Motherfucker.

Spike had never liked that insult, or curse words for that matter. But he could not deny the fact that at this point, at this very moment, he truly was a ’Motherfucker’ through and through in the most literal sense of the word.

Three weeks ago he had lost any and all inhibitions about this plan his mother and aunt had come up with. He had already bred twenty-seven mares by now, all of them now confirmed to be carrying his foals, alongside several unknown crystal mares, most of them maids and guards, after his visit to the Crystal Empire last week. That visit was the reason these nine particular mares had gathered in Ponyville awaiting his return. Cadance, his dear, lovable, and always caring cousin had come up with the idea, perhaps inspired by the festive day he had come to pay a visit on.

So, again, locked inside his Dragon Breeding Grounds with nine gorgeous and eager mares, he felt at peace and found himself to be equally eager or more so to put a baby Kirin inside them; even if he knew the mares and had an amicable bond with them. How in the world did their respective husbands allow them to be bred by him, he didn’t know nor cared at this point. Because yes, most of these mares were married and yet had volunteered themselves for their Princess’ most worthy and noble cause.

All of them, except for one, were the mothers of one or two of some of his dearest, closest friends.

The first one to be bred had been Cream Heart, the lovely and shapely mother of Button Mash. He’d known her ever since he and Mash started to hang out and play video games together. The mare had always been caring, a devoted mother, sweet, unafraid to voice her opinions, and was a gamer herself. Her sole reasoning for agreeing to be bred was because she wanted another foal to raise but her husband had been sadly left unfertile years prior. And, in her words, she was looking for a bit of a challenge, so maybe a baby Kirin would give her that challenge, after all, what could be worse than Button Mash?

Then came Sunburst’s mom, Stellar Flare. While every single one of these mature mares were lovely, gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy beyond belief, Stellar Flare was the mare that best defined the term ’MILF’. She had always been flirty towards him, much to her son’s shock, and had been very, very suggestive in the past. So it came to no surprise when she told him she had a plan to raise the perfect Kirin foal. And honestly, the MILF had starred several of his wet dreams.

Windy Whistles came as a bit of a surprise to him. She had never shown interest in anyone but her husband and she was universally cheerful, easy-going, and overall pleasing to hang around with. But the moment she revealed her reason, it all made sense. If her Dashie was going to have a Kirin foal, then she too was going to have one to support her daughter! And more shockingly, Bow had been totally on-board with the plan for some reason. Not that he minded, of course.

Most surprising of all had been Posey Shy, better known simply as Mrs. Shy. She had been a nervous wreck, even worse than Fluttershy had ever been, and all he had gotten about her motive to be bred by him and give birth to a Kirin foal was something along the lines of a ’Desire’. Though he couldn’t make heads or tails about what that desire was, he had been blown out of the water by her ravenous hunger for sex. Fluttershy was wild during sex and loved to scream, but her mother was like a tireless succubus despite never being vocal about it. She more than made it up with actions befitting a cum hungry slut desperate for cock.

And speaking of cum hungry sluts, Cookie Crumbles, mother of Rarity and Sweetie Belle, was an equal to Mrs. Shy’s hunger. Where Mrs. Shy was ravenous, Cookie Crumbles was insatiable. Out of the present mares, she was probably the second one whom he had interacted the most given his friendship with her daughters. He knew she was… promiscuous. Hondo loved to see her sleeping with other stallions and knew, by pure accident, that they had quite a close relationship with the Cakes. And her experience was vastly evident.

Then… then came the big one. Twilight Velvet herself. The mother of Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor. An aunt in his eyes and a second mother in his heart. She had done a great job raising her children, partially including him as well. He could still recall her comforting him in lonely nights, holding him close and tight against her chest, washing his little body with her heat and affection. Did that stop him from breeding her, painting her walls and womb white with his seed? Absolutely not. He sucked on her tits, groped her ample butt, pounded hard and deep inside her all the way to her cervix, and held her close as he filled her with a bucketload worth of hearty dragon cum.

Spoiled Rich was the next in the list. Though he never liked the nasty, controlling mare all that much, to be honest. She was hot, no doubt about that, but her personality was a turn-off. Though looking at her hungry eyes made him forget about her personality entirely. And her reason? Bits. She was doing it for the bits and social recognition.

Out of the nine mothers, Aunt Orange was the one he hardly knew about. All he knew about her was that she was the mother of Babs Seed, loved her family, and was a minor noble. He could tell she was proactive and looked to be eager for her turn and had come to distract herself in other ways. Seeing two sexy mares share a passionate kiss was one of the hottest things Spike wholeheartedly loved to see play out.

Finally, standing by her lonesome, was Cloudy Quartz, the mother of Pinkie Pie and her sisters. Whatever he had been expecting of the mare, it surely wasn’t an expressive and wanton mare that had initially begged him to bred her until she couldn’t move for an entire week. The usually stoic mare was quite affectionate in her own way and understanding, not to mention being as devoted to her daughters as Cream Heart was to her son. She had also assured him that until she birthed four foals to match her daughters, she wasn’t going to stop.

Perhaps it was wrong to feel as horny and eager as he felt, but it simply felt right with him. He still didn’t know what his mastermind of a mother had in mind, but whatever it was, as long as he was able to love and care for his soon to be official thirty-six pregnant mares, he did not mind one bit at all.

Author's Notes:

Special thank to everyone that read this!

Special thanks to QuelloScelto for ordering those wonderful commissions and allowing me the chance to write these short stories about them!