Chapter Thirty

A Lull in the Storm

The week of rain began that night, and when Spike awoke in the morning, there had been no significant change in the amount of rain cascading against the window. The sky was still dark with clouds, the temperature had dropped maybe three degrees, and there was standing water on some of the balconies. The jungles and lagoons took it all in stride, the nutrients washing down from the hills into the water causing a burst in life as fish and other creatures descended into a feeding frenzy.

Spike glanced around him: his wives were still soundly asleep, cuddled up next to him under their sheets and blankets. When he tried to slip out of their grasp, he found he couldn’t: they were holding on tighter to him than Twilight onto a new book en route to her bedroom for some reading time. That, or Applejack having a choke-hold on Rainbow Dash when they wrestled in a competition: a mud-wrestling competition.

Sighing and laying his head back, Spike had nothing to do until they all woke up. He wasn't about to just up and toss them off of him like some brute: he couldn't do anything. Well, except think, of course: he had plenty to think about. Starting out with all the problems of him now being married to Chrysalis: never mind her being pregnant with a foal of his.

“What am I going to do?” he thought to himself. “She... she lied to me, to all of us, and yet... strangely, I don’t hate her for it. Is something wrong with me? Am I too forgiving, too quick to let things slide while others in my situation would go ballistic?”

He wanted to groan in frustration, if only to release the tension within him. “Any of the others would probably banish her or call for a divorce or something. I... I just can’t: she’s carrying our foal. Sure, she’s a queen and wouldn’t have to worry about providing for herself, but still...”

He paused his thinking for a second, a startling idea coming to him. “Wait a minute... Chrysalis is a queen,” he said softly to himself, his eyes widening. “She’s a queen, and I married her: I married a queen. Does... does that make me a... a king?”

“Mmmm.... no,” a voice sounded by his side. Looking down, Spike saw Chrysalis squirming underneath the sheets, her body pressing more into his as she twisted and stretched. “No,” she said again, her voice almost entirely a yawn. “That’d make you a... a consort.”

“What’s a consort?” another dreamy voice asked as a white mane rose from her position. The mare in questioned yawned, her tongue lolling out as she did so.

“It’s a stallion who serves as the father to a queen’s offspring, without inheriting the title of king,” Chrysalis replied, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one delicate hand. "The queen's offspring will then become king or queen, depending on their gender."

“Sounds useful,” Trixie said, covering her mouth as she yawned. “Why... why was it invented?”

“Royal changelings are predominately female: males are rare, so the bloodline must be preserved,” Chrysalis said her free hand rubbed itself over Spike’s abs. “That way, the line continues, with every queen knowing she is her mother’s daughter and the rightful heir.”

The changeling’s rubbing of abdominal area was making Spike feel some of his blood starting to drain down to an already-enlarged greeter of the morning. “That’s enough,” he said softly, pushing her hand away from his lower abs. She must not have heard him, as her breasts pressed against his shoulder.

Maria and Asalah both awoke at this, stretching and arching their bodies. Since their clothes clung to them, it left little to the imagination: not exactly helping with Spike’s “below-the-belt” problem. In fact, more blood rushed down there as he watched his still-nubile wives stretching and lightly moaning before him.

Thankfully, though, they got up and went back to their rooms, each saying something about changing into something else. Spike, grateful they went before his penis tore through the sheets in a vain attempt to get some poon, stretched in the dim light from the rain outside. Thankfully the servants had lit some lamps and had them distributed throughout the palace, or else nopony besides Spike would have been able to see very well.

He rubbed his hands over his scales, feeling odd for some reason. A closer inspection proved his thought: he was dirty. How he had gotten dirty was a mystery: perhaps his wives had gotten too hot during the night and had sweated all over him? That would explain the oily residues on his body, since he didn’t sweat last night. The night before, perhaps, with that nightmare and all, but last night’s dreams had been peaceful.

Sighing as the thought of that nightmare came back to him, he decided a bath was in order, though not a seven-hour bubble-bath like the one he had taken a long time ago in Ponyville. Clutching a sheet around his body like a makeshift toga, he walked around until he found what he was looking for: a large bathtub. It was not built into the palace, but was a massive cast-iron tub that could easily seat three comfortably. Since this area of the world had little-to-know knowledge of electricity, Spike opened the faucet that hung from the ceiling. Instantly, gallons upon gallons of clear rainwater rushed down into the tub, filling it rather quickly.

