Dragon's Rise: Spike's First Hoard

by Jest

First published 29th of July, 2019

Three friends stumble into an ancient temple deep in the Everfree, only for a master, and his two slaves to emerge from that same temple much later.

Three friends stumble into an ancient temple deep in the Everfree. Scootaloo, intent on getting her boyfriend Rumble a cutie Mark, Spike serving as the muscle, and Rumble himself, merely along for the ride. Little did they know that they would not emerge as friends, but rather as a master, and his two slaves.

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kinks include dom/sub, enslavement, cutie mark defilement, cock worship, hypnotism, bisexual ponies, cum drinking, collars, musk, and probably more that I'm forgetting.

The Journey

“I can't believe you talked me into this.” Spike lamented, trudging through the dark underbrush of the Everfree forest, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. “It's bad enough that you two just had to explore the Everfree but did you have to make me come along?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she batted aside a stray tree branch that threatened to hit her in the face. “I know the Everfree isn't quite as dangerous as it used to be, but we still need someone to protect us.”

Rumble smirked, bumping his hip against the dragon. “And what's a better bodyguard other then the mightiest dragon in Ponyville.”

Spike’s face lit up, only for that elation to quickly billow away when he made a realization. “I’m the only dragon in Ponyville.” Spike grumbled.

“And besides, we need someone else here or else Rumble would spend the entire time looking at my butt.” Scootaloo remarked with a smirk, blowing the other pony a raspberry.

“I would not!” Rumble declared, face becoming two shades redder, only to get a withering look from Scootaloo, making him crumple slightly. “What? It's a nice butt.”

It is a really nice ass, yours isn't so bad either. Spike thought to himself, biting back the errant thought that had threatened to spill past his lips.

“You know you can say I have a nice ass Rumble, I wouldn't mind.” Scootaloo remarked, flashing the colt a wink.

“Fine then.” Rumble declared, taking a step forward and walking next to Scootaloo. “You got a real nice ass Scootaloo.”

The pegasus leaned forward, pressing her lips against the colt’s and making the trio stop in order to wait at the impromptu make out session. As mouths opened and tongues intertwined, Spike stood there awkwardly, trying and failing to look away from the scene playing out before him. Though it wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened, it didn't make things any less awkward, as Spike was forced to stand there and cast furtive glances over his shoulder, waiting for the two to stop kissing.

Rumble was the first to take a step back and start walking once again. “And hey, Scootaloo never seems to think anything through, and I could use another sane creature on my side, plus we don't get to hang out much with school, and whatnot.” He announced casually, while leaving the other two people in the dust.

“H-hey!” Scootaloo yelled, cheeks puffing up as she glared at the colt, and then the dragon when he started to snicker. “Not you too!” She groaned.

Spike snickered at his friend's blushing face and quickly caught up with Rumble, bumping his first against the colt’s hoof. “Nice one Rumble.” He commented.

“Thanks dude.” Rumble replied.

Grinding her teeth, Scootaloo trotted up to the dou and flanked Spike on his right, with Rumble being on his left. “Look, I’m glad you two became friends, but not if it means you two are going to gang up on me all the time.” Scootaloo declared in a huff.

Spike sighed and raised his hands defensively. “Alright alright, it was just a joke Scoots, simmer down.”

“Humph!” Scootaloo puffed out her cheeks and turned away from the dragon.

Who frowned suddenly and looked around. “Speaking of which, why exactly are we exploring the Everfree and how did you guys find this path? It looks like it hasn't been used in ages.”

The path below them definitely looked ancient, with a thick layer of moss and dirt covering the ancient stone road that was only barely visible beneath. Trees had long since grown over most of the path, obscuring it from any who would fly over the treetops in search of it, and heavy vines hung down randomly, obscuring what lay ahead. The vegetation was so thick at some points that most would turn away, and yet, for whatever reason, Scootaloo seemed intent on pushing through it.

“Yeah Scootaloo, how did you find this path anyway?” Rumble remarked, kicking up a chunk of dirt and revealing a small patch of stone. “And is it just me or does this look like a road of some kind?”

“I found it after trying to get our manticore training cutie marks a few months ago and never had the time to explore it. Besides, with you in a bit of a funk I wanted to come here to see if we could cheer you up by getting you your cutie mark, duh.” Scootaloo replied, rolling her eyes. “Think about it Rumble, how cool would it be to get an archeology cutie mark? You could be like Daring Do!”

This time it was Rumble’s turn to roll his eyes. “You do know real archeologists spend all their time in labs staring at rocks and stuff right? Besides, that doesn't explain how you found this path, it was really far from the more explored part of the Everfree and the rest of the crusaders never heard of it.”

“Yeah Scootaloo, how did you find this anyway? Surely you didn't actually find it with the rest of the girls, or else they would know about it.” Spike added.

The filly sighed. “Look, the manticore thing really did happen, but right before we gave up I got this feeling to come here and lately it just got stronger is all.”

“Cus thats not ominous.” Rumble muttered.

“That does kinda sound weird…” Spike remarked with a shrug. “But so long as we are back for supper I don't mind the weird.”

“That's the spirit! I mean, kind of anyway.” Scootaloo frowned, only to shake her head. “Come on you two, you have to admit it would be pretty cool if we found something way out here. Spike, you’ve read lots of books, isn't there a legend of some lost city or something in the Everfree.”

The dragon snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “There are plenty of rumours but they hold as much water as a sieve.”

“Well my brother says there is a lost city of dragons that's older than recorded history deep in the unexplored part of the Everfree.” Rumble whispered in a hushed town, extending a hoof and waving it across the vegetation before him. “A vast empire of ancient dragons that ruled over everything.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Isn't this the same brother that said Atlantis was real, and that Equestria is flat?”

Rumble wilted visibly, his features falling. “M-maybe.”

Scootaloo smirked and trotted a few steps ahead, head held high. “I told you he is a weirdo.”

“Hey my brother isn't weird! He's just…” Rumble frowned, his jaw slamming shut. “Okay maybe he's a little weird.”

The dragon standing next to him shrugged. “Nothing wrong with being a little weird, as Celestia always says.”

Rumble raised an eyebrow at the drake, taking a step back. “Does she really say that?”

Spike chuckled to himself. “No, but you believed me for a second didn't you?”

“Augh, you are the worst.” Rumble moaned, while Scootaloo just laughed.

Together the trio continued deeper and deeper into the forest, following the cobblestone road and keeping a sharp eye out for anything dangerous that they might cross paths with.

“Augh, its been hours.” Spike whined. “If we don't find something in another hour I am turning around and going home. I can't bear to stop and wait for you two to make out again.”

Rumble wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. “Sorry about that Spike. But come to think of it I have to agree with Spike this time, this is going too far. I mean, how far away are we anyway? I don't recognize anything, even when I flew above the trees.”

Scootaloo frowned, as she continued to lead her little troupe further into the forest. “I mean we gotta be getting close to something right?” She half asked half stated.

“I don't know Scootaloo, nothing seems different from the last four hours we've been walking.” Rumble whined.

“Oh come on, it hasn't been four hours, don't be such a baby.” Scootaloo shot back.

Rumble grumbled silently to himself, and though Spike wanted to say something in an attempt to convince Scootaloo to stop, he suddenly found himself unable to speak, his lips not reacting to his commands. He felt a sudden urge, a foreign desire he had never given voice to, surge to the forefront of his mind and make him imagine a scene he would have never consciously thought of.

He saw Rumble and Scootaloo bound and collared with leashes leading from said collars to his outstretched hand, which gripped the leather tightly. Their bodies were dripping with sweat, and fluids he knew in an instant were his doing, as he had marked them as his own. Then, all of a sudden the image vanished and the couple’s bickering came back into focus only for the trio to hear a sudden crack and stopped dead in their tracks.

“What was that?” Rumble asked, looking around nervously.

“I don't know, but it sounded like-” Whatever Scootaloo had been about to say was lost when the ground suddenly opened up and swallowed her whole.

“Scootaloo!” Both dragon and pony yelled in unison, diving forward and toward the flightless pegasus a second too late.

The orange pony was gone, leaving the males to scramble up to where she had vanished, and look down into the pit she had vanished into. The hole was dark, and deep, and for a second they both feared the worst, until a cough, and the shifting of dirt and debris alerted them to the fact their fellow explorer was still very much alive.

“Scootaloo!” Rumble yelled, his wings buzzing as he leapt down the large pit, headless to any possible danger.

A second later Spike flew down after him, his wings flapping hard to ensure he didn't come down too fast. “Hold on, were coming!” He yelled.

Below him, from the mass of dirt and stone emerged a familiar orange pegasus, who although was covered head to hoof in dirt and grime, seemed none the worse for wear. “I’m -oof, alright.” She muttered, wiping the debris that clung to her features.

Rumble landed first, and eagerly ran up to the filly, his eyes going up and down her body, his hooves touching her all over. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you feel my hoof?” He asked.

Scootaloo wiggled her butt slightly before nodding confidently. “Yeah, I’m fine, the dirt broke my fall.”

“You were pretty darn lucky.” Spike commented, landing beside the pair. “You could have been crushed you know.”

Scootaloo gulped as she looked around. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty luck, wait, what's that?” She muttered, pointing towards the north wall, where there was a large opening in what looked like solid stone.

“What the…” Spike muttered, looking over to where a large, nearly fifteen foot by fifteen foot opening emerged.

The hole they were in was quite large, easily a few feet bigger than the opening by a good bit, and now that he looked around, Spike noticed that the wall the entrance was carved into was perfectly cut stone while the other walls were simple dirt. Looking around, Spike turned upwards, realizing that the block Scootaloo had inadvertently broke was a single, monumental slab, the remains of which they were now standing on.

The gears turned in Spike’s mind, and he quickly realized that this entrance had been sealed off purposefully, though why that had been done eluded him for the moment.

Ahead of him, Scootaloo carefully trotted forward, peering into the dark with wide, curios eyes. Only to be stopped by Rumble’s hoof several feet from the door. “Wait, don't you think this is a little weird?” He asked.

Scootaloo frowned. “I mean obviously.”

“We need to go back and tell Twilight or somepony.” Rumble declared. “Me and Spike can lift you out of here and if were lucky we can make it back before nightfall, provided your not actually hurt.”

Scootaloo shook her head and stamped her hoof. “We came all this way, and you just want to turn around now? No way. Not happening.”

“Augh Scootaloo…” Rumble sighed and turned to Spike. “Help me out here man, tell her how crazy this is. She just fell down a hole after breaking through a solid stone lab for Celestia’s sake!”

“I mean a little, but…” Spike took a step forward, something about the tunnel drawing him in. “It couldn't hurt to look a little bit first right?”

Defeated, Rumble let out another sigh. “At least give us torches or something.”

Scootaloo smirked, and bumped her coltfriend's hip as Spike rummaged around in search of something that could serve as a torch.

Lucky for him, they seemed to have inadvertently brought with them several large chunks of long dead roots. Breathing deeply, Spike let loose a short burst of fire, lighting their impromptu torches and enabling his friends to see. “What about you?” Rumble asked, noticing that Spike didn't take one for himself.

“Dragons can see in the dark.” Spike explained, pointing to his eyes, which shifted subtly as Rumble watched, his pupils dilating.

“Yeah, they can even see heat signatures, right Spike?” Scootaloo added.

The dragon nodded. “We can, and it's called infravision.”

Rumble chuckled as he took his torch. “Sounds like something out of ogres and oubliettes.”

“Just keep your eyes out for traps.” Scootaloo remarked, following close behind Spike as he began to stride purposefully down the tunnel.

Pouting to himself, Rumble followed at the back, grumbling the entire way.

The trio continued deeper into the strange structure, each one noticing just how wide, and perfectly cut the walls and floor were. Whoever had made it, had clearly been massive, as evidence by just how high the ceiling was. “Whowee. This place is huge.” Rumble remarked. “Who do you think could have built this place?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “Dunno, minotaurs maybe?”

Spike shook his head, stopping and running a hand across the smooth wall. “Ancient minotaurs never pushed this far, and even if they did these pillars are not like anything they have ever made before.”

The two ponies strained their sight, peering into the darkness only to notice that there were a set of pillars just ahead, one on each side of the hallway. “Huh, would you look at that.” Rumble muttered, following Scootaloo as she made her way over to the closest one.

The pillar was not unlike a stone flame that somehow twisted up from the ground to ceiling. The edges had dulled somewhat overtime but each creature who looked upon the pillar could imagine that at one point they had been quite sharp. As they continued to stare Spike ran his hand down the pillar, frowning as he looked down at his open palm where a hint of black dust rested.

“What is it Spike?” Rumble asked, taking a step closer to the drake.

“I don't know, this place feels strange…” He wiped the dust off on his side and turned deeper into the tunnel, a claw pointing off into the distance. “There is some sort of painting or something just up ahead, we should check it out.”

Scootaloo eagerly followed her friends, while Rumble remained at the back, only following after he had raised his torch high and gulped down his fear. “R-right behind you.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

Together the trio made their way closer to the thing Spike had seen. As they neared the end of the hall they noticed that it stopped suddenly, only to open up on either side, forming one long hall that went both right and left. They hardly even noticed this new development however, as there was a massive, nearly floor to ceiling carving inlaid in the wall, one that made both ponies shiver in fear while Spike remained wide eyed and curious.

Before them stood an enormous dragon that leered down at them from on high, his eyes illuminated by the flickering of their torches, revealing twin rubies that looked down at the trio. Where modern dragons had more exaggerated features, and large, almost toonish limbs, this one was far more sleek, his wings nearly three times as large as he was. Most other dragons had large, expressive eyes, this one had thin slats that promised death to his enemies, and fear to those who had yet to become his enemy. At his clawed feat was a great mound of ash, in which some kind of writing could be seen.

“Well that's not scary at all.” Rumble remarked.

Scootaloo nodded. “What do you think it says Spike?”

The dragon shrugged. “The dragon language died out centuries ago, and I don't even know if this is it, but…” He trailed off, his clawed hand gently gliding past the strange writing.

“But what?” Rumble asked, stepping a little closer, and squinting in order to stare closer at the words.

“N-nothing.” Spike stuttered, only to shake his head and take a step back. “Whatever it says its from a language no one alive can speak.”

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up and she took a step closer, placing a hoof against the writing. “Does this mean nopony has ever found this place before?”

The dragon shrugged. “I think so, I’ve never seen anything like this in Twilight’s books and she was really into archeology and ancient cultures when she first started reading Daring Do.”

The filly gasped and grabbed Rumble by the shoulder, shaking him. “Do you know what this means Rumble?”

“That we might never be able to read it and that we should probably leave now as its likely there are ancient traps that have yet to be triggered?” Rumble deadpanned.

“I mean that too, but this is is a historic discovery that nopony has seen in hundreds and maybe even thousands of years! Quick, check your butt!” Scootaloo announced, all but shoving the colt so everyone could take a look at said butt.

Blushing profusely, Rumble turned and looked down at his still bare flank. “See, I told you this wasn't going to work.”

Spike meanwhile, was busy staring at the colt’s flanks, noting that they were a little larger than the average colt’s to the point that he nearly had a bigger butt then Scootaloo. Nopony noticed his blush, an expression Spike quickly hid as the two began to argue, giving him the cover he needed to try and dismiss the red tint that had come to his cheeks.

Come on Spike, your straight remember, you don't like cute, jiggly stallion butt, even if you really want to-. No! The dragon shook his head vigorously. I’m straight! Why, just look at Scootaloo, she's gorgeous and that's exactly what I like, not stupid sexy Rumble. The dragon’s groan thankfully went unnoticed by his friends, who continued to bicker.

“-maybe we just have to go a little deeper!” Scootaloo declared, grinning triumphantly.

Or maybe I could just go a little deeper inside that gorgeous butt of yours. Spike thought lecherously to himself, only half fighting the urges at this point.

“Or maybe it's not my destiny to be an archeologist.” Rumble replied, rolling his eyes.

Because it's your destiny to spend all day and night bouncing on my cock. Spike thought, smirking to himself as he imaged exactly that happening right here and now.

“How can we know for sure if we don't try at least?” Scootaloo implored.

“I think this counts as trying, we made a discovery, we figured out it was older than dirt, now we go home and get the experts.” Rumble declared evenly.

Scootaloo huffed. “Well I think we should split up and check it out a little more, maybe if you were alone you would get your cutie mark.”

“Augh fine, but after ten minutes of not getting a cutie mark we meet back here and leave. Deal?” Rumble implored, sticking out his hoof.

The filly nodded, clopping her hoof against Rumbles. “Deal.”

Spike shook his head, shocked out of his stupor by the clopping of hooves and silently hoping neither pony noticed that he had just been off in his own world for the last minute. Having been too busy imagining them servicing him sexually in a variety of manners to listen to what they were saying.

The colt immediately turned and continued down the left tunnel, slowly being swallowed by the darkness before he turned and disappeared into a side room. Spike shook his head and looked away from the intimidating dragon, catching Scootaloo just as she was about to leave as well. “Hey, do you really think its Rumble’s destiny to be an archeologist?” He asked suddenly, grabbing her shoulder before she had the chance to leave.

Scootaloo shrugged. “Probably not, but this is way too cool to leave yet, besides he's been in a bit of a funk lately and what's better to take your mind off the mundane then something as cool as this?”

“I mean I guess.” Spike murmured, releasing his grip on the filly and allowing her to take a step back, silently wishing he had someone who cared about him in the way that Scootaloo cared for Rumble.

“So, are you coming with me or are you going to keep staring at that weird dragon.” Scootaloo remarked with a smirk.

