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It was about a week since Spike and Rumble had visited Sunburst's office for their 'study session' with their Special Book, and Spike couldn't be happier with the results.

He giggled gleefully as he sauntered through the living room of his boyfriend's house, his wide hips wiggling and fat rump jiggling unburdened by whatever clothing he'd normally be wearing. Instead, the feminine dragon only wore a smile and a pink apron as he stepped into the kitchen, sniffing the air and again giggling, though this time at the sweet smell of the pastries he'd put into the oven not too long ago.

As he pulled the finished tray of muffins out of the oven with one hand, unharmed due to his draconic nature, he mused at how embarrassed he'd have been being this underdressed in someone else's house, even one partially owned by Rumble, just a week ago. But now all he wanted to do was strip that cute apron off and show himself off for whenever Rumble returned home.

But proper baking attire was important.

And it made his ass look fantastic.

Spike let out a gentle sigh as he placed the tray of muffins on the counter, his belly grumbling and rumbling with a pure hunger for those decadent, chocolaty treats. It took everything in his power to hold back from just going to town on them immediately.

Instead, he wanted to wait for Rumble to enjoy them together.

It wasn't as if he was in a drought of sweets anyway, having baked and then proceeded to eat a wide assortment of them during the last week as he did his best to acclimate to the new urges and feelings that his day with Sunburst had brought upon him.

His new lack of diet had left his body more plush and jiggly than before, his belly pushing out into a cute little paunch while his rump had proceeded to only get wider and more enticing than before.

Unable to hold it back any longer, his aforementioned urges catching up to him in a strong way, Spike's hand slid down to his large rear, squishing and squeezing the fat cheek as he let out a huffing moan, his apron quickly forming a small tent in the front.

He was beginning to get used to things like this, being interrupted in the middle of average tasks by an overwhelming urge to strip, tease, and toy with himself.

Though it wasn't as if he, or the lewdly drooling cock between his legs, was complaining in the slightest.

Spike tossed his apron to the side without a care, finding an extreme amount of comfort and a vibrating tingle of arousal now that his body was fully on display to the empty house. He braced himself against the counter as neediness flooded his body, his free hand caressing his soft chest with a burning need to play with himself, but still being unable due to Rumble disallowing him before he left to the gym.

It was time for desperate measures.

As the held-back arousal continued to flood into him, Spike stumbled his way out into the living room again, every single jiggle and wobble his wide rump made as he walked only serving to tease him ever further due to more teasing Rumble had given him over the past week.

It took everything in his power to not just flop onto the couch and hump against one of the pillows, knowing that if he finished he'd leave Rumble's brother to sleep on a couch stained with his seed.

And yet, despite how embarrassing that thought was, he let out a low moan as his cock twitched at how equally hot it was.

Spike stumbled on further, his hands stroking up and down his chest and plush belly, as he made his way down the hallway to Rumble's room.

He didn't even bother to close or lock the door before he threw himself onto the soft, well-used bed that was large enough to fit both him and Rumble comfortably. He knew that Thunderlane wouldn't be home for another few days, so he wouldn't have to be forced to wear clothes or act 'normal' until then.

Spike pressed both his nose and hips into the sheets and bed, rutting as deeply and needily as he sniffed. Despite how recently he'd washed the sheets, all he could smell was Rumble's deep, masculine scent that permeated the fabric.

There were other scents too, like the quickly growing smell of Spike's arousal drooling onto it or the other more lewd smells from the kinkier play they'd shared together, but the strongest was the musk that Rumble exuded. A musk that made Spike's head spin.

Spike whined as his brain grew a bit foggy, his hips working double time against the mattress and letting the sheets caress and stroke against his small, leaky shaft. He bit his lip, drawing a bit of blood as his sharp teeth clamped down, and down to brace himself.

He was so close.

As he panted, moaned, and squeaked while humping hornily against the bed, nearly crossing the barrier to his first solo orgasm in a few days, he almost missed the sound of keys being fiddled with in the front door.

What he didn't miss was the sound of the door opening.

Fear struck Spike for a moment, enough that he was somehow able to force himself to stop and listen quietly despite how close he was to spraying the bedsheets. Relatively quietly, at least, as he braced himself on all fours, panting and huffing as his cock trembled.

Spike's first instinct was to grab some clothing to throw on, just in case Thunderlane was home early. As much as he would have loved to display himself in front of that hunky piece of Wonderbolt Stud, just the very thought nearly putting him over the edge again, he knew that betraying Rumble's trust was something he'd never do.

Thankfully, the voice that he heard ringing through the house, light and melodious, was enough to put him at ease.