Closing the faucet, Spike dipped the tip of his tail in the water. “Too cold,” he said, though he could barely feel it at all. Bending over, he gently breathed some flames under the tub, which started to heat. Within a few minutes of doing this, though not enough to scorch the tub or heat it so hot it might burn anyone else who might use it after him, Spike had the water at a very relaxing and pleasurable temperature. Dropping the makeshift sheet toga, he slowly climbed into the tub, the warm water seemingly pervading his entire body as he did so.

“Ah, nice” he hissed, his voice soft as he let the ambient heat soak into his very bones, closing his eyes to embrace the feeling. Dragons as a whole preferred warmth, even though they could tolerate a wider range of temperatures than almost any creature. “That hits the spot.” The water did little to alleviate his “morning visitor”, but he was alone and in a nice warm bath.

At least, until the door creaked open and the soft steps of hooves could be heard. Cracking open one eye, Spike saw the briefest flash of a towel before a figure joined him in the tub.

“Spike? Can we talk?” Trixie asked, the warm water covering her up to the swell of her breasts.

That wasn’t helping Spike’s morning wood, but he tried to stay focused. “Of course,” he said, readjusting his position in the tub.

“Spike, it’s the foal,” the unicorn said, softly rubbing her hands over her belly underwater.

“Are you both okay?” Spike asked, concern leaking into his voice.

“Yes, yes, we’re fine,” Trixie replied, smiling at his concern: it was nice to know how quickly he could come to care about somepony. “It’s just... I wanted to talk about naming it.”

“Naming?” Spike asked, visibly relaxing. “I married Trixie Nixiuba, traveling showmare and magical icon. I thought you were good with names.”

“Well, Trixie Nixiuba is my show name,” the mare replied. “My full name is Trixie Nixiuba Lulamoon.”

“Really?” Spike asked, now confused with a raging boner. “Why wouldn’t you want ponies to know your last name?”

“I don’t mix business with my personal life, or at least I try not to,” Trixie said. “Besides, before I came to Ponyville, I heard about the events of Nightmare Moon. I was afraid my last name might become associated with her: Lulamoon, Nightmare Moon.”

Well, that did make some sense, at least. “So... you just dropped off your last name to make ponies less suspicious of your whole name?” the dragon asked.

“Yes,” the blue unicorn replied. “I wanted to tell you before, but... I just didn’t think I should. I now see I should have told you before: I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Spike said sweetly, his tail tickling the bottom of her hooves.

She giggled at his ministrations, her hooves reaching down towards him. At once they met a hard, scaly, immovable object, causing her eyes to widen slightly before becoming half-lidded.

“Spike?” she asked, her voice filled with lust as she started moving closer to him. “Are you... excited?”

“Yes,” Spike said, wondering why his wives always wanted to shag him. Not that he minded, of course, but still: was he like a sex magnet? “I am... terribly excited. Do you think you can help... calm me down?”

“Oh, I can definitely do that,” the unicorn replied, laying her body across his, her wet breasts pressing against his chest. “The Great and Powerful Trixie knows how to leave an audience... breathless, and wanting more.”

Spike’s cock twitched at this, an extra surge of blood making it act this way: she should call herself “The Great and Powerful Trixie” more often. Though, in this case, a more appropriate title would be "The Great and Horny Trixie". He leaned his head down to capture her mouth with his own, their tongues softly battling one another. Not for dominance, not for control, but to simply enjoy the presence of the other.

Trixie’s one hand came up and placed itself on Spike’s shoulder, pulling her closer to him: her breasts squashing against his chest as her soft, slightly swollen stomach pressed against his abdominal area. The other hand...

“Trixie,” Spike hissed through the kiss as she clasped his throbbing shaft underwater.

“Yes?” she asked in an innocent voice, turning Spike on even more. “Am I doing... something bad? Am I going to be punished?”

She was lucky she was pregnant, or else Spike would have thrown her out of the tub onto a pile of towels, jumped out after her, and rutted her brains out right then and there. “Faster,” he said instead, deciding to remain as calm as possible.