“He's not weird!” Spike declared surprisingly forcefully, only to immediately sigh, and ran a hand down the spines on his head and breath deeply. “I mean, I’m going to try and figure out this writing for a bit.”

Scootaloo gave him a strained look before shrugging and turning around. “Alright, suit yourself but don't go far, we don't want to get too split up.”

“I won't.” Spike murmured, turning back to the large, imposing figure of the massive dragon.

Looking up at it Spike couldn't help but be struck by the sheer scale of the relief before him, as it made the dragon seem hundreds of metres tall despite the fact that there was nothing on it to really help him judge the actual scale. The longer he looked the more the dragon seemed to be less intimidating then he appeared at first glance and Spike found his attention drawn up to it's ruby gaze which looked down at him.

“What was that?” Spike asked while spinning around, chasing a faint whisper he thought he heard.

Turning left and right as well as completely around revealed that the hall behind him, as well as the one that his friends had both gone down were completely empty and there wasn't so much as a wisp of dust to suggest that anyone had even been near him. Nostrils flaring, the dragon tried to detect the scent of the creature that had whispered, only to find that there was only the same stale, dusty smell that had first hit him when they had begun to explore the strange structure.

“Huh, weird.” Spike muttered.

The dragon turned around, only to find that the dragon had lowered itself to his eye level, its ruby eyes now staring into Spike’s. “What the-!” Spike yelled, falling backwards and wincing as he landed on his tail.

Rubbing the sore limb, the dragon looked back up to find that the relief was as normal as ever, the dragon having not moved an inch from its tall, intimidating pose. “Weird…” Spike muttered, staring close at the large, angular dragon, as if daring it to move.

When nothing happened for several long seconds the young drake shrugged and went back to studying the unreadable words. Words that began to become more familiar with each passing second, leading Spike’s eyes towards one that stood out from the rest. It was a larger word, both literally, as in it took up more of the wall, but it also had more letters then the rest. Reaching forward, Spike found his hand drawn to the word, his fingers caressing the elegant, flowing script he could not understand.

Just as he was about to pull back, he felt a sudden, almost overpowering urge to push forward, an urge he could not resist before it was too late. The word he pressed clicked, and sunk into the wall, now becoming uniform with the rest. The second this happened, Spike took a wary step back before glancing down at his hand and wondering what had overtaken him. Shrugging it off, the young drake looked up, wary of the larger dragon suddenly moving on him when he wasn't looking. Yet it hadn’t moved at all, and instead something far stranger had occurred.

A small hole had opened up in the wall just below the word he had pressed. How it had emerged without creating a sound was beyond him, but that wasn't what concerned him, as the hole seemed nearly exactly his height and width, as if it had been made for him. As he stared at it, he felt his feet begin to move, carrying him closer, and drawing his eye into the darkness that lay beyond the entrance to the strange new opening.

It took all his will power just to stop himself, the dragon shaking his head vigorously. “Rumble! Scootaloo! I found something!” He yelled, turning left and right.

When no one responded, the dragon could feel his will melting away, an unseen force pulling him towards the hole and guiding him deeper into the underground structure. “I’m going to check something out, I’ll be right back!” He called, before stumbling forward, a glazed expression crossing his face as he crossed the threshold and walked into the strange passageway.

Unknown to the young drake, the hole he had barely slipped through had silently closed behind him, Spike too busy stumbling forward to notice. All around him were numerous reliefs depicting hundreds, if not thousands of scenes ranging from dragons simply flying, to great wars between what looked like alicorns and dragons and numerous more mundane images as well. Spike gawked silently at the the various images, yet found himself continually drawn forward, his curiosity overruled by a much stronger will than his own.

Where the chamber opened up significantly, depicting one final scene showing the same massive dragon Spike saw earlier, only this time he stood over a seemingly endless parade of collared ponies, griffons, zebras and all manner of creature, all of whom were looking down in abject defeat. Spike’s jaw hung open and he looked up to the great dragon, noting that he was grinning madly, a lecherous grin on his face as he looked down over his numerous slaves.

“Spike.” A deep voice suddenly spoke.

“Who said that?” Spike yelled, turning around only to find that he was as alone as ever.

“Gaze upon my visage, young dragon.” The voice commanded, only this time it was clearly coming from the image Spike had seen earlier.

Slowly, the young dragon turned and looked up to find that a familiar gleam now shone from the dragon’s ruby eyes, giving the impression that the great dragon was looking down upon him. “It is good that our kind still lives, though your physique is strange, and… round.” The voice announced, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I have glimpsed your mind and seen the result of the alicorn’s judgement and what I have seen saddens me deeply.”

“Well I am only a baby, as far as dragons go anyway.” Spike remarked, only to face palm. “What am I doing, talking to a wall, get it together Spike.”

“Hmm, interesting.” The voice announced. “You are clearly intelligent, educated even, but you look upon our history with wonder, and confusion. Why is this?”

“Our history?” Spike murmured, turning back and gazing down the hall where he had seen the many hundreds of images. “You mean the migrations and that big battle were all real?”

“There were many migrations, and many, many battles, all of which did happen.” The voice announced, growing sadder. “We were defeated, as you have no doubt realized. The alicorn’s magic and command over the sun and moon enabled them to overpower and destroy us. In the end we lost almost everything and were forced to submit or to slumber for all eternity.”

“Thats crazy.” Spike murmured, staring in awe up at the great dragon. “But what does this have to do with me? And who are you for that matter and how are you talking to me through a wall anyway?”

“My name has been forgotten to time no less, and is now irrelevant.” The dragon leaned down, its body flickering between several images, as it were a comic book character that lacked several in between drawings. “I am able to speak to you due to my power being too great to be fully sealed by the alicorn’s judgement. A part of my mind that is not forced to dream forever is able to project up into this very temple where I have waited for millenia. Though again, that matters little, for what truly matters is that there still exists hope to rebuild what was lost, but first you must be taught.”

“Taught what? And I’m really not okay with the whole rebuilding an empire thing.” Spike muttered, taking a step back and raising his hands.

“No, you aren't ready for that are you? But we dragons live a long time, and I think you will find that we can be very, very patient.” The voice remarked, the dragon’s bulk lowering until he once more looked Spike in the eye. “For now you will be taught only a single thing, something that will help you get what you desire.”

“What desire? I don't desire anything…” Spike replied defensively, his mind instantly conjuring images of all the things he had imagined doing with both Rumble and Scootaloo.

“Oh, but I can see it in your eyes, you gaze upon your… companions, with lust in your eyes. You desire them, you deserve them, and I will teach you how to make them yours.” The voice announced, his words ringing in the young dragon’s ears, making him unable to turn away.

The young drake wanted to deny it, to tell this stupid old carving to go shove it, but, he couldn't. The truth was obvious, even though he wished desperately to deny it. He wanted them, not only Scootaloo but Rumble as well, the young ponies both having certain attractive aspects of their physiology that drew Spike’s eye. As he stood there, transfixed by the dragon’s ruby gaze, he was forced to admit that not only did he desire them, he wanted them both to serve him, to become his and his alone.

Shaking his head, Spike grunted, tearing his gaze from the rubies. “N-no. Your wrong, that's wrong! I don't want anything like that, they are my friends and I care-.”

“Though it is good that you care for your future slaves but they are definitely not your friends, nor should they be.” The dragon interrupted sneering down at his younger. “You are a member of the elder race, the heir apparents of all the world. We watched the ponies go from mere animals to the primitive savages that now litter this world, having spread themselves to all corners of the globe.”

The dragon’s image grew larger and larger as he seemed to draw closer to whatever barrier that held him at bay. Raising a first, the great dragon clenched his clawed hand tightly, smoke forming around his nose and slowly rising to the ceiling and vanishing. “We have the absolute right, no, authority to take whatever we desire.” Images of ponies lining up to suck Spike’s cock filled his mind, each one’s mouth dripping with saliva, desiring nothing more than to serve him.

“From slaves, to land, to lives, all live and die at our whims. You are not ready for this realization, for you to become the instrument for our rebirth, but that will come with time. For now, I will teach you an ability they made us forget.” The dragon sneered, spitting out the word they like it was venom.

“W-what are you talking about?” Spike muttered, looking up in horror at the great elder dragon looming over him.

“Our authority was absolute.” He stated, a small smile coming over his face. “And it was with this authority that we took the very minds of our cattle, turning them not only against each other, but themselves.” To further drive home the point, Spike saw flashes of everypony he knew bowing to him, prostrating themselves before the young drake, ready and willing to serve him in whatever manner the dragon desired.

“I-I can't, Rumble is a guy and I-” Spike blubbered, trying to come up with any excuse he could muster.

“That matters little. I know very well of your leanings, young drake and there is no shame in appreciating both genders.” The dragon shook his head. “And worry not of their opinions for they both don't matter in the grand scheme of things and will be rendered moot as they will not find out unless it is too late, unless…” The dragon leaned down, getting much closer to Spike’s level but not entirely. “Unless you are a fool. And you are not a fool, are you young Spike?”

For a moment the world stood still, a silent battle of wills occupying the entirety of Spike’s mind. He saw rows and rows of ponies bending the knee to him, swearing fealty to the young dragon and meaning every word they said. He saw Scootaloo and Rumble standing at either side of him, each one shouting orders to the new slaves which were arrayed before him, each one presenting themselves to him, begging to serve.

Spike fought back by biting his lip and trying to conjure images of his friends, family and loved ones, but each time he did he saw them twisted, perverted and bent to serve him. Each time he saw another pony he knew being bent to his will, he felt a small part of him break, and slowly, inch by inch, he felt himself losing ground against the elder dragon.

Try as he might, the ancient was far stronger than him, and despite his continued resistance he could feel himself grow hard, turned on by the endless parade of stallions and mares that threw themself at him. It was endless, and after what felt like minutes, he felt something deep inside of him snap, opening his mind to the full intensity of the elder dragon’s will.

The elder dragon’s eyes flashed, a bright wave of red light illuminating the room before sinking into the young drake’s eyes and beneath his flesh. For a moment Spike said nothing, did nothing, merely standing there, his mind at war with the suggestion his elder had given him. The war did not last much longer though, and Spike shook his head and nodded, having realized the truth of the old dragon’s words in addition to just how much he liked the idea of having his own slaves sounded in his mind.

Images of both Rumble and Scootaloo prostrating themselves before him were the most potent of those images, and they made a heat begin to burn in his loins, and the longer he thought of it, the more he craved it. He wanted to fuck them, to use them, to make them his toys, obedient to the last and wanting nothing but to fulfill his every command.

“You are right, I am no fool. Please, teach me the way.” Spike murmured, turning his head down slightly in respect.

“I already have.” The dragon intoned, a slight smile coming to his scaly face. “You have but to look your target in the eye and give them a command and it will be so.” Just as Spike was about to turn away, the dragon raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “But be wary, you will be unable to dominate mind’s superior to your own, train yourself, take your first slaves and in time you will acquire all you desire.”

“Where should I begin?” The young dragon asked, unsure of his new abilities, and hungry for direction.

“The female has wandered into the old slave holds, go to her, take her, and make her your own, the male will soon follow.” The dragon spoke, before stepping back and slowly retaking the same position he was first found in. “Now go, and take the first step towards your destiny.”

“I will, elder.” Spike murmured before nodding one last time and turning away, a confident smile on his face and a faint glimmer of scarlet energy shimmering around his eyes.

Scootaloo leaned down and poked a strange metal collar resting on the floor, musing silently on what it would be used for. All around the room was writing in the same script as they saw at the beginning of the hallway, and though she couldn't read it, looking at it gave her a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Instead of contemplating the words further she decided to dig through the what looked like a solid stone dresser of some kind.

Though she was too weak to open any of the drawers, the bottom one was already open, revealing the collars she was staring at right now. “Thats weird.” Scootaloo remarked as she lifted one of the collars.

It was solid metal, a kind she had never seen before, and though it was obviously as ancient as the structure they now resided within, there were no scratches or blemishes whatsoever. The metal itself was also slightly warm to the touch, while also being as smooth as polished marble. It looked large enough to easily fit around her neck with room to spare, and maybe even fit around the neck of someone really big like Big Macintosh or maybe even princess Celestia if it was extended slightly using the screws in the sides.

The young mare placed the collar back into the drawer and took a step back, weirded out by the odd vibes it and this entire room was giving off. Looking around, Scootaloo noticed that there were other strange stone furniture that seemed built to contain a great many things of various sizes, in the centre of which was a large metal half circle that was bolted to the floor.

Walking over to it, Scootaloo gave it a poke, but found that other then it being made of the same creepy metal as the collars, there was nothing strange about it. Frowning to herself, Scootaloo stared for a few more seconds before reluctantly shrugging and turning around.

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The Destination

And nearly running directly into Spike, who had been standing silently behind her. “Holy shit, what the fuck!” Scootaloo yelled before tumbling onto her butt.

“Woah there Scootaloo, it's just me.” Spike replied in an oddly calm, and reserved manner.

“Fuck dude, you scared the shit out of me.” Scootaloo remarked.

The dragon only smirked slightly, extending a hand towards the fallen pony. “Here, allow me.”

“From creepy stalker to patient gentle stallion.” Scootaloo muttered. “What's gotten into you?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, it was just a little scare. Now are you going to get up or what?”

Scootaloo took one look at his clawed hand only to sigh and reluctantly place a foreleg in his grip, allowing the dragon to pull her up into a standing position in a single heave. Something made her stop after she stood, the pony looking down at his hand, confused by just how warm her hoof felt, and how that heat seemed to radiate throughout her body, filling her with odd and foreign feelings.

When he pulled his hand back and released Scootaloo’s hoof she felt oddly… disappointed, like she just had snack stolen away from her right before she was about to eat it. Shaking her head, Scootaloo tried to push away the strange feelings running through her body, focusing instead on the odd look on Spike’s face.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “Your face looks a little flush.”

“I’m fine.” Scootaloo whispered, only to turn suddenly, distracting herself and Spike by pointing at the writing on the walls. “Can you read that?”

“Smooth Scootaloo, real smooth.” Spike muttered, before taking a step beside his friend and narrowing his gaze at the odd words. “Not really, but I feel like I’m starting to get the hang of the letters a little.”

“But I thought you said you never seen a language like this?” Scootaloo pressed, hoping the dragon didn't notice the blush that was only now dissipating from her cheeks.

“I did, but that doesn't mean I can't figure it out over time.” He explained, leaning in and pointing to one of the strange squiggly letters seemingly at random. “See this one is found in most other words, meaning it might be a vowel like A, or I.”

“Huh.” Scootaloo muttered, peering a little closer at the words, and finding that he was indeed correct, though the words were still gibberish to her.

As Spike continued to scan the words Scootaloo felt his hand suddenly rest on her neck and slowly run down her back before returning to her neck where he repeated this action over and over again. Instantly the odd heat seemed to return to Scootaloo’s body, though this time it wasn't quite as intense, and felt kind of nice. It was akin to curling up and snuggling with another pony next to a fire and Scootaloo felt herself take an almost imperceptibly small step towards the dragon.

Something Spike didn't really seem to notice as he peered intently at the writing, his eyes flickering back and forth across the strange script. All while his clawed hand continued to caress the pony’s back and neck, making her shiver in delight each time his fingers touched her once more.

This continued for several minutes, with Scootaloo feeling increasingly hot as time passed, the heat growing steadily within her, as did her own confusion. This wasn't a normal thing that two friends did and it's not something her and Spike had ever done before, that much was obvious. It also felt really good though, and it wasn't hurting anyone, right? After all, it wasn't like they were kissing or something like that. Scootaloo couldn't think of a real reason to ask him to stop and simply allowed the dragon to continue, his fingers slipping through her fur and continuing to caress the soft flesh beneath.

Scootaloo’s blush returned with a vengeance and the pony could feel her face begin to light up as she felt that blush intensify the longer Spike petted her. That was until he shifted suddenly, his hand no longer going all the way up to her neck before coming down her back and instead beginning to stray further down her back, close to the pony’s flanks. His body shifted slightly as well, allowing him to pet lower and lower, his clawed hand making Scootaloo shiver in anticipation.

The logical part of her mind knew she should tell him to stop, he was only getting lower as time went on after all, and it wouldn't be long before they crossed a line that Scootaloo wasn't sure she should cross. Despite this fact, Scootaloo couldn't seem to muster the nerve to tell him to stop, something about raising her voice against him feeling oddly wrong, as if she did not have the authority to demand such a thing of the dragon.

Even a subtle shift, ending with the dragon gently caressing his hand across her teats could not dissuade this feeling of wrongness. The dragon’s remarkably soft, scaled hand abandoned any attempt to pet and caress Scootaloo’s back and instead focusing entirely on playing with her teats. They were small, as she was young, and still growing, but her aunt’s had mentioned that they were big for a filly her age, meaning she would likely be fairly well endowed when she reached full adulthood.

Which also meant that Spike had plenty to grab and play with as his fingers roved over her body, pinching and squeezing her soft, tender flesh. Each time those warm digits touched one of the filly’s remarkably sensitive nipples she felt a small bolt of electricity run through her, making the heat inside her grow more and more intense. To the point that she felt her young pussy begin to twitch with anticipation, a slow trickle of arousal growing around her privates.

This continued for nearly a minute, with the dragon exploring Scootaloo’s teats and touching her wherever he pleased, and Scootaloo finding herself being drawn into the act more as time went on. She even stood on the tips of her hooves in order to give her friend better access to her teats and the rest of her body, allowing him to play with her as much as he wanted to.

