It was supposed to be a quick trip to Cloudsdale. All things considered, everything went without a scratch. No disasters occurred, no villains showed up, Discord didn’t make too much noise, and the ceremony itself was dull, but mercifully quick.

The event in question was a presentation held by the Royal Pony Sisters in which they announced the official thirty-six pregnant mares to be held as brave, selfless citizens of Equestria: commoners, minor nobles, super-stars, the Element Bearers, and the Princess of Friendship/Magic herself. All equal in the dire and noble act of, at first, resurrecting the Kirin species from the dead; a task now changed to help Rain Shine and her few remaining Kirins grow their numbers and become more than a Protectorate of Equestria. Luna made a beautiful speech about the kind hearts of ponies everywhere, specifically pointed more at the mares, for sacrificing their time, bodies, and hearts for a cause greater than themselves.

Spike couldn’t deny that his mother and aunt, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna themselves, were true twisters of words. Celestia, in particular, was an incredible Chessmaster and a true actress outside any actual play. It still bothered him, even if it was as a passing afterthought these days, that he couldn’t see what her actual endgame was. Though he couldn’t protest anymore as he found himself… strangely aroused and eager to impregnate more willing mares (and if possible, in some cases, re-impregnate some of the mares he had already claimed once their first Kirin foals were born). The slowly bulging bellies of the thirty-six mares now carrying his developing foals filled his heart with pride and joy.

So, everything considered, what was wrong with impregnating more of these ’selfless citizens of Equestria’?

Celestia and Luna must’ve thought the same, or rather had already planned everything and the announcement was an excuse to get him to travel to Cloudsdale. So much for that quick trip.

Whichever the case, Spike didn’t mind. Here he was in a VIP lounge surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous Pegasi mares. And again, he knew every single one of these mares to a certain level; some were even close friends of his.

He would be lying if he hadn’t had a few naughty dreams regarding one of the two twin sets of Ponyville. In this case, Flitter and Cloudchaser.

Both mares had always treated him with nothing but friendliness and in quite a few occasions helped him or vice-versa with this or other task. Both of them were huggy and touchy-feely, and relentless teases towards their male friends, him included, just for the fun of it. So, when his growth spurt hit, they had attacked him with everything they had. And once Rainbow Dash and Derpy talked to them about their pregnancies, the twins wasted no time to tease him with promises of also carrying his foals.

Now they were right on their way to fulfill that very same thing and Spike fulfilled one of his fantasies: scoring a couple of sexy sister-twins.

Feeltfoot, on the other hand, was far more friskier and outgoing with no reservations about what she wanted. Simply put, she wanted to fuck a dragon. When it came to the Wonderbolts, Spike had the privilege of knowing them by name even before Rainbow made it into their ranks. One thing he never knew about the mint-coated mare was that she was a borderline nympho. The reason for her to want to fuck a dragon was, given the rumors about their endurance and stamina, to see if for once a male could finally satisfy her. If she ended up pregnant? Then that would be a plus for her! Spike was more than willing to step up to that challenge.

Angel Wings was an… obvious sight. In fact, he had been wondering why the mare hadn’t shown up before. Since the first time he had met her as a Wonderbolt trainee, Angel Wings showed a clear and potent crush for him. Not to mention an admiration that rivaled that of the Crystal Ponies. Honestly, he didn’t know exactly why she showed such an overwhelming attraction for him, but at the moment he didn’t care. Less so when the pink and white-maned mare had promised him to bear as many foals as he wished. How could he refuse such a selfless offer?

But Vapor Trail was strange for him. For one, he knew she had a coltfriend. And second, he knew they loved each other to bits. After a short talk, Vapor revealed she had the same problem as Fleetfoot and that Sky Stinger was ’open-minded’. Aside from that, she needed the extra bits and the support the Princesses provided the volunteers.

Spitfire was similar in character to Miss Harshwhinny but with the forwardness and bluntness of Mayor Mare. He had known her since he lived in Canterlot, and in some ways, she was a sort of big sister figure to him. So to hear her reveal that she always had feelings for him after meeting years later when he’d moved to Ponyville was something Spike did not expect. And while he didn’t return those feelings he accepted her love and fulfilled her desires.

The ever-lively and lovely Blossomforth was cheering them on to his right while he pounded Spitfire; his thick knot slapping against her wet folds while she moaned like a mare in heat. Blossomforth’s reason was perhaps the simplest of all: she had the hots for him ever since his growth spurt and wanted to have her brains rutted silly!

While not the most pleasant mare to be around, Lightning Dust had stated that she wanted to make amends for her many past mistakes and that offering her body for a worthy cause was a good first step. Spike didn’t believe any of it as he was certain this was a way to get back at Rainbow Dash. Not that it mattered. Judging by Lightning Dust’s expression, whatever petty revenge plot she had starting out was now forgotten and replaced by her competitive nature.

And finally, Sunshower Raindrops. The fun-seeking, enthusiastic jasmine coated pegasus better known as the friend and co-worker of Derpy. She was friendly to a fault, almost like Pinkie Pie and with a heart of gold similar to Derpy's. While not one of his usual friends, Sunshower was one of his favorite ponies ever due to her personality and only time restrictions stopped them from being true close friends. Her being there was simply tied to her desire to grow closer to him since she felt the same way he felt about her.

Spike growled letting out a puff of smoke through his nostrils as he painted Spitfire’s vaginal walls and womb white with his flooding seed. The amount of hearty dragon cum was more than enough to ensure a successful impregnation.

As Spitfire melted in his embrace, her orgasm making her cry out in ecstasy, Spike began to wonder just how many mares he was meant to impregnate with strong Kirin foals… and who would be next?

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!