“Are you sure about this?” Asks Spike. The “pre-teenage” purple dragon, with his erect green spikes that raise upon the top of his purple head, holds the front hooves of the cream-colored pegasus pony that is attended by the name of ‘Fluttershy.’ The small fingers of the childish reptile struggle to embrace the circumference of the she-male pony; Fluttershy lies quietly amidst the intense green that embraces a small parcel of the lateral area of her laid abdomen, which is given by the recently watered grass that spreads across the open field, which is chosen by the beauteous pony that bears the epitome of the perfect image ‘kindness’ among the rest of the community for a diplomatic encounter between the representative of the Equestrian population and the main figure of the ‘Animalia’ community. “Yes, I t-think I am…” Fluttershy’s response is soaked in nervousness and lacks in terms of confidence, which obviously steals the attention of the younger side of this conversation. Spike is aware of the fact that the young pegasus, who was formerly enclosed by a sheath of timidity, finds herself in a vulnerable position: whilst her front legs are being gently trapped by the imposed barrier applied by the girly fingers of Twilight Sparkle’s assistant, her hind-legs are widely apart from each other, laid frontally while her hips are graciously bathed by the warm sunlight as her hooves, usually buried in secrecy due to the exposure to its soles to the ground, experiment the feeling of being kissed by wind; As a result of the unusual pose, chosen by the shemale equine as her ideal repose, her genitals are inherently exposed to a hypothetical viewer that would try an approach from behind. The scrotum of an equine is commonly known due to its excessive size and circumference; however, Fluttershy’s sack is colossal: the tanned skin of the scrotum of the mythical creature is just one of the few traits that gifts the she-male’s private parts. The most prominent characteristic of Fluttershy’s ballsack is its flawless circumference, which is also embraced by the grass that found its birth years ago. The pony enjoys how the contact with the small herbs is enough to treat the dense skin that holds her chubby balls together differently. As the leaves of those herbs touch her bare skin, small reddish spots start to appear on her cream-colored sack; it tingles viciously, and the unusual sensation seems to please the teenage pony. Above the tanned scrotum, there is a short area of flaccid flesh that paves the path for a splendid example of an equine anus; the excessively wrinkled meat that ‘coats’ the initial ‘ring,’ which is mainly formed by a tight muscular structure that winks erratically as Fluttershy’s penis, remarkable due to its extreme size and the unusual appearance of the ‘Cornoa-glandis,’ which is the equivalent of a ‘glans,’ lies underneath her belly. The long structure of Fluttershy's penis convulses in pure anticipation, responding to the erratic behavior of the meaty nature of the anus of the young horse, which is usually protected by the tail of the shemale equine, which is the possessor of an intense hue of pink, the same intense tone that also tints the long horse hair that falls charmingly over between her charming eyes, which are gifted by a couple of hypnotic aqua irises. “We can find another way…” Spike’s words are promptly retorted by Fluttershy, who turns her apprehensive countenance toward the young dragon’s face: “No! There is no other way….” The purple mystical scaly creature shockingly reacts to the pegasus’ firm words as he notices how wide-opened the eyes of the equine are, in contrast to the abbreviated black pupils that bear the remembrance of an island in the middle of a crystalline ocean.“I am the last virgin in Equestria….” Starts Fluttershy, seeking to establish a visual encounter with the frightened pre-teenager, whose eyelids are overwhelmed by the crystalline tears that flow through the tiny glands that erupt as an emotional discharge. Spike had never seen that side of Fluttershy, who was blessed with kindness and embedded by her characteristic friendly approach towards others.