Total Changeling Domination

“Wha…?! You’re joking, Spike. P-please tell me you’re joking!” Twilight stuttered.

“I’m not joking,” Spike replied firmly.

“Rainbow Dash! Did you put Spike up to this? You should have known it wouldn’t be funny!” Twilight said, turning head to face the colorful pegasus.

“Huh?” Rainbow responded. “What are you talking about, Twilight?”

“I asked Ember for permission. She said it’s okay if me, you, all of us live in the Dragon Lands from now on,” Spike went on.

“B-b-b-but why would you want to leave Equestria of all places! We’ve spent so much time and effort making it the perfect place to live!”

“For changelings!” Spike emphasized, the growing tension in the room causing the other mares to slowly back away in the hot springs. Applejack tugged at her collar awkwardly. “If anyone, it should be the ponies that are in charge of Equestria like they always have been! Not some power-hungry sex creatures bent on world domination!”

“The changelings are our allies, Spike. Just like the hippogriffs and ponies from Saddle Arabia!”

“Allies don’t invade and subjugate their citizens to do whatever they want! D-do you even know what the changelings might have secretly planned that they aren’t telling you after they get everything they want?!”

“What are you even talking about?”

“I… I’ve been having the same nightmare,” Spike shivered, “that after Chrysalis has every creature in the world in her clutches she’s going to kill every male that isn’t a changeling! Y-you know how much that bitchy bug hates men!”

“W-well… scientists do say the emotions of love and hate are very close to each other,” Twilight stammered.

“And once we’re gone what if they come after you girls next? Maybe cut off all your arms and legs until you’re the perfect fuck pillows?! Or rip out all your teeth so your blowjobs feel all the more better? You don’t need them after all, you’re certainly not using your mouth to eat anything but cock! And they couldn’t care less about anything you have to talk about!”

“Spike! The changelings would never do that!! You know they wouldn’t be that heartless!”

“But what if they do, Twilight! What if they do! At that point they will be so powerful off their love magic that nothing in the world is going to be capable of stopping them! You’ll have no choice but watch as they slaughter everyone they don’t like!”

“Now that,” Twilight said smugly, as if Spike had fallen for her trap, “is a slippery slope logical fallacy. So… do you admit you’re wrong now?”

“No!!” Spike said firmly with crossed arms. “Twilight… when last we saw them Chrysalis and her sister were rolling around on the Crystal Map having angry sibling sex. The Crystal Map! The sacred object of friendship passed onto you from the Tree of Harmony itself! I-I can’t even think of a better metaphor of what they are doing to defile Equestria!”

“Well, admittedly, she does have a bit of a crazy family, but who doesn’t?” Twilight countered. “Even before the changelings came, my entire family wanted to sleep with each other! Well… not my father and brother together, but everyone else! And you can imagine what Cadance joining did to them. And look at Applejack’s family! They sleep with each other more than other ponies outside of their bloodline!”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, Twilight.”

“Well I don’t think we should cast aside all the improvements we’ve made to Equestria since the changelings have arrived either!” Twilight quickly countered to bring the argument back in her favor. “With mares realizing an education is wasted on them, the more qualified stallions have been empowered with an abundance of scholarships, grants, and jobs that would have originally been hogged by us women! Equestria is progressing far faster without mares fooling ourselves while we play around thinking we were equal to the boys. And everypony benefits from that progress! It’s a win-win we wouldn’t have if not for the changelings and their ideology.”

“Right… the fabled ‘changeling ideology’ that says the men make the decisions and the women obediently follow behind them. Alright… if you like it so much then you should listen to me! Your master!”

“Wait, what?” Twilight stammered.

“I’m the guy! Your master and owner, Twilight. I have the cock! So, if you really believe the changelings’ way of thinking is so great, you should do whatever I say. And I say you and I are living in the Dragon Lands from now on! Got it?”

“Wha-but-I…. You don’t,” Twilight frantically stammered, averting her gaze as she quickly racked her brain to think of an escape from the situation she had talked herself into. She shot a look to her friends, but one quick peek made it obvious enough they were choosing to stay out of this lover’s quarrel. Besides, they were all mares and were bound to follow a man’s orders just like she was. After a moment of silence, the alicorn finally sighed in defeat, dropping to her knees. “Yes, master,” she said as calmly as she could with a bowed head.

