The address Spike had lead him to an underground parking lot. It had multiple levels, but there were no cars in any of them. He had expected to find some form of security, and was ready to fight if that was the case, but the place seemed deserted.

He got into an elevator which had just two buttons. He pressed the one that he believed would lead him upwards. The elevator moved silently and Spike got the gun ready.

The elevator doors opened to a huge apartment. He had expected to find Sombra and Rarity…perhaps he was expecting to fall into a trap set by them or their people. But he was not expecting what he saw.

The whole place was abandoned. By the look of everything, no one had put a foot inside for more than a month. The place had an air of rusty opulence, ruined by many of the finer elements that were damaged. Windows were broken, sculptures and decoration had thick layers of dust, leaves and other kind of trash accumulated on the floor.

He walked across the corridors, looking for something, anything. But the appearance of the penthouse was not a deception, the place had nothing and no one was there. He wondered if the whole purpose of finding the card on his apartment was for him to do this useless visit. Or perhaps the card was just an innocent mistake by someone and this place had no real significance, at least not then. Whatever the case, he still decided to look in every room, after all, he was already there.

He reached what he believed was the main room. The room seemed cleaner than the rest, the enormous bed sporting clean sheets. What caught his attention though was not the tidiness of the room, but a table set in the middle, with what seemed like a full collection of some sort of toys.

At closer inspection, Spike noticed that most of the toys were miniature horses, not unlike the ones little girls love to play so much with. They were positioned around some model of what seemed to be a castle. The castle itself was impressive, with a lot of detail and a shiny surface. Depending on the light and the position it was seen, the whole castle could seem dark and opaque or white and clear.

At the top of the castle was a white pony. It had a gleaming white coat, a horn of the same color on the head and purple curls for hair. The eyelashes, and the overall design made Spike believe that the toy depicted a female. Spike was not a pony lover or anything, but he had to admit that the horse looked beautiful, in some bizarre way. The perfect hair and the immaculate white color gave her a truly regal appearance.

The other ponies in the table had the same shiny, gradient appearances as the castle. All of them were fixed in a certain pose, bowing in direction to the castle. Among them though was a figure that clearly was not a pony. Spike took it into his hands and examined it carefully.

The figure almost made his heart stop. He was not surprised by the appearance, as it was some kind of green and purple baby dragon. Neither was he surprised with the fact that the colors and everything on it looked familiar and way too much like him to be a coincidence.

No, what scared the shit out of Spike was seeing the little green hair stuck in glue on the doll body, along with a miniature paper that read a single word: ‘weak’. He remembered Sombra’s words, about how Spike was being affected by some extraordinary magic to make him inoffensive. As if he was being touched by a powerful lighting strike, Spike was sure, horribly sure that this thing was the real deal. The perverse man that have stolen his wife had used this toy to manipulate him, who knows for how long.

Spike was terrified. He couldn’t decide what to do. He didn’t knew anything about this kind of things, and was afraid that doing something to the doll could hurt him on some way. He considered taking the doll, and preserving it safe at home. But the sheer terror that the object caused to him also made that perspective less than preferable. Spike trembled, unable to act.

And suddenly, something inside of him exploded. He was not going to protect a creepy doll that marked him as a weak being. He was not going to be a toy on the hands of anyone. He was not going to leave some force outside of him dictate his destiny. In a single move he pulled the little green hair and the message glued to the doll.

Immediately a strange sense of relief came over to Spike. It was as if suddenly his whole world had became lighter and brighter. A big weight in his heart and his body was lifted. In that moment the previous fear that he had about dealing with the magical doll seemed ridiculous and completely unnecessary. The sensation of change and relief was so drastic that he couldn’t even remember when the last time he felt so liberated. Perhaps it had been years.

Suddenly, his mind went to Rarity. But when her image appeared on his head, it was not with the same feeling of longing, love and devotion mixed with rage. No, Spike felt indifference towards the woman, perhaps even pity, when he remembered how she acted last time he saw her. She was not worthy of anything else from him.

He took the white unicorn that was at the top of the crystal castle. He had a very clear idea of which person she represented. Looking at it from all sides, he saw no hairs or messages glued to it, but again, he already was expecting he wouldn’t find any. The only strange thing about the white pony at closer inspection was that her eyes had a curious design, the irises were red, and the rest was green. Spike could also swear there was some purple glow emanating from them, though he could have imagined it. The white unicorn suddenly was not as pretty as he initially thought, her eyes seemed sad and melancholic.