“... I must be deflowered by the leader of the reign of the non-magical creatures, as the tradition states at every single word…” The belle pony closes her eyes as her tongue keeps moving within the perimeter of her tasteful mouth, which has also never gained the honor of being rewarded by the touch of someone else's lips. “...Celestia has made me aware of the fact that the loss of my virginity might hurt, and I must be strong during the process that will lead my yet untouched meat to get hurt and abused…” The closed eyelids of the young pegasus deny the passage of the abundant flow of tears that would eventually pour from her lashes. “... That's why I brought you... And that's why I asked you to hold my hooves during this task.” The eyes of the equine are freed up by the protective comportment of her eyelids, which means it can finally unveil the glistening layer of tears that ‘seals’ the delicate nature of the she-male's eyes. “I need you to stay with me… Because you are my friend…” A single tear has finally won the battle against Fluttershy’s overwhelmed lids, disobeying the unconscious order of the confused brain of the teenage creature. Spike’s glances accompany the unpredictable path of the clear tear of the pegasus that is visibly on the verge of a vocal emotional discharge. The rogue and isolated product of the crying of the Equestrian pony seems to paddle vigorously along the extension of her beautiful face, which was kissed by the goddess of youth. The youngster appreciates the delicate comeliness of the pony. Embedded by the desire to purchase the possession of the attractive and extremely hypnotic pony, Spike approaches his face towards Fluttershy's lips, whose owner mimics the young dragon. The result of this encounter is a sweet, innocent kiss between the cream-colored pegasus and the purple dragon, which seals the initial process of maturing for both magical creatures. The innocent kiss, the first for both of the individuals involved, has sadly found a premature terminus due to the audible approach of an individual whose steps are extremely loud compared to the sounds that would naturally echo across our ethereal atmosphere. “He is here.” Fluttershy's words anticipate the arrival of the main figure that rises among the community of wild animals that live across the boundaries of Equestria. Fluttershy and Spike turn their heads in the same direction while, from behind a dense bush that sets the limits of a dense forest that lies nearby, the band of muscles that defines both pairs of front legs of a stoic zebra appears, emerging. The large shoulders and the lively posture of his head eclipse the sight of the croup that gets hidden by the ‘shadow’ of his mighty facial gesture; under his barrel, which is perfectly aligned with Fluttershy's perspective of view, a circular structure bounces timidly amongst his hind legs, also largely eclipsed by the thinner pairs of frontal legs that step in front. A translucent liquid seems to be poured from a tiny cavity that is set at the bottom of the circumference of the circular body, which collides against the lengthy black stripes that find their terminus on a larger stripe that runs horizontally along the barrel of the non-magical equine. Fluttershy, observing the eerie appendix that rises along the animal’s stomach, sighs in despair as her brain finally identifies the object as the glans of the erect penis of the zebra. “Is that… him?!” Spike’s question broadens the astonishment that has visibly established itself as the dominant sentiment that molds his face with anxiety and concern. His eyes observe, in the distance, the large steps of the zebra who, supposedly, is the leader of the non-magical creatures and the one who is going to steal the virginity of his dear friend. “... Looks like it…” Fluttershy’s words don't relieve the ethereal tension that saturates the chosen ambient, supposed to be the most appropriate for the sexual encounter. Spike’s reaction, in contrast to the depicted reaction by the young pegasus, immediately put him on his hind paws, ready to adopt an energetic reaction, aiming to defend the honor and physical integrity of the she-male pony. “No! I won't let him touch you!” Spike is visibly unsettled by the anxiety that has stolen his usual calmness. The possibility of being conniving to a scenario that would put the pink-maned pony in such a vulnerable position is not a pleasant thought, hence why the infant dragon gives a first step forward, aiming his long reptile claws towards the zebra, which approaches quietly. The purple foot of the fierce reptile leaves behind a clear three-toed footprint on the humid earth that serves as a natural bed for the grass that lies beneath the laid body of the she-male. Spike vocalizes aggressively as his dark and vertical pupils reflect the image of the larger equine; he is about to take his second step successfully. However, his passage is promptly obstructed by the celestial wings of the beautiful pegasus, which lies parallel to the path that was chosen by the scaly creature. “Quiet! And sit down! We are not at the library’s playground, Spike.” Fluttershy observes the purple creature reacting to her firm words; a