"Spikey~ I'm hooooome~" Rumble called out with a light chuckle. "Come on, babe. Good Dragons greet their boyfriends at the door~"

Spike smiled lovingly as he stood and marched his way out to his boyfriend, every step he took sending a spark of pleasure and arousal through his body. He wasn't sure if he was doing it because it was an order, or just because he wanted to see Rumble.

Either way, he wasn't complaining as he entered the living room. Especially not as he saw Rumble, who was just beginning to wipe his forehead free of sweat.

The grey stallion grinned at Spike, and his grin only grew, along with the bulge in his tight gym shorts, as he saw how flushed and aroused the feminine dragon already was. "Aw, did you have fun while I was gone?" He asked as he approached Spike, bringing a hand to the back of his head as he drew Spike into a gentle kiss.

Spike moaned against Rumble's lips, pressing in deeper as he pushed his body against the taller, sweaty stallion. He couldn't help himself as he ground his wide hips against Rumble's thigh, keeping himself on edge while wrapping his arms around Rumble for stability.

The kiss quickly broke, but Spike didn't pull away. Instead he just pressed his nose against Rumble's chest and, in doing this, took a deep breath of the fresh musk Rumble had worked up at the gym.

Spike's knees trembled as he pulled away. He didn't want to, but he needed to if he wanted to keep from cumming all over the shorts Rumble was wearing. "Y-you didn't shower?" He asked, though the question mostly came out in the form of a moan. His hands stroked his chest, tugging at his nipples with the fervor he wished he could use on his shaft.

"I figured you'd wanna at least get a little whiff of it before that." Rumble said with a casual, relaxed shrug as he pulled back. "I could go ahead and wash up if you're not into it t-"

"No!" Spike squeaked out before Rumble could even finish. Once he realized, he blushed furiously and squeezed his thighs together, his cock jumping and shuddering between his legs.

"Oh?" Rumble asked with a sly, lewd grin. "It's because Good Dragons looooove musk, don't they, Spike?"

The words didn't change much, as it was already true enough about Spike, but the strike of electric pleasure that it brought was enough to make Spike whimper.

He tried his best to hold it back like he had done before, but there wasn't much he could do to prevent his balls, swollen from days of teasing and hypnotic chastity, from drawing up. With a series of heavy, deep twitches, his cock shot out a few ropes of pure white cum onto the floor to join the trail of precum he'd made before.

Rumble began to snicker gently, sending a spark of embarrassment through Spike that went straight to his still erect shaft. As Rumble continued to chuckle and snicker, these sparks became ever more frequent as a deep red blush covered Spike's face.

Upon realizing what his laughter was doing to his boyfriend, Rumble felt a bit of shame himself, though not in the erotic way Spike was finding, as he approached for another, gentle hug. "Aw, Spikey, I'm not laughing at you, I promise." He said as he nuzzled the poor dragon deeply, peppering his forehead with little kisses. "It's just, dear Celestia, you're so damn cute when you go off like that."

It took a moment for Spike to register what Rumble was saying due to currently drowning in a sea of stallion sweat. He managed to shake off the brunt of the haze that was currently occupying his mind, pulling away from the sweat-drenched t-shirt Rumble was wearing to look up at him with a shy smile. "I'm, mmph, g-glad you think I'm cute~"

"You're the cutest little chubby dragon I've ever met!" Rumble squeaked as he continued his nuzzling, pulling Spike even closer to his body with one arm as he used his other hand to squish the bit of love handle Spike had.

Ignoring the fact that he was the only chubby dragon Rumble had met, unless he had something to tell him, Spike giggled as his side was tickled by the invasive hand of his boyfriend. "C-c'mon~~ I'm not that cute!"

"Yes you are!" Rumble fought back as he moved his invasive hand to caress and squeeze Spike's ass. "Good Dragons have big, sensitive rumps like this. And Good Dragons are cute, slutty dragons."

Spike let out a loud, whining moan as the slightest touch of Rumble's caressing hands were suddenly like lightning striking every pleasure center of his body. He gripped Rumble's shirt tightly enough to tear it with his claws, falling against him as his legs wobbled enough to send him teetering over. His body quickly grew hot and needy as needs and desires pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind.

Rumble stopped stroking immediately, steadying Spike with a worried gaze before taking a small step back. "Shit, sorry, I wasn't thinking! Are you, uh," he looked Spike over, from his flushed face to his bucking hips, before looking back to his face, "Are you alright?"

As lewd thoughts filled his head, Spike's hands moved down to his rump, exploring and playing with every inch of the jiggly, sensitive flesh as he let out a few small, squeaky moans. It was no longer as pleasing as the sudden increase in pleasure, but it was enough to send the small dragon reeling.

It took Spike a few moments to drag his hands away from his full ass, the impending threat of spraying his load all over the ground yet again enough to persuade him against continuing. Instead, he panted as he stared at Rumble with lust. "That f-felt fucking amazing." He said after a moment of hesitation.

