mean these holes?”

Spike had let his cocks slip into her holes, feeling the tightness of her grip around his cock, their hardness squeezing both of his dicks in a way he desperately needed. It wasn't active, but at least he was getting pleasure out of every flick of his hips.

N-No way! Did he really stick his dicks inside the holes in her legs? Spike really is crazy! In... in... in every great sense of the word. Twilight couldn't stop herself anymore. Tucked into herself, she snaked a hoof down to her quivering pussy, her vulva wet from all her juices that had leaked past. He's torturing her by making love to every OTHER part of her. This side of him is punishing, but Chrysalis is basically whimpering to be f-f-fucked!

Twilight almost debating leaving to eat out the poor girl, stating her pleasure while the greedy dragon continued to play evil. But she didn't do that. Her hoof kept stroking at her slit, the fur of her sole catchings with wetness, creating a wet smacking noise with every stroke of her foreleg.

“S-Stop playing games with me, Spike!' Chrysalis cried while her pussy winked in need to be filled. “I'm yours! Your defeated villain and loyal servant to your needs... but don't do this to a girl! Don't wind me up so much if you're not going to finish me off. That is just... just... j-just plain torture!”

“You're right it is! Seems like you need a good reminder of that.” Spike pulled his cocks out, tilting his head back from the tight squeeze around his head, to pure nothingness afterward. While his cocks ached, he growled out a short, green flame—a rope manifesting out from his fire. “And I have just the tool to remind you of that fact.”

A rope? No way. That almost looks like the one Applejack gave him... wait... what has he been using it for all this time? Twilight's eyes narrowed while her foreleg rubbed along her chest and belly, the edge of her hoof working deeper into her slit. She held off on fully touching herself. Much like Chrysalis. she was waiting for the dragon to get the main show started. Is that what he does? Tie her up and then... have her way with them?'

Twilight, in a second, made a note to buy Spike another rope for his birthday. And some lingerie for herself. Wouldn't that be a treat for her? All of her legs tied up in the air with a pair of panties hugging around her rump. His claw would then push the fabric away from her lower lips, exposing the folds of her pussy to the tip of his dick.

Back on the field, there wasn't even a chance for Chrysalis to scamper. Spike flew down in a blur, bringing the rope around her forelegs, an arm holding all four into the air, in the same place, while the rope sliding through the holes in her legs, binding them all tightly together.

“Why wouldn’t you know?” Spike said with a chuckle. “The use of your cheese legs all along was to have a rope tied through and around them? Who knew the biggest weakness for changelings was the holes in their legs?”

Chrysalis glared at him.

“Don't you dare do this to me again! What, are you too little of a dragon that you need a rope to hold me down?” Chrysalis grinned up at him, panting, which made him throw her legs against the ground. Her hooves twitched in the air, rubbing against each other by an inch, every movement useless against his tight knot. “You're a coward! That's what you are, a scared dragon unable to please a girl, so he needs a rope to make sure she doesn't complain!”

Spike came to lowering his chest against her own. He smirked while hovering an inch over her muzzle, his bright eyes staring down into hers. “If that were the case, I would have tied the rope around your mouth. No, I did this because of how much you hate... and love it.”

“I do not love being tied up!”

Spike raised his eyebrows. Then, on bringing a hoof down to her cunt, he gave her slit a flick with one of his digits, coming to hold it up to her eyes. It was coated in cum, thick for a girl, with it started to lower of his contours like a vine. “One pair of lips say something; one pair of lips show something.” He shook the cum off his claw, chuckling. “Now tell me, Chrysalis, which one should I trust?”

She kept silent. Looking up into his eyes, which glowed a soft green, she knew playing past this temptation would only lose her more pleasure. She'd already submitted to him. Everything about her had been outright humiliated by his words and his actions. But she didn't mind. It all made her so wet. Letting slide this one last bravado would let her enter a world of sexual gratification she'd never experienced before.

I know she's playing a part, but is Chrysalis really going to go all in? Twilight fought against herself to not cum. It was far too easy to shove a curve of her hoof deep into her pussy, having the other press around her clit. The front of her body would fall completely into the grass, two forelegs trapped underneath her chest and belly, being rubbed and shoved all around her cunt.

And the vulnerability of that, the possible shame of indulging in that depths of pleasure... it all was too rewarding for both of the mares involved. Both powerful, alone, and responsible for all. They'd never let themselves engage in something so outright humiliating—but that repression only intensified the pleasure they got from it.