Trixie complied, her hand stroking him faster. Spike’s blood pumped like it always did: in a frenzy, heating him up to a warmth that could melt a block of ice at a rapid rate. Her soft hands, combined with the smooth stroking brought on by the water, was driving him up the wall.

Her other hand dropped down and joined the first, so that she was now pumping him with both hands. She’d even squeeze every now and then as she pumped, just to force more blood into the already swollen crown. Spike shuddered when one hand left again and traveled down to his balls, gently massaging them. She’d even pinch at the loose scales, pulling ever-so-lightly every now and then, just to tease him.

“Trixie,” Spike said, feeling a pooling in his loins. “I’m... I’m...”

“Oh no you don’t!” she said, kneeling up in the tub while her hand continued to pump. “You’re going to give me my present standing up like a stallion!”

Spike hesitated, but a tight squeeze from her pumping hand made him stand up. Bracing his legs and splaying them slightly to give him greater footing, he watched as his third wife but first lover pumped him with both hands, her breasts and slightly swollen tummy giggling with each thrust.

Spike then watched in amazement as she lowered one hand down into the water, around her marehood area. The other continued to pump, but she then brought her mouth down on the great mushroom cap and started sucking on him, pumping her head up and down as far as she could. Every time she went down, she made a lewd slurping noise, the sound driving Spike over the edge.

With a great burst he erupted into her mouth, just as she went down as far as she could. He felt her lips clamp down around him tighter than ever, so as to let none of his essence escape. He could feel her mouth sucking him down, his baby batter pouring down her throat and into her stomach. Looking down, he could see the large gulps she was taking travel down her throat, the lumps making her look like she was swallowing several large eggs.

“Mmm,” she said, removing his now-drained cock from her mouth and licking her lips. “I can never get enough of that creamy taste.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever be deprived of it,” Spike said, his voice a bit shallow from his rapid breathing. “Ready for more?”

“Always,” Trixie said, standing up in the tub. She didn’t get out, however: she simply leaned over, exposing her plump, round rump to her husband, and braced her hands on the side of the tub.

“Come on then,” she said, moving her tail out of the way to expose her tight asshole. “Do me like you did in the desert that night.

Spike would never suffer erectile dysfunction around his wives. In fact, from the way things were going, he’d likely develop a perma-boner just out of necessity. He’d go the rest of his life walking around with a giant, continuous erection.

The entire female population of Equestria would likely be thrilled.

Shuffling up behind Trixie, Spike leaned over and nuzzled the back of her neck, his wings folding over them until they were mostly hidden from view. Not that anypony was spying on them or anything, but still: it made it feel more romantic that way.

“Spike?” she asked softly as he continued to nuzzle her. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready,” he replied softly, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. She whinnied softly as his finger pulled at her globes, twisting and kneading the soft, pelt-covered flesh with great care. Between his pointer finger and his thumb, he pinched the nipples, twisting and tugging on them like he was trying to milk her. Trixie moaned at this: she’d start producing milk soon enough, and if Spike kept having sex with her, someday he’d actually milk her like a dairy cow.

The thought was dirty enough for her marehood to unconsciously clench, even though that wasn’t the part his giant dick was going to go in. His nuzzles slowly moved down her back, past her shoulders and into the middle of her back, where his tongue lightly licked the water running down her back.

“Nngh,” she moaned softly as she felt his hot tongue on her body. He trailed it lower, and lower, his hands removing themselves from her breasts and traveling to her thighs. Kneeling behind her, Spike firmly grabbed her jiggly rump and spread her wide, exposing both of her entrances to his sight.

His tongue lashing out like a striking snake, Spike plunged his face into her soft marehood, causing Trixie to jump slightly and squeak. “S-Spike?” she questioned, her words faltering as he nipped, licked and sucked at her exposed core. “W-w-w-what are y-y-you-,”

“Shh,” he mumbled into her body, the vibrations making her tighten her grip on the side of the tub. “I’m just getting you ready.”

“But I don’t want to be r-r-ready,” Trixie said as her body involuntarily spasmed under his care. “I w-w-want it now!”

