The Rise of Demon King Spike

The smell of fresh earth filled her nostrils. And covered her pale magenta hooves. And was blinked away by from her bright green eyes.

With the back of her hoof Daisy attempted to wipe away the dirt only to smear it together with the sweat beading upon her brow to form streaks of mud.

Gardening shovel dangling from her lips she looked on with pride at her garden and it's muted riot of colours and smells. Thick bushes of pink oleander hedged her fences, pads of deep purple anemone flanked the main garden, then her prized purest white carnations edged with a red as vibrant as fresh blood, Then the rows of deep purple hyacinth and primrose and then in the centre her own purest white daisies of her own namesake. All of it delicious and vibrant with life.

Upon spotting a daisy with a dark spot on one of the petals she panicked for a moment before quickly snatching the blemished thing out of the ground by the root.

That had been a close one. With a sigh of relief she lay the flower upon a stone hot from the morning sun so that it would dry and whither.

A slight shudder of alarm streaked through from her hooves and into her withers as her eyes were pulled from her garden and to the eyes of another pony. Somepony who had seen her commit this act of murder? Somepony who knew that she had harboured this imperfect flower within her garden?

Well not a pony. Another someone. It was that baby dragon that her eyes were now locked with.

He was always with that one mare. That bossy one that had moved into the town library. But not today. Today he had apparently escaped his leash.

He was out in the street, apparently he had been walking by when he had seen her, and now he was walking this way.

She looked away for a moment her eyes stopping at the bushes that hedged her fence with their clusters of small pink flowers. She took a nervous breath before looking back.

No, the dragon had not lost interest and continued on his way. Now he was almost at the gate.

She counted the number of steps that she would have to take to get into the safety of her domicile. It was seven. Just seven steps and she would be at her door and then she could be inside and safe and sound.

She took a breath.

“Hi!” he greeted and gave a sure smile.

“... Hi.” she replied eventually. She returned an uncertain smile.

“You have a nice garden.”

“It's not as good as Rose's though.”

“I'm sure they could be if you tried.”

Daisy looked down at the creature's claws.

“Do you happen to have time to talk?” the dragon leaned against her gate.

“Well, we're already talking.”

“I mean we could sit down and talk.”

She backed up three steps, now it was four steps to the safety of her home.

The dragon apparently took this as invitation and stepped through the gate.

Now there was no barrier between her and this creature.

She took two steps back. Now only two steps remained.

The dragon took a step forward and looked down upon the blemished daisy on the stone.

Daisy found her weight shifting. Not to run away but to run forward. She caught herself.

“This is actually a very lovely flower.”

“No, no it's just... garden waste” she explained suddenly shifting from terrified to guilty.

“But the shape is perfect and exquisite,” he reached down and picked it up. “It would be a shame to waste it.”

Of course the shape was perfect! It was one of her flowers! Any fool could look at it and see that it was one of Daisy's flowers. Any fool could see that the colour was mixed up! It was a filthy obscene flower and she had grown it with her own hooves.

“Since you're throwing it out I think I will take it.”

Daisy galloped up to the dragon her eyes wide with alarm and terror.

“You, um ah, you don't want that flower! How about I get you a different flower? Yes that's it! Just let me take that one...” Daisy reached down desperate to snatch the filthy flower from the dragon's greedy grasp but she couldn't bring herself to get close enough to him. Her hooves pranced in place as she attempted to run forwards and backwards at the some time.

“But I like this one.”

Daisy briefly thought about the dragon leaving with the flower. She thought about how everypony in Ponyville would see that awful daisy. They would all know that it was her fault. They would all laugh at her. No pony would buy her flowers and she would be out of a job. She'd have to get some kind of ridiculous and terrible job like selling frying pans.

And she couldn't muster the nerve to just take the flower from the sharp pony shredding claws of the dragon.

Oh, she had a chance. There was something else that she could do.

“Ah. Mister, mister dragon, sir...”

“It's Spike.”

“Spike, sir, you wanted to come inside?”

“Yes, that is exactly what I wanted to do.” He gave a wink but Daisy was far to distracted with ushering the dragon into her home to notice.

With the young dragon seated in her living room struggled to get her nerves under control as prepared the tea.

She would open negotiations by asking for something she didn't want and in turn so would the dragon. But in the interplay they would ask for the things that they did want without letting the other party know what it was that they infact desired.

The dragon being a dragon would desire jewels, just as Daisy desired the flower. But instead they would ask for things that would flatter the other. Dragons were greedy, proud and vain of course.

The water reached a slow simmer.

Daisy fetched a box containing a broach affixed with an emerald the size of her hoof that she had traded for a dozen flowers. She felt certain this trinket would be enough to retrieve the flower.

She poured the now boiling water into the kettle with the tea.