A wide grin drew across Rumble's face. It didn't take more than another second of looking his nude boyfriend over before he gripped the collar of his t-shirt. He pulled on it, arching his back and fighting against the fabric until the small tears Spike had made in his shirt grew and grew.

As Rumble ripped his shirt from his body, revealing a muscular chest drenched in sweat, Spike stared wide-eyed as if he'd just witnessed the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. And it only grew hotter as Rumble flexed and posed briefly for Spike, then tossed his ruined shirt onto the dragon's face.

Spike let the shirt sit there for a loooooong moment, breathing in deeply with a gleeful, almost dumb smile growing on his face. If he wasn't careful, he figured might have been able to be hypnotized from the scent alone.

By the time the shirt fell off his face, Spike being unable to actually bring himself to remove it, Rumble's pants were already kicked aside. This left a tight, straining pair of briefs on the stallion, twitching in time with Rumble's heartbeat and drooling to the point of leaking full drops of precum out of the fabric.

Spike jumped at the chance, both figuratively and literally, knocking Rumble onto the cold tile floor. His long tongue snaked out of his mouth as he drooled eagerly and hungrily for a taste of what that stallion could put out.

Just as Spike licked the first droplet away, moaning and arching his back from the pleasure of a lingering suggestion from a week ago, Rumble had the thought to push the dragon's head away from his throbbing shaft.

"Noooo, not yet Spikey. I've got another thing in mind." Rumble said as he pulled away. He lowered his briefs slowly, teasingly, until just after his shaft flopped out into open air. The grey shaft shuddered and vibrated from the need to be touched as it hung in front of the drooling dragon's face. Rumble simply wrapped a hand around the base, stroking it agonizingly slowly. "Only I get to touch this today. You get a little reward for being such a Good Dragon."

It wasn't an order, but Spike understood that it might as well have been. As much as he wanted to wrap his mouth around the throbbing head and suck it until it flared deep in his throat, he managed to abstain.

Whatever Rumble had for him, it must have been interesting.

"Goooooooood Dragon." Rumble crooned, just the words making Spike rub his thighs together in anticipation. "You're such a Good Dragon that I think you deserve a gift. So go play with your cock, Spikey~"

Spike hesitated for a moment, sitting up to look at Rumble questioningly. "A-are you sure?" He asked as he looked down at the twitching, leaking, and drooling shaft that had sat untouched between his legs for the past few days.

Rumble let out a long, deep sigh that drew Spike's attention and, as the dragon looked at the stallion, he saw what he could only describe as a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Good Dragons stop thinking so much and just play with their cocks." Rumble said without thinking too hard about wording, and watched eagerly for Spike's reaction.

And the reaction was instant.

Spike felt his brain cloud over again, though this time was different. Instead of musk clouding his brain, it felt like his brain was full of fluff. His thinking slowed to a crawl as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, it eagerly bobbing and throbbing in his hand as it was finally given the attention that he craved.

For a brief moment Spike was concerned, but the concern was quickly swept up in the fluff and replaced by the only thoughts that were allowed to pass through it.

He leaned forward, kneeling on the ground in front of Rumble while his brain was assaulted by the lewdest, most slutty thoughts and images that his brain could conjure up to rapidly pump his cock to. Thoughts of all of the handsome stallions he knows toying with him, teasing him, and using his triggers and kinks against him in all the best ways.

The air quickly filled with the sound of Spike's moaning openly and loudly, his hips hammering against his quickly stroking hand. This display was all that Rumble needed to begin stroking himself in earnest, the look of Spike's dim, hungry eyes and his long tongue lolling out of his mouth bringing an idea to the stallion's mind.

"W-well, maybe you can't have a taste, but I've got another thing I can do with this." He hefted his ten inch shaft, giving it a few long, hard strokes before he stood up.

The small, yet still muscular stallion didn't waste any time as he lifted Spike with a little more effort than usual. He chuckled softly as he carried Spike bridal-style, the little dragon still stroking his shaft with blinding speed. "Damn, you've gotten kinda big. Too many sweets?" He gently rubbed Spike's belly as he walked on over to the couch in the living room.

"Mmph, w-what're you doing?" Spike asked hazily and between moans. There was a short moment of lucidity, though it was quickly lost as he was draped over the edge of the couch. Feeling the soft fabric of the couch against his shaft, and Rumble's soft hands parting his cheeks, caused his eyes to roll back while he let out a painfully loud moan.

Rumble pressed his hips forward, prodding the Spike's tight hole in an attempt to lube it up with the copious amounts of precum that was leaking from the wide head of his cock. He huffed, leaning down to press his toned chest against Spike's back and wrapping his arms around the dragon to stabilize himself.

