Chapter Nineteen

Four’s Company

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Meia asked, looking at Spike in confusion as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. The sun had risen some time ago and they were all done packing: they were only waiting for the okay to leave from Al Abbas.

“I can’t do it,” Spike said. “I can’t do what you want of me. I am sorry.” He sounded entirely sincere about the whole matter, which was the scariest part of the whole conversation.

“What, are we suddenly not good enough for you?” Maria asked, a tone of anger entering her voice once again. “Have you grown bored with us?”

“Far from it,” Spike replied, keeping his cool with some visible effort. “When I wrote back to my home after marrying Asalah, the receiver of my letter thought I was thinking with my “second tail”, so to speak.”

“And?” Trixie asked, wondering just what had Twilight done. She knew it had to be Twilight: nopony else would think of jinxing Spike for what they thought was a simple problem of miscommunication.

“She cast an erection-nullifying spell over me with an exploding note,” Spike said.

“What?!” three of the mares gasped in anger. Asalah was silent: she was beginning to wonder just how psycho this “friend” of Spike’s really was.

“Well, how long does it last?” Meia asked, clearly anxious to “apologize” to her husband for her earlier behavior. Man, going so long without a ride on his “love train” sure did make her want him all the more. What, was she becoming a sex addict now, and the only cure for her affliction was some hot dragon boning?

“She said a week, and that was around four days ago,” Spike said. “So if anything “good” is going to indeed happen and these “apologies” are going to bear fruit, you’ll all have to wait another seventy-two hours or more: I’m not exactly sure how exact this spell is.” Once again, the truth was bleeding through his words, an unfortunate problem when a solution to another problem was staring him in the face.

“Oh, when we I see Twilight next, I’m gonna jinx her quills to write backwards,” Trixie muttered, thinking of the worst things she could do to that purple unicorn. “Or maybe de-alphabetize her entire library. Or maybe turn her cutie mark into a picture of an ass, because that sure an ass move.” Trixie sure did sound vengeful: maybe it was the hormonal fluctuations within her.

“I think her friends may have beaten you to that, Trixie,” Spike replied. “I sent a message to Celestia informing her of that development, and as such I said I wouldn’t be sending anything else their way for some time. I’m not exactly sure if I’ll send something at all anymore, to be honest.”

“You did say you promised you would,” Trixie reminded him, thinking back to an earlier conversation. “I thought dragon’s had some sort of code of honor?”

Spike sighed: she did have a point there. “Fine: it’ll be a compromise of sorts. As soon as we’re out of the Samarea Desert, I’ll send something back. Is that good enough?”

“I should think so,” Meia replied. She saw a flag waving off in front of the caravan. “It is time to go, I believe: these are going to be three very long days.”

Well, she was right in a sense: the first day wore on like it would never end, as if time itself had been caught in a loop and everything blended together in a monotony that scorched the body and frazzled the brain. Through the sand and the rocks they traveled, the air oppressively hot and dry from the sun’s merciless rays. Every stop at an oasis was like a miracle unto itself: time spent away from one was torture that put the baron’s dungeon to shame. Who needed stone and iron bars when all that one needed to oppress somepony enough was thirst?

That ended the first day, though not without complications. One of the tents had caught fire at night from a fallen lantern: thankfully nopony had been hurt and none of the supplies had been destroyed. Still, as it was, several ponies would have to sleep out of a tent, and Spike had been the first to volunteer. His wives too, eventually, volunteered to sleep out of a tent: thankfully they still had the large blankets and pillows to sleep upon.

Spike’s stamina had been drained from his “bandit extermination” to so little that he could barely even eat and drink. Twice he fell from his camel during the journey due to falling asleep and as such he could do little more than talk most of the time. Al Abbas had recognized this and placed him on a diet of honey, oats and dried berries, so as to regain his strength.

The second day saw them arrive at a canyon with caves and an honest-to-goodness forest surrounding the local oasis. The canyon walls were littered with green, transparent glass.

“Likely left over from a comet,” Al Abbas said.

“Comets can hit the planet?” Spike had asked.