“Good,” Spike said with a smug grin. “Now why don’t you hang out here with your friends while I finish up with the Dragon Lord. She said she would easily be able to find us some secluded area we could make our new home in.” The drake smiled to himself as he walked past his alicorn, petting her head along the way.

Twilight didn’t turn her head to watch him leave, still processing her emotions. She could adapt to living life and having sex in a cave. She and all her friends had done exactly that when the changeling enslaved them in their hive. But… she felt, betrayed, in a sense by Spike. If her master had been feeling so strongly about the changelings… why didn’t he bring them up before?

“Awwww come on, Chrysi!” Nexia wined in a rather high pitched voice. “Don’t tell me you’re still upset that I ‘raped’ you!”

Chrysalis said nothing other than the rather annoyed look on her face. The magical pink restraint on her wrists and ankles came undone, allowing the queen to roll off from the Crystal Map. Her body was covered in cum, her insides were covered in cum, even the map itself was covered in cum. Anyone who turned on a blacklight in this room would probably be blinded. Nexia had really been holding it in just for her.

“I mean… since you’re a collared sex slave it’s technically not rape,” Nexia continued. “I think you guys call it… ‘consensual sex whether you like it or not’.”

“Finally got it all out of your system, sister?” Chrysalis growled, her horn glowing softly as she levitated all of the thick white substance upwards into a levitating ball of cum. Even her own pussy was spread as Nexia’s deposited efforts were extracted into the ball. Nexia madly shook her head up and down with a proud smile, though slightly saddened to see the cum she had just deposited in her sister flying out.

Chrysalis glared at her sibling, but said nothing else to antagonize her like she was a mere stallion. After all, unlike the men of this world, she actually posed a potential threat to her. Besides, she knew how her sister got when she was pent up. Due to her… condition… her personality changed completely depending on her sexual appetite. She figured Nexia didn’t even remember the reason why she had forced herself on her to begin with. Which was good, seeing as she wasn’t willing to give Seta up.

Nexia anxiously eyed the freighting large floating ball of changeling spunk. “D-drink it,” she fidgeted now rather awkwardly, almost pathetic compared to her previous self. “P-please,” she begged, her cock trying so desperately hard to twitch back to life.

“Only if you choose to behave yourself from now on,” Chrysalis said firmly, Nexia quickly nodded in agreement. “Good… Now on your feet, sister. I have work to do.”

“Awwww,” Nexia whined as she bounced upwards, her naked breasts flailing every which way. “Work?! Don’t tell me you conquered the ponies just to do work!”

Two naked servant mares entered the chambers preparing to clean, only to recoil in shock not by the sight of two frightening looking changeling queens, but more so, the giant white mess they had left around the Crystal Map room. Nexia quickly eyed them both with a devilish glint in her eye. With a glow of her horn, two large ropes of cum shot out from the cumball Chrysalis had collected. The two mares didn’t have time to react as their nethers were magically spread and the two white lengths of spunk were levitated straight into their folds. Their spells of birth control guarding their wombs were effortlessly disabled in an instant as the cum was magically guided to pool around their eggs, marking them as pregnant before they could even blink. Before they could react further, Nexia’s magic worked its way into their minds. Now the two ponies instead embraced themselves in each other’s arms as though they were a married couple, passionately pressing tongues and breasts together and collapsing to the floor in a lustful display.

Nexia grasped at the base of her now revitalized cock, taking a step forward as if to join them before she was grabbed by her sister.

“Were you even listening to me?” Chrysalis scowled.

“Whaaaaattt?!” Nexia pouted. “Big sis already left us alone. All we gotta do is wait for stuff to happen with the dragons!! Why do you gotta do work?”

“There is more to ruling a kingdom than acquiring new toys and playing with them,” Chrysalis said calmly. “Subjects need to be kept in line. Order needs to be maintained. If you truly wish to be a queen and a part of the world I’ve built, I trust you will learn this well, sister. Otherwise nopony is going to be having sex.” As if to emphasize her point, Chrysalis dropped the levitated cumball atop the two kissing mares. It came as a comical shock to them as it slashed down, drenching their entire bodies in white as Nexia’s mind magic dissipated from them.

“For instance,” Chrysalis said turning back to the mostly cleaned Crystal Map. “My men have an ongoing investigation taking place in Las Pegasus. A ridiculous name for a city…”

“Oooo! Ooooo! Can I cum?” Nexia quickly asked. “I want to help!”