Spikey has a tied up girl below him. What... what will he do with her? Twilight's hoof pressed harder into her slit, causing her folds to press inward. She could feel the fur of her sole collecting with juices. He's teased her with everything a dragon could do! M-Maybe he hasn't learned how to pay-off on build-up yet? That... would be a disappointing climax to all of this.

“Have I ever said how much I love your body? How slender it looks, how hard it feels against my claws, you tight and a firm little thing?” Spike kissed her cheek, feeling the spot burn with heat immediately. Bringing back his lips, he then lowered it to her throat, licking the area, letting his fangs poke against the surface. “Not right for me to endlessly tease a girl I love so much—and find so hot. You've been a good little slave changeling today. Why have I been so cruel to you tonight?”

Chrysalis panted at his ministrations. “T-That's what I've been dying to find out. You've been no hero since the start of this session, only a beast of a dragon!”

“That's only because you bring out the beast in me.” Spike let his crotch fall into her rump, two cocks, hard, pulsating, and hot enough to burn into her body then pressed against her. Then his stomach fell along her side, sandwiching his cocks in-between them. “Beasts, rather. They feel so good pressed against you. Your body itself made them so hard. You've aroused a dragon. Be impressed.”

Chrysalis cackled. Her mane swayed from her motion, coming to drape over her right eye. “Trust me, dragon, that I am well aware. When we first met, I thought nothing about you. Now? You are the one thing in all this world I hope to appease.”

Spike smirked, glancing left and right—which startled Twilight's heart—before lowering his lips to Chrysalis's ear. “Sorry to break script here, but that's something you never have to worry about.”

Chrysalis gave a short, somewhat shaking nod. “I-I know. But chasing after more of this is the kind of goal a girl like me needs to chase after.” The two stared at each other for a second, eyes locked, bodies pressed, love conquering the air for only a second. “You give so much to me and I take plenty from you. But... and... never state this again... but I hope our relationship will soon become based on more than that.”

Spike brought a claw to her mane and brushed it away. His girl, the subject of his love and lust, pulled slightly away. Her body felt small and her expression looked ready to take a hit. The dragon had never seen her look more vulnerable in his life, stroking a flame across his heart.

“Do me a favor, Chrysalis?” He pressed his snout against hers, their lips inches apart. “Never look scared to express yourself. At least, not around me.” His green, glowing eyes showed only one thing on their surface—a reflection of her. “And that goal of yours? Give it times for both of us. We'll forge a path toward it together after all.”'

Spike didn't even have to move. Her lips came against his. Hard at the surface but soft underneath, a fine representation of the girl beneath him. They kissed. They made-out. Lips parting and tongues flicking. The romance had lasted moments longer than expected. Love now transited to lust, a cycle they adapted too expertly.

Seconds later, Chrysalis broke the kiss. “Bah! Whoever trusts the words of a dragon is a fool.” She rocked her tied body, feeling his weight pinning her to the ground. It wasn't an attempt to escape. Rather, she had slid her cocks over to her ass, letting them slip between her flanks. “It's how your cocks react that speak of your true feelings! Not the words you spit effortlessly out from your mouth.”

“I do not spit!” Spike replied with a shit eating grin. “I've eaten you out enough for you to know that.”

“Whatever you may say, it matters not, for your body says everything!” Chrysalis, even tied up, always found a method to have her way. While she didn't have the biggest butt around, what she did have made up in terms of pure firmness. “Is it your love for me, or your lust for my ass, that keeps drawing you back to me?”

She let her body slide along his lengths, barely fitting both of his cocks in the crack of her rump. Riding him, her flanks clenched into his members sporadically, enveloping his hardness with her softness, assuaging his aching to a degree.

“Think you're cute doing this? The answer, of course, is both!” Spike let his hips take over for the moment, letting them rock up and down her crack. He nearly squealed when she clenched her ass on his cocks, milking that aching sensation within him to its breaking point. “Why can't I love you and your ass at the same time? Watch, I'll demonstrate.”

And he did. His muzzled pressed down on her cheek, kissing the spot, while her eyes rolled forward. Chrysalis was a panting mess, mane astray, some stranded along her neck, the rest splattered across the grass. Her heavy breathing, matched with the heat radiating from her cheeks, only made her pussy wink worse with need.