Leaving the white pony where it was, Spike looked for another toy. Something inside him was telling him to look for another pony, a dark grey imposing figure, clothed with a royal cape and a crown.

But there was none.

He looked among the crystal ponies, but all of them were the same design, bowing towards the white unicorn, there was no sign of any other toy receiving the same honors. He inspected the table, looking for something, and he finally found another pony inside the castle, hidden from plain sight.

The toy was not the royal figure he subconsciously was expecting. No, it was a dull black colored horse, with simple green eyes, hornless and with a stupid, dull expression on the face. For some reason, Spike felt disappointed. Examining the horse, he found what he was looking for, a single dark hair glued to the pony alongside a message that read ‘Power’.

Spike fought the desire to laugh out loudly. This was it? This was the absolute, dimensional altering power that the bastard was so proud about? A voodoo set of children toys. Of course, Spike by now admitted that it worked, and it indeed contained a power that could only be considered magic. But still, for all of Sombra’s blabber about his absolute knowledge and the powers of the unicorn king, Spike was disappointed. Now that he was outside of the spell of weakness, Spike could see that the whole thing was rather childish and bland. Sombra forced power into himself, and he forced weakness unto Spike. The setup was not one of a masterful world altering mind, but from a man that was just given a powerful and dangerous gift and used it in the first way that occurred to him.

Spike was reaching for the hair glued to the male horse, when instead his hand moved up to the doll’s head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor. Without a second glance he left that eerie penthouse.

Sweetie Belle answered a knock on her door. She was thinking that perhaps Scootaloo had lost her keys again or some salesman was doing the rounds. But definitely was not expecting to see Spike when she looked outside.

“Hi, Sweetie Belle. Can I come in?” his voice was tentative and low, perhaps fully conscious that the girl could be scared. After what happened between them on his apartment, they had talked over the phone and in a couple of public spaces, but this was the first time they would be together and alone since then.

Sweetie Belle was nervous, but did her best to hide it from her voice “Uhmm, sure Spike, come in, Scotaloo and Apple Bloom are out though.” She opened the door and allowed her guest to take a place on the living room.

“No problem, I came to talk with you.” Sweetie Belle noticed that Spike looked different, more confident and relaxed that she had seen it for a very long time.

Sweetie Belle required a couple of seconds to process what he had said, she was too concentrated on studying what she felt was a big difference in Spike right now “Oh…alright. How can I help you?”

She was afraid he was going to touch the topic about what happened the last time they were together. Sweetie Belle had tried to extend her unconditional friendship to Spike after the cruel breakup with Rarity, and knew that Spike had acted that day without really meaning it, in an explosion of rage. And yet, if she was honest with herself, the true reason why she was so afraid of discussing the shaming episode was because she enjoyed every second it. She was afraid that Spike could think of her as a deviant and a pervert if he knew.

“Sweetie Belle, what do you think about Destiny?” Spike nonchalaty asked the young girl.

The topic was certainly not the one she was so afraid, and Sweetie Belle felt she could relax a little. “Destiny…well to tell you truth, I don’t believe I’m the best person to answer that question.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Spike asked again, this time with a smile.

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Well, perhaps you never noticed. But until a few years ago, I was obsessed with the whole destiny issue. Ever since I was little, what I wished above all things was to know exactly what my purpose in life was. To know If I would be a teacher, or an astronaut, or a scientist. I thought that once I knew exactly what I was supposed to do, all my worries and problems in life would be solved forever.” Sweetie Belle was looking to the roof, remembering all the time she and her friends did crazy things when they were kids.

A smile on her lips, Sweetie Belle continued her story “But as I matured, I finally understood how silly that notion was. I was trying to chain myself to some role just for the sake of it. I noticed the search was far more amazing and fun than the end. I want to be able to be anything I wish, to try everything, and to change plans midway if I want to. In short, the concept of destiny and I parted ways some time ago…and if I should say so, good riddance.”

Spike seemed genuinely fascinated by her story. “What about hypothetical past lives, what do you think you did in your past or alternate existences?”

Sweetie Bell was now ecstastic, perhaps it was the first time she talked about this things with anyone “Well you see, that is the best part. Maybe in my previous lives I was a baker, a singer, a nurse, a musician, a teacher, or a…housewife” she blushed slightly with her last few words. “In short, I can’t imagine myself following a set destiny. Don’t you think it would be boring and dull that every time you had the joy of living you always did the same things, over and over again?”

