When Twilight Sparkle returned to her palace, she noticed the lights were out.
"Spike!", she called. "Where are you?" She entered the living room.
A shadowy figure was sitting in a chair, about twice the size of herself.
"Hello, Twilight", it said with a deeper, colder, but still familiar voice.
"Spike, is that you?", she asked. "What happened to you?"
"I apparently had another growth spurt while you were in Canterlot", he responded. "I have no idea why though. Sometimes I think the universe itself has no idea what to do with me. Anyway, I had some time to think..."
Before Twilight knew what was happening, he rushed to her, grabbed her, bent her over the table, and pushed her head to the table top.
"Aw!", Twilight yelped. "What are you doing?"
She felt a single claw in her neck, only barely scratching her skin. It moved down, starting to rip apart her dress. Was he really trying to do what she thought he was? She instantly tried to conjure up a spell.
"Oh no, you don't", Spike said. She felt his claw touching a few points on her head, then the tip of her horn. Her spell instantly died down.
"I scanned through the palace's library while you were in Canterlot, searching for something useful to counter your magic", he said coldly. "Pressure points. It's a technique invented by a people of rabbit-dogs in the far south. You can still feel the fabric of magic around you, I won't take that away from you. But you can't use it any more until I allow you to do so."
She panicked. "Please, Spike! Why are you doing this? What have I done to you?"
He ripped off her dress with a single move of his claw.
"What have you done to me? You really don't know? I have lost count of how often I have been punched, kicked, dropped down somewhere, thrown at something, had something thrown at me, and many other nasty things, by you and your other 'friends'."
Oh.
"And that's just the physical aspect", he continued. "You and your friends use me for menial tasks and then cast me aside whenever I'm not needed. Do you really think I don't care? You shift between treating me like a child, a servant, an animal, or just some piece of furniture – even though you know full well that I'm none of those things. Do you really think I don't mind being your little dragon slave?" He increased pressure on her neck, pushing her even harder onto the tabletop.
She had never seen it that way. Did he have a point? She had always taken his services for granted...
"Your friends are not much better. Take Rarity. I'm not angry at her for rejecting me, I'm really not. I completely understand. But if she doesn't want me, she should have told me to the face from the beginning instead of raising my hopes over and over again just so she can continue using and exploiting my feelings for her. She thinks I don't mind being used like this? Or take Rainbow and Pinkie. To them, I'm just a laughing stock. I know they prank everybody, and I even have to give them credit for having the decency to spare Fluttershy. But they can usually relate to their friends in other ways than just pranking or ridiculing them. But whenever they turn their attention to me at all, it is to make fun of me, often in quite physical ways. Do they think a dragon like me doesn't feel pain? Applejack is a bit better, she at least occasionally tries to be genuinely nice. But then she still ends up using me for some kind of task, or kicking me around, or even more often just ignoring me. And then you all still have the audacity to call yourselves my friends. At least sometimes, when it happens to be convenient for you or when you want something from me. The only one who was nice to me from the very beginning was Fluttershy. I guess in this case, I am the one who has wronged her. The signs were there from the very second we first met each other, but I didn't see it. I have ignored her for far too long, and I guess I'll have to make it up to her. But now back to you."
His firm dragon claw was still pressing her head to the tabletop. Her eyes were full of tears now. She remembered every time she had pushed the little dragon around, shut him up or shoved him around with her magic, manipulated him or simply cast him aside once she had no need of him any more. She thought back at how he had become clumsier and more insecure with every year he was with her. She had shrugged it off as the natural development of a young dragon. She should have known better. She hadn't seen it that way, but now she realized how much she had wronged him. Probably even much more than he himself realized, even now. She had crippled him, emotionally and even more or less physically, and she and her friends had even laughed about it all those years. In a way, what she had done to him really had led up directly to this point.
He continued his rant. "Of all of them, you were the worst of all. You saw my suffering every day and you still just laughed at me. You saw my growing insecurity and my desire for approval and you just used it to get what you wanted from me, to get me to do all the work you considered too lowly for yourself. And then, instead of showing even the least bit of gratitude, you just continued to push me around or cast me aside. It stops now. This time, I will be the one using you..."
"You're right", Twilight said in a low, weak voice.
"What?", Spike asked. Confused for a second, he let go of her.
She turned around and went to her knees before him. "You're right. We didn't... I didn't treat you the way you deserve. You're right to..." She gulped. "I realize only now how much I have wronged you. After what I've done to you all those years, you have every right to turn the tables, and I have no right to complain. I... from now on, I'm the one to serve you. I am yours."
She noticed that speaking those words had made her wet. Could it be?
The dragon smiled. "Prove it", he said and pulled out his member. It was huge. She gulped again.