She's losing herself right now... a big dragon holding her to the ground... his cocks being sandwiched her flanks. It's so wrong and hot at the same time! Who knew any of use could be this dirty... and want only more of it! Twilight finally did snake another hoof to her rump, though placed it in-between her flanks. But this? Here is the one spot I would be her! My butt is so much bigger than hers! If Spike had his cocks, none of them would spill past my cheeks. In fact, I'd suffocate him with my softness!

Twilight imaged how it would feel. Her body thrown onto a bed of grass, pinned there by the heavy, bulking weight of a dragon—having him shove his cocks in-between her cheeks, making her clench against them out of reflex.

And that's what she did against her own hoof. Thinking it was his pillar of hardness that burned the surface of anything it touched. The plushness of her flanks would encompass them, fur and skin cooling him, enough so both of his tips to poke into both of her holes.

Twilight kept rubbing her pussy, clenching her ass on her hoof, and imagine all of it done by a dragon—her dragon—pinning her down. Her eyes, fighting to stay open from the haze of pleasure, focusing on the fucking couple.

And that was just it.

They were fucking.

“That's it then. Work your ass against my cocks like it's all your good for.” Then, his eyes shot up, each glowing intensely. Without words he slid out of her, grabbing her bundled hooves and using them to roll Chrysalis onto her back. “But that won't be enough to prove my lust for you, now will it? No, you're a needy girl who needs to do crazy things to prove that a dragon really wants to fuck her.”

She cast him a sidelong glance. Her head kept against the grass while the rest of her was straight. It was hard to see him through her raised hooves, and felt uncomfortable to lower them too close to her barrel.

“So let's try something new! Something that will prove, without a doubt, that I want to fuck you. That I'm willing to try something so crazy, that will overload us both with too much pleasure, all because you're a silly girl unable to trust herself and others.”

Spike glanced down to between her legs. In the crevice of her rump, he saw it. Her tight pussy, upside down, glowing faint, neon green. Juices dripped from its top and, from how much Chrysalis had been rolled around, the entirety of her vulva was coated in her cum.

“You asked me before to stick it in your holes.” Chrysalis heard his voice from over her legs, and, seeing through the gap below them, all she saw was his chiseled abdomen leading down to the top of his crotch. She caught sight of some of his cocks—distant, and too big to be seen in so little a window. “But that's where you made your first mistake. You need to prove my lust and love for you? Let's try for only one hole then!”

Twilight gasped from the bush. Blushing intensely at it escaping so freely, she'd cover her mouth had one of her hooves been free. But she was too busy working away at her own pleasure. Being a naughty filly watching others start to fuck. She'd never seen sex life before—much performed by her assistant.

Spike didn't hold back. Both of his dueling dicks throbbed in the air, each of their pointy tips drooling thin, streaks of pre down along his heads. He lined both of them with her slit, one at her base, on at her top; one against her clit, one struggling to fit within her vulva.

“Are you ready?” Spike said nearly in a groan. Feeling the start of her softness at his sides and her tight wetness at his tips teased him with the fuck he so desperately needed. That they so desperately needed. “You've been whining all night about wanting a cock inside of you. Let's see your needy pussy can take two of them!”

He let his arm come over her neck, pulling her into a lock—one meant not to harm, but to keep her still in one place. She was going to need that wall to press against judging from the things about to push into her.

Spike let out a soft growl, then, when his thick cocks began to push. Their sheer girth pushed against her tight entrance, both a little too big to fit inside. But a hungry dragon never let such things stop his desire—only to press harder against them, the entrance of her pussy, squeezing his cocks inside her slit.

Chrysalis let out a soft whimper at the sheer force that pressed into her cunt. The tips of both his dicks squeezed into her slit, her vulva stretching wide to compensate for their girth, the walls of her pussy being pushed apart to the extreme as the dragon slowly slid inside of her.

“Nnggh! Oooooh.... n-no... Spiiiike!” Chrysalis nearly screamed his name to the furthest part of the forest. Her pussy, painfully hollow, contracted against itself to stave off the itching sensations all along her walls. It demanded to be filled, for absolute hardness to press against her walls, rubbing back and forth, defeating the damn itching sensations once and for all. “You're... my... e-everything!”