That was until his hand moved even further back, and began to stray close to the filly’s aching pussy. Then, something changed, and Scootaloo began to wonder if what was happening should even be happening. Sure it felt good, strangely good at that, the dragon’s clawed finger gently running down her drooling slit and drawing a shiver from the filly.

His finger slipping inside her was the last straw though, and suddenly Scootaloo jerked forward, turning back at her friend and glaring at him. “What are you doing?” She shouted.

Spike shrugged. “You seemed fine with it until now.”

“That was, I was…” Scootaloo shook her head. “There has to be some sort of magic on this place or something, because I don't want that, not from you anyway.”

“Really now?” Spike asked, stepping forward and raising his glistening claw. “Because this seems to say otherwise.”

Scootaloo batted his hand out of the way, blushing furiously. “I don't know why that happened and it doesn't matter because I don't like you like that.”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? Because before I stopped you were positively dripping with anticipation. Werent you?”

Scootaloo’s mouth hung open, and though a response was on the tip of her tongue, she couldn't give it voice, the words dying on her lips. For something in Spike’s eyes caught her attention and held it firmly, dissuading any attempt to deny the dragon his due. Deep within his usually normal green orbs was a strange fire, a dark radiance that captured Scootaloo’s attention and drew her deeper. It was undeniably terrible, a power that seemed to radiate malice, and cruelty, yet it was also unnervingly beautiful and it took Scootaloo stumbling back another step for the filly to break free from it's control.

“I wasn't.” She whispered, the words leaving a bad taste in the filly’s mouth.

“Now I know that's a lie.” Spike announced, taking a step forward, and gently cupping Scootlaoo’s chin. “Isn't it, my pet?”

The filly struggled to pull her head away, and when that failed, resorted to simply doing her best to not look into the dragon’s eyes. “N-no.” She muttered.

“You shouldn't speak lies, little pet. I may have to punish you if you do.” Spike whispered, leaning closer and gently tugging Scootaloo’s chin up and forcing their eyes to meet.

“N-no, I didn't. I mean…” Scootaloo all but whispered, her voice falling away completely when she was forced to look into Spike’s terrifying eyes once more.

“Tell your master you lied, you know you want to.” Spike commanded, one hand gently running down the filly’s neck while the other kept her chin firmly in place.

“N-no, p-please.” Scootaloo whined, her entire body aching to move, yet was unable to, her muscles betraying her and leaving her stationary.

This time Spike didn't have to speak, as a firm glare was all it took to break the filly’s floundering will, making her to face the fact that she had indeed lied to him. Something in that realization nearly made the filly’s knees buckle as she was forced to face the fact that she had wronged Spike. Though she was able to push away from that sentiment, and escape the cloying thoughts that even now tried to claw at the edge of her mind, she couldn't rid herself of them completely and she knew they would not relent until she gave him what he wanted.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered, her lips moving on their own. “I did lie to you.”

“That's what I thought.” Spike declared.

The filly shivered, her eyes nearly watering under the intense gaze of the dragon. “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” She whispered.

Spike frowned, and pretended to think about it for a second before both of his hands slipped around the filly’s neck and kept her gaze rooted on his own. “I will forgive you, if you let me put this collar on you.” Spike declared, raising the thick collar with his tail for emphasis.

“I don't know it looks heavy and…” Scootaloo muttered, her voice growing quieter and quieter as she continued to stare into Spike’s eyes, her resistance melting away. “I suppose I could put it on, it won't be too uncomfortable will it?”

Spike shook his head. “You will come to love it. Of that, I’m certain.”

Scootaloo nodded weakly, allowing Spike to gently slip the collar around her neck, securing the metal object tightly by way of a heavy screw on the side. The clack of a lock sliding into place signalled that this was it, and that there was no way Scootaloo was going to escape the heavy metal object without Spike’s help. The weight around her neck was significant, but it wasn't nearly as cold as Scootaloo had first thought it was, and the mare couldn't help but feel better now that it's strangely familiar weight was a constant companion to her.

For a moment she merely stood there, a hoof rubbing along the nearly two inch wide metal collar, marveling at just how good it felt. Though that didn't get dismiss the strangeness, or the wrongness that came with the collar’s weight. Ultimately the filly chose not to think of the sexual undertones that came with the collar, or the less than subtle implications of being forced to become Spike’s pet.

Not like she truly was… well, a pet.

Shaking her head, Scootaloo tried not to think about any of the implications of such a thing, desperately clinging to the hope that this was all a misunderstanding, or something. A hope that didn't last long as she noticed Spike now approached her with a leash in one hand and an expectant look on his face.

“Hold still.” He commanded.

The pony whimpered slightly, pulling back. “Where did you even get something like that?” She asked.

“Dragons made things to last centuries. As unlike you ponies, we live for a long, long time.” Spike explained before reaching out a hand. “Now come here, we need to put on your leash.”

Scootaloo continued to blush, and despite the shame she felt burning inside her, she couldn't help but feel strangely aroused by his demanding tone. Nevermind the fact that she was going to be leashed like a common animal, which she felt particularly aroused by. This arousal was compounded by his focused glare and strangely intense gaze which held Scootaloo’s attention. After only a few seconds of staring into his eyes Scootaloo felt her will melt a little and she leaned forward once more, allowing Spike to hook the leash to her collar.

“There we go.” Spike began. “Now doesn't that feel nice?”

Scootaloo’s blush grew brighter still and the pony found herself nodding before she could even consider how she wanted to answer such an odd question. “S-sorta.” She whispered.

“Good.” Spike tugged on the leash, forcing the pony to trot forward, bringing her close to Spike and making her feel more acutely the aura of submission that radiated off him in waves. “Because now you are going to suck my cock.”

Scootaloo opened her mouth to speak, but found that no words came to her lips and she merely looked down in confusion, somehow only now noticing that the dragon was hard, very hard. Not only that, but his cock and balls had slipped forth from the hidden sheath most dragons had, leaving his genetalia exposed to the open air. Which had the adverse effect of making Scootaloo able to smell the heavy musk that permeated the room, and now her nostrils.

The young pony had some experience with such a smell, having learned about it from sex ed, and experienced it when her and Rumble had made out, but nothing could have prepared her for how powerful his scent was. The heavy aroma filled her nostrils like smoke, coating her airways in it's pungent scent and making her nose twitch as she continued to breathe it in. It was only now that she realized that his powers of persuasion also originated from this heady scent of his, in addition to the aura that surrounded him and the penetrating gaze that seemed to melt her very will.

It all culminated in a field that surrounded the filly completely, making her thoughts start to rebel and her body to fight against her very mind. All of which compounded and made her want to do nothing more then bend over and give herself to the dragon fully. She was not so weak as to give in completely though and even if she couldn't run, couldn't escape, and count or raise her hoof against him, she could at least refuse to give into him so quickly. Though even then, she knew that resistance wouldn't last forever, and if she didn't find a way out of this situation, she would inevitably end up giving the dragon everything he demanded of her.

Scootaloo tried to pull away, tried to tear her gaze away from the dragon’s dominating presence, but a firm hold on her leash kept her from going far. “I don't want to.” She whispered weakly, her cry of denial turning into little more than mostly hushed protest.

“Fine. Then all you have to do is stare at my dick for a few seconds, and if you still don't want to suck it, I won't make you.” Spike directed, tugging the leash and forcing Scootaloo to look down at his exposed cock.

Gulping, the pegasus nodded meekly, allowing herself to be pulled down. “O-okay.” She muttered, her gaze now firmly focused on his erection.

It was large, well large for his age anyway, coming in at probably two or three inches bigger then Rumble’s was, who also lacked the rather plump, and juicy balls the dragon had dangling below his dick. It was also much different from her fellow pony’s was, as the dragon’s tip was slightly more pointed than the flat head of a stallion’s. It was also bumped and ridged seemingly at random, and at the base of it was slightly larger, though not so much larger as to look like a knot or something like that.

Scootaloo felt her pussy begin to quiver at the sight, her lungs filling and refilling with the potent pheromones that now seemed to coat the filly’s nose and mouth with their pungent aroma. She gulped, trying to push down this feeling of intense arousal and to remain sane, and though initially successful, each second it became harder and harder to maintain this resistance.

Each second was a hammer blow against her will, breaking her down more and more with each breath she took and each new tiny detail she noticed about Spike’s cock. Though initially she had been completely resistant to the idea of sucking that fat delicious dick, after staring at it, and bathing in it's scent for so long, Scootaloo began to warm up to the idea. Not only figuratively but also literally, as her body began to heat up, and her mind began to wander, the filly wondering what it would taste like, what it would feel like, and if he would enjoy her sucking it.

“So, what do you think?” Spike asked with a smirk, tugging Scootaloo’s leash and causing her muzzle to come within an inch of his twitching cock.

“It's… I…” Scootaloo muttered, her mouth opening several times only to close, the filly unable to muster a definitive no. “I’ll do it.”

“That's a good girl.” Spike cooed, gently pulling her forward by her leash. “Go on then, give it a lick, your going to love it.”

Scootaloo nodded weakly. “O-okay, but just a little.”

The filly leaned forward until the tip of his cock nearly pressed against her, at which point she opened her lips and extended her tongue, all while her brain constantly trying to resist the siren song of lust that echoed through her mind. In the end all that resistance managed to do was make her hesitate a moment before leaning forward a tiny bit more, her tongue pressing against his shaft and licking up his hard length.

The taste exploded across her tongue and Scootaloo found herself instantly leaning forward and licking a second, and then a third time. By the fifth lick her mouth was so filled with the taste that she was able to detect a faint spiciness beneath the heady, salty flavor that coated his dick. She needed more, and this urge was indulged in vigorously, with the filly lapping eagerly at his shaft, her tongue stretching from base to tip before pulling back and licking at a different part of his cock.

Not wanting to leave a single millimeter of his cock untasted and unworshipped, Scootaloo turned her head this way and that, lathering the dragon’s cock in attention and spit in equal measure. She continued to do this until she realized she had adequately licked the entirety of his length, and had completed the impromptu job she had set out for herself. Pulling back to enjoy her handiwork and to eye any spot she may have missed, Scootaloo suddenly realized what she was doing and nearly gagged.

She had just spent the last several minutes giving Spike’s cock a tongue bath, and worse yet, she had loved every last second of the experience. From the scent, to the taste, to the heat that now radiated from deep between her legs, everything felt amazing, and she wanted, no needed, to keep going.

Once more she resisted, trying to pull back, and once more she found that his aura overpowered her, making the filly lean forward again. Before she could muster another ounce of resistance, she opened her lips and slipped the dragon’s tip into her mouth, pulling the hard length into her and allowing her to suck on it's delicious length.

This time she could not resist, could not muster even a single iota of strength, not with the dragon’s cock now resting firmly on her tongue and occupying nearly her entire mouth. It was like the power of his aura and presence was multiplied when she felt the weight of his cock settle inside her. At that point there was nothing she could do but give in, nothing she could do but submit to the dragon’s desires and become the cock worshipping pet he wanted her to become.

Her head moved on it's own, the filly plunging down his shaft and swallowing nearly every single inch of his cock in seconds. Unfortunately for Spike, Scootlaoo lacked the experience to truly accomplish that, and fell back, nearly gagging after feeling his cock near the back of her throat.

“Don't worry my pet, you will become better, I promise.” Spike goaded.

Though Scootaloo wanted to deny it, to resist his words, she couldn't bring herself to pull his cock from her mouth and she settled for just shooting him a brief, and weak, glare. A glare that Spike only chuckled at, the dragon settling his hands on either side of Scootaloo’s face and gently maneuvering her mane from her face.

“Don't give me that look, not while you have work to do.” Smirked Spike.

Grumbling silently to herself, Scootaloo sat down on the cold ground and used one forehoof to brace herself against the floor while the other gently pumped the length of dragon cock not already in her mouth. With a careful attention to her teeth, Scootaloo sunk back down his cock and got to work suck gently on his throbbing erection.

Her inexperience made things difficult but she knew enough to know what males liked, though not how to give him just that. Thus it necessitated a certain amount of experimentation, with the filly continually bobbing up and down on the dragon’s cock. As she worked his cock deeper into her throat, her muscles relaxed and she learned how to take more of him without choking while also increasing his pleasure significantly.

Her hoof became more adept at stroking his shaft when she pulled back in order to fill her lungs with air once more. She relaxed and opened her passage, allowing her to near the base of his shaft, while her tongue and mouth learned how to carefully suck the dragon’s throbbing prick while ensuring she did not accidentally bite him. This was perhaps the most difficult part of her little learning curve, as his sheer size forced her to figure out how to open her mouth wide enough to accept his length while not straining her jaw too much.

Throughout it all, Scootaloo tried to ignore how good it felt to be used, how wonderful the sensation of Spike’s hands on her head was. How when his fingers slipped through her mane and gripped her head, she felt her cunt spasm, as if she was close to orgasming after Spike merely grabbed the back of her head and began to hold her tightly. It was too much for the young filly, and the longer she continued to service her new master, the more she grew desperate to touch herself, to relieve herself of the heat that even now continued to build inside her.

“That's a good little cock slut. Your so close to taking it all.” Spike encouraged.

Scootaloo rankled under the demeaning way he spoke to her, but even as she felt ashamed of how she was being treated, she felt a fresh wave of shame come from the fact that she enjoyed it. It felt good, it felt right, like she had always been meant to be here, to come here, and to be made into little more then an object for her new draconic master. That however, was not a thought she wanted to consider right now, and she tried to put it out of her mind and focus on the task given to her by Spike.

She was, after all, nearly to her goal, her lips drawing near the base of his shaft and taking nearly every last inch of dragon meet into her hungry mouth and even a bit into her throat. He wasn't big enough to cut off her oxygen supply completely, but that was cold comfort to a filly whom had never taken something so big before. Still, she felt oddly courageous, in the face of such a large task, and even larger member, and she refused to back down.

Looking up at Spike, Scootaloo hovered a hoof near his crotch, the filly stopping just before she touched him, her mind somehow recoiling from the mere thought of touching him without permission. Thankfully he nodded down at her, making the strange feeling of guilt subside from the filly’s mind as she braced herself against the dragon’s waist, giving her the leverage she needed. Leverage that she quickly used by leaning forward, opening her mouth as wide as possible, and taking nearly every last inch of his cock into her maw, and down her throat.

It was difficult, and the filly nearly gagged several times when she felt the tip of his dick slip past her tonsils and fill her throat, but even that wasn't enough to make her stop. She was on a mission to please her new master, to make him feel as good as serving him made her feel, and she would not back down now. Even if there was a small part of her that was terrified of how she thought of him, still she craved him, and his glorious dick.

Her cheeks bulged, her throat was filled, and for several long seconds she remained there, sucking hard and relaxing the muscles in her throat in order to better allow her to serve him. That didn't last long though, as the filly could only push off her own instincts for so long before they overpowered her and demanded that she pull back and fill her lungs with air once more. After doing that however, she went right back to bobbing up and down his length, pushing a little further then before but never quite taking all of him like she had just done.

She knew she had to let her body adapt more to his length, until it felt as natural to suck his cock as it was to breathe. This thought initially made her pause a moment, though it wasn't enough to make her stop sucking, it was however, enough to make her reconsider her thoughts again. By then, it was undeniable just how much she craved him, how much she wanted to be filled, and fucked by him, but it was also not such an overwhelming desire that she wasn't able to realize how strange the sudden shift was.

Until mere minutes ago she had been content to date Rumble, and maybe one day, when they were older, go all the way with the colt. Now though, now she wasn't sure if she could go without Spike’s dick for more than a few minutes, and only the unspoken promise that this was only the beginning of what he had planned enabled her to resist the urge to present herself before him and all but demand to be taken right then and there. And yet, she also still felt for the colt, despite her newfound desire to serve Spike, her thoughts of Rumble merely changing, adapting to this newest shift inside of her.

“Well? Keep going, I’m getting close and I want to fill you with my spunk before your former boyfriend gets here.” Spike commanded, gripping Scootaloo’s head a little tighter and thrusting into her mouth.

Scootaloo’s face burned with shame, and though she wanted to initially stop, and to reprimand Spike for his cruel words, she once again couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to ask him to stop, even if it meant she needed to face the fact that she was cheating on Rumble. Worse yet, she loved every second of the shameful act, though that still didn't change how she felt for the colt, and her one regret was that he wasn't here to enjoy Spike’s cock with her.

The filly’s soft slurping sounds grew until she filled the small room with the sound of her sucking, Scootaloo trying desperately to not think about what she was doing even while she did it. It wasn't her fault, she reasoned, it was Spike’s, as the dragon was the one with the delicious cock and a look that made her will melt and her loins burn.

Even as this little war continued in her mind, the filly leaned forward and gripped Spike’s waist in both hooves, enabling her to bob harder and faster on Spike’s throbbing cock. The sensation of having her mouth filled repeatedly by his perfect length drove all such worries from the filly’s thoughts as she focused entirely on pleasing Spike. She didn't want to think about the wrongness that pervaded everything that was happening, and for now, she simply refused to do that.

Her head bobbed, her throat opened up, and the filly eagerly sucked away at the dragon’s cock, the filly utilizing every single one of her new skills in order to better bring pleasure to the dragon. The act of servicing her friend was so enjoyable on it's own, that Scootaloo could feel her pussy contract, as if Spike’s cock was inside her cunt, instead of her mouth. The gratification she got from submitting to his domineering will was an intoxicating one, and soon Scootaloo found herself almost looking forward to his cruel jabs.

“Mmmf, I’m so close, make sure you don't spill a single drop, or you’ll be licking it off the ground.” Spike grunted, his hands continuing to pull Scootaloo up and down his length, ensuring she continued to pleasure him as fast and as deep as he desired.

