Snugglerape: Part 4

>YOU ARE THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT.
>AND YOUR SLAVE HAD THE AUDACITY TO DEMAND THAT YOU GO UPSTAIRS.
>HE SHOULD NOT BE DEMANDING ANYTHING OF HIS-
<Jesus Christ, stop shouting. Some of us are trying to sleep.
>Oh, sorry.
>He should not be demanding anything of his master.
>”Actually, I’m his boss, so...” Aloe interjects.
>He should not be demanding anything of his... employer.
>But you are a generous princess, and you will indulge him this one time.
>As you and Aloe climb the staircase, you can’t help but continue your thoughts about your new fucktoy.
>He’s so skilled. It’s like he was made just for you.
>He’s nothing like the other apes. You didn’t even have to get any bananas!
>And his hands are so different... They’re so dextrous and precise...
>You can feel your wings rising again. You don’t care though.
>Aloe is giving you a weird look.
”Doth thou seest something thou likest the look of, knave?”
>She recoils at your harsh tone, and bows immediately.
>”N-no, your highness!”
“Then kindly refrain from staring.”
>”O-of course, your highness!”
>You continue up the stairs, where you hear the muffled cries and sobbing of some poor creature in Twilight’s bedroom.
>The door is locked, and you unlock it with your magic.
>”MMF!”
>A panicked baby dragon is restrained on Twilight’s bed.
>He’s bound to the bedposts by his hands and feet.
>He has a ball gag in his mouth.
>His shovel-tipped tail flails in fear, as he sees that his salvation is another crazed p0ny.
>You gaze upon the situation in shock.
>Not all is as it seems in the library.
>”We have to get him out of there! If Twilight has done this, who knows what she’s doing to Anon?”
>Aloe rushes forward to undo one of the belts that is currently restraining Spike’s hand.”
>”Aloe. Leave here.”
>”Princess? What are you saying?”
>”I will not repeat myself.”
>Your wings are fully erect, feathers quivering with anticipation at the sight before you.
>It has been so long since you were with a dragon.
>And to squander such a wonderfully wrapped package would be tantamount to blasphemy.
>Celestia keeps on insisting that you try new things. Maybe p0nies from this time period simply enjoy this kind of intercourse.
>If it’s good enough for Celestia and her prized student, it should be good enough for you.
>Aloe hesitates, then quickly tries to undo one of the straps with her mouth.
>You quickly put a stop to that by levitating her out of the room and relocking the door.
>You turn your sights to the baby dragon, who also has his terrified eyes locked onto yours.
>”There there, Spike. Do you not wish to please your princess?”
>He shakes his head.
>Wrong answer.
>You start things off by standing on the bed and straddling the baby dragon.
>With his feet resting on your hips, he only comes up to your chestpiece.
>You can feel his short, hot breath on your coat.
>You look around. Twilight seems to be a kinky sort.
>She has all sorts of combs and brushes scattered about the place, some in various stages of wear and tear.
>She must have had it bad if she was resorting to this many sex toys.
>You turn your gaze back to your prey, hungrily.
>He has had plenty of time now to inhale your scent.
>You didn’t need to use it on the pleasure ape, but as a princess alicorn your scent is a powerful aphrodisiac.
>The dragon’s eyes roll back in his head, and his irises are replaced with hearts.
>Perfect.
>You relieve him of your weight and stand up.
>You remove the ball gag. You’ll make him work that mouth later.
>You undo his straps, and the beast is overcome by lust.
>He slams his tail on the bed, with strength you didn’t know such a small creature could have.
>It propels him up to your undercarriage, and he uses his claws to dig into the coat on your sides.
>You draw in a breath through your teeth as you feel the bite of his small hands on your flesh.
>He starts squeezing your barrel in a tight hug, and his hips start thrusting on your belly.
>You feel the pleasurable sensations spread through your body, heat spreading through your veins like wildfire.
>You can’t help but let out a moan as Spike stokes the flames within you; flames that have been slowly building since your last session with Anon.
>His sloppy, unskilled thrusts are different to Anon’s precise, surgical strikes, but your body responds to his actions all the same.
”S-spike... my wings...”
>Your faithful helper needs no more instruction, as he releases his grip.
>He rolls out from under you, allowing your weakening knees to finally buckle.
>He takes this opportunity to mount you, taking rough hold of the base of your wings.
>The sudden sensation makes your neck jerk upright, and he takes advantage of this to move his head closer to yours.
>You feel his forked tongue snake out of his mouth, the dual tips tickling your fur as he tastes your arousal.
>He licks along the base of your starry mane, through its ethereal sheen, along your neck.
>The act sends shivers all the way down your spine to your tail, which lifts reflexively.
>Spike, his entire being devoted to you now, doesn’t miss this sign either, and uses his tail to pleasure you.
>He uses his shovel shaped pad to rub down your spine, heading towards your tail.
>Once it reaches there, it deftly hooks under the base of your tail, rubbing your crotch.
>Your mind hazes over as a long, deep moan escapes your lips.
>You’re getting lost in the sensations.
>And you’re loving it.
>Spike doesn’t let up for one second, piling sweet sensations on top of each other, like layers to the most exquisite cake ever tasted by p0ny mouths.
>On top of his teasing, he finally starts massaging your wing bases.
>His smaller hands send dots of pleasure to your lust-addled mind, satisfying its hunger.
>The prickly claws contrast the soothing, rolling movements, sending your nerves on a rollercoaster ride to nirvana.
>You feel so close already. You can feel your feathers twitching in anticipation of release.
>His tongue runs further up your neck, and you rear back, eager for more.
>His tips reach the base of your ear, and tease it ever so gently.
>It’s agonising how close you are from all this buildup. You need release. Now.
“S-spike... no more... I...”
>He doesn’t stop, however.
>He leans in close to your ear, and you feel his breath tickle your fur.
>He whispers,
>”You are best pony.”
>And your vision explodes into a supernova of colour and shape.
>Your body tenses up and spasms, and your wings flap as you feel the sweet release of orgasm.
>Spike simply stays still, clutching your wings for stability as he rides your body through your throes of ecstasy, rodeo style.
>His weight simply serves to drive you further into your spiral of pleasure. It feels so right to have him there, yet you don’t know why.
>Your teeth grind against each other as you ride the waves of pleasure that build one upon another.
>They crash into you like waves on a beach, and you’re tossed around in the storm.
>Eventually your body relinquishes control to you again, but you’re too exhausted to do anything but pant and close your eyes.
>Spike, still under your spell, releases his death grip on your wings, and dismounts you.
>Ever considerate, he grabs one of Twilight’s pillows and places it under your head.
>You gratefully lay down on it to rest.
>He sits next to you,  his role changing from lover to stalwart protector.
>Even as the goddess of the night, it feels comforting to have someone you trust watch over you.
>In Canterlot it is your sister, who watches over the day as you sleep.
>Today, here in P0nyville, it is Spike.
>He uses his claws to stroke your ever flowing mane.
>It relaxes you, and you fall asleep in his presence.