“Well… yes. I was just about to suggest you tag along this time,” Chrysalis stated. She at least wanted to fit in as much quality time with her sister before she reverted back to her usual self. Perhaps leave a good impression.

“Too bad. We’re going!” Nexia said, grabbing her naked sister and teleporting away. Leaving two cum-covered servant mares to their own devices as they shrugged and resumed lustfully playing with the other.

“Sucks that Starlight is all up in arms against you,” Ember said. “Can’t blame her though. I’m sure the changelings are controlling her mind or something. They always seemed like a deceitful bunch to me.”

“No, that was Twilight arguing with me,” Spike sighed. “And they already proved a long time ago changelings aren’t controlling any ponies’ mind. At least… not Chrysalis and her swarm. They like to keep things consensual.” In a way though, that point infuriated Spike to no end. Back when this all started, it was so much easier to hate the swarm thinking they had simply raped and abducted all his female friends. But now with those very same friends trying to convince him the swarm was on their side, it made things a whole look more complicated in ridding himself of them.

“Eh, fine. But I suppose you might actually be wishing she was mind controlled right about now right?”

“What do you mean?” Spike asked.

“If she was under some spell’s influence, she would
do anything you wanted and be happy about it,” Ember shrugged. “Can’t help you there though. But I can help arrange your living quarters since I know who you aren’t sleeping with anytime soon…”

Spike grumbled to himself as Ember chuckled at herself at her own ruthless humor. “Fine, just rub it in why don’t you.” He knew she was right though, which stung the hardest. He followed Ember through the maze of underground tunnels, soon noticing he was tailing her from behind. His eyes instinctively drifting downward towards that shapely clad rear end of the Dragon Lord. It had been so long since he had actually seen a woman wearing anything to conceal their bodies from him. It felt like almost a completely new thrill to him. He licked his lips as thoughts of wonderment came, picturing exactly what could she be hiding under that armor.

His gaze had to panickedly shoot back up to eye level as Ember turned to face him with a smile. “It’s just this way. Come on,” she beckoned him further. Spike gave a silent sigh of relief, she didn’t seem to notice but that didn’t exactly help his heart calm down. It was perhaps the oldest sport in existence, yet one that no longer existed in Equestria. Rubbernecking to catch unnoticed glimpses at a woman’s assets without her catching on. Though the room Ember lead him into soon had his thought diverted from their current path.

“Whoa… nice spread,” Spike awed as he entered the chambers. The floor was quite literally covered in gemstones! Hundreds of them, all laying about waiting to be eaten by a hungry dragon.

“What?” Ember asked innocently with a chuckle. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think being Dragon Lord didn’t come with it’s perks.

“Wait. T-this… this is your room!” Spike gasped.

“Well, yeah,” Ember said with a roll of her eyes. “Only place in the dragon lands where you’ll find an actual mattress. Guessing, since you live in pony land, you’re not really used to anything else,” she said, gesturing over to her bed. A queen sized one with mountains of glowing gemstones piled around it. Along with a familiar object Spike knew all too well.

“The Bloodstone Sceptre,” Spike stuttered. He had a few brief moments holding it back during the Gauntlet of Fire, but he vividly remembered the power he felt coursing through his veins when he touched it. But, more so, how nice it felt to order Garble to hug everyone. Though he always regretted not taking his little power trip further on him.

“That’s right, big boy,” Ember grinned, her voice subtly conveying a small amount of pride. “The thing that makes a Dragon Lord a Dragon Lord.”

“You just leave it lying around?” Spike asked, with a raised brow. “C-couldn’t any dragon just walk in, grab ahold of it, and become the new Dragon Lord?”

“They could… If I hadn’t ordered them all that they weren’t allowed to touch it,” Ember said. “Problem solved. Easy. I also said they couldn’t touch my gems either. They just have to fetch them for me.”

“Wow, seems like quite the setup,” Spike said staring at the sceptre, briefly wondering what it would have been liked if he stayed in the dragon lands and ruled as Dragon Lord. At that time, he was probably the smallest dragon in existence, it would have been ridiculous!

“Do you want to try it again?” Ember asked with a devilish tone, picking up the sceptre and waving it around for Spike to see.