Something that Scootaloo eagerly allowed him to do, the act of having her cadence dictated by the dragon feeling oddly comforting, and right, in a way. She was his after all, his pet, his toy, his personal play thing to use and abuse, and for now at least, Scootaloo merely accepted this all as fact. Her body was simply too hot, her pussy positively dripping, as her belly began to ache with a strange emptiness, as if she craved the sensation of his seed splashing around inside her.

She didn't even mind when Spike began to pull her up and down his length faster then what was strictly comfortable, the filly barely able to catch a breath of fresh air before having her mouth once more filled with hot dick. This didn't last long though, as Scootaloo found that she could adapt surprisingly quickly to the increased intensity of his thrusts, and even began to enjoy them at the same time.

It was almost as if she were meant for this.

For the next minute there was only the wet sound of Spike’s cock slamming in and out of Scootaloo’s mouth, spittle dribbling down her chin as she was forced to take the rough abuse. During that time the filly’s mind seemed to devolve into something of an animalistic state, and she whimpered pathetically as Spike used her mouth, loving every second of it. Spike himself wasn't very vocal with his lust, only grunting occasionally as he continued to fuck his pet’s mouth with reckless abandon.

At that point the room was so filled with the scent of a needy mare, and the pungent aroma of a powerful dragon in the middle of copulation that it was all Scootaloo could smell. Even the slight breeze that occasionally slipped into the room did nothing to relieve her of the scent’s intensity. She was bathed in it, her entire body having been marked in a strange way, signalling that she was little more then the pet of a far more powerful creature then herself.

Finally, after what felt like both forever, and the blink of an eye, Spike suddenly sped up even more, his cock twitching madly as his face grew tight with strain. “I’m cumming!” He cried, his hands gripping Scootaloo’s head with such force that she wondered if he left a mark.

Not like she would mind even if he did, as Scootaloo was relishing the moment far more than she would ever admit. So intense was her own desire that the filly eagerly pressed herself against the ground, grinding herself against the cold floor in a desperate attempt to relieve herself of the burning that filled her body completely.

Yet that relief didn't come, even when Spike suddenly lurched to a stop, his cock completely stuffed inside the filly’s mouth. As he forced her to take every last inch he held her tightly, his fingers having weaved their way through her hair perfectly, allowing him an exceptional grip. None of which mattered to Scootaloo, even the humiliation of being faced fucked while sitting on the dirty ground didn't dismiss the bliss she felt when the first spurt of Spike’s seed shot down her throat.

A shot that was quickly followed by a second, third, fourth, and even more, the filly’s throat being coated in the surprisingly warm, and thick flow of semen. A flow that didn't seem to end, the nearly continual stream of cum pouring into her at a rate that Scootaloo knew a stallion could not match. Throughout it all Scootaloo held on, breathing heavily through her nose in order to not inconvenience the dragon by doing something silly like passing out on his dick.

This allowed her to enjoy every last throb and twitch of her master’s cock, and every last sweet drop of his perfect seed.

Scootaloo nearly beamed with pride as she realized that she would indeed be able to take every last drop as Spike commanded, the filly not wanting to actually have to lick his seed off the floor. Not that she wouldn't do it, far from it, but she also knew that spilling any would be a great waste, and the dirt would mar the excellent flavor of his no doubt powerful cum. Something she wouldn't get to taste if things continued, a thought that made the filly feel strange, as if she were missing out on something important.

She didn't have to wait long to have that particular desire filled though, as the dragon pulled back, the last few shots of cum erupting into her mouth and coating nearly every surface within. Sure enough, his cum was every bit as perfect as she imagined, the taste being a slightly more powerful version of how his cock tasted, with a distinctly saltier edge to it. It was delicious in the extreme, and Scootaloo gulped down every last drop without even thinking, the filly sucking eagerly at his cock, desperate for more.

She even leaned forward and gently cupped his balls, playing with the dragon’s testicles and trying to tease out more of the amazing liquid. Her attempts quickly bore fruit, and Scootaloo found that the last few spurts of Spike’s cock were slightly more pronounced then the ones before, giving her a little more tasty sperm to drink.

“Such a thirsty little slut, you act like we didn't bring any water with us.” Spike commented, his hands releasing their grip and simply resting on the filly’s head.

“Mmf, mmf.” Scootaloo muttered as she continued to suckle needfully at his cock, her hoof pumping his length as she tried to squeeze out every bit.

“Don't talk with your mouth full. Don't you know it's impolite?” Spike teased, snickering to himself.

Scootaloo merely rolled her eyes and ignored him, before pulling back and lavishing the dragon’s cock with long, drawn out licks which ensured she managed to get every last drop to herself. Something that was, although largely unsuccessful, more than worth it for the few drops she did get, and the sleight moan of pleasure she heard from her new master.

This continued for several minutes, with Scootaloo surrpirsed to notice that Spike didn't seem soften very much, or very quickly. Pulling back, Scootaloo continued to pump his cock as she spoke. “Do dragons not get soft or something?” She asked.

“Oh no they do, we just have very high endurance and… Well would you look at that, Rumble finally decided to join us.” Spike announced, grinning from ear to ear as he gestured a hand towards the door. “Good of you to finally come, and after I just did no less.”

Scootaloo found that although she wanted to run, to go over to the colt and escape this place, she couldn't move, not while she had a job left undone. Her master’s cock was not soft yet, meaning he had more delicious seed to give, and more lust to be burned. Though that didn't mean she didn't glance out of the corner of her eye as she continued to suck away at Spike’s cock.

The look of confusion, betrayal, and terror nearly broke Scootaloo out of her lust induced haze. Even the shocked look on his face wasn't truly enough to make her want to stop, and she continued to suck away at the dragon’s cock, almost oblivious to what was happening around her.

“What is going on? Spike, how could you?” Rumble asked, a hint of defeat slipping into his voice.

“It's quite simple you see.” Spike began, a wide smile crawling across his face as he gestured to the filly bobbing away at his cock. “Your girlfriend was simply hungry for a real dick, and well, I was hard.”

“I but, what?” Rumble muttered, stumbling backwards. “What has gotten into you Spike? Why do you sound so… weird?”

Spike shrugged. “No reason at all my pet. Now then, why don't you come inside and we can talk about this, hmm?”

Rumble stumbled over his words a few times before reluctantly nodding and pushing the door shut behind him. He wasn't sure how, but he had felt an odd compulsion overcome him, making his muscles move on their own, and before he knew it he stood before the dragon, whom seemed taller then he remembered. Rumble opened his mouth to speak only to find himself shushed by Spike who raised a finger, silencing him.

“Give me a moment will you? This is no way to have a conversation after all.” Spike explained, before leaning down and tapping Scootaloo on the head, prompting her to stop her endless slurping of his dick. “You may stop for now my pet, we have something to discuss with your former boyfriend.”

Scootaloo looked at the dragon’s crotch, and then back up to his stern gaze before reluctantly nodding and pulling back, letting the dragon’s dick slip from her mouth. The filly slowly raised herself up, taking a spot next to Spike and looking at Rumble’s stupefied face with confusion. “What is wrong Rumble?” She asked, as if it was the most normal question in the world.

“Why are you wearing that?” Rumble began, gesturing to the collar around her neck. “Furthermore why were you sucking Spike’s… thing. Is there some sort of hypnotic artifact or something that makes everyone want to erm, do that?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “There is no artifact, I was sucking his cock because I wanted to, and I let Spike put it on because he wanted me to wear it.”

“It's true.” Spike added. “After just looking at it for mere seconds she already craved it, something I think you are experiencing right now.”

Rumble blanched, backing up defensively, his back legs squeezing together tightly. “No, that's not what I want, there has to be some sort of curse or something on this room. Y-yeah, that explains why Scootaloo was doing that with you.”

Spike tsked, shaking his head as he took a step closer to the colt. “You can feel it already can't you? The desire to submit to me, to be subservient to me, even now your body betrays you.”

Scootaloo snickered as she walked on the other side of the colt. “He’s really hard, just look at him.” The pegasus quipped, pointing beneath the colt’s barrel.

Glancing beneath the colt’s barrel revealed that he was indeed hard, his small cock poking from it's sheethe and throbbing under the direct gaze of his friends. “H-hey, stop, I told you already I don't want to do that, with him!” Rumble stammered.

Spike sighed and glanced over to Scootaloo. “Perhaps you can convince him to play along, wouldn't that be nice Scootaloo?”

“I don't know…” Scootaloo muttered to herself, the filly having found it strangely easy to join Spike in his teasing, and humiliation, but something about actually getting Rumble to join felt… wrong. And yet also felt right at the same time, the filly wanting to have the pleasure of enjoying Spike’s cock with Rumble.

“Oh come on Scootaloo, you want more, don't you?” Spike pressed, his eyes glinting with power as he spoke.

“What are you talking about?” Rumble shouted while stumbling forward, his tail pressed firmly between his legs. “What is going on?”

Scootaloo nibbled her bottom lip nervously, looking from Spike to Rumble and back again, her mind turning with the dilemma she faced. Spike had all but promised to finally fuck her if she got Rumble to join her, but she wasn't even wholly certain she wanted either of those things to happen. That was until she glanced into Spike’s eyes and she suddenly felt her will weakened, her body unable to resist the demands of her master.

“It's not so bad Rumble, really.” She began, sliding up next to him, and wrapping a forehoof around one of his own. “Spike tastes amazing, and it feels wonderful when he is inside you.”

“B-but I don't want to do t-t-that. I’m not even interested in guys!” Rumble all but yelled, gesturing towards Spike’s still raging erection that was now standing tall mere feet away.

“Really? Because that tiny little cock of yours says otherwise.” Spike snickered.

Scootaloo nodded, a hoof running town his short length before cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “He's got much smaller balls then you as well.” She quipped.

“H-hey! I’ll have you know that I’m average…” Rumble declared, only for Spike to raise an eyebrow, and for the colt to wilt slightly. “Well slightly below average, but I’m not grown up yet!”

Scootaloo snickered to herself, gently pulling him a little closer to Spike, further forcing him to bask in the dragon’s strange, overpowering aura, and musky scent. “Come on Rumble, forget about all that, it doesn't matter how big you are, because you won't be using it anyway.”

“W-what are you talking about? I already told you that I don't want to suck his…” Rumble felt his gaze drawn back down to Spike’s throbbing erection, the dragon’s cock now so close that he could just reach out and touch it. “Dick.”

“But you want to now, don't you?” Spike offered, gesturing towards his crotch and smirking. “Go on, touch it, I promise you will enjoy it.”

“Yeah Rumble, just a touch, go on.” Scootaloo added, tugging him closer to the dragon.

For a moment Rumble could only stand there in confusion, his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish as he tried to come up with an excuse. Yet no matter how hard he tried to come up with something, anything that would enable him to stop, or deny the desire he felt burning inside him, nothing came out. “Just a touch, right?” He muttered weakly, his hoof slowly lifting from the ground.

“Be gentle.” Scootaloo whispered. “He enjoys it if you stroke it nice and slow.”

Rumble found himself nodding despite the aversion he felt to doing such a thing with another male, nevermind someone he considered a friend. Yet despite that, he also couldn't pull away, couldn't put his hoof back on the ground and pull out of this entire debacle without first appeasing that strange, otherworldly part of himself that wanted to feel him.

Unable to stop now, Rumble reached his hoof towards the dragon’s cock. “Just a touch, and then we can stop, r-right?” He whispered, eyes never leaving Spike’s cock.

“Absolutely.” Spike declared.

Rumble nodded meekly, and ran his hoof down the dragon’s erection, feeling every bump and groove along his length, as well as Scootaloo’s spit that still clung to it. He was about to stop, and pull away from the dragon when Scootaloo leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “He loves it when you cup his balls.” She spoke, pointing towards Spike’s hefty testicles.

Rumble gulped, unable to pull his hoof away from Spike’s shaft now that he had been offered the strange tidbit of information. “O-okay.” He muttered, his hoof already descending back down the dragon’s shaft.

As he did so, the colt couldn't help but imagine what such a perfect cock would feel like inside him, it's ribbed and bumpy length no doubt filling him completely while also making him experience things no other cock could. A thought that he tried desperately to push out of his mind, to no avail. Only when his hoof reached the dragon’s sack and he felt the oddly pleasant weight of the dragon’s heavy balls did that thought disappear, and another replace it.

Instead of imagining what it would feel like to have his holes plugged by the dragon’s perfect cock, he instead wondered how it felt to carry the weight of one of Spike’s loads inside him. His balls were, after all, larger than average, not by a lot, but they also had a heaviness to them, a weight that made him think that the dragon could probably cum over and over without running out of seed.

Cupping the other male’s sack, Rumble couldn't help but lift them slightly before lowering them back down. “Whoah.” He muttered to himself.

“Here, smell him.” Scootaloo pressed, urging Rumble even closer.

To which the colt offered only the weakest bit of resistance before reluctantly slipping ever closer. At first he offered only a weak sniff, his nostrils filled with the strangely and heady scent before he immediately tried to expunge the scent from his lungs. It was however, difficult to push away from, as it was so strong, so overpowering, and made him feel in a way that he had never experienced before. All of which culminated with a powerful fear that made him realize what exactly he was doing.

Yet Scootaloo’s hoof kept him from going far, and he accidentally breathed deeply once more, the colt painfully aware of the fact that this must have been happening the whole time, and he was only now noticing it. His resistance slowly melted and he allowed Scootaloo to guide him closer once more, his gaze once more fixating on Spike’s erection. This time he was aware of the powerful nature of the dragon’s scent, and instead of running from it, found himself breathing deeper, filling himself with it.

Scootaloo joined him, leaning closer and taking a deep breath of the dragon’s potent musk before shuddering. “It smells good, doesn't it you two?” Spike offered, wiggling his cock and nearly hitting the two pony’s cheeks.

“Oh yesss.” Scootaloo murmured, her eyes becoming distant as she stared off into space, fixated by what her sense of smell was telling her.

Rumble was slower to react, but after hearing Scootaloo’s positive affirmation, he couldn't resist the urge to say something similar. “It's… nice.” He muttered, both baffled and shocked by his own words.

“And here I thought you said you were straight, and yet you admitted to liking the smell of another dude’s dick.” Spike snickered to himself.

“I don't- that's not what…” The colt growled, his mind repulsed by the dragon’s words but also unable to resist the fact that he had both said, and meant what he had said.

A gentle clawed hand against his cheek brought Rumble out of his thoughts, and assuaged his worries somehow, the colt going so far as to close his eyes and lean into the gentle touch that ran down his cheek and neck. “Shh now, it's okay my pet. Don't feel bad that you do not want me, you will, in time.” Spike purred.

Rumble wanted to deny what his friend said, as it was just… wrong, but now that he said it in such a way, it made sense. The colt did want to please him, to want him, and for a moment he envied Scootaloo, and the way she seemed so devoted to him, though that feeling only lasted a moment before he shook his head and tried to steel his resolve.

Unfortunately for him Scootaloo seemed to catch wind of his attempt and she leaned in close. “Don't worry Rumble, I felt the same way, but look at you, your already hard just thinking about sucking Spike’s cock.” Scootaloo congratulated, her hoof running down his cock and making it twitch needfully.

Before Rumble could offer a word against such an assertion, Spike spoke up. “And that is what your thinking about, isn't it? How you want to take it into your mouth, how you want to suck it and worship it, rubbing my hard length all over your face and marking you as my property.”

Rumble shivered, the colt unable to stop himself from imagining himself doing just such a thing, and though he felt repulsed by the thought, he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that was thrilled by the idea. Not only by the sheer debased nature of such an obscene act, but also the exact words Spike used, namely marking him. That thought more then any seemed to capture Rumble’s imagination and he imagined himself doing just that in several different ways.

From simply rubbing Spike’s hard length against his face to bringing the dragon to orgasm by using his mouth and letting his features get covered in dragon sperm, it was all so arousing for the colt. So much so that his cock continued to twitch, this time harder then ever, a small bead of pre dripping down his length.

“He's imagining it right now, how good it would feel to be covered in Spike’s seed, to be marked as his property.” Scootaloo remarked, her own body shuddering as she whispered into the colt’s ear.

“N-no, I was…” Rumble’s jaw worked uselessly, the colt unable to come up with the right words that could even deny an accusation that was frankly… right.

“You were right Scootaloo.” Spike commended, leaning a little closer and running his hand down Rumble’s face. “And you were thinking about that, werent you? Go on now, you can tell us.”

Rumble gulped, the urge to lean into Spike’s petting nearly overwhelming her better judgement. “I… might have.” He whispered, his voice trailing off near the end of his sentence.

“See? Now don't you feel better.” Spike commented, throwing open his arms. “Being honest about our feelings feels good doesn't it?”

Scootaloo gulped, and nodded meekly. “Y-yes Spike.”

“That is a lesson Scootaloo already learned.” Spike remarked, before leaning closer, and thrusting his cock up between the two pony’s faces. “Now then, speaking of lessons. Why don't you teach my newest pet how best to please your new master.”

Scootaloo bit her lip for only a second, her will dissolving the second she really noticed just how hot his cock felt, despite the fact that it hadn't even touched her cheek yet. “Yes, master.” Scootaloo replied, too ashamed of herself to speak louder then even the faintest of whispers.

Rumble tried to be shocked at Scootaloo’s words, but found that he couldn't even manage that, as Spike’s nearly overwhelming presence crushed such disent before it even arose. More than that, he had to admit that he wanted it as well, from the way it smelled, to it's weight, size and strange appearance. Everything about the dragon’s cock seemed to captivate the young colt’s mind, making him truly begin to crave the taste, which he somehow knew would be a pleasant one.