dense patch of a reddish shade paints the horizontal extension of Spike’s muzzle while his eyes seem not to be able to escape from the marvelous grace of glancing at the graceful feathers of the wing that belongs to the powerful equine that rests by his side, waiting for her defloration. “B-bu-” Spike timidly observes the seriousness that hangs over Fluttershy’s face as her words abruptly collide against his planned protest, which is violently interrupted by the she-male, who seems to be ready to sacrifice her self-care in the name of a peaceful relationship between two contrasting worlds. “Spike, quit it! This is much bigger than both of us…” The young pegasus, embittered by anxiety and an unexpected anger aimed against Spike, decides to seek a sharper approach. “If you are not going to help me… then leave!” The words of the magnificent pony, which had the intent of causing emotional discomfort to the young dragon, seem to have caused its proposed The words of the magnificent pony, which had the intent of causing emotional discomfort against the young dragon, seem to have reached their proposed objective. Fluttershy, the epitome of kindness, realizes that her latest actions do not match her beliefs and values as she observes Spike, once disposed to risk his most valuable belongings to protect his friend, adopting an introspective posture as he quietly sits near the glimmering feathers of the she-male as he tries to digest the unusual and rude statement of the animal caretaker. Fluttershy’s mouth is immediately invaded by a disgusting flavor of bitterness that is closely followed by discomfort that seems to have possessed the pony's chest, which is comparable to her heart getting wrenched by the most bloodthirsty villain that could offer one of the major risks for the peaceful and friendly society of Equestria, as her eyes, whose lower eyelids are visibly changing their shape as they bear an uprising amount of tears, observe the depressive gesture of the young dragon, sitting in silence as his half-closed eyes are aimed at nowhere. “Spike, I-” Fluttershy’s words, once responsible for an emotional injury that led the infant dragon to fall over on his knees, are now seeking an attempt to repair the damage caused. However, the approach is immediately repelled by the gesture adopted by the youngest. Spike allows his wings to unfurl across the extension of his back. The intense breeze, whispering across the open field, collides against the featherless wings of the reptile, which bears a resemblance to the wings of a bat. “You are right…” admits Spike, as his feet serve as a steady basis for his body as he lifts his hips from the patch of grass where he sits. “.... I am not helping you, so I must leave…” Spike turns his head towards Fluttershy, seeking and conquering visual contact with the glistening eyes of the pony, whose eyelashes are visibly humid by the slender tear that dares to escape from the thin folds that compose her lids. “Sorry for not being worthy….” The eyes of the dragon, covered in tears, didn't capture the glimpse of the she-male, who finally rose from the natural bed that she had chosen for her attractive body to recline, which was mainly formed by the squelched plants that bowed against their own will, finding their current state as the result of the weight applied by the body of the laid pony. However, it's too late; the wings of the dragon successfully launch his body with no difficulties. The Pegasus, in response to Spike's abrupt departure, spreads her wings as she observes the glimmering scales of the young dragon disappearing behind the dense vapor of the cumulus clouds that start to spread across and eclipse the once predominantly bright blue sky. “No… I can't go after him….” A crystalline cascade of tears pours from the aquatic-toned iris that dominates the appearance of the eyes of the equine as she feels obliged to change her posture to complete her diplomatic mission. “Equestria needs me…” Fluttershy’s beautiful eyes slowly lose interest in regaining visual contact with the body of her beloved friend, choosing to prioritize the upcoming zebra, who is just a few steps away. Spike, despite appreciating the intense thrill caused by the cold vapor of water that condensed into larger structures colliding against his premature facial cheeks, looks visually defeated by the emotional disillusion caused by Fluttershy’s words. The young reptile, however, feels a stronger sentiment that rises along the extension of his stomach, rapidly extending its range to his rib cage, concentrating its most painful interaction in the exact region where his heart lies. “What is happening to me…?” confides