Spike ignored her request, instead continuing his slurping. Just as she formed the words to protest again, he suddenly left her and stood up, his dick swinging up and impacting the outside of her now-soaked marehood. She jumped once more, experiencing the shock of a mini-orgasm: something she never had before. He continue to rub his length up and down her exposed flower, coating himself in her free-flowing juices.

“Spike!” she said, her voice an adorable little whine. “Please!”

“Oh, all right I guess,” Spike said in a bored voice, moving his coated dick up from her sopping marehood and pressing the tip against her tight asshole.

“Thank you Spike,” Trixie said. “I was worried for a second you’d- oh!”

She moaned when he suddenly thrust into her, burying himself about halfway into her tight confines in one fell swoop. Then, without relenting, he continued to push, going deeper and deeper into her until he had hilted himself completely inside her.

Trixie’s mouth hung open, but no sound came out: she was breathless from the sudden feeling of being so damn full. She could barely even feel Spike’s chest press against her back and his hands come up to place themselves alongside her own.

“More?” Spike asked simply, his smile hidden in her white mane as he smelled her.

Trixie couldn’t even speak: all should could do was make a small squeaking noise. Spike took that for a yes, so he withdrew slightly and pumped back into her. His balls swung up and hit her hyper-sensitized marehood, making her convulse unexpectedly.

“Oh!” Trixie grunted, her voice finally back. Every thrust, every rotation of Spike’s hips made her body tremble and caused her moan like some back-alley whore. His pumping, while not wild and uncontrolled was nonetheless persistent, measured; relentless. Every time he started to withdraw his wide crown would drag at her walls, only for him to push it back through the area it had once evacuated.

Trixie couldn’t hold it anymore: she began to orgasm, shock after shock rocking her body as Spike continued to pump away. Then, on a particularly powerful orgasm, she clenched as tightly as she could.

Spike who had not been prepared for this, and was close to release anyway, found himself constricted, almost painfully, by his wife’s ass. Then and there, he released into her, his seed flooding her bowels like a dam bursting on an unsuspecting river. He continued to pour into her, her stomach swelling even more as more and more of his spunk pumped into her bowels.

He tried to pull out, but Trixie’s grip remained very tight on him. So, in a fit of brilliance, Spike quickly massaged her clitoris, causing the mare to relax suddenly. As soon as her grip on him was gone, he pulled out, watching as some of his seed leaked out in globs from her round ass. It made obscene splashing noises as it landed in the tub, some of the thick and gooey baby batter running down the insides of her legs.

“Trixie?” Spike asked, dipping quick in the yet-clean side of the tub to wash himself off.

“Y-y-yeah?” she asked, her voice a low moan as her arms and legs began to tremble.

“I think it’s time for breakfast,” he said, getting out of the tub and drying off with a quick burst of his flames. He helped her out of the tub, gently drying her off with a towel while he kissed her.

“Thank you,” she said softly, hugging her body against his as her legs continued to tremble. “I’ll... I’ll go get ready. We won’t have much to do, what with this weather and all.”

“I know,” Spike said softly as they parted. He walked over to the tub and pulled the drain, watching as the once-clean water drained away.

“I know.”

It was indeed a long day: after the bathtub sex, Trixie was almost too tired to do anything but eat with everypony else. The others seemed to know something was up, but Trixie and Spike had no reason to tell them of what had transpired. Other than that, there was the same old, same old: Asalah wanting to comb everypony’s mane, Maria refusing to speak to Chrysalis, the Queen of the Changelings making small talk with Spike to try and get back into his good graces. The only real difference was the increase in appetites among Spike’s pregnant wives, especially Trixie: in a fit of either maddening hunger or just insanity, she swallowed an entire banana whole without chewing. Spike’s blood pooled somewhere in his scrotal region at that sight, but luckily he managed to think of non-sexy thoughts long enough that his “problem” went away quickly.

At the end of the day, when they all retired to their separate beds, Spike made sure each and every one of them promised to sleep in their bed. It was still raining outside, but thankfully the thunder and lightning had not reappeared after last night, so it was just plain old rain. Laying in his bed, Spike closed his eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Spike awoke to the sound of heavier rain splattering against the window: it was still dark and gloomy out, so by the time lunch came around, he felt tired all over again.