“R-really?” Spike stuttered, the thought having never occurred to him before. Ember handed him the sceptre without a second thought. The large blood red Bloodstone glinting in the cave light as it moved.

“Go on… use it to give me any order you want. As long as they are a dragon, they will have to obey,” Ember cooed seductively.

“I...I don’t know about that, Ember…”

“Just order me to strip already!” Ember huffed. “I know you’ve been staring at my tits since you’ve got here!”

Spike swallowed, guilty as charged. He knew Ember was trying to seduce him, but he figured that it would have taken a bit longer than this. Still, he played along. “Alright, Dragon Lord… take off your top.”

“As you command, master,” Ember said with a grin, reaching behind her back. For the sake of her own curiosity, she briefly tried to stop herself, only to find she couldn’t. Her body moved on its own like one long series of involuntary movements. She was helpless to stop herself as undid the fastened straps.

There stood Ember, completely topless, her plate bikini removed and discarded on a nearby gem pile. Her two now uncovered, azure breasts jutted out from her chest, hanging with the utmost perkiness and size. A pair of cute dark blue nipples were just icing on the cake, already appearing as hard as a gemstone. After the job was done, Ember, however, looked rather annoyed, crossing her arms beneath her chest noticing where the dragon’s gaze was locked onto.

“They aren’t that big…” Ember said with an embarrassed blush, for once the confident dragon Spike knew showing some insecurity.

Spike’s grip on the sceptre grew harder as he stared at his prize. He knew he could have everything he wanted here with this. With his order he could have the comfort of a submissive beautiful dragoness to attend to his every sexual need as if tried by a changeling herself… yet without any changelings to give him worry. All it would take was his command.

Yet… Spike refrained. Choosing to turn Ember into his own sex slave would, in a sense, make him no better than the changelings themselves. No, he wasn’t stooping to their level. Ember could very well remain a free woman who choose to have sex when she was good and ready for it!

But still, Spike couldn’t help but wonder why Ember was being so forward with him so soon.

“Hmph,” Ember fumed as smoke shot out of her nostrils, noticing her friend’s confusion. “Spike, you should know by now I didn’t invite you to stay in my own personal chambers just because I’m just so hospitable.”

“T-then why?” Spike stammered.

“Dragon Law is clear on the matter,” Ember stated as plainly as she could. “A lord requires a consort. At least one consort. Most other Dragon Lords had an army of them. Whatever. The point is, a ruler is obligated to pass down their genes. And I want the one to be you.”

Spike theorized that the old law was likely written by a past Dragon Lord seeking any excuse to earn him as much trim as his title could manage from the females of the land. But he reasoned against asking for a history lesson now. “Why me?” Spike asked.

“You rather I mate with those other braindead guys outside? I doubt they could even give me offspring that could fly straight.”

“Good point…” Spike admitted.

“Besides, if you’re going to be living here, being a Dragon Lord’s consort does have its own perks. So let’s just both be adults about this, okay? You’ve probably done this a million times with those ponies,” Ember sighed, though growing slightly annoyed. “The dumb fucks who wrote that stuff... l-like they never planned for a woman to be in charge! And, even worse, they made it so even a Lord can’t alter them!” It was true, Ember was the first female Dragon Lord in dragon history. But even still, the laws in place made it seem like the job was only meant for a man. If Spike was being completely honest, he couldn’t really blame them. Females dragons didn’t tend to be as aggressive, strong, intimidating, or all around off-putting as the males. Traits that seemingly were what made a dragon a dragon. “The sceptre forced my heat cycle to come early because of all this crap! And it’s going to keep me in heat until I do this!! I’ve been scratching my scales trying to get you back here for it!” Ember swiped the Bloodstone Sceptre away, marking another end to the short rule of Dragon Lord Spike. “So now it’s my turn…” she said with a devilish grin, staring at her helpless target. “Back up. To the bed. Clothes off!”

Spike obeyed as he backed up to the front of the bed and removed his clothes, Ember hot on his tail as she followed closely ahead of him. But for what was perhaps the first time since Spike had known her, she froze in place. Her eyes staring transfixed on his dual members that popped free from his pants as if it was Spike staring at her breasts. “P-pervert…” Her crimson blush spread further down her cheeks as she was gifted with the pure unbridled smell of his musk. Seeing as Spike would have greatly preferred avoiding a swift punch to the balls, he held back his comment saying how cute she looked.