She gave his shaft a few thorough licks. Then she took it in her muzzle as far as she could take it and began to move her head and tongue. She was thankful that he let her do her work. It was more than she deserved. The dragon began to moan with pleasure. "Oh... yeah, that's it. Good girl, mh..."
He came hard in her mouth. It was a huge load, but she knew exactly what he expected from her and swallowed it all. "Good girl", he said again. Then he pushed her up by her hair, turned her around and bent her over the table again. She yelped from the surprise, but made no efforts to resist him. She realized she still meant what she had said earlier. She was his now. She wanted to be his.
He pushed the tip of his shaft against her wet marehood. He was hard again. "Dragon anatomy", he said. "I can go for at least one other round, if not more. For what you have done, you haven't been punished near enough."
He pushed all in with force. She yelped with pleasure and pain. "Spike!", she screamed.
He hit her ass hard. "It's Master to you, cunt!"
"Aaaw... yes, Master!"
He hit her again. "Good girl. Now move!"
She pushed her back against him and began to move. His hard scales sored the skin on her ass cheeks. She didn't care. It felt good. It felt good to be degraded, to be reduced to a toy for his pleasure. It felt good to feel his claws descend on her ass over and over again, to be hurt and to know that she deserved it. Being hit, scratched, taken by force felt like heaven. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was on the right end of the abuse. The receiving end. As those feelings grew in her, the desire to please her new Master also grew. She started to put more dedication into her movements, taking his big member, massaging it with the walls of her marehood.
Once again, he came hard, and he didn't bother to pull out. She whimpered with pleasure as she felt the warm dragon seed inside her. She was completely exhausted now, a mess of pain and pleasure, breathing heavily below him. Her entire world was reduced to him and nothing but him. Her Master. He was finished, but he was still holding her down with his right hand...
A few days later, Twilight brought Master his lunch. A few gemstones, nicely prepared by herself, only for him, carefully placed on a silver plate.
She was wearing a maid's outfit. Master was generous enough to let her wear clothing even in private. She knew she didn't really deserve this kindness. She didn't wear underwear though. Master wanted her available for him all the time. It was his prerogative.
She was also wearing a leather collar around her neck, as a sign that she now belonged to Master.
He was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room. She knelt before him and lifted the silver plate over her head. "Your lunch, Master", she said.
He didn't bother taking the silver plate away from her. Instead, he took one of the stones and began to gnaw at it. It was pitch black, with a smooth, obviously polished surface. Like the good girl she was, she stayed in her place, kneeling before him, the tablet raised above her head. It was an honor for her to be worthy to serve as his living lunch table.
"Mh, nice", he said. "It must have been difficult to find one of those."
"Oh, nothing to speak of, Master", she answered. "No effort is too big for this servant when it comes to serving you." She smiled.
He petted her mane. "Good girl", he said.
He continued eating until he was finished. "Now, time for my dessert", he said.
She put the tablet aside. "Turn around", he ordered. She instantly complied, turning around, raising her ass and putting her head down, exposing herself completely for Master.
He dragged her in his lap and impaled her cunt on his big dragon cock. She started to moan softly, exactly the kind of sound he wanted to hear when he fucked her. While he started to push her up and down, he started to kiss and lick her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. He also occasionally let her feel his teeth a little to remind her of her place, but he was very careful not to hurt her. He was a very good Master, and he was very kind to her, even though she knew that she regularly remained below his expectations. "Mmmh, thank you, Master", she moaned.
He finished hard and with a huge load. She hadn't come yet, but he immediately pushed out.
She wanted to voice her disappointment, but she immediately remembered her place. He was generous though. While she was still sitting in his lap, he started to carefully finger her cunt with his big claws. They were harder and sharper than his penis, so they were a bit more painful, but he was very careful and she knew she deserved no better. It was still also pleasurable to her. He was very good at giving her both what she desired and what she deserved at the same time.
"Thank you, Master", she said again. "You are far more generous than this servant deserves. May... this servant ask if you already have plans on how to get the others?"
"It's difficult", he said. "I don't just want to take them by force, you know that. I want to show them by force and make them understand what they have done to me all those years, and then I want them to surrender themselves to me, just like you have. I probably won't be able to do it without you. You have to make them understand that this is the only way to make it up to me... and also that it can be very rewarding." He increased the movement of his claw in her pussy.
"Ow. Yes, Master. I will do whatever I can to convince them."
She smiled happily.
"You also know I won't take Fluttershy this way", he said. "She has done nothing wrong to me. But I really hope that she will join us as well once she realizes what's going on. I will offer it to her. With her, I want an equal partnership, and if she agrees, I will share my authority over you with her. After all, she is very good at keeping wild animals like you and the others in check."
She blushed. He never forgot to regularly remind her of what she and the others had done to him all those years, and why she deserved to be treated like dirt.
His claws moved to finish her off. Her entire body shivered from the pleasure.
She came hard.