He continued to prod teasingly at the hole, much to Spike's pure and pleasured delight at the surges of electric arousal that the feeling caused, before pressing deep against that fat rump. With a bit of pressure, Rumble gripping Spike tightly, the tip of his cock popped past Spike's tight entrance, causing both boys to moan heatedly.

Slowly, far too slowly to even be teasing, Rumble sank his shaft inch after inch into the tight hole before him until he was finally able to bottom out deep inside the feminine dragon.

Spike continued to let out soft, squeaky moans as his hips rocked back and forth, unsure of whether they wanted to get Rumble's fat cock deeper within him or to stroke his little, drooling shaft even harder.

Rumble slid his shaft back, relishing in the whimperings that Spike gave as it left him, before slamming back inside that tight little hole. He quickly began to get into a rhythm of fucking the dumb slut beneath him, slamming deep inside to feel the warm, clenching cocksleeve tightening around his shaft before pulling back to just to the point where his flaring head nearly popped right out.

In and out. In and out. All the while, listening to Spike's uninhibited moaning and squeaking while Rumble added in a few of his own.

After a bit of this, as he could feel the pressure of his orgasm beginning to build up and threaten to stuff Spike full of potent seed, Rumble began to roll his hips in very short, very quick humps against the dragon's plush rump. He leaned down against Spike's neck, pressing his lips down to give him sloppy, lewd smooches as he tried to do anything he could to slow his impending orgasm.

But his efforts were futile.

"O-oh fuck, Spike!" Was all he could moan out as the head of his cock widened to its full flare. He dragged it back a few inches, scraping the walls of Spike's sensitive hole, before slamming back in and bottoming out in the dragon one last time.

And that was all Spike needed. The feeling of the flare dragging against his insides combined with the slap of Rumble's hips against his ass was too much for the dragon, already on edge from his mindless stroking, to handle.

Both boys moaned loudly in unison, Spike firing off his load across the couch cushions and covering them in a load that, while smaller than the first, was still pure white and sizable.

Rumble's orgasm started with a twitch of his swollen, orange-sized balls and a heady throb from his shaft deep within Spike, egged on by the rhythmic clenching that came from Spike's own orgasm. The first few ropes were large, filling Spike up completely and the flare of the cock disallowing even a drop from leaving the deepest parts of his rump.

Even as his orgasm faded, Spike still couldn't stop stroking his shaft, milking it of all of the fluids that would come from it. The arm of the couch in front of him was absolutely soaked with his fluids, and stunk of spicy sex. Not that either of them minded in the slightest.

His stroking wasn't even dissuaded as his stomach began to bulge out slightly, Rumble's thick, virile load needing to have somewhere to go if it couldn't escape the way it came in.

This continued on for a full minute more before Rumble collapsed on top of Spike, panting and lavishing the dragon with so many gentle kisses.

"Oh Celestia, you feel so good." He panted out, nuzzling Spike. It was a few more seconds before he noticed Spike was still stroking his shaft raw, squeakily moaning as his sensitive cock was given uncontrolled, overeager attention.

Rumble let out a little giggle, considering letting this go on for longer, but quickly decided against it. "Aw, Good Dragons can stop stroking and go back to 'normal'."

Spike blinked, his hand falling limp almost immediately. He looked around the room confusedly for a few seconds before looking back at the stallion who was still inside him and throbbing gently.

He tried his best to look a little miffed at the turn of events, but couldn't help but smile at his dumb boyfriend. "You suck! That felt so weird!"

"You looked pretty cute though." Rumble responded, then gave Spike a kiss on the cheek. Without any warning, he lifted Spike again to spin around and lay back against the couch, holding his draconic boyfriend close to his chest as he relaxed. "Well, we're kinda stuck together unless you wanna be leaking all over the floor. Wanna take a nap?"

Spike let out a soft sigh as he lay back against Rumble, having none of the energy needed to complain or fight about it, much less the energy to clean up any mess he could make. As he lay back, he noticed just how distended his belly now was due to Rumble's potent filling. He brought a hand to it, rubbing it and feeling it squish under his gentle prodding.

He looked like he was a few months pregnant, but he didn't quite hate it.

"It's those sweets, I'm telling ya!" Rumble chuckled as he too stroked the big belly of his beautiful boyfriend.

And with that, it clicked in Spike's brain.

"Oh no, my muffins!" He exclaimed, moving to leave the couch to at least take them out of the pan before they went ice cold.

Rumble pulled him back, wrapping his arms around Spike's waist protectively as he did so. "Noooo, take a nap with me. Your muffins will be fine."

Yet again finding none of the energy to fight back, Spike just relaxed against Rumble's chest with a short huff.

"If you're wrong, I'm getting Sunburst to cast the spell on you too."