Twilight had watched the scene unfold in painful silence. The image in her eyes ceased her ministrations completely, overshadowing any pleasure her hooves could do. The couple, even unaware of their effect, brought more pleasure to the princess than her own hooves working against her ass and rubbing her pussy.

She's lost it... the pleasure has made her numb completely! Only Twilight was able to see the full picture. She watched as the dragon's crotch, bits away from the changeling's, slowly slid closer toward it. His bottom was perfectly hunched nearly like an animal, one seeking to hump their hips the utmost speed and intensity. Are dragons really this good at sex? That they can turn any girl FERAL if they're allowed to have their way? To be pinned underneath the heavy claw of a greedy dragon, rump exposed and tail aside, letting him take everything he desired? Both wanting. Both giving. Oh... my.

Twilight continued to watch. She gazed at the corner of the changeling's bottom, seeing her pussy stretched out more than it should, being pushed out further the more the thick, duel members pushed in. Nothing tore, but Chrysalis's vulva and pussy were being pushed to new limits to accommodate the greedy dragon.

Twilight shouldn't have been surprised to see a bulge rise along Chrysalis's stomach, but her cheeks colored pinker by the sight. The cocks underneath her belly slid further along, only coming to a stop near her chest. Her cunt had taken most of his length, acquiring the fullness it so hungrily desired.

He's all the way in! Two cocks inside one pussy. Twilight lost her breath at the thought, her chest becoming light, her pussy feeling hollow, the latter winking from the lack of stimulation. Brought on by the kinkiness ahead, and the lack of touching at her behind, Twilight Sparkle started to lose her mind. Normal mares wouldn't be able to take that much! I-I mean, I would LOVE to take both of Spike's dragon dicks... but I wouldn't be able to fit around them both!

The dragon himself had pulled his hips back. The bulge carried down the changeling's stomach, leaving only his head within her cunt. With a grin, he shoved himself inside—his head tilting back in an approving grin while she shoved her face into the ground.

Chrysalis opted to have her body go limp. She'd take a challenge instead of a task. There was no sense in flexing the walls of her cunt when they struggled to even embrace him in there. For once, all she had to do was lie down on her side, biting her bottom lip, and drunk in the utter pleasure coursing from her rump.

Her body shook with his every thrust. The arm around her neck stopped her from moving when his cocks pushed all the way inside of her. She'd thump against the ground, lifted and dropped by an inch, an act that rocked her body from just one spot.

I've never seen a defeated villain look so... happy. Twilight had brought one of her hooves back to her slit, not realizing she had done so, her pussy slowly taking control of her actions. She herself was too busy thinking. Her curiosity piqued. The magic of friendship only made her cower further away. But being dominated by a dragon's dicks? She looks so pleased to take her punishment.

Twilight blinked at the following conclusion. Does this mean that, in the future, using Spike 'abilities' may be as powerful as our magic—if not more useful?!

Chrysalis head was limp against the ground. Her thin mane draped over her right eye once more, the left blank, staring at nothing. Her mouth had opened at some time, warmth breaths becoming steam in the open air. Her tongue laid limp against her chin, drooling.

That's a look of a girl utterly pleasured, Twilight thought to herself. And this may be the first time I wished I could switch places with a foe.

Twilight stared and stared at the scene with more contempt rising with every passing second. Why couldn't it have been her out in that field, having her cute little body ravaged by a bulky, greedy dragon—one with a heart kinder than any beast.

Was that the secret behind her arousal? To know that someone, kind to all, suddenly becoming the opposite? The dragon that would carry you home in his arms then switching to one who would pin you against a table and ram his cocks up both of her holes?

There had to be a reason behind it. Twilight knew such things didn't happen out of pure chance. The seed of her arousal, of everyone's arousal, was placed in the set-up to before the sex. Normally, the idea of being pinned down, unable to move, while something much bigger than her had its way with her... the idea disgusted her, made her want to scream, to be utterly terrified.

There was a raw pleasure to it, sure. To be utterly defenseless while something oozing with raw, primal masculinity did it have its charm for a fantasy. But this was no fantasy. Everything that happened here was for real, the changeling was being dominated—a former queen who wanted to dominate the world.

And, yet, she didn't care about this fact. Twilight didn't care about this fact either. She should have charged them long ago and put a stop to this. It was wrong. Chrysalis was evil. Yet Twilight was the one who hid, who stuck her hooves in-between her legs, rubbing her dirty little pussy to the kinky sex happening before her.