That was, until the Sultan invited his wives to spend time with his own wife. Maria had politely declined, while Asalah and Trixie had jumped at the chance. Chrysalis had been in her room all morning, so that when Spike emerged from a sex-free bath, he found he was all alone in his room.

That did not last long.

“Spike?” a voice said as a door opened. Looking up from the journal he had finally decided to start writing in again, Spike saw who it was and sighed.

“What is it, Maria?” he asked, standing up. “Am I going to be in the middle of a new fight with Chrysalis?” He sincerely hoped not: it was tiring to listen to such fighting between two who had been such good friends not long before.

“No,” Maria replied, her body tensing slightly at the mention of the changeling’s name. “I... I just wanted to see you: alone.”

“May I ask why?” Spike asked.

“I... I wanted to say I’m... sorry,” she said, though by the tone of her voice, she was having trouble saying it in a meaningful way.

“You are?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” she replied, sitting down on his bed: he sat down next to her. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting, Spike. I know I shouldn’t be like this, but... I can’t help but feel the way I do about Chrysalis. She lied to me, broke our bond of trust: to me, it was like a knife-wound in my heart. I was taught to be better than this, and yet... I don’t know, maybe my jealousy and pain is making me appear to not be who I am. Can you forgive me?”

Well Spike had certainly not been expecting an apology like this. “Really?” was all he could say.

“Yes,” she said, leaning into his shoulder and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He nuzzled her hair, smelling the sweetness of her before she unburied her face from his neck and kissed him.

Meanwhile...

“Why did this have to happen now?” Chrysalis moaned to herself, her body feeling like it was on fire. She had awoken amidst a dream-induced orgasm and didn’t want the others to know the true reason.

“It is that time in the pregnancy,” she had realized, rubbing her hands over her belly. “The time of the horniness.” She had hoped it would pass over her, or even not happen until later, but it seemed Mother Nature had decided to pull the rug out from under her hooves. Right now, she was so horny for Spike, she’d shag anything in her way: she even had to restrain herself when she saw how the candlesticks were shaped.

It wasn’t her fault, really: there were two reasons she was feeling this way. First and foremost, it was biology: the Changeling species as a whole had severe bouts of reproductive drives matching that of the insects of the animal kingdom. When it became sufficiently wide-spread, orgies were common to the point where entire towns of Changelings were related in one way or another.

The second, and more personal reason, was that Chrysalis wanted to get back into Spike’s good graces. She knew their relationship had almost died when she revealed herself to him, and right now it was more than a little strained. She had wanted to ease back in slowly, but with this bout of horniness, it seemed she would have to move back into his graces sooner than she had thought.

The biggest problem, or benefit, depending on how one looked at it, was that the Changeling’s severe increase in reproductive drive was produced by a powerful pheromone that stimulated it. This same pheromone could affect nearly every other species they came into contact with, which was one of the reasons the species as a whole had been banished from everyday society: ponies didn’t like orgies breaking out at the same times of the year, especially in the more conservative towns and cities.

The mature, sensible side of her brain cried for her not to do this, that she should take her time and make it special. After listening to it intently for several seconds, she shoved it over an imaginary cliff: there was time for waiting, and she was tired of it. Right now was a time for action.

Opening her door, she peered around and didn’t see anypony else, so she strode out, completely naked. One small part of her was glad she didn’t have to wear the guise of Meia anymore: her slightly wider hips had grown even slightly wider due to her hormones, and her breasts had swollen slightly larger, even more so than they already were. When she looked over at Spike’s bed, she saw... he wasn’t there.

“Where could he have gone?” she wondered, her arousal increasing to nigh-unbearable levels as the pheromones and hormones and whatever-mones surged through her system. In a frantic series of movements, she checked his bathroom, Asalah’s room and Trixie’s room: nothing. Then, gasping as though she needed water, she burst through into Maria’s room, the doors swinging back to shut behind her.

Maria was there, as was Spike: or at least, Spike’s feet were there. At the moment, Maria’s beautiful body was laid across Spike’s own, her tail up near his face while she gulped down his gargantuan cock.

“Chrysalis?!” Spike called, sitting up quickly. With a shout, Maria tumbled off him and onto his side, his organ popping from her mouth. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I...” Chrysalis trailed off, her eyes focusing on his massive rod, noting how Maria’s slobber trailed down it, giving it a peculiar sheen. Inside, her loins tightened at the mere sight of it, her heart fluttering at the thought of all the dirty things she was going to do to it.