Spike, gently sweeping the exact point where the discomfort emanates from. Suddenly, the young dragon catches his own mind gaining consciousness, daring to defy the natural sovereignty of Spike as it tries to consolidate enough autonomy to turn itself into an apparatus to prejudice its master’s well-being. “N-no… please! Stop!” Growls Spike, expressing his distress vocally as it seems to be a form of regurgitation as an internal battle seems to begin. A detailed image of Fluttershy’s anus getting profoundly penetrated by the ebon penile shaft of the recently observed zebra, who supposedly possesses the title of the leader from the foreign community formed by non-magical creatures, suddenly appears in his mind: The anus of the young Pegasus, once displaying a pudgy ‘ponut,’ has its meaty entrance reduced to a thin circumference, whilst the penis of the zebra, whose length has been only half its size, introduced into Fluttershy’s rectum, seems to affect the scrotum of the she-male; the chubby pair of ‘balls,’ lined by the flaccid layer of the flesh of its scrotum, dilates its circumference as shallowly buried vessels of blood start to become apparent as it ‘throbs’ from the tissue that it irrigates. “N-no! They must be doing it … Why am I seeing this?!” The infant dragon, whose sexual knowledge is limited due to his young age, sees his pacific mind rebelling against his mild nature, as, dangerously, the overwhelming flow of negative thoughts seems to dazzle the light from his eyes in the middle of the air, stealing the calmness that has to prevail during a flight. “Please… stop!” A loud roar, accompanied by a fleeting but dense reddish flame, is fluidly released from his throat, which originates in the depths of his disturbed body. The youngster’s sight, temporarily disabled due to a sudden blindness that was mainly caused by the mental meltdown, would be enough for an unlucky dragon to get involved in a serious accident; sadly, Spike is not an exception in this situation. The small purple dragon collides chest against a high natural structure made of reddish rocks that had its peak severely damaged by the impact of the resistant scales of the reptile against its northern side, whose boulders are primarily made of red dirt. The high-pitched voice of the infantile dragon deepens as he rapidly falls, barely conscious, from the encounter of his resistant, yet delicate due to his young age, body with the boulder that was maliciously waiting, anxiously seeking a victim that would find its fate on its voluminous size. Suddenly, there's only an empty space, washed in black, retaining any kind of luminescence that would try to penetrate the diagonal pupils of the reptile. “Am I dead?” Spike’s inquiry remains unanswered. His ‘self-applied’ questionnaire slowly gains dramatic weight as the seconds pass. The senses of the infant are hypnotically numb as his nerves, usually extremely sensitive, are unable to taste a single itch across the joints of his limbs; not even a single breeze can be sensed touching the small scutes that envelop Spike's epidermis, which is clearly unusual. The silence remains untouched, exposing its hegemony in the darkened chamber that seems to have abducted the harmed and young male. “I will take it as ‘yes,’” Spike's voice adopts a ghostly nature as pessimism embraces his body with a blanket embedded by despair. The eyes of the dragon, unable to perceive a single sparkle amongst the dominant obscurity, are vigorously hidden by his eyelids. The tide, however, seems to turn as the first hint of brightness is seen to incommode the shut eyelids of Spike, whose limbs were once bathed by the invisible ether that spread along the uncanny privation of light, becoming visually more apparent while the provider of the brightness is seen to approach the harmed being. “W-what, what is that?” The dolorous transmission that was dominating the synapses of the barely awakened brain of the youngster is subtly changed to confusion and fear as his eyelids retreat their extension, allowing the delicate surface of his eyes to observe a bright figure, overlayed by golden-hued curtains of torrid energy that provide enough luminescence to fill the precinct with colors. The figure, which earns the resemblance to a heavenly creature, spreads the long and irregular molds of a structure that bears resemblance to enormous wings that have their roots planted at the superior patch of its back. “D-don't h-hu…rt me… please…” Despite its stunning nature, the bright hue of the emeralds that proudly possessed the irises of Spike's eyes has lost their vividness. The being, which is seemingly made of pure enchantment energy, washes the