“Yes, though it has been a very, very long time since that has happened,” the earth pony said. “We astronomers have observed all sorts of celestial phenomena over the millennia: we have even seen asteroids impact the moon.”

“Huh,” Spike said, wondering if Luna had had anything to do with that in the past. Trying to launch herself back down to earth as Nightmare Moon, perhaps? “So, what is it?” he asked, handling a piece of the green glass.

“The comet hit hard enough to fuse the sand into glass, and the materials within lend it its color,” the earth pony said, taking a swig from a water jug.

“Interesting,” said Spike, placing a few of the more errant pieces in a bag of his. Maybe when things back home were sorted out and he could properly “function” again, he could send some of these back. He knew Celestia and Luna would love such extra-solar pieces in a museum.

After the second night, Spike had no idea just how antsy his wives were getting.

“Oh, I never thought I’d feel so anxious for something!” Maria said to Meia and Asalah as they traveled along with the caravan. This marked the seventh day since Spike had gotten his letter, but he had told them the magic would likely wear off sometime that night. As it was, the day dragged on even longer than usual for the four mares.

“Tell me about it,” Meia said. “Not only could we not enjoy him after our promise of “apology”, he would have been too weak to do anything since he lost so much strength from that bandit attack. It must have taken a lot out of him, to move around like that.”

That much was true: dragons had near limitless endurance for a fight when the situation called for it, but this situation had not called for him to chase down a fleeing carriage or something. As a result, he had the speed, but not the stamina to keep it up for long: luckily for him the bandits had been easy targets, or else he would have collapsed had there been many more. In a normal situation where he was at full strength and was well-rested, Spike’s stamina would be greater than many if not all normal stallions.

“I still don’t know,” Asalah said, looking at her hands as she gently held her camel’s reigns. “Should I wait a bit longer? I mean-,”

“We know how you feel, Asalah,” Trixie said, running her hand over her somehow still-taut belly muscles as her camel rocked from side to side. “It is an anxious wait to experience something like this, and to be perfectly honest, every mare wants their first time to be special.”

“Was yours?” Meia asked. “I remember you saying Spike wasn’t the first male you’d bedded.”

“No, not the first male,” Trixie said. “First dragon, maybe, and I must confess: my own first time was a bit of a let-down. Nice stallion and all, but he fell asleep after the first go.” She didn’t need to add Spike would be the last male she’d bed: that was obvious, her being his wife and all.

“That is all I heard from the female servants: stallions are notorious, in most cases, for being what they called “two-pump chumps”, or something like that,” Maria said. “I never really understood until recently just what they meant by that.”

“I have heard similar,” Asalah agreed. “Though from what I understand, Spike is not one of these “chumps”, as you call them?”

“Not even close, honey,” Meia said, smiling with fondness at the remembrance of her feelings of fullness every time Spike and her had had sex. They were all silent for some time before she spoke again. “Asalah, I know this might be personal, but I’ve heard zebra stallions are... gifted,” she said.

“Where did you hear this?” Asalah asked in surprise.

“Oh, rumors floating around everywhere about how... impressive male zebras are,” Meia said, thinking about Spike’s own “impressiveness” the whole time. It made her salivate slightly.

“I don’t know: from what I’ve heard, they are no different from other equines,” Asalah said. “Your information either sounds like a malicious rumor or has something to do with magical additions.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Maria agreed. “There are always those who feel the need to compensate for something, whether through magic, medicine or money.” She was likely referring to the Calrettos back in Spreign. Pompous, stuck-up nobles that ran with the same crowds as Prince Blueblood did: money and power were everything to the lord and lady of that house.

“I bet Spike could learn to change physically if we encouraged him to try,” Trixie said in a thoughtful manner. “You know: learn to control that instinct to transform and put it to better use.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” Asalah said. “Isn’t it all tied to emotions?”

“Oh, I’m just simply saying-,” Trixie began, but was cut off by the blowing of a horn. All four looked ahead to see their next destination: the last of the oasis’s they’d encounter before Spike was ready.