All of this, of course, was due to Spike's kindness. Not many in this world, at least those semi-powerful and self-respecting, would submit themselves to such humiliation. Sure, most of those of that type, though unaware of it, had that as their kink. But they would not suffer that fate in real life were it not for some other compotent.

And that competent, attached to raw fucking, linked back to kindness of all things.

Twilight knew why. It was the very reason why she was getting off right now. Why Chrysalis took two cocks without a fight, heaving with every push of his heavy cocks, drinking in the pleasure while her tongue nearly went dry from the thirst of wanting more.

It came to trust. These girls wanted a dragon to fuck the ever living shit out of them, taking away their control and their choice, all so the responsibility of neither weighed down on their shoulders. But they couldn't submit themselves to such a fate blindly. It would have gone against their character.

But they all knew that Spike didn't mean everything he said or did. That, though he was the scary dragon they were told to fear—and lust after in their fantasies—that deep down, he was kinder than most stallions.

There was no edge to his words. They meant nothing more than to stimulate them further, exploding a concept and a kink in their mind, one that would be neat to feel, to experience, but not actually have it become a reality or a thing for real.

Because Spike had established himself as a kind dragon, they could trust him. His kindness was a safety net for everything that came afterward. Should he come to hurt them, or saying something harmful, the girls knew they could stop the script, that he would stutter, getting on his knees to show how sorry such a thing made him.

That was genuine care to them.

It was funny, Twilight reckoned with that line of logic, how her and Chrysalis, wanting to be dominated, still didn't want fully that. They wanted a kind dragon that knew to take it far and, should they say the word, to drop it at once and do everything required to right any wrongs.

In the end, even though it appeared they craved to have choice and control taken away, that wasn't their full desire. They were still mares and such that used and depended on power and character. They needed to know they had the choice, being pinned underneath a claw, that they could still end the show.

They never did, of course. The option was space to breathe into while the greedy dragon took what he wanted. Even while Chrysalis's body rocked to the thrusting of his cocks, she had the ability to call game over at any time. It might have been the reason why she took the pleasure punishment so willingly.

It wasn't that they wanted to call it game over, only that they had the ability to do so. Knowing that meant they could enjoy their pleasure to the fullest, that they could play whatever part they pleased, that behind that greedy dragon was one of kindness.

You could almost say that, when a kind dragon becomes willing to be greedy, all so a girl could enjoy and express herself to the extreme is a moment where is kindness also goes to the extreme. To indulge in something unlike his normal self, though possessing some aspect of it, was the ultimate transformation, and thus, a kindness he could show his partner.

That wasn't to say there's not any self-interest involved. Spike still got to rule over a girl, holding them to the ground, sliding his cock along the crack of their ass, shoving his dicks into each of her holes. He still got pleasure and the feeling of dominating others, but much like the girls, it was a part he expressed and not the whole of his character.

Which is what brought Twilight over the edge. She was a silly mare, that she knew, scoffing at the idea of how romanticism brought her over the edge in her pleasure. Both of her hooves, during the course of her thoughts, had snaked their way to her wet cunt, her soles collecting with juices at just the first touch.

She was fought to keep her horn from glowing. From the romantic thoughts to the tightness of the bush, to the dirty scene ahead—it was all too much. She needed an outlet. Something to express all these coursing feelings that found no expression through neither her thoughts nor words.

I'm such a naughty filly for doing this! Twilight screamed in her mind as the pleasure soon took over her as well. Right now my hooves are working against my pussy! Why, I don't touch myself often in the privacy of my bedroom—much less out in the open! But even then, here, my hooves are simply not enough!

It was true. Twilight had both of her hooves working at her pussy, one rubbing along her slit, one drawing circles along her clit, and though it helped cool her heat, it did nothing to quell the ever persistent itches inside her vagina.

That's when her eyes glanced up. Her horn was glowing purple, contrasting slightly to the green flames lighting the scene—nearly giving herself away. For a second, and only for a second, she felt her magic tug at her vulva, a thick pillar filling her pussy, scratching that itch.

But then she ceased her magic, panting. Her face was covered in sweat, her lungs filling, not with fresh air but the dank musk made by the lovers. Their moans and groans drowned the sound of her magic for the moment. But Twilight knew she couldn't risk something like that again.