ambient, including the motionless body of Spike, with its presence. However, there's no physical reaction from the lying scaled creature, despite his vocal gestures. Suddenly, the battered dragon watches how the light-provider creature leans against his emotionless countenance. A muffled noise, accompanied by the contact of Spike's pointy canine fangs with the creature’s lips, is indicative of the beginning of a quiet, non-extravagant kiss, carrying the smoothness of a light encounter between two lips that dance synchronously. The eyes of the younger male retract their lids abruptly as his pupils dilate in a wider circle; the young dragon feels the life overflowing through his vessels along his body once again. Light is perseveringly washing his eyes with color once again, hence why the youngest’s heart bounces strongly in response to the surprising scene that's slowly unrolling as he observes how Fluttershy’s incomparable beauty eclipses the blue sky above. Spike observes the she-male pony maintaining her eyes delicately closed as the tip of her snout barely pressed against the superior patch of his reptile nose; Spike can sense the taste of the vivid tongue of the pegasus invading his palate as it dances, physically attached, enrolled, to his own fleshy oral muscular organ. “So… from this slumber you shall wake… “ The lips of the she-male move away from the young male's as her words, referencing a remarkable ‘quote’ from a classical fairy-tale story, are embedded in lust and love as a strand of saliva stretches widely, serving as a watery bridge between each other's tongues, which were once sharing the same space. The eyes of the reptile are unable to point their pupils away from their true lover; in response, Fluttershy's eyes seem to be under the same curse. Spike, with the assistance of the young winged ‘mare,’ manages to use the minimum strength that's left in his worn-out pair of legs to stand up for a limited couple of seconds; however, the joints of his knees, reduced to a pile of injured bones whose wounds were mainly provided by the collision against the rocky structure, oblige the reptile to sit over his pubis. Fluttershy, who served as an assistant for the dragon to sit down, accompanies her beloved partner, sitting down right next to him. “So…” The unconfident tone, which is clearly perceptive in Spike's voice, sets an awkward atmosphere to hover over the two characters. The scaly hands of the purple being seem to not fit into the scene since both of them move erratically, transpiring how nervous he is. “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be… with that zebra?” Spike’s question is laden with tension. “Or… did it happen already?” Fluttershy’s reaction to Spike's question could be labeled as ‘eccentric’ as the pony graciously stands on her four paws, turning her back towards the younger male and presenting her private parts to his curious eyes, which quickly becomes lucky, gifted by the marvelous sight of Fluttershy's attractive buttocks. “What do you think?” The pegasus giggles as she maintains her hind legs widely apart from each other, which releases her chubby scrotum to spread its voluminous circumference along the delicate trace of her legs. The prominent and meaty nature of the she-male anus is visibly, still, untouched, despite its protuberant surface. Spike, whose respectfulness has prevailed as its most famous trait, inadvertently allows his index finger, from his left hand, to approach and, firstly, touch the wrinkled flesh that envelops the external side of the she-male's anus. The lukewarm temperature that emanates from the pony's flesh, combined with the lack of fluids, which would be inherently released as the culmination of a sexual meeting, is indicative; however, Spike needs one last proof. “A-Ah!” Exclaims Fluttershy, in response to the form of how Spike aligns his index and middle finger, physically attached to each other, towards her twinkling anus. The ass of the mare receives the superior extension of the reptile’s fingers 'rudely’, as it attempts to expel the intrusive duo from its tight path; however, its plans are ruined as the young dragon battles the truculence applied by the natural tightness within that tameless rectum, forcing the phalanx of his fingers and cheering as their full extension slides through the she-male's sphincter. “Y-you are still a virgin!” Spike’s lips cannot disguise the happiness behind the content smile that has stolen the blank expression that was laid over his face not long ago. The dragon delights with the ruddy flesh that is usually hidden behind the tanned-cream skin of the pegasus’ anus, composing its sensitive innards. Fluttershy’s