Meia looked out at the horizon: the sun was still above it, but not by much. “Ladies, we’d best be getting ready,” she said, her words carrying two meanings. With gusto they went about setting up not only where they would “sleep”, but also helping other ponies and zebras set up their own tents. The moon would be out tonight, though not quite a full moon, and as such more stars would be in the sky that night.

Spike was off by himself, setting up tents while a few of the other caravan camels went to the oasis for a drink. It did not take long to set up, but just as he finished the last one, the night was already encroaching fast.

“My friend, can I talk to you for a second?” Al Abba said, coming over with something in his hand.

“Yes?” Spike replied as a familiar feeling washed over him.

“Oh... I see your “curse” has been lifted,” the earth pony said with a smile.

“How could you tell?” the drake asked. He had already told the pony about what Twilight had done to him: after laughing for a good minute, the earth pony had expressed his sincerest apologies and said he would make it up to him some day.

“That slight golden glow that just washed over you,” he said, holding out the thing he had been carrying. It was a small vial, perhaps blown from the same kinds of glass scattered throughout the desert. A pinkish liquid swirled inside.
“What is that?” Spike asked, taking it from the offered hand.

“It is a stamina potion: I am guessing you will need it tonight,” Al Abbas said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
“How soon does it take hold?” Spike asked. “Will it even work on a dragon?”

“Ten seconds, and yes,” was the answer. “It is specially made to help all males with so much love to give. As it is, I bid you goodnight, my draconic friend. Sleep well, though personally I doubt you will be getting much of that.” Chuckling at his comment, the earth pony bowed and walked off, his hooves leaving behind little imprints in the sand.

Spike looked at the potion, a thought coming to his mind. A dragon’s biology was indeed different from a stallion’s, especially the production of sperm. For a dragon who had found no release after weeks of regular use, his “soldiers” must have been backed up halfway to his spine by now. Add to that the fact that both Meia and Maria’s cycles were going to start soon, and Spike had the distinct feeling that before he exited the desert, he would have three, not one, pregnant unicorns in tow.

Pocketing the potion in his robes, he made his way through the camp, over to a cluster of trees where he had been told his wives were waiting for him. Lo and behold, just as the sun set and the moon began to rise, he stumbled onto something out of a fable.

Trixie, Meia and Maria lay spread out before him on a pile of pillows and blankets, their bodies covered, or barely covered, one could say, in the same dresses they had been forced to wear back in Agrabah. Only now, with his mind completely sober, could he see just how amazing they looked: every curve outlined, no, accentuated by the clothing. Asalah lay amidst them, her glimmering eyes showing through her veil as her still-robed body was spread out before him.

“Asalah? Are you going to wear that forever?” Spike asked, his blood suddenly pumping down to a place that had been blood-free for what felt like ages.

“No, husband,” she said, reaching up with her hands as she sat up. “We drew straws to see who would be your first for tonight. I won for the first round, so finally you may see me without my robes.”

Rising to her hooves as Spike slowly removed his turban and upper robes, she pulled the hood-like veil from her head. Her mane cascaded onto her shoulders, the hairs alternating between black and white in a contrast like something out of a painting. Her eyes, exotic as the rest of her, were a deep blue, almost as blue as the Barnlantic Ocean. Spike felt like he was swimming in them, and to be truthful he wouldn’t mind if he never emerged from their watery embrace.

Until her agile hands undid the small silk belts holding her robes together, that is. With a slight flourish the robes pooled at her feet, revealing what Spike hadn’t even dreamed of: her body, full in its naked glory. Blood instantly plummeted into his groin.

Her breasts were large and very rounded, with the areola of the nipple being much larger than on any other pony he had seen, which basically meant his other wives. They did not sag in the slightest, and her waist... oh, it was ever slender, so that she had a vague hour-glass figure to her. But when his eyes traveled down her alternatingly-striped body, he stopped. Her hips and thighs... they were large, larger than those of the others. But they were not fat: no, they were muscle, inherited from an originally savannah-inhabiting race that had evolved to run more than most ponies due to the presence of more predators. As such, her legs were like they were sculpted from a surgeon’s handbook, with the muscles sticking out plainly from underneath the striped pelt.