“I do, Sweetie Belle. In fact, until recently, I felt I was chained to destiny. A destiny that scripted me to be a weak pathetic loser. A destiny that forced me to forever love a woman that would never love me back. But you know what, fuck destiny!” and having said that, he pulled a red object from one of the pockets in his jeans and put it firmly into her hands.

Sweetie Belle released a gasp. What she was holding on her hands was a small but perfectly heart-shaped gem. For the vibrant red color she supposed it was a ruby.

“It is a fire ruby, a very special and rare kind of jewel.” Spike said proudly. “I was holding onto it for a special occasion. Now I know it, I want to give it to you, Sweetie Belle. You deserve it, more than anyone.”

Sweetie Belle was blushing when she fell on Spike arms, tears of joy surrounding her face. The cute and innocent girl was so happy, that she was barely conscious of the moment when Spike took her face with a soft hand and led her lips towards his face.

It was what some call a freak accident. The man called Sombra screamed when the pain invaded him, but there was nothing that could be done about him, his head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing by the moment his slaves reached him.

There was no investigation or police involvement. Sombra was unceremoniously buried in a place without any mark. The woman with whom he had fucked for the past 8 months inherited the whole lot of his wealth and properties. Neither she, nor his apparently devoted slaves did any attempt to disguise their indifference towards the tragedy.

"I can't believe you're in my bed." Sweetie Belle had already stripped off her shorts and shoes and now knelt on the mattress wearing a thin cotton tank and a modest pair of panties. She'd opened the drapes just enough to let a sliver of natural light into the room.

"Neither can I, but I'm quickly getting used to the idea." Spike lay sprawled beside her fully clothed, his hands clasped behind his head as he regarded her with amusement.

Seeing him lying there against her buttercup yellow sheets had to be the most enticing thing she'd ever seen. "When it comes to this kind of thing I don't really know what I'm doing." She said, climbing over him and straddling his body. "I've even watched porn for tips, you know."

He smiled. "I hope it was not when you was searching for a destiny."

“Of course not, you silly.” Her heart thudded and something sweet unfurled inside her. She stopped working on his buttons and drew in a long breath, letting it out slowly in an effort to calm the emotion that had crept up on her.

Spike curved his hand around the back of her neck and urged her closer. "Tell me what's wrong."

She traced his eyebrow and kissed his cheek. "If I'd been doing this with anyone else right now I think I'd be scared," she said, "but it's you. I've wanted you from the moment we met and...well..." She looked into his eyes and moistened her lower lip. "It's you."

"Swetie Bell." He clamped her to him with one hand at her hip and the other tangled in her hair. His mouth met hers and the intensity of his kiss left her breathless. He broke away and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. "With the age difference between us and Rarity there I didn’t ever gave you a chance did I. I’m so sorry."

"It doesn't matter," she said. "I'm just happy you see me that way now."

He held her close and gave her a deep, searching kiss that made her skin flush with heat and her body pulse with pleasure. The more he touched her, the more difficulty she had controlling herself. She rocked her hips, slowly, rubbing herself against him, feeling his rigid length through her panties. His hands moved to cradle her ass, his palms warming her skin. Sweetie Belle gazed at him while his hands guided her movements.

"You're so hard," she whispered. "I can feel you right...there."

He groaned and kissed her. "Tell me where."

Their mouths were so close their breaths intermingled. "Mmm...my pussy. I feel you against my pussy," she said. Sweetie Belle moved her hips a little faster, pressed a little harder. She couldn't get close enough to him.

"God, you're sweet." Spike's lips met hers again and their tongues delved and explored. His fingers dug into her buttocks, kneading her flesh. "Take off your top," he said. "Let me see you."

She kissed him a while longer, grinding her pussy along his hardened length. Sweetie Belle flicked her tongue over his lower lip and leaned back, crossing her arms over her torso. She gripped the hem of her top and need surged inside her as she peeled it from her body.

Her long hair draped over one shoulder and the warm air caressed her bare breasts. She tossed her top aside, seconds ticking by as she watched him watching her.

"Come closer," he said. Sweetie Belle leaned forward and glanced down as his mouth closed in on her. His tongue flicked out and swiped the tip of her nipple. Before she could recover from the initial contact he drew the tingling nub into his mouth and gave it a firm suck.

"Oh." Her back arched and pleasure rushed through her. Spike held her in place with one hand on her buttock, the other sliding over her ribcage to cover her breast. He alternated between suckling and licking, bringing her nipple to a taut, aching peak. His attention shifted to her other breast. Sweetie Belle sank her hands into his hair and sighed. With his mouth caressing her nipple and his hard cock beneath her, he'd pushed her to the point she wanted to explode.