“On the bed. Now. Face up. Don’t move,” Ember ordered. Spike did as he was told, his two erect shafts pointing directly up to the rock ceiling above.

Ember took a deep breath as she steadied herself. This was it. “I-I’m not going to be as good at this as those mare sluts you play around with! I’ve never actually done this before while in heat.”

“That just makes it all the more better,” Spike said with a smile.

“Jerk…” Ember fumed as she undid the clasps on her protective bottoms. Spike watched as those thick hips wiggled out of the remainder of her clothing, finally bearing the Dragon Lord’s full beauty to him in all its glory. “I’ve learned enough from watching the whores dad brought in to screw around with.” She moved over the center end of the bed between Spike’s spread legs, grasping at the base of the uppermost shaft with one hand and the bottom with another, eliciting Spike to draw out a sudden groan. The dragoness began to squeeze and pump in earnest, rewarding her with the sight of the two cocks growing to full throbbing hardness. She nervously eyed the two members that would undoubtedly soon be lodged deep inside her scaly frame. Though in their current unslick state, they weren’t going to get far. Angling the lower one down with both hands now, Ember lowered her maw, blasting Spike’s cock with a hot breath of air before engulfing it past her lips. The stark difference between a dragon and a pony blowjob hit Spike in an instant. The depths of her throat cast his cock in a new felt pleasant warmth, unlike any pony or changeling that had taken him into their mouth. Coupled with the long forked reptilian tongue lapping away at the underside Spike was in Dragon Heaven.

Ember spent a while sucking away at the male dragon’s cock with diligence, though shooting Spike himself a glare and swatting his hands away anytime he attempted to touch her otherwise. He would have to settle for watching those two massive azure orbs swing back and forth with the dragoness’s movements. It seemed as though this blowjob was meant as much for Spike as it was Ember taking as much time as she needed to learn how to handle one of these strange meaty rods. Though Spike couldn’t really complain. He considered himself lucky Ember was even allowing him to look at her as she was naked and sucking him off.

Popping the cock out of her mouth, the dragoness cast it a brief disappointed glance, as if upset that it hadn’t gone off yet. She shrugged, grasping the shaft with a hand as she began both stroking it off and angling it away aimed towards her breasts, allowing her freedom to work on the upper shaft above next. Spike groaned in approval as he was given the two cock massage treatment. Ember’s oral performance taking a noticeable turn for the better as the dragoness both used what she learned before with the additional bit of competitive effort. Spike’s cock actively was dragging against the back of Ember’s hot throat, feeling as if she could bathe his cock in flames at any moment if she so choose to. Slurping, wet sounds filled the otherwise empty cavern as she pleasured the dragon. Below, one of her surprisingly soft hands were squeezing and stroking rapidly, while the other gripped his balls and kneaded them tenderly.

“S-shit… I’m going to cum!” Spike warned, noticing that Ember took that as a cue to only work her lips harder at him. Her head bobbing rapidly as she slurped up and down his shaft.

Feeling his cocks throbbing and passing the tipping point, Spike instinctively grabbed Ember’s curved horns, using them as handlebars as he pulled her head in while thrusting his hips forward and finally cumming. Ember went wide eyed in response as the tip lodged in the deep depths of her throat pulsed and released the first batch of his seed into her. She tried to pull back in the moment, but seeing as her head was thoroughly clamped to the dragon’s groin, all she could do was swallow it all down. Spike released a groan of delight, her twitches of panic only served to amplify the heavenly sensation of his cumming cock. His lower cock fired next, shooting off an equally potent load of dragon spunk angled directly at the Dragon’s Lords bountiful tits. The white jizz hitting the twin curvy mounds and sticking to them as if Spike himself was marking this dragon bitch as his own.

As the last of Spike’s first round tapered off, his grip on her horns loosened as well. Ember’s cum-covered cleavage bouncing wildly as the dragoness dropped and braced herself on the stone floor, coughing violently as she fought for air. Spike grinned at his latest conquest, his dual dicks already throbbing for another round. But as he stared at the naked dragoness coated in his spunk, a familiar strand of thoughts entered his mind. His gaze drifting over to his pack where Twilight, being as helpful as she was, took the liberty of packing plenty of collars for the trip.