“Why are you here!?!” Maria shouted, her eyes burning as she crossed her arms over her naked body, trying to preserve at least some decency.

Taking a tentative step forward, Chrysalis looked between Spike’s eyes and his still-throbbing piece of meat. “I... I wanted to talk with you,” she said, her hips swaying from side to side as she approached them.

The looks on Spike’s and Maria’s faces turned from shock and anger to bewilderment. “About... about what?” Spike asked.

“This,” Chrysalis said as she stopped at the foot of the bed. Like a snake strike her arms shot out, her hands wrapping around Spike’s ankles. With the strength of ten whores she pulled him down, her mouth descending on the glorious cock in one swift stroke. Before Spike or Maria could protest, she went deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until her changeling physiology finally allowed her to do something she had been wanting to do since they had been in that dungeon: she had him completely swallowed, her snout tickling where the base met the rest of his body. Her chin even rested against his heavy dragon balls, the heat and the added knowledge of the sweetness lying within making her want to suck them dry.

Spike made a move to disagree with her method, but his eyes rolled up into the back of his head at the feeling and fell back onto the bed as Chrysalis’s throat constricted around the rod in her, pulling and sucking on the giant piece of meat.

Maria shouted in anger, a spell shooting out of her horn at the queen. Without even looking away from Spike’s groin, Chrysalis shout out a response spell, cancelling out the other in mid-air.

“Why are you doing this?!” Maria shouted, almost springing towards Chrysalis to tackle her off. About mid-stride/leap across the bed, she stopped, her eyes zeroing in on Chrysalis’s face. “You... oh... Chrysalis...” she said, her voice sounding as if she had had an epiphany.

“Mmph?” Chrysalis asked, Spike’s cock still wedged deliciously in her mouth and throat.

“You...” Maria said, her posture changing from one of anger to... arousal. Oh no: the pheromones had gotten to her!

Chrysalis pulled the dragon dick from her airway, causing Spike to moan in disappointment. “Now Maria, listen to me. You don’t want to do this, it’s just the phero-,”

She was cut off by Maria grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed, shutting her up by pressing her lips to her own in a passionate kiss. Chrysalis tried to pull away, she honestly did, and yet she found she... couldn’t. Her mind too was becoming addled, and that meant Spike’s was too...

“Ahem?” the two mares heard a voice, causing them to break their kiss. They looked up to see Spike, his hard-on still pointing upwards as he looked at the two mares.

In his lust-addled mind, Spike knew when to take advantage of something too good to be true, and right now, he knew exactly what he was going to do. “You ladies have been very bad as of late,” he said, shaking his head at them in mock-shame. “I had hoped you two would be better than this. Looks to me like... you must be punished.”

Before the horny and confused mares could say a word, he was off the bed, behind them, and had them flipped over, so that Maria was under the taller Chrysalis and both of their dripping mounds were lined up.

“Hmm, where to put it,” Spike said lazily, wagging his dick back and forth behind them. "Where to put it..."

“Me! Put it in me!” Maria shouted, grinding her snatch against Chrysalis's in vain to try and get his attention.

“No! Me! I need it more!” Chrysalis shouted, shoving her breasts over Maria’s face to try and shut her up. It backfired, as Maria took one of the tender and swollen nipples into her mouth and suckled on it, earning a gasp from Chrysalis.

“A compromise it is, then,” Spike replied, lining up. With a surge of his hips, he slid his giant dick between the two mares, going into neither and rubbing the tender exteriors of their marehoods with his knobby dick.

“Oh!” Chrysalis cried out in enjoyment.

“Mmph!” Maria cried in agreement, her voice muffled by the large nipple in her mouth.

Spike ignored their cries of excitement and pulled out, only to slide back in between them. The two mares’ love juices mingled over Spike’s throbbing shaft as he pumped between them, his movements making their hyper-sensitive entrances just tremble with need and excitement. He would even move his hips side to side, dragging the massive rod between them from different and surprisingly pleasurable angles.

