Author's Note

Well, folks... You asked for Spike? You got it as well as plenty of additional content! There are no less than six sections here, three of which are given over to our favorite drake! The latter has trigger warnings for gay sex (oral and anal), some slightly questionable consent, involuntary transformations and probably the unlikeliest ship imaginable--namely, a newly adolescent Spike x Mister and Mrs. Cake!

Other sections include the beginnings of Nightmarity x Blueblood and Eclipse x Annie, as well as Annie Smith attempting the forcible conversion of Starlight and Trixie for some futa x male and FxFF noncon, respectively, though nothing too explicit as the chapter is meant to be given over to Spike.

There is plenty of varied and very adult action as well as a lot of scene-buliding here. Enjoy! And apologies to prereaders for not waiting to release, but I did promise it this weekend. Thanks to Leo Archon, AJ_Aficionado and Silentwoodfire for prereading what I had! Sorry for not waiting, Denim_Blue, but it was time and I think you’ll like the first appearance of Nightmarity!

16: Hoard and Harem

Prince Blueblood was beside himself.

That DREADFUL Discord! How could he do such a thing to me? he asked himself over and over, the intensity of the nightmares the Chaos God had conjured still holding power over him; all his deepest personal fears brought to life. I am the Crown Prince of Equestria, and he treats me as little more than his personal PLAYTHING?!

That he had in fact challenged Discord himself was lost on the Prince as he shivered uncontrollably beneath his old Gryphon War-era Royal Navy’s Admiral uniform like he’d just woken up from a bad dream. He all but tore off the lock to his personal bar, desperate for some form of acceptable alcohol to soothe his frazzled nerves, only to find that the Chaos God’s tricks were not exhausted—every bottle of his personal cider stock had been converted back to apple juice, not fit for adult consumption!

“What? NO!” he exclaimed as he checked each bottle and turn and found that everything—even the gryphon rum and buffalo whiskey he so treasured and had such difficulty procuring—had been somehow un-brewed and de-fermented back into their base ingredients! The ales tasted like granola, and the rum was now just a mess of molasses with not an ounce of alcohol to their names.

In desperation for anything to calm his frazzled nerves, he went to his last resort—Lunar Moonshine, which he’d bribed one of Luna’s Night Guards to procure for him. Inside an arcanocite lockbox that only his aura could open, it should have been invisible to all magic and perfectly protected for it, but even that had been reduced to its base ingredients; a final humiliation on the night.

With that, he flung the bottle in his aura against the wall, shattering it, not caring about the mess.

No alcohol… no won bet… no wish… I was humiliated in front of everypony… Auntie is now in Discord’s clutches being used for Luna-knows-what… and I am now a laughingstock to all who SAW me! So how could this night possibly get any WORSE? he wondered as he looked at his haggard form in the mirror… which suddenly rippled hard and showed not his reflection against the backdrop of his own private quarters, but the darkened interior of some kind of tailoring shop.

“Wha—?” Was all he got out before the edges glowed with a purplish hue and a series of glittering aural tendrils at least slightly reminiscent of Luna’s magic erupted and snared him by the forelegs and shortly the rest of his body, wrapping around him repeatedly before pulling him back towards the oval portal.

”What? Unhoof me!”he demanded, only to find the pull was inexorable; he could resist it with neither his hooves or his magic and worse, the tendrils showed no concern for his princely body, running themselves over his form repeatedly and all but feeling him up, squeezing his flanks and groping his apples; even teasing his sheath right through his costume uniform!

He might have protested anew at being treated like a common Comfort Horse, but his muzzle was shortly plugged by another tendril, which he swore briefly took an obscene shape. He had no time to consider the implications as he was pulled right through the mirror and then unceremoniously deposited on the wooden floor of an unknown shop.

He knew not where he was as the sound of thunder and rainfall made itself known, but he quickly realized he wasn’t alone. “An Admiral’s outfit? Really?” a distantly familiar female voice asked in a mixture of amusement and disgust. “Even if the epaulettes weren’t grotesquely overdone, and the base colors incorrect—Royal Navy officer uniforms were midnight blue, not indigo!—the tunic should open to the right, not the left! Once I rule Equestria, I believe I will have to visit your tailor to punish them for such sloppy efforts!” she sniffed. “In any event, I find you quite unworthy of even such a poor imitation, my dear prince! So I will now relieve you of it!”