With a sly smile she made her decision as to what she would pretend it was that she desired.

The tea was poured and the pot was set upon the table. Daisy took the seat opposite of the dragon as she prepared for the battle.

The dragon, Spike, she reminded herself, fidgeted before taking his first sip of tea.

Spotting the weakness, Daisy took the offensive.

“I must say, now that I see you better, that you are a most handsome dragon indeed,” she flattered.

“Oh!” he blushed in surprise. “Why thank you Daisy, I must say that you are also a very pretty pony.”

Daisy weighed his response as she took a sip of tea. Was that him just being polite? Still she had to win the flattery before she could begin properly.

“Your scales are so smooth and your spines, they are just so sophisticated,” Daisy randomly applied flattery to his various features in place of more appropriate words like glistening, menacing and horrifying.

“I have always liked the cut of your mane and it looks so soft. Do you get it professionally done?”

Daisy faltered as a blush tried to creep up her neck. “N-no I do it myself,” she stammered briefly. She averted her eyes while she attempted to find another angle of attack, not yet willingly to call it a draw.

“Your garden is very neatly ordered and I don't think many ponies at all have ones nearly as varied as yours is,” the dragon lunged forward crushing her hopes of an early lead.

Daisy quickly tried to figure out what Spike did for a living and how to flatter him for that in turn if only to keep pace with him.

“Those carnations, I haven't seen any quite like that before. Are they your work?”

The mare's jaw dropped.

“Striped carnations have to be hybridized and I mostly see white and purple ones. Well those are the ones that Twilight always gets.”

Daisy had just wanted to express herself. She had just wanted to say something. She had never wanted to be heard.

“She sends daffodils and gets those carnations. It's a crazy world don't you think?”

Rose and Lily poked fun at her for her garden. But that was okay because they where her friends. It wasn't like anypony else really knew what it meant.

The blush filled her cheeks, she had to change the subject and quickly.

“Those hedges you have, they're oleander aren't they?”

“A kiss!” Daisy suddenly shouted. This had been her plan. “I would like a kiss from such a handsome dragon as yourself!” Yes, just ask the pony eating monster for a kiss which it would refuse because of the species difference, but he would be flattered none the less and it would make the negotiations go smoother. See, it was a perfectly reasonable plan! There was no reason to panic!

Her eyes were wide with alarm as the dragon got up and approached her. Her muscled were locked in terrified paralysis as the flesh rending talons gently gripped her neck. Her mouth yielded in absolute submission to his scaly lips and her mind was too shocked to even respond to the narrow and agile tongue as it plunged and explored the cavity of her mouth.

No plan survives contact with the enemy.

The force of the kiss pushed her back, her unresponsive body was tilted until she fell backwards onto the floor and the much lighter dragon was pulled along with her.

Flat upon her back and under this scaled horror she awaited the first pinch of fangs against her delicate pony flesh followed by her looming devourment.

“You wanna have sex?” asked the only slightly flustered dragon. As though he regularly went into ponies homes for this purpose.

Daisy first noticed the member poking into her belly and then her own sopping nethers.

She didn't believe it. Was he really going to play with his food like that before eating?

Her sex winked hungrily as that thought ran through her mind. She decided not to dwell overly on that.

“'Kay,” she responded quietly.

Spike took hold of each of her hind legs as he moved to line up with her.

Wait. What had she said? She had said a word back there and now this was happening!

She gasped as the weirdly shaped dragon wang plunged into her mare cunt.

She couldn't have agreed to this!

Her muff drooled on appreciation as the pony eating beast ravaged her innocence.

Daisy was a good mare. She didn't have sex with monsters. She knew that. It was a fact of life.

A lustful whinny echoed out from her gasping mouth as the mighty creature rubbed its' twisted phallus against the inside of her innocence.

That is why Daisy grew the carnations.

Small and helpless the mare squirmed belong the hideous thing made her its' own. Her now wantonly wet snatch rejoiced in it's defection.

The solid white petals with the bloody edges to express her rejection. She had handed them out so freely.

Innocence? Purity? What did those words mean to her now? She was submitted herself as the terrific dragon's whore as it plunged into her over and over again.

She really hadn't wanted to reject all of them had she? She had never wanted to be left alone.

Her womb shuddered violently in response to the torrents of hot semen that flooded her sex. She shouted some kind of obscenity and her face relaxed into a massive grin that hurt her cheek muscles.

With her eyes closed Daisy gasped for breath as she tried to come to grips with her sudden emptiness as the beast had abandoned her.

When she opened her eyes she saw something curious. A harmless little dragon, almost kind of cute who was cleaning up her tea set in a most helpful and beneficial manner.

She wondered where the monster had gone before closing her eyes and drifting off into a nap.

It wouldn't be until much later that she would remember about the flower.