Under his gaze, her confidence seemed to wither and she timidly covered up her marehood with both hands, the action unwittingly making her arms squish her breasts together. They poked forward and up, looking even more tempting that Spike had thought possible.

Reaching into his pocket, Spike whipped out the flask and downed the contents without a second thought, just as the sound of tearing fabric greeted all of their ears. Spike looked down in surprise as the crotch of his robes began tearing at the seams.

“Well, that’s new,” he said, dropping the vial onto a pillow. With a flex of his hips and tail, the fabric tore itself apart, falling past his ankles as his own monster was freed to the desert night air.

“...” was all Asalah could say, looking down in surprise as the behemoth before her. It... it was like an obelisk, the kind her father had built around the city. But it looked harder than the stone those had been made of, and the pendulous globes beneath them were swollen to what had to be an almost unnatural size. It was sticking straight out towards her like a python about to strike, with its natural shape giving it an ever-so-slightly upward curve.

“Spike? Why are your balls so big?” Meia asked in surprise.

“An erection-nullifying spell does not inhibit sperm growth,” he said, taking a step out of his tattered robes and coming closer to Asalah, who took a very hesitant step as well. “And dragons, as you know, produce vast quantities that last longer than any other species. So...”

“He’s packing heat tonight,” Trixie said with a blush as some drool slid from the corner of her mouth. Maria’s mouth was hanging open slightly as well, her tongue passing over her lower lips as she stared. Why couldn’t she have picked the winning straw?

Gently, Spike leaned in and grasped Asalah by the shoulders, pulling her closer to him as he captured her mouth in a kiss. It was her first kiss, so he went about it gentle, his lips gently nipping at hers when he made contact.

Asalah felt a chill tear through her body: she had indeed never been kissed, and Spike’s lips made her feel all tingly. She leaned into the kiss, her encouragement causing Spike to pull their bodies closer together. She could feel his muscles flexing under his scales, the heat coming off of him in wave upon wave. She felt like she could have stayed this way forever, nestled in his arms as their kiss deepened.

“Oh!” she said, startled by a sudden feeling of something sliding against her belly. She broke from their kiss to look down and suddenly remembered how erect he was: his shaft was forcing itself between them, the underside making an unusually pleasurable rubbing notion against her stomach.

Holding her gently, Spike lowered his fourth wife to the ground, he lips nipping at her neck as they settled down. Asalah shivered as his kisses peppered her throat, earning a slight moan from the zebra mare.

Then his tongue snaked out as he went lower, licking her nipples. She gasped and arched her back slightly at this, her hands forming fists when he took one nipple in his mouth and suckled on it. Oh, the feeling of the pull, of something wanting to suckle her made the zebra gasp and sigh softly, as he switched between breasts, kneading the other with his hands. He would even squeeze now and then, causing the flesh to deform and rise upwards, as if he were trying to get them to squirt milk: it felt natural, and so very, very good.

As he continued down, Asalah grabbed him by his head: she could tell she was ready. “Please, husband,” she said, softly and in a pleading voice. “Put it in me: I beg of you.”

Spike looked up, lust and a hint of confusion in his eyes. She didn’t want the full-body treatment? Oh well: he could show her later, perhaps. “As you wish,” he said, raising himself up over her body. Gently, he used one hand to rub the outside of her marehood with the crown of his dick, holding himself steady as her petals opening before him like a flower greeting a new morning. Fluids, all of them hers, began to leak out slowly as her hood filled with blood and expanded to greet Spike’s soon-to-be invader.

She gasped softly at this: she had thought her body ready, but as he was showing her, what she thought and what her body felt were two different things. She placed her hands on her stomach to ease the fluttery feelings within as he rubbed against her, the ridges on his shaft making her legs weak and her breathing heavy.

“Please, husband,” she squealed as a strange feeling went through her body. “Please, Spike.”

Spike looked down at her. She had not said his real name in a long time, usually referring to him as her husband: this was a sign of improvement. Gently, he pushed inwards, the great bulbous cap forcing the virgin zebra’s marehood apart.

She let out a scream at the sudden intrusion, her calls cut off by Spike’s mouth recapturing her own. Still her lungs burned as she tried to shout out, the feeling of her body filling and stretching feeling like nothing she had ever dreamed of.