Spike tugged the front of her panties down and slipped his hand inside. He brushed his fingertips over her pussy, dipping into her warmth. He caressed her swollen clit, massaging her sensitive bud in slow circles. She let out a breathless moan as his mouth tilted to meet hers, his lips warm and damp from the attention he'd given her breast. She kissed him and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, pulling the last one free so she could tug the two sides apart.

Spike groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, slowly pushing two fingers inside her at the same time. She gave an inward sigh of relief and sank down to meet the deliberate glide of his fingers.

Sweetie Belle leaned closer, her breasts brushing his bare chest while he teased and aroused her. Her hips moved in time with his hand. His pace increased. He seemed to know exactly what she needed before she did.

She broke their kiss and rested her forehead against his, drawing in quick breaths. "You're going to..." Overcome with sensations, she could barely think let alone form words. "You're going to make me-"

"Show me, sweetness." Spike slid his fingers steadily in and out of her warmth, rubbing her clit with the heel of his palm.

She couldn't hold back any longer. Her eyes squeezed shut and a strangled moan tore from her. Her hips jerked against him, her belly tightened. She clenched her thighs, fisting her hands in his hair. Sweetie Belle rode his fingers and pressed her mouth to his. Their tongues tangled and she let out one long, throaty cry as her orgasm took hold. Her body shuddered against him and her world spun. She had to hold onto him to steady herself.

Her breath left her in a whimper and their kiss gentled. Spike massaged her pussy with slow, languid strokes until she stopped trembling. He finally broke the connection, pulling his hand from between them. He dragged her against him and wrapped his arms around her. "Fuck," he whispered. His breathing sounded almost as shallow as hers.

"Is that good or bad?" Sweetie Belle laid her hand on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart while she waited for her own pulse to settle.

Spike smiled at her. "I almost came in my pants."

She laughed and felt his arms tighten around her. She nuzzled his throat, pressing her lips to his warm skin. His erection nestled between her splayed legs and she wriggled against it, still wanting more. She doubted she'd ever be able to get enough of him. "The way you touched me," Sweetie Belle said. "The way you moved your fingers inside me with your cock all hard underneath me...it made me want you so much."

Spike tilted her chin and kissed her. "It made me want you, too," he said.

She lifted herself off him until there was enough space to slide her hand down his body and give his cock a firm rub. "I can tell," she said. Sweetie Belle caressed the bulge in his jeans and the surrender in his expression made her want him all the more. "I want to touch every part of you with my hands and my mouth." She said, gently kissing his lips.

He groaned and shifted under her. "You can't say things like that and expect to keep your panties on."

The huskiness in his voice had her stomach filling with butterflies. Sweetie Belle sat back and raised her eyebrows. "My panties come off as soon as you lose your shirt," she said, "and your jeans."

He pushed himself up to a sitting position and flicked his tongue over her nipple. "Fine by me."

She didn't know whether to feel intimidated or happy by his proposal. She always seemed to feel a combination of both in his presence. Sweetie Belle used her hands to shield her breasts and waited him out.

Spike's eyes glimmered with affection. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He slid his shirt from his shoulders, giving her an unobstructed view of the broad chest and lean muscles that had starred in many of her fantasies.

Her gaze roamed over him and she swallowed. "I'm not sure about anything around you. But I do desire to be yours."

He gave her a quick kiss, then tossed his shirt aside and lay back to work on his zipper. Sweetie Belle shuffled backwards on the bed. He lifted his hips to push at his jeans and she helped pull them off from her end. The more she tugged, the more she revealed of his navy blue boxer briefs and the erection hidden inside them.

She wanted so much to touch him, to press her lips to his hard flesh. She had to let out a long breath to regain control. Sweetie Belle flung his jeans off the mattress and rose to her knees, slipping her thumbs into the sides of her panties.

"Stand up while you take them off," he said. Spike gave her a leisurely once over and his expression filled with warmth. "Make it nice and slow."

Her heart thumped hard and she gasped. Desire rushed through her, making her pulse skip and her skin flush. She somehow knew having him inside her would be the only way to satisfy the ache. Sweetie Belle rose from the bed and stood over him, one foot planted on the outside of his thigh and the other between his legs.

She held her breath and slipped her panties past her hips, pushing further until they dropped of their own accord. Sweetie Belle felt his eyes on her as she stepped from her underwear and kicked it aside. Her legs were slightly parted, her body completely on display. She couldn't hide from him. Despite the tremor running through her, she didn't want to hide. "You're turn now," she said.