No... Spike shook his head violently to clear his twisted perverted thoughts. Ember liked being a free woman, a strong independent woman who didn’t need a master in her life. Again… he would respect Ember’s choice to remain unenslaved, and he knew their sex life would be all the better for it…

A strong punch found its way to Spike’s stomach, knocking the air clean out of his lungs.

“What the heck was that, you jerk!” Ember fumed angrily. “You nearly drowned me in your own cum!”

“S-sorry!” Spike quickly apologized. “Guess I’m more used to-.... Ummm…” He halted his train of thought before he could finish.

“Used to what?!” Ember asked angrily. Shit… too late.

“Uhhh, mares swallowing…?”

“Hmph!” Ember fumed, though not in the way Spike expected. The dragoness shot him a blush as she averted her gaze. “I’ll… I’ll get there one day.” She bent over, taking a crimson gemstone from a nearby pile and using it to scrape up the dragon seed that had landed on her bouncing breasts before tossing it in her mouth. “You’re lucky your stuff tastes so good. I was really getting sick of nothing but gems all day everyday.”

Spike flinched at the compliment. Another generous perk the changelings had gifted him with. As if the universe itself was trying to tell Spike he was wrong about those creepy shapeshifters.

As Ember swallowed down the last of the tasty creamy treat Spike had covered her with, she gave a passing glance to her new consort’s prize. “Wow… rearing for another round already? Heh, I sure do know how to pick them.” Spike chuckled nervously as Ember leaned back over, diligently licking his two cocks clean of cum.

“Sorry if I’m acting a bit strange compared to usual, Spike,” Ember suddenly said. “I should have took you, but I’m in an awful heat… Not only do I need a consort… but I also need a pair of dicks inside me.”

“T-that’s okay. Happy to help out,” Spike replied with a chuckle as Ember took her position standing above him on the bed. She carefully, with almost tantalizing slowness, bent down to lower herself. She briefly grasped at the tip of the two shafts, helping guide them. The lubed up cocks hit their marks perfectly. The uppermost shaft spreading open Ember’s womanhood and dipping inside while the lower one pressed into her puckered star. Ember released a soft shudder of delight as the first feelings of being filled crossed her. Despite her best efforts, she let out an adorable feminine moan as she slowly lowered herself a few more inches. “It-it’s not that good! Don’t be so proud of yourself!” Ember fumed to the smugly grinning Spike.

With a plop, Ember’s rear end finally found purchase on Spike’s body as her hands braced themselves on his abs, both of his shafts lodged deeply into the dragon’s frame.

“Ahhhh….” Ember moaned proudly through panted breaths. For a woman, it was a far different feeling to have two cocks from the same lover stuck inside her at the same time. Her tongue hung out of her agape mouth, a glazed expression clung to her face as she savored the pure feeling of fullness packed inside her.

Running his hands up her thighs and hips, Spike grinned himself, knowing the look well. To him, his two cocks were just two master keys that could click into place in any woman’ holes to unlock her heart. He bucked his hips upward, spearing his tools even deeper into Ember.

“S-S-Spike!!” Ember whined through a cloud of lusty pleasure as she collapsed forward onto Spike’s chest, her fall cushioned by her two mammaries as Spike’s cock slipped out slightly. That was all he needed. Hugging his arms around her he locked her into place, smiling as the rock hard nipples of his helpless lover grinded into him. Without a moment to lose, he rammed his twin members into Ember’s soaked holes with conviction.

“T-t-o-o-o f-fast!” Ember moaned, having previous pictured herself being on the one in control here. But even though she was on top she learned she was as much at Spike’s mercy than if he was above her and had her ankles pressed back to her head. Why the heck was he so good at this?

Even as the impacts from Spike’s relentless thrust shook her to her core, on top of flooding her mind with an intangible amount of pleasure, Ember attempted to push herself back up on Spike. Hopefully to regain some of her lost dignity and control in the situation. But she quickly found her legendary strength completely faded.

To Spike, it was an old trick the changelings had taught him. Going at a woman hard enough drains her of her strength, making them as strong as they should rightfully be, powerless to resist the man and his cock.

Ember’s vision flashed blurry as her cunt and rump were ruthlessly pumped into her first orgasm. “Aaaaahhhh f-fuck!” Ember cried, a small amount of drool escaping from her mouth. Spike let out a groan himself as Ember inner walls clamped down on his intruding members.