Spike stopped the first two inches in, her tightness causing him some discomfort. He waited, leaving that bit in her as her body naturally adjusted to his size. The others watched with interest, noting how Spike was going slow and gentle: not many stallions in this position would have done the same.

Muffling her wails against his lips, Asalah looked into the eyes of her husband with her own, seeing something she had not expected.

Spike’s eyes contained no trace of lust or aggression: they were filled with concern, and through them, she could see the love he carried within himself. It was as if he were a massive lake, filled to the brim with water that had to be held back by a large stone dam. Every now and then he would have to release only a minute portion of his massive quantity, or else everything would come crashing down and he would cease to be. Right then and there, Asalah had never seen anything more romantic: she was looking into his very soul, and now she never wanted to part from him.

“M-m-more,” she whispered, her tongue reaching out of her mouth to interact with his own. He tasted a bit like metal, that sweet flavor when one sucked on a spoon or something similar. It was attractive: she plunged her tongue in some more to get at the flavor.

Spike slowly pushed into her, her request acknowledged in his mind. She tensed some more as the next few inches went in, but her body had had time to prepare and was far more stretched than it had been before. Soon enough, after a few more minutes of waiting, Spike pushed in the last few inches, hilting himself on her. His heavy sperm-filled balls rested against her large toned rump, which quivered every few seconds.

Together they just lay there like that, Spike marveling at her tightness and Asalah feeling like she might burst. She could feel his pulse within her depths, that monster inside of her not quite in her womb, but she felt like it was pretty damn close. Oh, such an exquisite feeling! How could she have never thought it would be like this with Spike? He had bared his soul to her, shown her the ferocity her inner demon wanted and the tender gentleness that every mare needed. She was in love, now more than she had ever dreamed of being.

“Move,” she whispered, her hands snaking down to feel her lower abdomen: it was tight, filled with the living example of dragon virility. Spike did as she requested, slowly pulling out before sliding back into her, her slick tunnel exuding juices as it made way for something a bit more solid. Her hands could feel her lower body swell with fullness as he entered her, the feeling so utterly erotic that she had no idea just how to respond. So she did the best thing she could think of: she bucked her lower body against his.

They both gasped as the sensation of slamming together hit them both, Asalah’s eyes rolling back into her head and Spike’s tail twitching behind him like a snake strike. Then, as he retreated and reentered, she did it again, and again, and again, until they had a rhythm going that had the zebra below huffing and puffing. Her mane felt sticky with sweat, her lower body began to feel sore, and something inside her was building. Her full breasts giggled in front of his face, bouncing up and down on harder thrusts as the drake altered his speed. She was building, building to what, though she hadn’t the faintest idea: all she wanted to was have him make love to her forever under those desert stars.

Just like that, on a particularly hard thrust, she came, experiencing her first orgasm. And boy, was it a doozy. Every muscle inside her clenched as jolts of what felt like lightning coursed through her: every nerve, every fiber in her muscles, every single bone felt electrified as she came.

Spike lost it when she clamped down on him hard. With a grunt, he came to, his balls emptying part of their load into his fourth wife. She looked down in her post-orgasmic haze to see her belly swell from the sheer amount of cum deep within her. That alone triggered another orgasm, her body shuddering slightly from the aftershocks.

Spike pulled out of her, still as hard as, well, a rock, with some of his seed still leaking from his member. He looked down at his wife, who seemed to be so wrapped up in her post-orgasmic bliss he doubted she could even hear him.

“I think she’s done,” Maria said, getting up. “I drew the next straw: my turn.”

With that, she nearly tackled the dragon, sending him onto his back as her mouth descended, not on his lips, but to his hard shaft. Like a child nursing from a bottle, she covered the whole head and sucked, getting the last bit of his pheromone-laced creamy concoction into her belly. Same chocolate taste, same amazing sweetness.