“Well go on, unless you think your still straight.” Spike quipped, smirking to himself.

Rumble opened his mouth to deny it, but found that he couldn't mutter the words he had been forming only a second earlier. “I’m just… curious.” He whispered, as he turned to look at Spike’s length and briefly gazing into Scootaloo’s own wide, lust filled eyes.

“Just curious hmm?” Spike murmured. “Don't worry, I’ll change that. In no time at all you’ll be nothing more then a cock loving slut who will spend every waking hour craving my dick.”

“Hmmm.” Rumble grunted, biting his lip as his legs quivered and his mind reeled.

It felt so good to be humiliated, despite just how incredibly humiliating it truly was. Rumble had begun the day having never doubted his sexuality once in his entire life, now that Spike had begun to tease him though? Now everything was out the window, and Rumble couldn't help but wonder if he truly was as straight as he had claimed to be. Especially considering just how good it felt to even be this close to another male’s throbbing erection.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Scootaloo suddenly lurched forward, licking along the dragon’s turgid length from base to tip. She did so with such dexterity and precision that Rumble felt a little strange, like he was both envious of her skill, and still struggling to get past his own mental blocks that held him back. While the colt struggled to get himself to move the last inch towards the dragon’s perfect dick, Scootaloo continued to lavish it in attention, licking up and down his length vigorously and without restraint.

Seeing what an excellent example Scootaloo had made for him, the colt looked into his former girlfriend’s eyes and found that she genuinely seemed to enjoy licking him. Her expression was distant, her eyes wide as she continued to lick up and down, her tongue lathering the dragon’s cock in spit. He could feel her legs quivering, nearly her entire body shaking as she focused utterly on Spike’s hard length.

This didn't seem to stop her from continuing her job though, and despite the need he could feel radiating off Scootaloo in waves, she still dutifully attended to Spike’s desires. It was like she was suppressing her own needs in order to better serve him, ignoring or simply forgetting how wet she was. Something that Rumble couldn't deny either, as he was painfully hard, and his cock throbbed needfully, though curiously it was not because he was imagining himself where Spike was, but rather where Scootaloo was.

A sudden cough knocked Rumble out of the hypnotic way throb of Spike’s cock and made him look up at Spike’s frowning face. “Are you going to join or do you simply want to watch?” He asked.

Rumble opened his mouth to speak only to find himself unable to mutter a word. He had wanted to deny his urge to join in and ask that he be allowed to watch, perhaps even to sneak away while Spike was distracted. But he couldn't do that.

At first he thought it was because he didn't want to leave Scootaloo alone with Spike, but now that he faced the thought head on, Rumble knew that wasn't wholly true. He wanted to join, and both his body, and Spike seemed to know that, even if Rumble’s mind tried it's best to dismiss such an idea as ridiculous.

Feeling Spike’s growing distaste, Rumble was faced to force this realization head on, lest his decision be made for him. Without thinking he leaned forward and licked the dragon’s cock, pulling back nervously and analyzing the taste that now danced across his tongue. It was pleasant, surprisingly so, just as his first instincts had told him it would be.

Though the first lick was gentle, and cautious, Rumble quickly found himself leaning forward again and again, licking up and down Spike’s length with increasing fervor. Though at first it was messy, his tongue being driven by a sudden intense desire that he was only now releasing, that messiness didn't last long though, as he nearly bumped noses with Scootaloo several times.

Knowing that they needed to get a strategy of some kind, Rumble pulled back, smiling to himself despite the humiliating nature of what he was doing. Spike was occasionally grunting in pleasure, and Rumble knew that despite his attempts being sloppy and inexperienced, his master was still enjoying what he was doing.

Catching the other pony’s eye, Rumble slowly moved to the base of Spike’s cock, prompting Scootaloo to do the same. Together they ran their tongues up his length and towards his tip, where they met briefly before pulling back. The effect was immediate, with Spike shivering slightly as the pleasure coursed up his spine and brought a smile to his face. It took only a glance into Scootaloo’s eyes for Rumble to know that she had noticed this change as well, and was excited as he was.

Together they continued to lick up and down his shaft, lathering it in spit and attention. Their hooves crossed one another, allowing the ponies to get closer and thus make things a little easier. Something that enabled them to shift a little closer and change from simply licking up and down his length to something a little more intense, and hopefully also more pleasurable.

Scootaloo was the first to prompt this change as she pressed her lips forward, pulling one side of Spike’s cock into her mouth and making Rumble’s eyes go wide. Instantly the colt followed the filly’s lead, doing the same thing and wrapping his own lips around the dragon’s cock, taking the other half into his mouth. Up and down they went on the dragon’s prick, suckling at his length as they moved their head from side to side. Occasionally their lips would meet in the middle, the two ponies kissing around the dragon’s length, an act that was strangely passionate, while also not taking away from the lust they both felt for the dragon.

Though not the most natural of movements, Spike seemed to enjoy it, and sighed, his hands resting on either one of the pony’s heads and gently petting them. This was more than enough encouragement to keep going, and Rumble and Scootaloo went a little faster, sucked a little harder and generally pushed themselves even more. Even though they could already feel the strain on their necks, they continued half licking, half sucking on Spike’s length in the same awkward fashion.

Every subtle twitch that came from Spike’s cock or body sent a shiver down the two ponies spine’s, as if his pleasure was also somehow their own. Something that wasn't terribly far from the truth as Rumble could feel his cock growing harder still, even while it rested on the cold floor. Rumble could tell Scootaloo felt the same as him, as she was just as eager as him, perhaps even more so, prompting the colt to start moving even faster than before.

“Look at you two little sluts go.” Spike remarked cruelly, his face twisting into a wide smirk. “Why if I didn't know any better I would have guessed that you two sucked more dicks than anyone in town.”

Rumble and Scootaloo blushed, shame burning across their cheeks, though even the sting of humiliation wasn't enough to make them stop, not while Spike, and by extension them, were enjoying themselves this much. Rumble was perhaps hit the hardest by the statement though, and the colt’s cheeks burned a little hotter then even Scootaloo’s did as the colt was still struggling from the gravity of the situation he was in.

Here he was, kneeling on the dirty floor, sucking Spike’s cock while his former girlfriend did the same thing as him. Sure it was kind of hot how they were almost kissing around Spike’s length, their lips pressed together in order to better suck the dragon’s dick, that part hardly even entered the colt’s mind. He hardly even thought of Scootaloo while he was doing this, the young pegasus so focused on pleasing Spike that the filly in the room didn't even enter his mind.

Brushing off this thought, Rumble continued to do his job, matching Scootaloo’s pace easily while widening his stance and allowing himself to move back and forth a little easier. This didn't last for much longer though, as Rumble’s neck began to grow stiff already, prompting him to stop and go back to licking the dragon’s cock. This change was a welcome one for the colt’s aching neck, but it also felt strangely wrong, as if he were robbing the dragon of the pleasure Rumble owed him to be given.

Scootaloo didn't seem to notice terribly much though, and she eagerly went back to licking the dragon’s cock as Rumble took a back seat, his heart pounding as he continued to watch. The wrongness he felt when this entire thing had begun came back with a vengeance, and this time it was no longer focused around the mere act of giving oral to another male, but rather the fact that he wasn't. Spike had allowed him to be here, to service him, and Rumble felt like he was failing the dragon somehow, despite the fact that he still wasn't sure if he even truly wanted to be here, doing this.

Eventually the other pegasus seemed to catch on and she shifted back and pointed to the dragon’s balls before placing her lips over Spike’s cock and bobbing her head down his length. Rumble didn't have to be told twice and the colt eagerly shifted a little lower, allowing him access to the dragon’s large, and musky balls. A musk that only grew even more intense when he grew closer to the dragon’s testicles, Rumble’s senses nearly becoming overwhelmed by the smell.

The urge to service the dragon grew hotter, and more intense, and this time Rumble couldn't resist it, the colt slipping between Spike’s legs and pulling his balls into his mouth. Though large, they were not so big as to make such an action impossible, the dragon’s testicles dominating Rumble’s mouth, filling nearly every last inch of space.

The resulting groan of pleasure coming from Spike was so deep, and resonating that Rumble swore he could feel it in his throat, the dragon’s pleasure making the colt feel a shred of that same joy. Scootaloo seemed to enjoy this as well, the filly bobbing faster and deeper on Spike’s cock, desperate to hear another affirmation of her success. The experience of merely hearing the subtle moans and soft groans of their master making both ponies excited to do more, and work harder.

For his part, Rumble worked as hard as he could, though that was stifled somewhat by the sheer fact that he had no idea what he was doing. He had never had this done to him before, nor had he done this to someone else, leaving the colt to simply experiment with what he thought would feel good, and go off the sounds that Spike made as an indication that he was doing something good or bad.

First he started to suckle gently at the dragon’s balls, slurping away at them while doing his best to stay out of Scootaloo’s way. Something that was difficult as the position they found themselves in was an awkward one. Still, it wasn't enough to make him stop, the hurdle being small enough to be surpassed, albeit with a little wiggling and some awkward movements though.

Something that Spike seemed to allow and even encourage, moving out of the way and allowing Rumble to position himself better beneath the dragon.

All while the young colt continued to suck away at his balls, his throat, nostrils, lungs and everything in between now so thoroughly filled with the dragon’s potent scent that Rumble was certain he would be smelling Spike for days after this. A thought that Rumble found oddly pleasant, and natural, as if he should be marked by the dragon, though why he felt this way he wasn't sure.

Brushing this thought aside, Rumble tried not to think about it, pretending like it didn't matter, even while a small part of his mind tried desperately to make him focus on this point. It simply wasn't possible to do that however, as Spike’s domineering presence was so powerful that Rumble’s will melted, and his thoughts became difficult to grasp. The only idea left sitting inside his head being the nearly overwhelming urge to continue pleasuring the dragon and doing everything in his power to keep doing just that.

Something he eagerly did, his tongue caressing the dragon’s balls as he sucked away, his eyes eagerly looking up, hoping to catch a glimpse of Spike’s face in order to figure out if he was enjoying what Rumble was doing. Something that was difficult given the position, but not impossible, the colt catching a few stray glimpses of Spike’s smiling face, embolding the colt to do more and work harder.

Without any real idea on what to do though, Rumble found himself confused, and frustrated. He wanted to contribute as much as Scootaloo did, but he didn't know what to do, leaving him in an awkward position.

“Does someone want to trade off with Scootaloo?” Spike asked, smirking down at Rumble. “Because if you want to suck my cock all you have to do is ask.”

Rumble pulled back, the dragon’s now spit slick balls slipping out of his mouth. “I err…” Rumble gulped, looking up at Spike and then down to Scootaloo.

For a moment he almost didn't want to take such a great position from the filly, as she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head each time she reached the base of his cock, her throat bulging slightly as the tip of his cock pushed it's way past her tonsils.

Shaking his head, Rumble maneuvered out from between the dragon’s legs and took a position next to Scootaloo. “Maybe just for a little while? She really seems to like it, and maybe she could teach me how?” Rumble muttered, already mentally berating himself for saying something so shameful and utterly debasing.

Spike chuckled, his hands going down to Scootaloo’s head and stopping her mid bob, his cock half in, half out of her mouth. “It's time to switch off, right after Rumble tells me how much he wants to suck my dick that is.”

Rumble blanched, the humiliation stinging his formerly iron clad sense of self. Yet even while he bit his lip, he felt his gaze dragged over to Spike’s cock, and just how good it looked. More than that, Rumble also kind of really wanted to feel the same way Scootaloo did, to experience such pleasure from the act of just sucking the dragon’s length was something he was growing increasingly envious of.

“I really want to suck your dick.” Rumble whispered, his gaze falling, unable to look Spike in the eye while his face burned with shame.

“What was that?” Spike asked, cupping a hand behind his ear. “I didn't hear that.”

“I… really want to suck your dick, master.” Rumble muttered, unable to bring himself to speak louder then barely above a whisper.

Scootaloo pulled back, the dragon cock popping audibly out of her mouth as she looked at Rumble curiously. “Are you sure you want to? It's pretty long and hard, and it tastes amazing, especially when he cums inside you it's like…” Scootaloo shuddered, a hoof running down her chest. “Heaven.”

Rumble’s jaw hung open and she looked at the filly with barely contained amazement, baffled by just how much she seemed to enjoy the act of debasing herself for the dragon’s pleasure. More than that, it only added to his curiosity, and made him want it even more, even while humiliation continued to burn hotly inside him.

Questions like; how had she changed so much in so little time, and why did he desperately want to find out for himself ran roughshod through his other thoughts.

In the end there was little he could do other then continue, it felt like it was inevitable that the colt would give in, and submit to the dragon, and he could not resist fate any longer. Gulping down the last of his trepidation, Rumble leaned forward and took the tip of Spike’s cock into his mouth, pushing past the shame that burned inside him and indulging in both his curiosity, and lust.

Sure enough, it tasted every bit as good as he thought it would, and he found himself sinking down the dragon’s cock without thinking. It felt natural after all, to take more of Spike’s thick cock into his mouth, for it would make his friend, no, master, feel better and that's all Rumble cared about. It felt amazing, and seemed to awaken something in Rumble akin to the very first time that he ever kissed a girl.

The moment he felt the thick, heavy weight of Spike’s cock fill his mouth, Rumble’s whole world changed, and he knew there was going to be no coming back from this, not after he experienced that. Still, there was a small part of him that refused to believe this, refused to submit and face the fact that he loved every single facet of Spike’s perfect cock. For now though, he didn't think about that, for he had a job to do, and experience to gain, he would not, after all, allow himself to fail in his duty.

Glancing over to Scootaloo for assurance, the filly nodded and gently pressed her hoof against the back of Rumble’s head, pushing him down until his mouth was filled and the tip of Spike’s cock threatened to enter her throat. Then, she let up, allowing him to pull back, and begin the process all over again, with Scootaloo’s hoof no longer required after mere minutes.

“You are really good at this you know. Are you sure you haven't sucked a dick before?” Spike asked, smirking down at the colt currently sucking his cock.

Rumble’s face burned bright with a hot blush, but he refused to say anything, merely sitting there and busying himself with the task of sucking Spike’s cock, even while he was being actively humiliated by him. He tried to hide from Spike’s gaze, to stay focused and bob his head a little faster, but for some reason he couldn't look away from the smirking gaze of his new master.

“Do you think he's still straight, Scootaloo?” Spike asked, gesturing down to the colt on his cock, whom now had a scaled hand resting on his head, gently pushing him to go deeper.

Scootaloo giggled and shook her head. “I don't think so Spike. The way he goes at your cock, there is no way a straight stallion would do that.”

“True, he's really getting into it, I can feel my cock sliding further and further into your throat, your muscles slowly getting used to the sensation of having something so big and fat wedged so deep inside you.” Spike whispered huskily, his thumb flicking aside a stray hair that had landed in Rumble’s face.

The colt grumbled softly to himself, his cheeks burning brighter than ever before, all while he continued to do exactly as Spike said. He was getting deeper, better, and while he wasn't as far as Scootaloo had gotten, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was able to do just that. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer though, as something about this constant teasing made him get even hotter, but in a way that he knew a cool glass of water could never fix.

“I bet he's positively throbbing isn't he Scootaloo?” Spike asked, prompting Scootaloo to giggle and reach between the colt’s legs.

“Oh yeah, he's even dripping pre like crazy.” Scootaloo commented, raising her hoof and displaying the pre covered limb for all to see.

Rumble nearly stumbled right then and there, his clear and obvious lust for dick now so out in the open that even that small part of his mind that still resisted couldn't deny it. He wanted it, he enjoyed it, and even having his body marked by the powerful sent of a far more dominant creature was not enough to make him stop craving it. While his head continued to bob, continued to take more of Spike’s cock, he wondered what this meant, what the heat burning inside him indicated for him.

He wondered if this was how Scootaloo felt until she swallowed Spike’s load, but then again that didn't seem right, as she was still as visibly hot and bothered even after that. Meaning his body wanted more then that, more than even having the dragon’s cum swirling in his belly. He didn't want to imagine what else there was, what else his body would crave, but he couldn't resist, his mind conjuring images of the dragon bending him over and railing his tight, virgin hole over and over.

“Mmmf, mmf.” Rumble grunted, his cock spurting a small jet of pre as the image crystalized in his mind.

“Oh my, someone really enjoys sucking dragon dick.” Spike snickered.

“I’m hardly even touching him and it already feels like he's going to cum at any second.” Scootaloo added, stroking Rumble’s cock a few times before releasing the appendage and letting it flop back down.

“Well don't help him along anymore, I don't want him to cum just yet, he hasn't earned it after all.” Spike replied. “Speaking of which, why don't you help him out a little, he seems to be having some trouble with the last inch or so.”

Scootaloo gulped, looking down at Rumble as he continued to bob up and down on the dragon’s hard shaft. Sure enough, each time he got near the base he hesitated, the colt unable to get past his gag reflex like Scootaloo had several minutes ago. At first she felt a little bad for considering ‘helping’ but then she brushed it off, as it was a command from Spike after all, and a command from her master was not so easily ignored.

Gripping the colt by the back of the head, Scootaloo used her other forehoof to straighten his posture somewhat. “Straighten your throat, relax your muscles, and breath through your nose, got it?” She whispered.

Rumble nodded meekly, pausing at the very base of Spike’s cock, as if signalling that he was indeed ready for whatever was coming next.