Ember groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Her body was telling her to enjoy this, but her mind, her dragon mind, yelled at her that she was losing this fight! She thought she could handle this… Memories were soon rushing back to her. It had always been her worry since the first day she realized how the world actually work. She knew her dad always wanted a son. She knew her dad wanted a male Dragon Lord. Ember was never able to free herself from the sneaking suspicion that she was merely pretending to be strong willed like a man… but deep down knowing she had been dealt the short stick from the start when she was born a girl. Was this why? Just because she was in heat?! Two rods of meat pistoning inside her holes was all it took to reduce her into a drooling, moaning, and quivering mess?! A look to Spike revealed he was doing none of those things. He was smiling at her, all while his hands ruthlessly groped her royal tits. To treat such an important part of a woman’s body like it was merely a toy for him, it was unthinkable! And yet, she felt herself wanting him to continue...

No!!! She couldn’t lose this fight! Her gender was just as equal to a male! Against her body’s wishes, her mind compelled her to continue the fight, to search for a way out! To her side, she found it. The Bloodstone Sceptre! Of course!

Before Ember could even try to reach for it, another orgasm shot through her body, locking up her muscles as she came for a second time. Her juices came gushing out and coating Spike’s groin in a lewd display completely unfitting for a ruler of a nation. Despite the ecstasy, Ember recoiled in shame and humiliation from what her own body put her through.

But the man didn’t care. The man accepted her for it. Rather, Spike slowed his double thrusts as he tenderly pet Ember’s head.

“Such a good girl…” Spike cooed. In hindsight, Spike considered he should have thought of something else to say. But this was the way the changelings taught him, and he couldn’t deny it was working all too well.

“Y-yess… I’m a gooood girl...” Ember panted lustfully as her body took over. All thoughts of retrieving the scepter gone from her orgasm-riddled mind. Her body was working on its own now, working with Spike as they changed position.

Ember found herself on the bottom now. Lying on her back, her thick flexible thighs pressed upwards until her ankles were at her neck. Ember didn’t even realize what she was doing as she locked her own arms around her bent back legs, ensuring those pesky limbs were far out of the way of those magnificent cocks. Ember got a brief view of them now. Both of them, throbbing and glazed with her juices.

One cockhead clicked into place between her cheeks, the other followed shortly after into her folds. Not a moment later did Spike thrust back in, spearing her open once more. He was done asking for permission, he was taking what he wanted. The man was in control now, as it should be.

Ember cried out now in unbridled pleasure, those two wonderfully perfect dragon cocks hitting even deeper inside her now! If the other dragons saw her like this… her holding her legs back, her giant breasts swinging wildly on her chest, her moaning like a common whore… she would have been overthrown in a day! But Ember didn’t care. If being weak and submissive to a man’s desires meant she got to feel this amazing, she would have chosen it for a thousand lifetimes.

Spike’s expression was growing more labored as his own peak neared. He shared Ember’s desire for this wonderful moment of theirs to never end, but it seemed Ember’s walls had a thing to say about that judging from the way they hugged his cocks.

Three thrusts. Two thrusts. One final thrust and Spike hilted his two proud cocks into Ember’s slender frame as deep as they could possible go. As if Ember’s body took the cue, her walls clamped down tight with the Dragon Lord’s third orgasm, milking Spike’s shaft just as he to exploded inside her.

Ember let out a loud scream as her body quivered and rocked with the most powerful orgasm of her young life. Spike groaning himself in blissful pleasure as his twin cocks pumped his entire cum supply into his lover in an endless frothy torrent. The first time a man’s seed touched Ember’s womb was magnificent… She felt the unbearably hot, manly substance as it was injected deep inside her, the potent virile cum quickly filling her womb and bum to capacity and rushing outside. Two white seals of the cum formed around the two pulsing dragon cocks lodged within her before leaking out onto the bed below.

Ember let loose her legs and collapsed on the bed, a happy smile etched onto her mouth. No longer was she concerned over being born into the weaker gender, now finding she was rather blessed in that regard. Only a woman could feel such soul shaking pleasure, bestowed on them from such wonderful cocks.