Pulling herself over his body, she pulled her clothes off along the way, the sheer fabric sliding off easily. Pressing her breasts against his chest, the unicorn raised her hips up so that her opening was positioned directly over Spike’s skyward-facing big purple rocket. With barely-constrained slowness she lowered herself onto him, moaning into his shoulder as he filled her up. Soon enough, he was as deep as he could go, her fluids leaking out all over his base and balls.

They stayed like that for a few seconds before she began to move once more, raising her hips up and pressing them back down to take that massive piece of meat in her again. Spike’s hands snaked around past her waist and firmly grabbed her ass, earning a hiss of pleasure from the Spreignish noblemare as he slowly began to push her up and down at a faster rate.

Trying something new, she rocked her hips from side to side, rolling Spike’s cock deep within her. It felt utterly amazing: it was as if a massive key was being fitted into a doorlock and all of the tumblers were falling into place. She rolled her hips some more, reveling in the feeling.

She could feel her orgasm building already, but she fended it off as best she could. No, she couldn’t be done this early” not yet! Picking up the pace, she began slamming herself down on him, her magic holding the orgasm at bay as she rode him. Her breasts slid up and down his chest, the scales providing friction to her nipples in ways that made her want to scream out.

Spike turned his head after a few minutes, a feeling of closeness washing over his senses. He looked down at her and saw her horn glowing slightly: she was using magic to hold back her orgasm, that little minx!

“We’ll see about that,” he thought, his tongue extending up and out of his mouth. With it, he wrapped around the mare’s horn and began to quickly stroke it, the slippery tongue lathering it quickly.

Maria’s eyes shot open at the new feeling. What was he doing?! She- oh, she couldn’t hold back that any longer! His tongue was interfering with her magic and worse, or better depending on how one looked at it, her entire body was on fire from the pleasure to her horn. It was one of the side effects of being a creature who did magic through such an appendage it was highly sensitive and was the focus of many a pleasure novel’s naughty bits. But this was better than any novel: it was without a doubt the honest-to-goodness greatest feeling she had ever had visited upon her horn.

With a squeal she came, her first orgasm in a long time followed immediately by another one. And another one, and another one, until they all seemed to blend together. Her body reverberated with the magic flowing through her, and as she clamped down again, she felt a boiling liquid enter her core.

Spike grunted as he poured out his seed into the vivacious mare above him, earning moans as it filled her too. Her belly now swollen, the mare rolled onto her side, Spike’s shaft emerging from within her with a wet plop.

Spike looked over at her, a smile on his face as he watched her twitch every now and then. Her body was still on a high and for the moment, it looked like she too wouldn’t be able to handle another session for a bit.

“My turn,” Meia said, standing up and walking over to Spike, her clothes disappearing in a flash of magic. She walked up to his side, but did not slide her now-swollen marehood lips onto his cock. Now, instead, she placed them over his face, with her own head sliding up next to his somehow still rock-hard shaft.

“We can both do something this way,” she said, licking her lips. Without so much as an order she began lapping at the rock-hard schlong, tasting on it the essences of both Asalah and Maria, with a bit of Spike’s gunk to boot.

Spike was intrigued: he hadn’t thought of this before. Raising his hands up, he spread apart Meia’s legs and buried his face between her thighs, earning a moan from the unicorn. His tongue flickered out into her core, swirling around inside.

Moaning as she was invaded, Meia took the head of Spike’s shaft into her mouth, sucking on it hard as she pumped the base with one of her hands. The other hand gently fiddled with his balls, noting how large they still were. Not as big as before, but still sizable.

Spike pulled Meia’s core closer to him, the force almost pulling her off of his shaft. Almost; she plunged her head down onto it, noticing how much heat it was giving off. She could feel every pulse of his heart through that pole, the sheer power an intoxicating feel. She had felt this way after he finished off the bandits: changelings were attracted to power, and the amount that Spike was giving off simply through his shaft was giving her a buzz like no alcohol could.

Still, it was times like these that she wished she could be in her changeling form. Spike's massive meat was too large for a normal pony throat to handle and her true changeling physiology would have had no problem swallowing him to the base. But that could not happen: not yet, at any rate. So for the time being, she was content to slide the massive dragon pole as far in as she could savoring the musky flavor as the pheromones played with her head.