lower lip is rapidly ‘snatched’ by her upper lip as a form of response as she feels the reptile's fingers ‘marinating’ inside her sensitive rectum, which throbs its deformed flesh in the same rhythm as its protuberant blood vessels, which emerge from its irregular path. “A-Ah…” The pony, gagging before being able to proclaim any kind of word, feels her firm protective penile sheath, located at the bottom patch of her equine waist, progressively losing length and weight as the seconds pass. “W-well, not anymore since…. Your finger has stolen it from me…” Adverts Fluttershy, as she gives two steps forward, which obliges Spike’s fingers to be unwillingly pulled out from her innards. A succulent din is emitted as the reptile's fingers exit the rectum of the pony, leaving behind nothing but a minor gap at the pegasus’ swollen asshole. The emerald-hued eyes of the purple dragon scan the full extension of the equine’s cream-colored buttocks; his acute sight, which is inherent for reptiles due to their predatory roots, is able to observe every single muscular contraction performed, consciously or not, by Fluttershy. “Go ahead….” Fluttershy's words reach Spike's ears; they penetrate his eardrums and head towards his nervous system, ready to be processed by his fructiferous brain. However, as the she-male’s words find the right path and access the cognitive realm of male, the sentence, depicted in the form of an order, gains the shape of ambiguity, which forces the dragon to seek a resolution. “W-what do you mean?” Spike asks, maintaining his eyes on the attractive circumference of Fluttershy's butt cheeks, also blessed by the wealthy pink-colored tail that sways horizontally along with the voluminous buttocks of the winged pony. “You know exactly what I mean, Spike….” The pony, carrying a satisfied smile across her face, reminds the brief dialogue that she had with the zebra, to whom belonged the title of representative of the non-magical community called ‘Animalia,’ supposedly to be in charge of taking the last virgin in ‘Equestria’ as a gift; however, his posture is unveiled to be comprehensive after observing the unfolding events related to Fluttershy and Spike. “So, you love him?” Asks the male zebra, sitting next to Fluttershy as both equines observe the outlying view of the sun progressively being moved away from its throne at the middle of the sky and finding a new position closer to the horizon. “I guess…” The response from the she-male is timid, carrying traces of ambiguity; however, as the larger zebra turns his eyes towards the younger magical creature, it's easy to notice the reddish patch that crosses the superior extension of Fluttershy's snout. “... Yeah, I do.” A brief silence is quickly broken by the ‘striped horse’ as he rapidly stands on his four paws, observing a solitary tear that quietly travels through the perimeter of the pink-maned pegasus' face. “Then… What are you waiting for? Go get him!” Exclaimed the zebra. “I know your name is Fluttershy, but I don't think you can use that excuse to not pursue your love.” “But what about the treaty? I am meant to be deflowered by you….” The young pegasus closes her eyes as her lashes kindly wave as the warm breeze that whispers from the west blasts against her face. The knowledge that she must comply with her duty is too remarkable for it to be ignored; she feels obliged to execute her obligations towards Equestria and Animalia, ignoring the incandescent presentiment that she might regret her words. No word is pronounced by the zebra. The delicate eardrums of the pegasus await anxiously for the deep-toned voice of the male to provide either a positive or negative answer; however, due to the lack of response, Fluttershy opens her eyes, only to find out that her brief companion, the one who was supposed to steal her virginity, is gone, without fulfilling his task. The warm, yet aqueous contact of Spike’s tongue as it expands towards the ‘ponut' of the she-male, only stopping when it is about to ‘break the seal’ that hides the fleshy secrecy that lies within Fluttershy's straight rectum. The first hint of sexual excitement seems to reach the pegasus as the intimate ‘enclosure’ that rests quietly between the she-male's majestic hind legs seems to become tightened up by a cylindrical body that glissades towards the edge of the penile sheath. The first gasp provided by a sexual activity slips through Fluttershy’s lips as she feels the fleshy muscular organ of the overexcited dragon stirring her protuberant ring, which eventually winks, dragging a minor parcel of the saliva of the male as a result. Spike, however, didn't dare to introduce his tongue to