Today marked the first day in her life, Ember was glad to be born a woman. It felt like all her burdens and stresses were lifted off her at once… like for once, everything in the world suddenly made sense. The Dragon Lord lovingly petted her slightly expanded belly, now full to the brim and beyond with Spike’s spunk. There was no doubt in her mind now that she was pregnant. A pregnancy that would finally bring an end to her infernal heat cycle.

“G-good job… Spike,” Ember cooed gently.

Spike stood proudly over his latest conquest. The sight of a content woman lying below with his white leaking out between her legs was a sight he was all to used to seeing since the changeling moved into Equestria. Though speaking of the changelings, what exactly was their protocol now?

His dicks were still slick with a mixture of Ember’s juices and his cum. A changeling would probably make the woman clean him off at this point. Or if she was asleep, he would probably clean his cock on her hair. But more importantly, Spike gave a stare over to his bags. He was sure Twilight would have packed a few dozen sex slave collars in there. A changeling would take this moment to collar the bare neck of his prize, marking her as his official property. Then he would take her back home with him and do the same thing to her for the rest of their days. Heck, even better, a changeling in his spot would do something even better and make a grab for the Bloodstone Sceptre. With that in hand, he would order all dragons to fly to Equestria and surrender to Chrysalis’s forces.

But again, no, Spike wasn’t going to do that now. Instead, he grinned to himself, knowing he was better than the changelings. He didn’t need to enslave women to satisfy himself! No matter how cute and sexy they looked without their clothes on…

Spike lowered himself, joining Ember lying down on the bed’s mattress below. He leaned over and planted a loving peck on the dragoness’s cheek.

No, Ember would remain a free independent woman, and as a ruler of all dragonkind. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted! Spike knew Ember didn’t have to be his personal plaything, and their relationship would be all the more better because of it. This was what Equestria needed, and what made living in the Dragon Lands all the more worth it.

Quietly and wordlessly Spike nuzzled into Ember’s side as the two of them prepared for their most peaceful slumber in years.

Spike yawned early the next morning, rolling over in his bed and hooking one arm around the naked frame of his recent lover. Except… Ember wasn’t in bed with him to be the little spoon.

The soft clicking drew Spike’s attention to the other parts of the chambers. There was Ember, happily humming to herself as she put on her armor. Though, for some reason, it wasn’t the bikini-like piece she wore yesterday, but rather, the full armor set Ember had worn during the Gauntlet of Fire. The set she wore for the sole purpose of it leaving almost everything to the imagination…

“Finally up, huh?” Ember grinned as she fastened the metal into place on her body. Spike let loose a nervous swallow thinking how difficult it would be to get such intricate armor off his recent lover’s body.

“What are you…?” Spike asked before stopping quickly in his tracks. Ember wasn’t Twilight. He had to remember that the Dragon Lord wasn’t a sex slave ordered to greet him and his morning wood with a under-the-blanket blowjob. But… maybe if he asked nicely? “I mean ummmmm… last night was a lot of fun, right?” Spike shot in suddenly. “You think you’re up for another round?”

Ember released a soft laugh, only to stop upon noticing Spike’s expression. “Wait, are you serious?” The dragon didn’t answer but his silence told her ‘yes’. “You know last night was just me dealing with my heat… right? All us dragon girls go through it around this time.” Spike was speechless. “Oh… right. I forgot you might not know that. Growing up with ponies and everything. Just go rut them if you’re getting pent up again.”

“And…. ummm… how often do you go into heat exactly?” Spike asked.

“Ehhhh, every five to six years I hear, give or take,” Ember answered casually, fasting in the last piece of armor Spike was getting the distinct feeling wasn’t going to be coming off anytime soon… “Speaking of which…” Ember said now, grabbing the Bloodstone Sceptre as she approached Spike with a low threatening growl. “If you tell anyonewhat took place here last night I’ll make sure to order you to rip out your tongue with your own claws. Got it?!”

There was the Ember Spike knew and… loved? He quickly and nervously nodded to the Dragon Lord.

“Good…” Ember smiled. “You’re lucky I don’t punish you anyway for that stunt you pulled in bed. But I guess you can just say you owe me one. Later!” The dragonlord waltzed out, Spike couldn’t even stare at her rear end seeing how concealed it was under the armor.

According to Twilight, the smallest frame of measurable time was a Planck time unit, approximately 5.39 × 10−44 of a second. Well, Spike found himself doubting his decision to live in the Dragon Lords before one of those had even passed.