He didn't have to wait long though, as Scootaloo took one last, steadying breathe before shoving his face against Spike’s crotch, his lips slipping past the last few inches and pressing firmly against the other male’s body. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the colt felt the distinct sensation that came right before an orgasm, his cock twitching madly as he experienced the surprising euphoria of having taken all of his master’s glorious cock. Yet, the orgasm he expected never came, and the orgasm that had been all consuming a minute ago, petered off and vanished completely, as if he had never even gotten close in the first place.

This strange sense of whiplash made Rumble’s eyes roll back into place, though it wasn't quite enough of a shock to make him forget his place and accidentally screw up his duty. He made sure his jaw was wide, his tongue pressed firmly against the base of Spike’s cock, cradling it as it plunged past the back of his mouth and entered his throat.

For a while he merely stayed there, getting used to the feeling of having his throat fuller then it had ever been, as his mouth experienced a similar sensation. While this was happening he also got used to breathing through his nose in short, shallow breaths, ensuring he could stay down for as long as he needed to. Eventually this had to come to an end however, and he pulled back a bit, not enough to pull more than half of Spike’s cock from his mouth, but enough to get a deep lungful of air and reorient himself.

The dragon’s breathing was quick, and short, and he was evidently close, and had enjoyed Rumble’s little demonstration of skill. Something that Rumble himself felt strangely proud of, as if taking dick like a well trained whore was something he aspired to be able to do. This thought was forgotten when Rumble felt two clawed hands grab his head and suddenly shove him down the dragon’s length.

Despite the forcefulness, and surprise that came with the sudden action, Rumble relished the loss of control, his senses coming alive as he felt his lips once more press against the dragon’s scaled crotch. Even being dragged back to the point that Spike’s cock nearly left his mouth didn't dissuade the colt’s pleasure, and neither did being forced right back down again.

Scootaloo looked on in envy as Rumble was brutally face fucked by their master, whose hands gripped the colt’s head tightly, his own eyes closed as he thrusted forward into the smaller male’s face. The filly could even hear the wet smack, as Rumble’s lips impacted the dragon’s crotch, his cock no doubt slipping deep into the colt’s throat and filling him right back up. That wasn't the only sound though, as Rumble slurped and squelched on Spike’s cock.

Biting her lip, Scootaloo watched closely as the dragon used even more force on Rumble then he had on Scootaloo, something that made the filly even more envious. Though when she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel even more ashamed of that feeling, the tiny, logical voice in her head shaming her for being turned on by that fact. She knew she shouldn't feel envious of having her autonomy taken from her, of having her body used like it was little more than an object, yet she did, and her denial only went so far.

And by the look of it, Rumble enjoyed this loss of control as well, the colt’s legs twitching as his cock did the same, adding to the small puddle of pre that was growing between his legs.

Spike meanwhile, had forgotten all of his mocking remarks, and snide comments, focusing entirely on fucking the colt’s face as hard, and as brutally as possible. Something that he seemed to indulge in eagerly, his eyes closing as his jaw clenched, all his focus on rutting Rumble’s face.

This didn't last terribly long though, as the teasing Rumble and Scootaloo had given him earlier on top of Rumble’s own mediocre blowjob had done it's work, leaving Spike already on the brink of orgasming. His thrusts grew shorter, he allowed Rumble less time to gulp down air before all at once, he threw his hips forward one last time. Thus forcing Rumble down as deep and as hard as possible, ensuring that every last throbbing inch of him was inside the colt’s mouth.

A strained grunt was all the warning the poor colt got before Spike came hard. So hard in fact that the first jet of cum felt similar to drinking an entire glass of strangely thick milk. As far as Rumble was concerned though, this was heaven, and Scootaloo was bang on in her description of what it felt like. Every throb felt like a warm congratulations, each twitch of his cock a thank you for a job well done, filling him with warmth and that was without even considering the very real fact that he was quite literally growing warmer.

The thick, hot fluid filled the colt’s stomach in no time, though not enough to make Rumble feel sick, or unpleasant, it was merely like a constant reminder of his place. Like this was what he was meant to do in life, a tingle coming to his flanks, though the notion, and the tingling sensation was dashed when the tiny voice in the back of Rumble’s mind told him he was not just a toy. Even if he really, really enjoyed sucking dragon dick, it was not what he was meant to do in life, or at least, that's what he told himself.

The iron grip Spike had on the back of Rumble’s head vanished, and the dragon grunted suddenly, before letting out a long sigh, his whole body relaxing as he deposited the very last spurt of seed on Rumble’s tongue. Thus allowing the young colt his very first taste of dragon seed, and cum in general, a taste that made his eyes go wide, and his throat to reflexively swallow. An urge he quickly stifled, as he wanted to relish this experience, this feeling, and this taste.

Rolling the thick, viscous liquid around in his mouth a moment, Rumble took the time to pick apart the flavors like a fine wine connoisseur. That was until that tiny voice in the back of his mind reminded him of what he was doing however, and he quickly swallowed and allowed Spike to pull the tip of his penis from Rumble’s lips. Something that Rumble’s body seemed to resist, as it popped out of his mouth audibly, the colt still trying to suck down any loose bits of spunk that he could find.

Now without the cock inside him though, Rumble realized what he had done, and a hoof went down to his stomach, where he felt the dragon seed sloshing around inside. He could feel every last drop of cum that was slipping down his throat, before joining the rest of Spike’s cum. His jaw fell when he realized just how much he enjoyed this aspect of it, the colt forced to realize that he did indeed love every single part that came with sucking off the powerful dragon.

“That was pretty good, slut.” Spike commented, lightly slapping Rumble’s cheek and smiling.

“Er, thank you.” Rumble muttered, a hoof going to his cheek as another blush grew across his face.

“What now?” Scootaloo asked, the filly only barely able to contain the urge to ask Spike if he would fuck her right then and there.

“Well first, I’d like to hear how much Rumble enjoyed himself.” Spike stated, motioning to the colt.

Rumble sighed and whispered. “I loved it.” In a low, humiliated tone.

“Are you going to speak up, or are we going to have to do this every time I ask something of you?” Spike said with a frown, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I loved it.” Rumble stated, this time louder, though his gaze stayed glued to the floor, where Spike’s smug face was not visible.

“I thought as much, I bet you liked drinking my cum as well, didn't you my little gay slut?” Spike pressed, a hand running down the colt’s head and neck.

Rumble wanted desperately to deny it, and though he could say that he was at least still slightly interested in mares, he had also gained a certain fascination with a singular aspect of male physiology. “I’m not gay.” He muttered, unconsciously leaning towards the dragon as his scaled hand ran down Rumble’s neck and head.

“Oh but you do love cock, don't you?” Spike teased, continuing to pet the colt.

Rumble’s cheeks burned brightly with a powerful blush and though he once again, wanted to dismiss such a notion, he had already admitted to as much. “Y-yes.” He stated, making sure he did so in a tone loud enough that he wouldn't be forced to repeat himself.

That seemed to be just what Spike wanted to hear and he smirked as he rubbed Rumble’s chin like he was little more than a dog. “Good boy. Now, Scootaloo, bring me another collar, and we can start moving things along.”

The filly nodded and eagerly trotted over to the drawer before picking out a suitably sized collar and handing it over to Spike.

“Thank you.” Spike remarked, nodding to the filly before grabbing the collar and lifting it up. “Are you ready Rumble?”

Rumble gulped, looking from the collar that hung around Scootaloo’s neck, to her blushing face and finally back to Spike. “Y-yes.” He whispered, only to take a deep breathe. “Yes.” He said again, louder this time.

“That's a good boy.” Spike commended, hefting the collar up. “Now stand still.”

Rumble did as he was told and stood perfectly still, his body nearly quaking under the intense look Spike was giving him. As the collar was lifted up into place, he dared not even breathe, lest he somehow ruin this pivotal moment, or somehow shatter the fragile resolve he held tightly in his chest. The entire time the collar descended towards him, Rumble struggled against himself, one part of him wanting nothing more than to become exactly what Spike wanted him to be, while the other stubbornly refused.

In the end he did nothing to stop himself from being collared, the heavy weight settling around his neck and tightening until it became a constant reminder while also not cutting off his oxygen. With the clack of the lock around the collar, the transformation was complete, and Rumble was officially one of Spike’s pets.

Hanging his head in shame, Rumble barely even heard what Spike said before he suddenly shook his head and looked up. “I’m sorry what?” He asked.

“I said, congratulations, it feels nice doesn't it?” Spike pressed, leaning forward and rubbing his hand against the pony’s cheek and petting down his neck.

Rumble blushed even harder and nodded slowly. “It's heavy, but… nice.”

Scootaloo couldn't help but nod along as well, the filly already having gotten use to the weight around her neck as if it were second nature. “Yeah…” She muttered.

“Does it, get in the way at all?” Rumble asked Scootaloo nervously, his face becoming increasingly flush.

“N-no.” Scootaloo stuttered, a hoof going to her own collar and rubbing it gently, almost fondly.

Spike just snickered to himself, taking a step back and pulling his hand from Rumble’s cheek. “Now then, we can finally get the real fun started.” Declared the dragon, gesturing to his new pets. “Present yourselves before me, so that I may choose who I wish to take first.”

Instantly both ponies blushed profusely, glancing at one another hesitantly, as if daring the other to move first. The impromptu stare down only lasted a few seconds before they both gave up at the same moment, turning around slowly and displaying their privates for the dragon’s viewing pleasure. “Don't forget to raise your tails.” Spike added, giving both pony’s flanks a hard smack. “I don't want you hiding anything from me.”

Again, both ponies blushed, but did as they were told, raising their tails and allowing Spike a perfectly unobstructed view of everything they had to offer. A sight that the dragon eagerly indulged in, walking up to the pair and eyeing them with a lecherous, and critical gaze.

After looking back and forth between them for a few seconds, the dragon walked first to Rumble, something that made the colt oddly proud, as well as nervous, fearful that he may miss out on his chance to feel Spike’s cock stretch hsi other hole. Spike didn't seem to notice or care about these worries though, and simply walked up to him, one hand running down the colt’s flank and caressing his surprisingly soft rear, while the other cupped his chin.

“Hmm, your butt could use a little more cushion, but it's surprisingly bouncy for a colt.” Spike commented, pinching the colt’s butt and chuckling when Rumble squealed girlishly.

Covering his mouth with a hoof, Rumble tried his best to suppress anymore girly squealing on his part, but only managed to subdue most of the next one. A squeal that came when Spike gave his ass a firm smack, making his cheeks jiggle slightly.

“Not quite as nice as Scootaloo’s but still really nice.” Spike commented, the back of his hand running down the colt’s ass. “I can't wait to feel how good it feels when I’m balls deep inside you, fucking your brains out.”

Rumble shuddered, unconsciously spreading his legs a little wider, allowing Spike to run his hand a little lower, and over the colt’s sack. “Not very big either, not like it matters, as you’ll never fuck anything.” Spike chuckled, giving the colt’s sack a flick.

Prompting Rumble to blush even harder, his hoof pressed even firmer into his mouth, only barely holding back another squeal of delight. Rumble himself barely even heard the dragon’s next words, his mind reeling from the words he had just spoken. Like with most things the dragon said, Rumble wanted to deny it, wanted to claim it wasn't true, but he could hardly even offer any resistance to the notion, as it sounded strangely good.

“-and a nice tight little hole to top everything off.” Spike remarked, pressing his finger against Rumble’s ass and shocking the colt back to reality once more.

“Eep!” He squeeked, his tail shooting up as his eyes shot open.

“Well at least now he's paying attention.” Spike remarked with another snicker, pulling his finger back and eyeing the colt’s behind.

Rumble shivered under the dragon’s intense gaze, but otherwise said nothing, too humiliated to utter so much as a word.

“Not bad, let's check out Scootaloo next.” Spike commented, shifting from the colt to Scootallo, who instantly stood at attention, her tail raised high and her privates twitching in anticipation.

Unlike Rumble, who seemed to have become more submissive and withdrawn, Scootaloo had been under the effects of Spike’s intense aura for a while, meaning she was now sopping wet. Something Spike took note of, his finger running between the filly’s slick folds and making the pegasus whimper in anticipation.

“Absolutely sopping wet, you want it bad don't you slut?” Spike pressed cruelly, gripping the filly’s ass and squeezing it tightly.

“I want it so fucking badly.” Scootaloo muttered, her jaw hanging open as her tongue fell from her mouth.

“Hmm, well then, I shouldn't leave you waiting for much longer then. I couldn't very well call myself a gentledrake if I didn't do that, now would I?” Leaning forward, Spike gripped the filly’s flanks and pulled them apart, drawing another squeal from Scootaloo’s lips.

“And a surprisingly fat ass too boot. I love it.” Spike commented, his hands continuing to squeeze, and kneed her flanks while occasionally pulling them apart and revealing the deeper recesses of Scootaloo’s sopping wet pussy.

An act that only made her even wetter, and want what she knew was coming next that much more. Something Spike didn't seem wholly willing to give quite yet, the dragon continuing to knead her flanks several times before reluctantly releasing his grip and moving a little lower. His hands went from her flanks down to her teats, which he rubbed gently, Scootaloo opening her legs a little wider to allow Spike more room to fondle her.

“Not very big, but don't worry, once your pushing out my babies that will change.” Spike commented, leaning closer and whispering in the filly’s ear. “And don't worry, we’ll come back to that later, after you've been trained, and only if you've been good.”

Scootaloo blushed at the thought of bearing the dragon’s young, unable to stop herself from imagining such an event even if she didn't know if it was even possible or not. The sheer thought of being made into his brood mare, forced to bear child after child made her body burn hotter, and her mind to whirl with a new set of imagined possibilities that tantalized her.

Pulling back, Spike rose back to his full height before giving each pony a firm smack across the flank. “You are both acceptable, but I think I’m going to have to start with the first pony to become one of my pets.” Spike exclaimed, stepping closer to the filly and smiling down at her as she began to squirm, her mind warring with itself over the realization that she was indeed going to be the first to be fucked.

She didn't have long to consider whether or not she truly wanted it though, as Spike quickly gripped her waist in both hands and lurched forward, his prick piercing Scootaloo’s pink pussy. In an instant she went from confused and unsure of herself, to completely and utterly convinced that this was indeed exactly what she wanted. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her entire body shaking as she felt Spike slide inside her, stretching her wide and forcing her to take inch after inch of dragon cock.

Meanwhile Rumble stood beside them, slightly disappointed, and ashamed that he was as disappointed as he was. He didn't want to feel like he was missing out, but he also didn't want to be used as little more then as another male’s toy. Regardless, he found his inner turmoil disrupted by a deep, breathy moan coming from Scootaloo, who was evidently enjoying getting fucked right in front of her former boyfriend.

Spike grunted, his hips pulling back only to surge forward again and again, driving more and more of his cock inside the petite filly while also making her moan louder with every thrust. “Fuck your tight.” Spike muttered through grit teeth. “Was I your first?”

Scootaloo blushed a little harder and nodded meekly, ashamed by the fact tha Spike had taken her virginity. “Y-yes. I used a toy before though, so I know what it feels like.” She whispered, her head hung low, avoiding Rumble’s gaze.

“And did it feel exactly like me?” Spike pressed, a sneer on his lips.

“N-no. It felt n-nothing like you.” Scootaloo muttered through grit teeth, the filly desperate to hold back another surge of pleasure that coursed up her spine and threatened to spill out of her mouth.

It felt so good, so different from anything Scootaloo had ever felt that she struggled to put words to what she was feeling. Spike’s cock easily plowed deeper and deeper with every thrust, the pointed head of his cock descending faster then the normal flat head of a stallion ever could. It also felt far, far better than the small toy Scootaloo had used before, as unlike the smooth toy, Spike’s cock was ridged, and covered with many tiny bumps that seemed to home in on every pleasure point in the filly’s young pussy.

Spike laughed at the filly’s dismay, amused by the way that she seemed to desperately fight the pleasure she felt while continuing to be rocked by the endless waves that even now threatened to overwhelm her. Though a small part of him wanted to tease her about this, to try and get her to indulge more fully in the undeniable joy that came with being fucked by his perfect cock, he instead turned his head to Rumble. Who stood mere feet away, the colt watching Spike as he fucked Scootaloo with a strange intensity.

His gaze flickered between Scootaloo’s face and Spike’s cock, as if he was silently trying to judge just how good it felt from the expressions she made. His body was also tense, as if he were struggling internally with his own little inner battle, one that he seemed to be losing, if the way his cock twitched endlessly was any indication.

Smiling to himself, Spike slowed his thrusts, merely rocking his hips back and forth in a slow, deliberate motion. “So Rumble, how does it feel to watch me fuck your girlfriend right in front of you?” Spike pressed.

The colt bit down his lip and nervously pawed the ground, looking down, and away from the scene playing out before him. “It's strange.” He all but whispered, his mind distant as he struggled to say what he was feeling, or even really know what exactly those feelings were for that matter.

“You don't mind though right?” Spike remarked. “After all, you are nothing more then a gay slut that craves only cock.”

Rumble blushed harder, breathed faster and generally struggled against the veritable wall of pressure that he felt was pounding down against him. The usual mix of denial, shame, and humiliation swirled in his mind, fighting endlessly for what emotion would win out and dominate his thoughts completely.

“Right?” Spike asked again, this time more directly.

Rumble gulped and nodded meekly, unable to look either Spike or Scootaloo in the eye. “Y-yes, Spike.”

“I thought as much, now watch close as a real male does it.” Spike commanded, his hips slamming forward at the last second and driving his cock deep into Scootaloo’s now stuffed pussy.