She felt her stomach clench and as a result of not wanting to finish too soon, she rolled off of him. As he looked in confusion, she rolled back on and stuck herself onto his shaft, burying him deep within her. Before she could move, however, Spike’s wings thrust against the ground, launching them to their feet. Well, to Spike’s feet at any rate: in a flash, his arms had snaked under her legs, spreading her wide as he took a more staunch position. Throwing her arms around his shoulders for support, Meia marveled at the fact that he had managed to stay inside that whole time.

With a look of triumph in his eyes, Spike began to pump her up and down, his tail straight as an arrow behind him for support. Every thrust, every move, had him deeper within his wife than before. If she had been born with toes like a monkey, she knew they would have been curling.

Meia felt her stomach clench once more and felt an orgasm rock through her, just as Spike’s shaft twitched within her. With a gush he unloaded his spunk into her, her belly swelling like the others had. She lay against him for a few moments, trying to catch her breath. Spike felt some his essence drip down onto the ground, but instead of just holding her up like that, he gently kneeled down and lay her on her makeshift bed. Meia closed her eyes, the feeling of fullness making her drowsy.

Spike looked over at Trixie, who by now was exuding liquids from two parts of her body. “I take it you are next?” hee asked with a roguish grin. He was beginning to tire and felt like his pole was softening, but he had one good go left in him..

“Indeed,” the blue unicorn replied, turning over onto her belly as Spike approached her. Quick as a flash her clothes disappeared in puffs of smoke, leaving her toned behind exposed to him in all its glory. “Wait,” she said as he knelt down behind her. “I... I want to try something different.”

“Yes?” Spike replied, stopping before he could stick himself in her. Truthfully he was wondering if having sex this early in the pregnancy could affect the foal: would something happen if he stuck his giant dragon dong in her tunnel, knowing full well that his size could affect her in ways a normal stallion's never could?

“Put it... in my ass,” she said, sounding embarrassed to even be saying it.

By now, Spike’s mind was too far gone with lust and sexual energy to care what she said. If she had told him to stick his tail in her, he likely would have. “All right,” he said, lining himself up. With a slight push he entered her other hole, the immediate tightness and odd feeling of clenching being so different from anything else he had experienced.

Trixie moaned beneath him, her breasts pushing into the pillows as she felt him slide in her. He stopped after reaching the base of his shaft, which had taken a few minutes to accomplish. Leaning over her, Spike placed his hands alongside Trixie’s shoulders and began to pump slowly.

“Oh!” Trixie moaned, the feeling of being filled reminding her of just what he had been like back on the train. But he was far more experienced now, and he showed it: his fingers had moved down to her sopping marehood and were teasing the puffed-out hood, earning several gasps from her. He had gotten so good in what was truly such a short amount of time that she knew if he hadn’t gotten married or had royal obligations, he’d have been pleasing every mare he wanted from Manehatten through Las Neighgas, with Ponyville somewhere in-between that. Or he would be in adult films, though he'd likely be putting the other male stars out of business.

He pounded into her harder, the force causing her body to jiggle. From Spike’s point of view, the sight of her moving against him, with her ass smashing against his waistline, was unbelievably erotic. They continued like this for a few more minutes until Trixie spoke.

“Leave it in,” she said, and then her body clenched. Spike had had no idea she was so close, so that when the full force hit him, he couldn’t help but empty into her bowels. Trixie in turn threw her head back in a silent howl, no noise emerging from her mouth as she did so.

After shaking his head and looking through now-sleepy eyes, Spike could see the sides of her stomach bulge out slightly as he shot what felt like the last load for the night. He looked around as he withdrew from the blue unicorn: all of the others were asleep. He looked back down at the sound of snoring to see Trixie had fallen asleep as well, the look on her face one of peace and content.

“Goodnight, my wives,” Spike muttered, laying down on a few pillows. “Pleasant dreams.” With that, he too was asleep, the smell of sex and the feelings of love both pervading the area like a fog. Nothing disturbed them that night.

Author's Notes:

Whew! That was a marathon of writing... and of sex. Jeez Spike, save some for later, why don't ya?