"In a minute." He stroked her leg and watched her for a while. The tension in the room built to an unbearable level and her breaths left her in shallow little puffs. She'd never felt so charged with energy before, so filled with emotion.

"You're beautiful," he said. The look in his eyes made her feel like sinking to her knees and throwing her arms around him. Spike pulled himself up to sit before her, bringing his mouth in line with her pussy. He kissed her there, a prolonged touch of warm lips to smooth skin that made her sigh deep in her throat.

Sweetie Belle parted her legs further and threaded her fingers in his tousled hair. He curled his hands around the backs of her thighs and drew her closer. His tongue made one long lick through her slick heat and a moan left her as she gazed down at him. His eyes closed and his mouth and tongue moved over her damp lips, pushing her arousal to its peak. It wouldn't take much to send her flying again. "Spike, that...ahhh...that feels amazing."

He hummed his agreement against her pussy, flicking his tongue firmly over her clit. She almost doubled over at the pleasure and he gripped her thighs to steady her. Still sensitive from his earlier attention, it wasn't long before he had her clinging to him all over again.

One of his hands left her thigh to slip between her legs and stroke her there. Rather than dipping his fingers inside her as he had before, he teased her with feather-like touches that made her mouth drop open and her hips undulate.

The release came gently this time. Pulses of desire rippled through her. Sweetie Belle tightened her fingers in his hair and pressed her pussy against his mouth. Her orgasm moved through her at a languorous pace, swirling in her belly, jolting her limbs. Her head tipped back and she let out a drawn out "Ohh" as her body trembled above him.

It took her a few moments to come back down and when she did, Sweetie Belle realized the only sound in the room was the soft sobbing coming from her. Spike pulled her onto his lap and his arms went around her. He hugged her to him and buried his face in her hair.

Sweetie Belle needed time to recover and curled against him while her breathing slowed. When she finally got her all her senses back, she pressed her lips to his throat. "You keep taking care of me but you're not letting me do anything for you," she said.

"You think this isn't doing anything for me?" He took her hand and guided it toward his erection.

She rubbed him slowly, trailing her fingertips over his hard length, curving her hand underneath to cup him. He let out a quiet groan and smoothed his palm up and down her spine. She stroked him, revelling in the sound of his deepening breaths, the feel of his taut thigh beneath her. "I want to do more for you," she said.

Sweetie Belle turned in his arms and kissed him, tasting her own muskiness on his lips. It reminded her of the intimate touch of his mouth between her thighs and further heightened her excitement. Her tongue slid against his and she flattened her palm on his chest, giving him a gentle push until he fell backward on the bed.

Sweetie Belle tumbled against his chest and straddled him, kissing him hard. The time for teasing and gentleness had passed. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her. Spike groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, reaching between them to pull down his boxer briefs. He raised his hips and shoved his underwear out of the way, the movement pressing him against her pussy. Sweetie Belle felt him without any barriers for the first time and her desire for him surged. "I want you so much," she said.

"Are you..." He kissed her and stroked her temple. "Do we need a condom?"

"No! I…I’m on my safe days." She reached between them and touched his cock, trailing her fingers over him. His skin was so silky smooth, his shaft so unbelievably hard. Her thumb swiped the moisture gathered on the head. The urge came over her to touch him with her mouth, experience the taste of him on the tip of her tongue. "I want to kiss you there," she said.

He rolled her onto her back and kicked his boxer briefs all the way off. "Next time," he said, holding her face while his lips moved over hers. "I won't last if you do that now."

Sweetie Belle parted her thighs and felt him settle further between them. His cock nudged the entrance to her body and his chest came to rest against her breasts. She curved her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him toward her. She kissed him deeply, her tongue venturing into his mouth as she shifted under him to get closer.

Spike began guiding his cock into her. She knew the waiting must be torture for him, but despite all his efforts to ready her for this moment, it still didn't go easily. Her body tightened and shut him out of its own accord.

"Try to relax, Sweetie." Spike kissed her throat, working his way up to her ear. He nibbled on her lobe, his husky voice reaching inside her. "I won't hurt you."

She drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Sweetie Belle reminded herself that she was with the man she loved and the moment she had dreamed for so long. Her nervousness would ruin it all if she didn't let it go. She slipped her arms around him and her thighs unclenched.