That scratch inside her pussy, though calming the itch, only made more apparent when her magic disappeared. She was left empty after being filled as she desired. Her hooves worked, hopelessly, while her eyes depended on the couple ahead to help herself finish.

Spike found a rhythm with his thrusts. The wet smacking of his thighs against Chrysalis's flanks echoed in the woods. His cocks, now coated by her wetness, pumped into her pussy with less resistance than before. The dragon could fuck her properly now, at the speed he desired, feeling her become loose by his act, allowing his dicks more space away from each other to drink in their individual pleasure.

But this wasn't meant to last for much longer. Spike had closed his eyes when he started to growl, each one growing deeper and coming further from his chest. His hips humped her pussy as fast as they could, purple blurring in the air, their wet smacks growing louder.

The dragon didn't find enough release in his growls. Throwing his body down onto the hostage, he laid his muzzle along her throat, inhaling her very scent. His lips crashed down on her body, kissing, nipping on her, growling into to while his cocks fucked her pussy senseless.

Twilight did her best to copy his pace. Even with two hooves at her own cunt, she was no match for his speed. Rubbing her pussy faster and harder, she felt her walls undulating. They welled with juices. Her pleasure had consented to a building climax—though it wasn't one she truly desired.

Spike then unleashed his loudest and deepest growl yet. Throwing himself into Chrysalis, his crotch slammed into hers at an intense speed that was impossible to sustain for much longer. This was his final stretch. The hardness of his cocks rubbed and scratch at every inch and itch of the changeling's pussy—causing her to finally raise into her air, her loudest whimper escaping past her lips, all while her eyes rolled up into her skull.

Then, with the arm around his neck, his claw gripped her shoulder. With a few more thrusts he milked the last of their joint pleasure. Then, at the feeling of the aching breaking in his crotch, he knew now was the time.

Shoving himself all the way into her warm, wet confines, Spike raised his head to her ear and proceeded to nip on it. His cocks all the way inside her pussy than welled at their half points, two balls expanding in the already small space.

If one knot was able to trap a mare to his cock, then two may nearly kill her with pleasure.

Spike couldn't tell. Never in his life had an orgasm felt this good! Shoving himself all the way inside of her, he then arched back, then his head, moaning up and out to the trees above. His cocks knotted to her pussy, pushing her walls to their extreme.

Then his cocks pulsated, throbbed, and then froze. Seconds later globs of cum shot from each of his tips, coating her innards with his steaming hotness, the final sensation against her walls burning into the incessant itches.

That was it. Chrysalis mind actually shut down from the raw pleasure that overloaded it. Letting her tongue fully dangle out of her mouth, she too arched her head back, moaning and whimpering and crying to the non-visible night sky.

The two, panting, stayed like that for quite some time. Their hips twitched and their tongues flicked around. Riding off their climaxes together, letting its current rock their spines, they soon fell together in a heap of panting messes.

Spike panted for a few seconds, catching his breath, before chuckling. His claws reached around Chrysalis's chest and pulled her in close, hugging her. Her eyes blinked, the girl slowly coming to her senses, nuzzling her some of her head against his jaw. They laid together for a moment, breathing in sync with one another, letting their bodies cool from the explosion of their joined orgasm.

It took only a moment, however, for both of his knots to finish. Slowly, both of his cocks slipped out from the pussy, which was lit slightly brighter than before. Spike didn't even bother putting away his dicks—they both knew this was only round one.

They would have taken a nap, too, to recover their stamina—were it not for the strange brushing sound coming from a bush. The couple glanced at each other, confusion their expression, before glancing at the bush.

Moans. Lots of them. Girlish squeaks repressed to whispers and whimpers echoed by the openness of the forest. Seconds later the sounds gave to an outright, muffled cry, with the sound of something splashing against the grass.

Spike was first to be alerted. He rose out of the embrace with a digit pressed against his lips, urging Chrysalis to keep quiet. Walking over the to the bush, he kept his steps quiet and, inches away from it, shoves his claw inside—grabbing something soft and yanking it out.

“Yeeeeow!” Twilight cried through the air before crashing against the ground, then rolling a few feet. She came to a stop on her back, her hind legs spread out, her plush thighs inches away from her exposed crotch. Her pussy and tail were slick by juices. “O-Oh, hum. Hehehe. H-Hi?”

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