After a few minutes of this, Maria came, her juices spilling up and out of her and into Chrysalis’s own marehood, covering Spike’s dick as well. Spike pulled out and watched Maria shake under the changeling, a thought forming in his thoughtless head.

“Little Chrissie didn’t cum when Maria did,” he said, leaning up over her and repositioning his cock. “Chrissie needs to be punished.”

“What? I’ve been good, I swear!” Chrysalis cried out, her mind addled with lust and pleasure as Maria continued to suck on her nipple. On one particularly hard suckle, she felt something exit the nipple: she was lactating! She was actually far enough in the pregnancy where she was producing milk, but so soon... she hadn’t thought it possible!

“No, Chrissie: you’ve been very bad,” Spike said, just as Chrysalis felt a massive mushroom poke against her tone backside. “Chrissie needs to be punished.”

“No, Spike, I’ve been good, I- AAH!” Chrysalis shouted as Spike plunged the great mushroom cap that was his dick’s top into her virgin ass, stopping after the first few inches. Then, just as she thought he’d stop, he pushed further, and further, each inch agonizing and intensifying her pleasure to unheard-of levels. Then, when he stopped, and she thought he was going to move, she felt his hand slap her ass cheek, her flesh rolling beneath the blow like the waves of the ocean.

“Ow!” she cried, only to be met by another stinging slap: then another, and another, until they coincided with his thrusts. “Ow, ow, ow, ow!”

“Chrissie, have you been bad?” Spike asked, pounding into her tight ass as he spanked her like a dirty little whore. “Have you been a bad little mare? Do you need to be punished?”

“Y-yes, yes!” she cried, her body shivering and spasming uncontrollably as he pounded into her. “I’ve been a bad little mare! I need to be punished!” Her ass felt like it was on fire, so quickly he moved, and yet she never wanted that flame to go out. Maria, on the other hand, continued to suckle harder and harder, squeezing more and more milk out of that tender nipple of Chrysalis’s.

“Do you like your punishment?” Spike asked as his other hand grabbed his tail and pulled it underneath him. With a flicking motion, he squeezed it between Maria and Chrysalis’s marehoods, the extremely knobby texture making both of them moan.

“Yes, yes! Chrissie likes her punishment! Chrissie needs more!” Chrysalis said, all manner of queenliness and serenity gone as she was suckled, ass-fucked and tail-rubbed along her marehood.

“Then Chrissie gets more!” Spike roared, the tip of his paddle-like tail shoving itself into the very edges of Chrysalis’s marehood. Like that, the sudden penetration, even though it was very shallow, made Chrysalis cum right then and there, the convulsions of her body making Spike finally come as well. Reaching up with his hand, he roughly squeezed her full breasts, making milk squirt out of it and into Maria’s face, who’s cheeks were full of it from suckling so long. She swallowed it obscenely and licked at the milk running down her face, like a cat might with cream.

Their bodies twitching and trembling, the three rolled onto the bed and collapsed, Spike’s rock-hard dick pulling from within Chrysalis’s ass with a lurid squirt. Some of his baby batter leaked from her tight asshole, but most of it remained in her bowels, slushing around like a sea in a bottle.

The door opened slightly and Asalah walked in, her face looking out into the other room as she did so. “Spike, are you in here? Trixie want to talk to you about... about...”

Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she saw the three laying before her, their eyes burning with lust as they sat up.
“Join us, Asalah,” Chrysalis said, her horn glowing. Maria’s lit up as well, and soon Asalah was flying across the room, being dragged by a spell. She tried to struggle, but the magic was too strong.

“Join us!” Spike commanded, catching her and rolling her onto her back, his lips silencing her cry of surprise. Maria’s magic shut, and this time, locked the door.

“Spike! What has gotten into you?” Asalah asked, her question mumbled by his lips. The same lips soon left and started suckling her breasts, making her suddenly twitch.

“It’s not what’s gotten into him,” Chrysalis said as she slid under Maria, their heads positioned near each other’s marehood. Her mane was tussled, her pelt matted, and her mind had gone completely lucid. “It’s what’s going to get into you!”

“What do- ohh,” Asalah moaned as Spike unceremoniously shoved himself into the zebra, making her back arch into an almost complete C-shape. Then, in a grinding motion, he began churning her inside with his rock-hard cock, making the zebra suddenly mewl with pleasure. Chrysalis and Maria, on the other hand, had started lapping at each other’s sore marehoods, even more of their juices leaking out onto the sheets as they greedily drank each other. The smell of sex and cum filled the room as the four went at it like horny rabbits.

