Fruit Of His Loins (Patreon)

Spike had waken up to hear loud growls and grunts from outside of the home that was provided to him, and had initially assumed that it was just the zebras making a ruckus while waiting for him to wake up or having fun with their wives. But these noises sounded more guttural, more brutish, than what he was used to hearing. Curiosity compelled him to rise from his bed and investigate, pulling aside the curtain covering the entrance to his home.

What he saw both shocked and confused him, for what stood before him was this towering behemoth, covered in purple fur with black stripes and and underbelly similar in color to his that stopped halfway down his abs, as well as massive meat log that throbbed between his digitigrade hooved legs, and balls that must've been bigger than his entire ass. The creature surely was about as big as the zebras that bred him, maybe slightly taller. He quickly pieced two and two together that his must be the result of all those sessions, his son, fully matured. For a brief moment, jealousy overcame him. He had expected to have that build himself, but was not meant to be.

He crouched down and glared at him, giving a loud huff that almost sounded like a horse snorting, before giving his cheek a rough and forceful lick with his long draconic tongue. One word was uttered in a deep bassy tone that Spike swore he felt vibrated throughout the entire room, "...Mother..."

"Sweet....Celestia..." before Spike could even think of saying another word, his head was grabbed by his son's massive clawed hands and was dragged further into the room, the other hand tearing parts of the curtains off of his home entrance as he went, seemingly unintentional but without concern for it. It didn't take long for the lumbering beast to begin indulging whatever desire popped into his head, and the second that massively flared tip shoved his way into his somewhat permanently gaped hole, it sent a shock through his entire body. One would think he'd be used to it by now but he seemed different, maybe it was the force of his thrusts. He drove every single inch save for the head like a piston into him with reckless abandon, something the zebras weren't able to do due to their leg length, and cock size, but most leg length.

Amidst the rigorous fucking that was being dealt to him, he was able to get a glance at the entrance of his home and saw silhouettes standing there, watching them, hungry, in a different way. He recognized patterns, and based off what he saw with his current partner, it hit him, sons. There are more. So many more. And it appears they intend to get their chance to 'bond'.

I got bored and wanted to do some sort of hybrid design between Spike and the zebras. Kind of on a kick with this whole series if you couldn't tellX3