Spike swept her hair from her eyes and gave her a quick kiss. He watched her expression as he eased inside her. She bit her lower lip and raised her hips to meet the slow glide of his cock. The further he penetrated, the fuller she became, her body stretching to accommodate him. She didn't think she could take him all, but he kept pushing, kissing her and whispering soothing words, until finally he was inside her completely. The sigh that came from him sounded like one of relief when he finally ruptured her hymen.

She moistened her lips and met his gaze, absorbing the painful sensation and trying to overcome it. "All I can feel is you," she said. "We're a perfect fit."

"I know." He kissed her and withdrew partway before thrusting slowly back in.

Despite the lingering pain, Sweetie Belle arched her back and held onto him, pulling him closer. She wanted the weight of him pinning her down, wanted to feel every flex of his muscles. He nuzzled the space under her chin and plunged again. Her mouth opened and she let out a moan, still sensitive from the previous times he'd made her come.

Spike rested on his elbow, slipping his other hand beneath her. He lifted her hips, his gaze moving over her as he filled her with one controlled thrust after another. She'd finally got used to the sensation of having him inside her when he dipped his head and made a sound against her throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a roar. "You're so tight," he said. "I don't want to hurt you but I can barely hold back."

Each time he pushed inside her he moved with greater ease, and with each retreat Sweetie Belle felt surprisingly empty. "I don't want you to hold back," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not as fragile as you think. You won't break me."

The sound he made this time was all groan. His restraint snapped and his lips met hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just as his cock thrust into her body. Sweetie Belle wrapped her legs around him, linking her ankles together. She gripped the underside of his straining biceps, loving that he let her see this side of him. He'd always been so serious and formal. It made her stomach flutter to see him lose control.

He took over with his strength, overwhelming her with the heat in his kiss. He drove into her again and again, gaining momentum with each plunge. He pulled his mouth away to draw a deep breath. The force of his body made her close her eyes and tilt her head back in pleasure. The need for release built again despite having been there twice.

His pace increased and she jolted beneath him, gasping for breath. His chest rubbed her tingling nipples. He bent his head and moved his lips over her throat, leaving damp kisses on her skin. Sweetie Belle dug her fingertips into his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt his clenched stomach muscles against hers, his strong arms either side of her.

Her climax took her by surprise. Her thighs clamped around him and her body twisted. A husky cry tore from her and she thrummed with pleasure, quaking beneath him.

Spike swore and gathered her into his arms, pressing his cheek to hers. He slammed inside her over and over, breathing hard against her flushed skin. His intensity thrilled her, his thrusts bringing on little aftershocks that trickled through her. He held her so close she felt the rumble move through his chest. He jerked against her and the rumble exploded into a loud groan as he came.

His belly tightened and his body shuddered with the effort. He collapsed against her, his heart thumping and his laboured breaths filling her ear. Sweetie Belle unhooked her ankles from around him and let her legs relax. She ran her hands over his back and let the quiet settle between them, basking in his closeness and the warmth of his body.

"Is it always like that?" she asked, stroking his green hair.

He turned his head and kissed her, his lips soft and warm. "Only when it is with you."

Sweetie Belle smiled and moved beneath him to get more comfortable. He remained inside her and she wasn't in any hurry for him to go anywhere. "It wasn't...It wasn't what I expected."

He propped himself up on his elbows and a lazy smile hovered at his mouth as he looked her over. "Are you criticizing my performance?"

"No." She let out a soft giggle and then sobered when she thought back to everything he'd done for her. Her fingertip traced his collarbone, her eyes following the movement. "No, I'm just glad I waited and had my first time with you. You made it unforgettable."

Something in her expression must have given her away because he said, "I feel a 'but' coming on."

She couldn't look at him just yet. There were probably better times to have this conversation but if she put it off it would only make her more nervous. Her heart felt like it was pounding in her throat. "I feel something for you - more than something - and I don't want that to be my last time with you."

He placed his palms on either side of her face and kissed the tip of her nose. His mouth touched hers and his thumbs stroked her cheeks. "I don't either," he said.

She smiled and closed her eyes feeling a weight lift off her - figuratively. She could handle the literal one staying right where he was for as long as he wanted. "Don't feel too smug," she said. "It's only because you made me feel so good."

"Uh huh." His kiss was slow and deep, a leisurely meeting of lips, a soft flicker of tongue. "I suppose I’m that good because I have the soul of a powerful dragon inside of me."

“The soul of a dragon? Can’t say I disagree with that. And what kind of soul do I have?” Sweetie Belle seemed entertained with the idea.

“You…you are a pony. My little pony” he said, at the same time he caressed her head with lovingly care.