Soon enough, Asalah felt the pheromones she knew nothing about increase her sexual drive to unlike anything before. Soon enough, she was bucking against Spike with all her might, making the whole damn bed shake as they met thrust for thrust. “Buck me!” she cried, her hands going up to her breasts and almost violently twisting the big, puffy nipples. “Buck me ‘till I can’t walk you big-dicked dragon stud!” Her nostrils flared as she said this, with her hands pressing her large breasts together, making them even perkier than normal.

Spike complied, and by complied, he flipped her over onto her stomach with himself still inside her, not even missing a beat as he continued to pound into her wet cunt. He didn’t care that she was talking dirty: in fact, it excited him even more. He continued to pound into her, even after he suddenly came and filled her insides with sticky cum. That only made it easier for him to move, so he moved faster, until he was pistoning in and out of her light a freight train. Asalah, on the other hand, had lost count how many times her brain had exploded with pleasure, and right now, she could feel her tongue swelling as she became more and more lurid.

“Asalah want treat!” she cried as she came again, this time at the sight of Maria and Chrysalis munching on each other’s marehoods. “Asalah needs treat! Give Asalah what she wants!”

“Asalah want’s treat?” Spike asked in broken Equinish, flipping her over and pulling her closer to the others. “Asalah get treat!” He kneeled down and placed his giant, cum and pussy juice-covered cock between the zebra’s large breasts, the soft pelt making him leak more cum that had not been entirely expelled from his member..

“You two: clean her cooch,” Spike said, pointing from Maria and Chrysalis to Asalah’s cum-leaking cunt. Rolling off of Chrysalis, Maria was the first on the scene, though Chrysalis’s head soon joined her as the buried their faces in the zebra’s marehood.

Spike began thrusting between Asalah’s breasts, his eyes hypnotized by their movements as they bounced with every thrust. Asalah reached her head down and enveloped the great mushroom cap that was the tip of his dick every time he thrust forward, trying to suck him deeper into her cavernous maw.

They all continued like this: Maria and Chrysalis eating out Asalah with gusto in order to get Spike’s sweet treat he had left behind, and Spike himself thrusting between Asalah’s glorious breasts, his hands squeezing them together around his cock.

Then, as everyone began to orgasm in an even more uncontrollable manner, Spike raised himself up and held himself above Asalah’s face, his cock almost poking her in the eye. “Suck!” he ordered, only to have Asalah reach up and pull him into her mouth with suction alone. Spike, near the end of his limit, both hormonally and endurance-wise, began to thrust in and out of the sweet mouth, making Asalah gag every now and them.

She didn’t care: even as she “gak, gak, gak,” sounds with her throat every time he thrust too deep, she was in heaven. Then, she felt his dick swell and closed off the air to her lungs. Spike came, roaring incoherently as he poured his last shots of cum down Asalah’s throat. The other two, having worn themselves to exhaustion, watched as Asalah held the giant cock in her mouth, with what looked like eggs traveling down her esophagus. Everypony could even see her belly swell as she used her hands to pump the cock more, forcing more and more of the delicious juice into her hungry gullet.

Spike withdrew, letting a small squirt land in the valley of Asalah’s breasts. With a small burst of magic, Chrysalis had it soar lazily into Maria’s mouth, kissing her when it went it. Asalah lay back, her body convulsing as her eyes closed. Spike fell to the side, his dick slapping the side of Asalah’s face as he did so. The force of the dick-slap, though minor, was enough to make the zebra mare's now-swollen belly jiggle slightly.

She didn’t care, and the same was true for everypony else in the room. Covered in sweat, pussy juice and Spike’s dragon cum, they all fell asleep, tired from the orgy that surely would be the stuff of legends had it happened in a public place.

Then Trixie walked into the room, saw what all the commotion was about, and shouted so loud ponies as far as Neightaly might have heard it.

“CELESTIA BUCKING DAMN IT!”

Author's Notes:

There you go: a bunch clop before other stuff. I'm guessing this chapter is gonna be quite popular.