Fluttershy's innards. “Hrmph! Why are you taking so long? Shove it inside my ass!” ordains Fluttershy, whose perineum is getting bathed by the spare oral fluid that emanates from the shrunken ‘lips’ of the mythological reptile, which playfully ‘pops’ the anus of the pegasus, obliging its sphincter to open up for a brief period. The command given by Fluttershy is rapidly obeyed by the smaller male. Spike's tongue, which is the owner of a remarkable appearance due to its reptilian origins, digs the path within the fleshy ‘pipe’ of the equine, whose moans are turning to be more vocal. The tongue of the youngest is revealed to be large, in both terms of size and length, to Fluttershy’s surprise; a bigger surprise, however, is the intense urge to push the intrusive oral structure out of her submissive rectum, which is extremely contradictory since she is absolutely convinced she desires more; she wants that lengthy tongue to study what hides at the later stage of her intestine. Spike, completely lost by the overstimulated senses caused by the unfolding sexual events, delights in the unmatchable taste that seasons the wrinkled surface of the rectum of the winged pony, which gets stretched as it gets “swept” by the purple hue of the oral organ. Outside the anus, the image of Fluttershy's ‘plumpy’ anus getting profoundly penetrated by Spike's tongue is immediately eclipsed by the mouth of the dragon; extremely wide open a few seconds ago, the young reptile retracts his lips around the circumference of the pegasus' asshole. As the vacuum is set upon the rectal entrance of the she-male, Spike introduces his snout deeply between Fluttershy’s cream-colored butt cheeks, enjoying how its laterals brush against his facial cheeks, despite his hands stretching the pegasus' protuberant buttocks as a form to turn his task less difficult. The ‘slimy’ structure that fulfills the emptiness within the tight walls of flesh of the she-male also provides a bittersweet type of pleasure that spreads through the multicellular body of the equine; the flare of the equine penis of Fluttershy is currently visible as it ‘disrupts’ the ‘seal’ that was enveloping it, while the joyful sentiment caused by the friction between Spike's tongue and the ridged surface that composes Fluttershy’s rectum gets dominant; the singular sensation, which holds a certain resemblance to an itchy spot that just found its cure by incisive scratch, is enough for the first few leaks of genetic fluids to leak from the small urethral orifice. “Ghrg … Ah! Fucking rape me!” The smoothness of the words proclaimed by Fluttershy's lips clearly contrasts with the destructive nature that lies behind them. The loud and consistent noise that comes out as the product of the intense encounter of Spike's tongue and Fluttershy's anal orifice becomes progressively louder as the latter seems to be soaked by a lukewarm load of saliva that leaks and slides down the whole circumference of her scrotum, which keeps ‘watching’ the naive dragon ‘rimming’ the cavity above its perineum. The acme of the oral intercourse, however, is never reached. Sooner than expected, Fluttershy feels the young dragon vigorously dragging his tongue towards the exit of her currently wide gap at the middle of her protuberant ponut. Once freed from the tight path it was being forced into, Spike's tongue quickly retreats and finds its ‘bed’ inside the little dragon's mouth. Fluttershy spreads her hind legs wide, enough for her base to be less concrete and lose balance; in less than a second, the cream-colored pegasus finds herself laid with her frontal and hind legs spread as her belly rests against the ground beneath. “Oops….” The delicate face of the pegasus is partially eclipsed by her pink-colored mane that spreads its thick strands upon her eyes as the result of the accidental fall. “I think I got carried awa-” The pony, who was about to give an excuse as a form to explain her minor accident, never succeeded in proclaiming any further word. “Sorry, but I can't wait any longer….” Warns Spike as he crawls over Fluttershy's back as he aligns his erect penis, which has an exotic appearance as its colors range from a vivid hue of purple at its base to an average hue of red; at its bottom, there are three crests made by rigid flesh that seem to become sharper as the penis becomes more erect. The tip of the exotic genital mast of Spike is aligned with Fluttershy's anus, which is still covered by a glistening mark of saliva that gets spread to 'outer’ patches of the she-male's protuberant equine anus as Spike's tip starts to make physical contact with the innards of the pegasus' orifice. “It's alright… I am ready….”