The effect was immediate, the filly arching her back as her hooves shook, and her tongue fell from her mouth. All while a deep, resounding moan filled the room, the young pegasus filly unable to contain just how good it felt to be filled so much. And it was considerable, the dragon’s average cock somehow stretching Scootaloo far beyond what she assumed her body was capable of.

If she thought about it, she would probably come to the conclusion that it had something to do with the fact that his cock was shaped differently than the toy, or how it was thicker near the base. Whatever the reason, it felt far larger than it actually was, and the filly squirmed as she felt the thick cock of her new master plunge deeper than ever before. Something that was made even more obvious as she felt nearly his entire erection slide inside her, the base of her pussy being spread considerably.

She could hardly even pay attention to the looks Rumble was giving, though the filly was vaguely aware of the horrified and captivated expression the male was shooting her. A reluctant glance in his direction reminded Scootaloo that they had been dating up until only a few minutes ago, though even that stark reminder wasn't enough to break through the haze of lust that hung over her. She was Spike’s now, one way or another, and no amount of shame would change that, as he was simply too commanding for her to resist.

Still, the voice remained at the back of her mind, though it was easily drowned out by the thunderous pleasure that coursed through her each time Spike’s hips lurched forward. This voice only grew quieter as time went on, the dragon’s claim on her body becoming that much more real with every thrust. So lost was the filly, that she hardly even noticed the sounds of her own moaning, or the soft squelch of Spike’s cock squeezing inside her.

The only thing that she heard, and indeed the only thing she cared about was Spike’s voice, and if he was enjoying himself as much as she was. Something she was sure of, as she could both feel his cock twitching inside her, and hear the soft sounds of his grunts and moans. Rumble was all but forgotten in her mind, the colt’s opinion being rendered so irrelevant that she hardly even cared that he was still there, staring at her with wide, shock filled eyes.

Spike grunted, his claws digging into Scootaloo’s flanks and giving him the leverage needed to slam the last few inches of his cock inside Scootaloo. The second this happened, Scootaloo threw her head back and moaned long and hard, the filly giving voice to all the lust she had been desperately holding back until now. With that point finally being crossed, Scootaloo suddenly lurched into action, no longer willing to simply let Spike do all the work, she pushed back against him, grinding every last millimeter of dick inside her.

“Fuck your a tight little slut.” Spike remarked with a grunt.

Off to the side, and nearly forgotten, Rumble sat there, his shock having slowly abated and was subdued by the all consuming lust that hung over his mind. No longer was shocked, appalled, or even angry at what Scootaloo had done, as he was forced to face the fact that she wasn't his, not anymore. They were both mere pets, objects to be used by Spike who was now no longer their friend, but rather, their master.

With little else to do, and no direction to guide him, Rumble merely sat there, cock throbbing as he watched Spike and Scootaloo fuck.

The slow buildup and gentle rocking hips of the last few minutes was quickly abandoned after Scootaloo began to truly participate. Spike thrusted faster, harder, and with far, far more force then before. His hands gripped Scootaloo’s flanks tight enough that it nearly felt painful, but if Scootaloo cared, she didn't say anything, merely allowing her body to be used as felt natural.

She was his after all, a toy, a pet, no longer a pegasus or even a pony, this is where she felt most whole, most fulfilled. On the end of Spike’s dick, and getting fucked like the absolute whore she is.

“Hey Rumble! Is it okay to cum inside your girlfriend?” Spike asked, sneering at the colt.

Rumble opened his mouth to speak, only to once more find himself without anything to say, his words lost amidst a loud, and lew moan coming from Scootaloo. “She's not mine.” Rumble whispered. “She's-” He gulped. “-yours.”

“Louder!” Spike commanded.

“She's not mine anymore, she's yours!” Rumble yelled, face hot with shame, eyes closed tightly and unable to look.

“Do you hear that Scootaloo, your mine, your boyfriend gave you up.” Spike jeered, while giving the filly’s ass a firm smack. “That doesn't make you angry does it?”

“N-no master.” Scootaloo replied, stopping for a moment to bite back another urge to moan. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.” Spike sneered, before turning to Rumble suddenly. “Start lubing up that hole of yours, slut, because after this I’m going to take that ass for a ride.”

“Yes master.” Rumble replied quickly.

Sitting down, Rumble spread his legs and pushed his cock out of the way, knowing full well that he wasn't going to be using it anymore. He paused for a moment, struck by the realization that this would have upset him even a few minutes ago, now however? Now it was normal, natural even.

Brushing aside that thought, Rumble licked his forehoof up and down before leaning down and pressing the limb against his tight ass. At first he settled for merely lubricating the hole with his spit as much as possible, as his hoof was far too large to fit inside him. After he watched Scootaloo and Spike for another minute though, he began to feel a strange sense of envy, the desire to get fucked like Scootaloo was bubbling to the surface. With little else to do, Rumble began to rock back and forth, pressing the tip of his hoof into his hole and working more and more spit into it, hoping that it would help at least a little when it came to be his turn.

Spike gave the colt a glance every now and then in order to make sure his order was being followed, and that the colt was enjoying himself. Two things that the odd glance was able to tell him were indeed happening, and with more gusto then he would have thought at first. Smirking to himself, Spike puffed out his chest in pride, taking great joy from seeing how far his hypnotic abilities had come over the last few minutes.

Still, he didn't dwell on this too much though, as he knew that there was more to be done, namely fucking Scootaloo harder then any pony would ever be able to manage. He wanted to not only break her, and to make her his but to also ruin her for any pony that may come after him. With a wide smirk on his face, he imagined how good it would feel to know that Scootaloo was completely unable to even feel pleasure without his cock being inside her. Making a note to make sure just such a thing happen, Spike gripped her flanks tighter and got right back to work, thrusting forward with even more strength than before.

The soft smack of Spike’s hips meeting Scootaloo’s flanks became a clap, the dragon’s strength making the filly’s flanks ripple under the impact of such a powerful thrust. Something Scootaloo felt keenly, the pegasus barely able to keep her grip on the stone floor under such a brutal assault. Not like she minded the challenge though, as she relished the opportunity to prove that she could take anything Spike could dish out.

With her jaw set, and her teeth clenched, the young pegasus continued to push back against Spike’s thrusts, though at this point it was little more than a weak effort meant mostly to show that she was trying, rather than to attempt to match his own strength. Something that the young pony knew she wouldn't be able to do easily, as the dragon had the advantage of both being a male, as well as a few years and a far more muscular body structure.

Still, that wasn't enough to make her give up though, and the young filly at least tried to match him as much as possible, her hips doing their best to push back against him. Something that Spike seemed to enjoy at least, though the effects were still minimal despite her increased motivation to pleasure the dragon.

Spike himself was riding high on a wave of absolute euphoria, and though he knew he could hurry up and finish at any time he wanted, he chose instead to try and degrade his new pet as much as possible before he did just that. And so, he stopped suddenly, his cock balls deep inside the filly’s pussy, the suddenness of which shocked her.

“Put your face down against the ground and raise your ass nice and high.” Spike commanded.

Scootaloo blushed, but did as she was told, bowing down and raising her ass as high as possible, a task that was made more difficult by the fact that there was over six inches of dragon dick stuffed inside her pussy. Only after did she complete the order did she wonder why she even did it, and why it felt so good to have followed his command, even if it was one that made her even more humiliated. Her face now against the ground, Scootaloo could feel Spike’s cock brush up against a whole new group of pleasure centers.

“Good, now make sure you don't get back up again, your a pet, and you should be fucked like one.” Spike announced with a haughty laugh.

Scootaloo’s cheeks burned hot with shame, but she said nothing, biting her lip and forcing down another moan that would have been as loud as it was lewd.

Off to the side, Rumble’s eyes went wide when he noticed just how humiliated Scootaloo looked right now, and the colt instantly had the urge to ask to switch places. Though this wasn't for chivalrous reasons, as he simply wanted to be the one with the dragon cock buried inside him. His hoof moved a little faster, pressed a little harder, forcing his tight hole open a little wider and allowing more of the well lubricated limb to slip inside. Though it wasn't exactly much, it was enough to make Rumble feel an ounce of what it would be like to have Spike inside him, and for the lust filled colt, that was enough.

Spike had not remained motionless while this was happening though, and the dragon drove his hips forward repeatedly, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. His orgasm was coming soon, he could feel it beginning to claw at the back of his mind, but he wouldn't let it arrive quite yet, as he wasn't done driving home his dominion over his pet.

Gripping the filly’s tail tight in one hand, Spike smacked her ass with the other, pulling the first limb tight and yanking on the filly’s tail. “Come on slut, push harder!” He boomed.

Scootaloo yelped and thrust back harder then ever before, the pulling of her tail prompting her to throw every last bit of strength she could bring to bear. After all, this was a command from Spike, and despite just how shameful it was, she kind of enjoyed having her tail pulled so cruelly. It was like she was being reminded of her place while Spike demonstrated just how much power he held over her, thoroughly arousing the young filly.

The clap of her their bodies meeting grew louder still as Scootaloo continued to thrust back as hard as she could, something that had the adverse effect of driving Spike’s cock against her love button. An action that left her hooves shaking, and her mind racing, each thrust ending with a bolt of pleasure that shot through her and made her cry out in joy.

All Rumble could do form the sidelines was watch as Scootaloo was firmly made into a toy for their master’s pleasure. All such fantasies of escaping Spike with Scootaloo in tow was now completely and utterly banished from his mind, leaving him only with the intense desire yearning to get fucked.

Spike grunted, his thrusts growing shorter as his orgasm came closer and closer. “You know, when your like that Scootaloo you look like a dog.” Spike commented, tapping his chin as he yanked her tail. “Perhaps you should bark like the bitch you are.”

Scootaloo shuddered in sudden pleasure, her mind reeling from the implications of such a suggestion. To be fucked like this, in such a position while Spike pulled on her tail was something, and it was an entire different thing to be forced to bark like a mere animal.

“Well, go on then, bark!” Spike yelled, accentuating his point by pulling a little harder on Scootaloo’s tail.

Scootaloo yelped and barked as loud as she could, doing her best to emulate the sound of a female dog even while a part of her mind recoiled in shame from what she had just done.

“Your not allowed to speak, from now on your a dog, and will act just like a dog.” Spike commanded. “Speak doggy!”

Scootaloo barked, yipped, and whined like a dog, the filly barely aware of what she was doing until she had already begun doing it. She had no time to consider her actions however as she felt Spike growing close, and she wanted nothing more then to do everything he commanded to the absolute best of her ability.

When his thrusts became deeper she continued to bark, as his cock began to twitch she barked, and even while she felt the first wave of seed begin to travel up his cock, she acted like the animal she had become. She howled when she felt Spike’s body jerk to a stop and the first wave of seed shoot inside her and she kept doing so until the second eruption of seed splashed inside her. Then her howl morphed into a drawn out whine, the filly emulating perfectly the sounds she had occasionally heard outside her window late at night.

Rumble’s jaw dropped once more, and his hooves fell to his sides, his job forgotten amidst the strange scene played out before him. On the one hand he could feel a second hand shame coming from Scootaloo, and on the other hand he felt a different kind of second hand feeling, namely one of intense, and nearly all consuming envy.

Spike meanwhile, was not paying attention to any of this, his jaw clenched tight as his cock continued to shoot rope after rope into Scootaloo’s pussy, filling her cunt with the potent seed of a powerful dragon. Something that Scootaloo herself had already fallen deeply in love with, as it felt akin to how he had cum down her throat, but also far more intimate, and far, far more arousing.

The dragon’s body continued to twitch and spasm as he dropped every last bit of seed he had into the filly’s spasming hole, Spike vaguely aware that she was probably orgasming right now. Not like cared though, as in the end it wasn't about her, it was all about him, and whatever it took to get him off. His orgasm didn't last much longer though, as despite his draconic stamina, he had cum several times already, and he had just dropped another monster load inside one of his pony pets.

This time he didn't pull out near the end as he wanted every last drop to end up inside the filly’s hole. Something Scootaloo seemed to enjoy, as her whining grew louder each time he spurted another rope of cum inside her. Finally, after what felt like minutes, Spike sighed, and pulled back slightly, his hand wiping away the sweat that had gathered on his brow.

“Fuck that was good.” He muttered, giving Scootaloo a firm smack across the flank. “Good job slut.”

Scootaloo yipped turned back at the dragon, her eyes wide and her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, as if asking if she truly did a good job or not.

Spike merely chuckled and released the hold he had on the filly’s tail. “You did a damn good job, maybe I should make you be a dog more often, you make for a natural bitch.”

Barking proudly, Scootaloo gave her butt a little wiggle.

A motion that prompted Spike to begin pulling out the rest of the way, retrieving his cock from Scootaloo’s messy depths. With a wet shlick, his prick emerged into the air once more, the dragon nearly stumbling backwards for a moment. “Rumble, get over here and clean my dick.” Spike commanded.

Scrambling to his hooves, Rumble ran over to the dragon and forgot all about how achingly empty his asshole felt. This time there was absolutely no time wasted, and no hesitation given, the colt eagerly diving down Spike’s cock and slurping audibly around his semi hard shaft.

“Ahh, that's a good little cock slut.” Spike began. “How does your former girlfriend's pussy taste anyway? It's funny considering the first taste you ever got was from cleaning off my cock with your mouth.”

Rumble hesitated a moment, the colt only now realizing the true depth of his humiliation. All he could do was nod meekly, hoping Spike got the message before returning to service the dragon as best he could. A response that made Spike snicker, his hands slipping through the colt’s mane and holding his head tightly.

“I’ll take that as a yes, and that you are volunteering to do this job every time I need my cock cleaned.” Spike jeered.

Despite the still clear, and obviously humiliating tone of voice, Rumble couldn't help but think it was worth it just to be allowed to suck the dragon’s cock more often, even if he would be forced to taste the filly that had been his each time he did it. Pressing this thought to the back of his mind, Rumble slurped away at Spike’s cock, surprised to notice that he hadn't softened completely before getting hard once more. Something that seemed spurned on by the degrading words he had thrown Rumble’s way, though that was only his guess.

Once Spike’s cock was free of cum, spit, and the remnants left from Scootaloo’s pussy, Spike pulled back, pushing Rumble off his cock and pointing to the floor. “Lay on your stomach and lift your ass. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.” Spike commanded.

Rumble obliged said command instantly, leaping to the ground and lifting his tail up and out of the way, barely even sparing a glance to Scootaloo who lay a few feet away on her belly, panting heavily. The colt didn't even concern himself with the disheveled state that her mane, tail, and just about everything else was, as he was finally about to get his turn.

This monumental achievement, made Rumble grin and give his butt a little wiggle, anxious to finally feel Spike’s cock. Glancing over his shoulder Rumble caught a glimpse of Spike eying him up, a hand stroking his cock as he looked Rumble up and down. “Get ready, slut, because this time there will be no slow easing into things, I’m going to fuck you hard, and fast.” Spike declared with a wide, proud smile.

Rumble nodded eagerly. “I can do it, use me as much as you’d like.”

Smirking to himself, Spike strode forward. “That's my gay little slut, always ready to get his ass fucked.”

Rumble’s body shuddered and he stifled a lewd, girly moan. “Th-that's me.” He muttered.

Now wasting so much as a second, Spike strode confidently over to the colt and bent down, positioning his cock against his hole before grabbing hold of Rumble’s tail and pulling it tight. Sure enough, there was no more teasing, no more easing into things, Spike merely thrust forward unannounced, his spit covered cock slipping deep into the colt’s ass.

Scootaloo’s watched closely as she saw the first few inches of dragon cock slide into Rumble’s ass, disappearing inside the surprisingly accommodating hole with ease. The spit went surprisingly far, and it took only a few hard thrusts before Spike was able to push nearly half his cock into Rumble’s hole. Each time he thrust forward he stopped and gave his hips a wiggle, making sure his cock spread the colt’s ass as far as possible, while also giving him at least a little more time to adapt to the dragon’s throbbing length.

For a while this repeated over and over again, the dragon pushing forward, giving his hips a wiggle, and then pulling back slightly, stretching the colt’s ass continually. Throughout it all Rumble remained relatively quiet, the colt biting his lip and only occasionally letting out a small, barely contained moan of pleasure.

Scootaloo, having only now regained her bearings completely, stood suddenly, only to stumble right back down to the floor when her legs gave out from under her. Thankfully her strength came back relatively quickly and she looked down at Rumble in a mixture of amusement, confusion and sleight envy. Though she was still quaking from the thorough fucking she had just received, she kind of wanted to go again.

Scootaloo cocked her head in such a way that seemed to ask “What do you want me to do?” Without ever having to speak.

The dragon paused, his hips only rocking slightly back and forth, uncaring to the desperate wiggling that Rumble was doing. “Lay in front of Rumble on your back, with your legs spread.” Spike replied.

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, but otherwise did as she was told, curious as to what the dragon had planned for her. Getting into position wasn't hard, and didn't take a while, though she did stop to look down at Rumble who seemed to be enjoying the feeling of getting his ass stuffed far more than the filly would have assumed he would have. The filly barked questioningly, spreading her legs nice and wide and revealing her cream filled pussy which glistened in the low light of the two makeshift torches.

“Now just shuffle a little closer to me and… there we go.” Spike smiled, giving Rumble’s ass a firm smack and bringing his attention away from the amazing pleasure radiating from his ass. “Do you like the view, slut?”