The rasp in his deep voice had her drawing a steadying breath. She always seemed to feel lightheaded around him. "I already know you on the inside," she said. Her eyes opened again and her hands skimmed down his spine, curving over the bare ass that was hard and muscled like the rest of him. "Now I want to get to know you better on the outside."

"That's fine with me. I suppose Apple Bloom and Scotaloo are going to be back soon," he said, referring to her housemates. "Come back to my place. Stay with me tonight."

Sweetie Belle lifted her arms above her head and stretched. Her breasts squashed against his chest, making heat flash in his eyes. "On one condition," she said, pleased with the reaction she'd stirred in him.

"And what's that?" He lowered his head to nibble her neck.

"You let me give you that kiss I wanted to give you earlier and…a couple of spanks wouldn’t hurt either" The groan that vibrated against her skin told her he appreciated her forwardness.

He reached up to cup her breasts and she felt him grow hard inside her all over again. The connection, the feeling of intimacy between them, warmed her from the inside out. Her hips moved slowly back and forth, a sensation of lightness spreading through her as she watched him.

She saw into his eyes, there was no longer pain and fear in them; he was no longer seeing her sister on his mind. She held onto his forearms, feeling as if she was about to take the ride of her life...in more ways than one.

“So that’s everything you have to report, Crystal?” Rarity’s voice was calm and collected.

The slave was bowing her head. “That’s right my Queen, everything went according to your expectations.”

“Just tell me…is my sister…happy?” Rarity looked the other way.

Crystal seemed to doubt a little, but then answered firmly. “I believe so, my Queen. She seems to enjoy her time with the dragon.”

“Good” A very subtle smile formed in Rarity lips. “I had my differences with Spike and my sister in the past…but I believe he is the man she deserves.”

The slave Crystal bowed he head. “Is there anything else you need, my Queen?”

“Nothing for now darling. Relax a little, and stop following my sister, I know everything I needed already.” Rarity put a hand over the bump on her abdomen. “I want to spend some quality time with my son, please, don’t let anyone enter my chambers for the next couple of hours. I want to read him a story. Perhaps something about ponies.”

“As you wish, my Queen.” Bowing her head, Crystal left without saying anything else.

This is but one of the legends of which the ponies speak…

Once upon a time, there was a land, not entirely unlike this one, called Equestria. In that land, a war was fought between two races, the Crystal Ponies and the Umbrum forces.

The Umbrum creatures feed on fear, and were strong enough to pose a threat to the whole land of Equestria. In their desperate hour, the Crystal Ponies devised a strategy to defeat and seal the Umbrum once and for all.

A weapon was created, a heart made of crystal, with the power to banish and seal the Umbrum. Using the power of such artifact, the Crystal Ponies won the conflict, and send the Umbrum forever to the depths of the Arctic North, never to be seen again. The Crystal Ponies with peace at last, formed a civilization over the body of their enemies, and enshrined the weapon in order to forever maintain its superiority over the Umbrum forces.

Or so, history goes.

King Sombra opened his eyes.

It felt good to have a whole body of flesh and blood again at his disposal. All the pawns have done exactly what they were supposed to do.

He smiled with his newly formed face, and he thought about the stupid and foolish human. The idiot who believed right to his pitifiul end, that he was the reincarnation of King Sombra.

In truth, the Crystal Ponies only thought that the Umbrum menace was defeated. The strongest among the Umbrum manifested in a crystal at the arctic north of Equestria, and then, corrupted the first pony they made contact with, which happened to be none other than the princess of the unicorn tribe, Platinum.

The princess never realized what had happened to her. But slowly and steadily, the Umbrum corrupted her heart from inside, preying on her vices and making her a sinister shadow of her generous self.

Soon, Platinum became the sole leader and queen of the Unicorn tribe, even though she was relegated to a secondary place when the sun and moon sisters became the rulers of the land. Platinum accepted her subservient role superficially, but deep down, she was raging with resentment and fear, feelings that were festered by the Umbrum on her heart.

King Sombra remembered when he presented himself to the human who shared his name. It was just matter of creating a stupid fake story and a false prophecy to convince the fool. The idiot believed every word, convinced of his own destiny ad greatness.

Gifted with only a small fragment of his magical power, the human went mad with rage and arrogance. The importance he gave to the dragon was the greatest proof of his inferiority. For the real King Sombra, the dragon was just a means to an end, he couldn’t care less about his fate, he was clearly an inferior who lacked any real importance. But the human gave far too much importance to the dragon, marking him as an equal.