Rumble looked up, his eyes only now noticing just how close Scootaloo was, and what exactly it was that was gushing out of her stretched pussy. His eyes went wide, as his nostrils flared, the colt catching a strong whiff of the female’s arousal mixed with Spike’s potent cum. Cum that was even now dripping out of her pussy and pooling on the floor before him. Looking up, Rumble noticed the filly’s wide blush and clearly ashamed face, her gaze off to the right and avoiding the male even while she continued to follow the dragon’s orders.

Leaning forward, Spike unconsciously pressed his cock deeper into the colt’s tight hole, making him squirm while Spike got close enough to whisper into his ear. “How does it feel to see my cum dripping out of your former girlfriend’s pussy? How does it feel to know that you will never do that, and that you will never want to do that as you are now my gay little slut.”

Rumble bit his lip tightly, his cock throbbing against the colt floor and his own stomach, pre dripping out of it's length and staining his already thoroughly stained coat. He wanted to scream and shout, to deny and to insult, but nothing came out. His words died in his throat, and as realization dawned, he dropped his head, shame burning bright across his cheeks.

“It feels…” He stopped, a small moan slipping past his lips as he felt Spike’s cock twist inside him, stretching him further and bumping against some deep part of his anatomy that sent a lightning bolt up his spine. “G-good.” He whispered, too ashamed to speak any louder.

Despite that, Spike definitely heard him, the dragon snickering to himself as he rose back to full height, using Rumble’s ass to push himself back into his former position, cock still resting firmly in the colt’s hole. “I thought you’d say that.” Spike commented. “Now, stick your nose nice and close and give it a nice sniff, I want you to smell exactly what real cum smells and looks like.”

Rumble did as he was told, extending his neck and placing his nose at the entrance of Scootaloo’s pussy, his nostrils filled with the scent of Spike’s still warm cum. The act was degrading in the extreme, with Rumble knowing that this was wrong on so many levels, yet he was unable to stop himself. Spike had willed it, Spike wanted him to do this, why wouldn't Rumble do as he was told when it felt so right?

He wasn't able to contemplate the newest moral dilemma for long though, as Spike began moving several seconds after that, his hips rocking back and forth as he worked himself back up to the speed he had before he had paused to humiliate the colt again. For now the dragon seemed content to leave Rumble to stew in the complicated quandary he was facing as he watched the colt’s features twitch from both confusion and pleasure.

With a smirk on his face, he closed his eyes, tightened his grip on Spike’s flanks and really began to get into it, his hips thrusting back and forth as he worked himself nice and deep. With one final thrust, his large balls slapped against Rumble’s smaller ones, reminding the colt that he was insignificant in a different way.

An action that made Rumble moan louder than before, the shame, humiliation and pleasure mixing until the sensations were indiscernible from one another. With no time to pick apart the beginning of one feeling and the end of another, Rumble simply basked in the pleasure of it all, uncaring to how much Spike humiliated him so long as the dragon didn't stop.

Noticing that his pet was starting to get more into it, Spike moved faster, thrust harder, watching carefully as the colt began to push back. Together they quickly reached an equilibrium when one pushed forward the other pushed back, increasing both of the pleasures they felt. With a smile on his face, he even noticed that Scootaloo was enjoying the humiliation she was forced to endure as Rumble continued to breathe deep from the potent well of scents that was her pussy.

This continued for several minutes, with Spike content to merely rut Rumble nice and deep, his pace not too fast, and his thrusts not too powerful, the dragon wanting to ensure that he was thoroughly stretched before moving on to something more demanding. Beneath him, Rumble continued to wiggle occasionally, his ass having relaxed significantly over time, and no longer felt like a vice, but rather something tighter, yet far more welcoming.

Moving one hand from the male’s ass to his tail, Spike pulled it tight before speeding up a little more, the clap of his crotch meeting Rumble’s ass becoming a near constant sound that mingled with the colt’s moans and filled the room with the sound. Spike’s own less loud and proud moaning was a far cry from the girly squealing that each deep thrust brought out, making the dragon smile a little wider.

His plan had worked far better then he first thought it would, and Spike couldn't help but swell with pride when he realized just how perfectly Rumble had fallen into his role as his personal cum dump. Even Scootaloo seemed content with just watching, the pony whining occasionally, her pussy twitching as she watched the two males fuck.

“M-more.” Rumble muttered suddenly.

Spike raised an eyebrow and pulled Rumble’s tail tight and holding it there, prompting the other male to stop mid counter thrust, their hips having met. “What did you just say?” Spike asked, his voice tinged by one part threat, and one part curiosity.

“I want more, p-please.” Rumble begged, his back curved and his lip quivering.

For a moment Spike said nothing, only for the dragon to suddenly explode with laughter. “Oh I knew you would make for a good cum dumpster, but I never knew you would be this good of one!” Spike smiled and gave his hips a little wiggle. “Fine then, you want more, I’ll give you more, but don't say I didn't warn you.”

“Thank you!” Rumble yelled before his next words devolved into a surprised moan, the dragon thrusting forward faster, and with far more force than ever before.

Over and over he continued to drive forward, his hips surging with such strength that Rumble’s ass shook with each blow. Spike grunted, the male biting his lip and doing his best to hold off his own orgasm for as long as possible. After all he wanted to break in Rumble’s tight hole as much as possible in order to firmly establish that he was in control, that Spike was his, and that he was nothing more than a cum dumpster to be filled and used as the dragon saw fit.

Scootaloo meanwhile was surprised to feel Rumble’s nose occasionally bump into her cum filled pussy, making her body shiver and a faint whine to slip past her lips. She didn't know why it felt so good, as it was the single most humiliating thing she had ever experienced, but it also felt undeniably good. It was like Spike was literally rubbing Rumble’s nose in the fact that he had finished inside Scootaloo before the colt could even get to second base.

Rumble was in heaven, the colt surprising Spike by thrusting back almost as hard as the dragon thrust forward. The back and forth was far more mutual then even Scootaloo had been, and the filly had been all but desperate to feel the dragon inside her. The other pegasus seemed to crave him even more, and within only a minute of Spike increasing his pace two fold, Rumble was moving faster, thrusting harder and crying louder then Scootaloo ever had.

Something that Spike eagerly took note of, the dragon only barely able to hold back the urge to cum right then and there. All his grand plans to rut Rumble for many more minutes being thrown out the window as even he got caught up in the sudden passion that the colt brought to the table. His moaning, the soft plap of Spike’s crotch meeting Rumble’s plump flanks, as well as the softer, breathier moans coming from Scootaloo, it all came together to become the perfect symphony.

Spike loved every second of it, the dragon even enjoying the scent of sex that now permeated the room to the point that he could cut it with a knife. Still, Spike knew it wouldn't last much longer, and though he had already cum several times, Rumble’s sheer enthusiasm was going to make him cum faster then even Scootaloo had.

With a confident smirk on his face, Spike licked his lips, preparing himself for what was coming next. Though he was going to cum faster then before, that didn't mean he couldn't pour on the strength as much as possible before then though.

The dragon drew his hips back further than ever before before slamming himself into Rumble’s ass and smashing his massive sack against Rumble’s much smaller one. This titanic thrust also had the effect of squishing Rumble’s cock a little tighter between his own stomach and the cold floor. While also pressing the colt’s nose a little firmer against Scootaloo’s pussy and coating a good chunk of his muzzle in Spike’s leftover seed.

The ensuing squeals of girlish pleasure that came from both Scootaloo and Rumble were like music to the dragon and he quickly readied another powerful thrust followed by another, and another. Over and over he drove his hips forward, making the other actions repeat again and again until nearly the entirety of Rumble’s face was covered in dragon cum, and his cock had been squirted a small ocean of precum.

Still, no matter how much he enjoyed jack hammering the colt’s asshole, he couldn't do it forever, and just as Spike began to consider letting himself go, he felt Rumble’s voice grow even louder. Raising an eyebrow, Spike continued his assault while also keeping a close eye on the colt, whose body trembled, his legs shaking.

“F-f-f-fuck.” Rumble muttered through grit teeth.

“Did you just cum from getting your ass fucked?” Spike asked, a laugh already on his lips.

Rumble bit his lip hard and nodded as much as he could, the colt fighting his body in order to keep pushing back against Spike.

Emboldened by Rumble’s barely contained pleasure, Spike gripped the colt’s tail tighter, pulling it harder and continuing to jack hammer his ass with all the speed and power he could muster. Each time he did so the dragon made sure to pull nearly the entire way out before slamming all the way back inside. Inadvertently making Rumble cum exceptionally harder each time the dragon’s fat cock slammed home once more.

This continued for only a few seconds more before Spike increased his speed even more, going all out. “I’m about to cum, beg for it!” He demanded.

“Oh please master, I need your cum inside me so bad, please please please fill my ass with your seed!” Rumble yelled.

So turned on by the colt’s response, Spike couldn't even try to hold on any longer, and he yanked hard on the colt’s tail, forcing their hips to meet and for the dragon’s cock to be pushed as deep as possible. The second every last inch of dick was inside the colt’s hole, Spike came, and came hard, his cock twitching and shooting a seemingly endless supply of cum into Rumble.

Scootaloo shuddered as she watched Rumble slump forward, his entire body twitching each time another load erupted into his ass. His gaze was distant, his mouth hung open and small moans spilled past his lips every few seconds. Though she had been a little envious at first, now Scootaloo felt oddly proud of her former boyfriend, who was now thoroughly broken in, just like her.

For a while Spike and Rumble remained in that same position, neither moving an inch until finally it was clear that Spike had no more to give, his balls spent and his cock now still. Even after it was over, Spike remained inside the colt until he let out a long sigh and released his hold on Rumble’s tail. “Fuck that was good.” Spike muttered under his breath.

“Really good.” Rumble added.

With a smile on his face, Spike pulled back and wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing deeply. “Yeah, I’m beat.”

Pulling back, Spike yanked his cock out of Rumble’s cloying depths, giving the colt’s stretched hole a glance before chuckling to himself and walking over to the front of the colt. “Here.” Spike stated simply, presenting his cock.

Without missing a beat, Rumble got to work cleaning it for him, slurping audibly on the dragon’s cock. “After that you two can clean each other up, we need to start heading back to town.”

Scootaloo frowned, whining softly and reminding Spike that he hadn't told her to stop acting like a dog. “You can speak normally now.” Spike announced.

“Thank goodness.” Scootaloo muttered, the filly struggling back into a stand.

“All done.” Rumble announced, prompting Spike to look down and realize the job was indeed done.

“Good work, now then why don't you…” Spike stopped suddenly, looking back at the colt’s flank and raising an eyebrow. “Well would you look at that.”

Scootaloo followed the dragon’s gaze, her eyes widening when she noticed what he had seen. “Well that certainly is unique.” She murmured.

“What? What is it?” Rumble asked before turning his head and noticing that he had his cutie mark, and it was indeed a unique one. “Woah.”

There on his flank was a perfect replica of the collar around his neck, attached to which was a stylized leash like the one he had seen Spike use earlier. A glance at his other flank told him that it was indeed the same for both sides, and a poke told him that it was as real as it looked.

“I guess you were always meant to be my pet.” Spike remarked with a snicker.

Rumble blushed and nodded meekly. “Y-yeah.” He whispered in a sort of awe. “I guess I finally know my place in the world.”

“I’m happy for you rumble, but I also kinda feel a little jealous. I mean, why can't my cutiemark be about me serving our master?” Scootaloo pouted.

Rumble smirked, bumping his hip against Scootaloo’s. “I guess you are just going to have to serve him extra well in order to prove your as devoted as me.”

The filly frowned and crossed her hooves over her chest. “I guess we should get back cleaning, we have a long walk back.” Scootaloo muttered, trying to change the subject. “Are you sure you can't fuck me just one more time?”

Spike laughed and shook his head. “I’m afraid we are going to have to move, and besides, if I did that I would have to fuck Rumble again, and then we’d be back to square one.”

Scootaloo sighed. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Go on then, help out my other pet and don't mind me, I’ll just be planning something.” Spike remarked, waving his hand at the filly.

Who shrugged and turned to Rumble, holding his face still while she licked up the cum that covered his features. Spike watched as his two pets did their best to clean each other as much as possible using only their mouths and their hooves. Leaving Spike to think, and plan of what lay before him, his mind whirling with possibilities.

“Yes, this is going to be a most interesting summer.” He muttered to himself, a wide, wolfish smile crossing his features.

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The Aftermath

Rumble smiled confidently as he strode through town, his head held high as he trotted next to a distracted Sweetie Belle, who had her nose in a book. Around them the town flitted past, the colt barely even sparing a glance at whatever was going on, his attention fixated purely on his thoughts, and namely what he knew was coming the second he reached his destination.

“Augh, I can't believe it was 1661, I was so off!” Sweetie Belle announced suddenly, groaning loudly.

Rumble snickered to himself. “Oh it's not that bad, you were in the right ball park.” He remarked with a smile.

Sweetie Belle groaned even louder as she tucked the book into her bags using her magic. “Yeah, if you call a whole century a ballpark.”

Rumble shrugged. “It's all how you look at it. In the grand scheme of things a hundred years isn't that long a time.”

“Easy for you to say, you have a sports cutie mark, this little history lesson on the Equestria games must have been easy for you.” Sweetie Belle muttered angrily.

Looking back at his flank, Rumble noted that his cutie mark was the same soccer ball cutie mark that had been there since this morning. “You know cutie marks don't just give you knowledge right? I still had to study for this stuff, same as you.”

“Yeah yeah, but it still must have helped, I mean your special talent is literally soccer.” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

“Maybe it did, maybe it didn't… But do you know one thing that actually does help? Studying.”

Sweetie Belle grumbled silently to herself. “I’d like to see how much studying you get done with a sister up at all hours sewing while blasting her ‘thinking’ records.”

“Well considering I don't have a sister, I guess I’ll never know.” Rumble perked up and glanced over Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. “Speaking of which, isn't this your stop?”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes went wide and she looked to her left. “Oh right, I don't usually come home this way.” The filly took a step only to stop. “Hey Rumble, if you see Scootaloo could you ask her to come talk to us or something? Me and Apple Bloom haven't seen her in a while.”

Rumble nodded. “I’ll pass it along if I see her.”

“Thanks, later!” Sweetie Belle waved before turning and trotting down the side street, making a beeline towards Carousel Boutique.

Rumble however, was going in a different direction, and as soon as Sweetie Belle had trotted away, he broke into a brisk jog before flapping his wings and lifting off, ascending into the sky and turning towards the edge of town. Where a small, shorter house stood nestled into a small collection of other small houses, nearly disappearing into the cookie cutter homes that littered the area.

With his destination in sight, the colt pumped his wings hard, ensuring it took less than a minute to arrive at his destination, his heart pounding in his chest the moment he drew close. A wide grin spread across his face and after glancing left and right, the colt pushed open the door and slipped inside.

With the door closed behind him, he looked around, and after seeing no one, went to the back of the house before descending down into the basement, closing the heavy oak door behind him before slipping the bolt into place. The stairs down were rickety, and the colt glided down them, not trusting the old and half rotted wood one bit.

Once at the bottom he pushed his way past one last door and was greeted with a familiar sight.

Spike stood on a bed, his tail raised and Scootaloo’s face plastered firmly between his cheeks. From the look on Spike’s face and the sound of the filly’s tongue, the other pegasus was giving the dragon a much appreciated rim job.

“Hey guys.” He greeted warmly, waving at the pair.

Spike nodded. “Hey Rumble, how was the day?” He replied.

Scootaloo merely waved from behind Spike’s ass, the filly not stopping or even slowing for a second. Something that made Rumble snicker, the colt wondering just who was enjoying the rim job more, Spike, or the pony who was tonsil deep in his asshole.

Ignoring the pair, Rumble dropped his book bags at the door and grabbed a wash cloth set aside for him. A cloth that he quickly used to wipe away his fake cutie marks and reveal the real ones that were hidden beneath them. The collar complete with leash was as perfect as ever, and even seemed to shine in the faint light of the basement.

Next he leaned down, and grabbed the collar that was placed where it always was, the colt deftly snapping into it place around his neck before fastening it securely with the lock. Giving the collar a little wiggle, the colt trotted over to Spike who used his more dexterous fingers to secure the collar around the colt’s neck.

“Anything new I should know of?” Spike asked, idly, like he wasn't currently getting his ass eaten by a hungery pegasus.

Rumble shook his head. “Not really, the day was pretty boring, though Sweetie Belle expressed a desire to see Scootaloo again.”

Spike nodded. “That is a good idea, we wouldn't want to make anyone getting too curious. Starting monday I’ll be sending Scootaloo back to school and moving our activities to during the evening.”

Scootaloo’s shoulders slumped visibly, and though disappointed, that didn't mean she stopped, or even slow down, the filly slurping away at Spike’s asshole and making the dragon grin from ear to ear. Chuckling to himself, Rumble flapped his wings and ascended onto the bed, taking position beside Scootaloo should she need to switch off.

“What do you plan to do master?” Rumble asked idly, his gaze lingering on Scootaloo’s naked form and more specifically her defiled cutie mark.

Which now had a thick black X over it, as well as the words ‘dragon slut’ written over it in thick bold words. Her defilement didn't end there though, as the filly now sported two heavy piercings through her nipples, a sight that made Rumble green with envy, though he wanted a dock piercing more than nipple piercings.

“That's for me to know, and for you to find out.” Spike replied cripticly. “Though we should acquire a magic user first, in order to allow you two to go out in public while still being marked as my pets.”

Rumble nodded. “Good plan master.”

“Of course it is, I thought of it.” Spike chuckled to himself before shaking his head. “But seriously, get over here and suck my cock. I want to enjoy this.”

Rumble’s face lit up and he eagerly trotted over to the front of the dragon. “Yes master!”

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