Even without taking into account his weakness and stupidity, the death of the human was necessary. The universe only needed one King Sombra, and the man was a loose end that needed to be removed, even if he was a fake king.

Queen Platinum married and ruled his lands with prosperity and peace, for a time. Everypony loved and respected the couple. They couldn’t imagine what was coming.

The Umbrum inside Platinum heart saw his chance at last. In order to achieve revenge on the Crystal Ponies, and liberate their people, they would need to be able to send an agent into the Crystal Empire. Such a thing was impossible for the Umbrum themselves, which were removed from their physical bodies by the crystal heart. But…if Platinum was manipulated accordingly, perhaps she could harness enough dark energy to create a physical ponylike body for the Umbrum to use.

When King Sombra was defeated by the crystal heart, it was true that he ascended to a higher plane of existence. But it was not a mere mistake or coincidence, it was expected, because he was not a physical being to begin with.

While King Sombra watched the realities, he found a person fit for his ends. It was not the foolish human Sombra, but actually the woman named Rarity. He infested her heart, and for many years lay dormant in her, letting loose her worst qualities and corrupting her heart. But he was not looking for a lover. Her role was to be far more important than that.

Influenced by the Umbrum inside her heart, Queen Platinum cheated on her husband. And not just that, she made sure that everyone save the King himself would know about her depravity. At first, the queen was reluctant, but slowly, the Umbrum grasp on her heart was strong enough to completely degenerate her self.

The pain of her husband, and the pain of everypony who loved the couple, nurtured the darkness inside the queen. The people who admired and respected the couple was crushed, and yet, they were unable to muster the courage to try and stop her, nor they were able to stop watching the horrible depravity of the queen, to the bitter end.

King Sombra thought about Rarity, While he had been able to corrupt her heart almost completely, there still was something amiss. The love she had for her sister was far more powerful than whatever feelings she had for the dragon. Her love for her sister gave Rarity some self control, and allowed her to overcame the corruption inside her heart, if only slightly.

Not that he cared that much anyway. Rarity had done her job, if the dragon or anypony else was happy and had a joyful existence it was of little relevance for him. King Sombra glorious return was a sealed fact. And in this world there was nothing and no one that could prevent it.

Finally, Queen Platinum got pregnant by her lover. But the foal in her body was not a regular one. The creature inside her was in appearance a regular pony, but contained the Umbrum spirit who had gained physical form, and powers beyond imagination thanks to the suffering of the people who watched the twisted and corrupted nature of his conception.

Platinum gave birth to a unicorn colt. A dark gray foal with a black spiky mane and tail. Alone and rejected by everypony, without a single ounce of love on her heart, Platinum was unable to gather enough strength to survive giving birth to such a creature. She left her foal alone and defenseless, a creature holding inside him the darkness of an entire race waiting for revenge. When he was finally found by somepony, he was alone, confused and speaking a single word, a word with which he named himself, the name that marked him as a son of the Umbrum: 'Sombra'.

For he was the true King Sombra, gestating on Rarity’s body. A body he corrupted himself for his designs. Nurtured by the angst and despair of the world around them and the sinister circumstances of his conception.

King Sombra felt the loving hand of his mother caressing the soft flesh around him just as she had finished her story. The womb was comfortable, but he was not going to miss the place in a couple of months. It was a strange feeling...inside she was quite different from Platinum. While Platinum was weak, easily manipulated, and unable to feel love by his influence, Rarity was strong, able to overcome his darkness if only slightly with her personality and her love for her sister. There was also something else about her, and the way she lovingly talked to him in her womb, something nostalgic in her generosity and her voice...something that if just for a second, send him back to his early years and reminded him of a special somepony. Nonetheless, Sombra decided to ignore such foolish notions.

It was going to be interesting, he thought. To live as a human. In the world of humans, with his abilities at optimal condition, he was sure the possibilities would far exceed what he could do in Equestria. With no crystal heart anywhere in sight, no need to release a race of creatures that he no longer hold any loyalty for whatsoever, and with his magical powers back, he was going to be a true king among the inferior humans. And just as he felt the first time, when his destiny and powers were unlocked by the Umbrum crystal, he felt an unlimited dark power running trough his blood.

And that, gave him the ultimate feeling of superiority.

Author's Note

“So, have you thought on any names for our baby, Spike?"

"Of course. Spike Jr."

"And what if it is a girl?"

"Uhmmm...Sweetie Belle Jr.?"

"I was thinking Hope...or Radiance... or some mix of the two. It has a nice ring to it. And I am sure this baby will be a girl."