With that, her horn glowed in a powerful deep purple that caused him to levitate and the threads of his custom-made Naval uniform to instantly unravel, just as rapidly rewinding themselves around various sewing spools that orbited him, quickly stripping him bare and then depositing his naked form on the floor before her, in a moonbeam spotlight through one small break in the stormy skies outside.

“Much better. I do hate to see such magnificent materials wasted on such a shoddy effort! But no matter. Such a fine physique you have, Prince Blueblood! Such a pity it is paired with such a pompous and ugly personality!” she proclaimed as the now-full spools restowed themselves in various shelves and drawers.

With that, her voice finally clicked, fresh memories of Discord’s final nightmare causing his insides to clench hard in both fear and revulsion. “Rarity?” Blueblood spat out in sudden recognition, his indignation swelling along with, to his surprise, his stallionhood as he got his first whiff of a strange perfume in the air, his shaft peeking out of its sheath.

“You dare to coltnap me right out of my own quarters? The Princesses will have your head for this! Release me and return me home this instant, you uncouth, ill-bred sow!” A series of low growls and hisses erupted around him at that, and it was only then he became aware of a series of ominously glowing eyes, two sets of green, one red, and two blue—though their owners remained in shadow.

Rarity only chuckled at that. “Now, now, my loyal pets. He might need to be taught some manners, but every Queen requires a consort! And once properly conditioned, he will do nicely.”

“H-how dare you!” Blueblood worked up some defiance even as his excitement—and his malehood—inexplicably continued to swell, not sure he wanted to know what she meant by ‘converted’. “I want nothing to do with you, you gold-digging nag! I would sooner be a court jester than your consort!” he proclaimed through hot cheeks, cursing the sudden twitch of his nearly rigid shaft, turning away fractionally to hide it from her and whoever her friends were.

He could just see her her head lowering and eyes narrowing at that, even though she was barely visible as a silhouette within the shadows. “That could be arranged, my defrocked and shortly-to-be-deflowered Prince. So I suggest you mind your tongue, as I intend it to be used for things that do not require that you speak!”

“Mistress? You need not tolerate such terrible disrespect,” a mare’s voice with a heavy Roamanean accent offered beneath a pair of glowing azure eyes, taking a soundless step towards him along with the second set of identically-hued eyes beside her; Blueblood swore he heard the odd whisper of wings in the air as they moved. “We can charm the good Prince properly if you let us!” she all but sang the last words, the very sound of her voice causing his knees to go weak and will itself start to ebb, making him feel warm and tingly; for the first time in danger of surrender as a means to an increasingly desperate need for sexual release.

A feeling that, to his increasing alarm and consternation, only grew as her companion spoke next. “Indeed. Let my sister and I have him! Even before our new gifts, we had ways to deal with unruly patrons. If you do not wish him charmed, our spitroast special should do wonders for his temperament!” a second, nearly identical female voice promised, somehow quickly circling him in an odd fashion. “And we won’t even have to use strap-ons this time!”

“A tempting offer,” Rarity agreed as Blueblood’s discomfort increased, getting the distinct feeling he was being treated as little more than a piece of meat. “But as much as I might enjoy witnessing your work—I do so enjoy seeing professionals in action!—I think not. As his affront was to me, and started long before this, his conquest is my responsibility, and I want him fully aware for it!”she announced in lazy anticipation, causing Blueblood’s heart to quicken; he swore he could all but feel his apples swelling beneath his tail as he started to realize she meant something sexual.

Disappointed noises erupted around her at that. “Fear not, my sensual servants. For I am a generous Queen, and be assured you’ll each get your turn with our good prince. But for now? He’s mine!” She audibly licked her lips at that. “Now, my dear Blueblood, if you’ll be so kind as to turn around and present yourself, we’ll get down to business properly!”

“What? Turn around? What are you doing? Stay back!” He ignited his horn, cursing its pinkish hue—a sign of unicorn arousal—trying to remember the half-learned self-defense spells he’d been taught long ago, or failing that, his teleport lessons, even if he’d never been able to make it more than a few yards before.

But Rarity detected and blocked his clumsy efforts, casting a restriction spell that manifested itself into a glowing ring of violet suddenly appearing around the base of his horn, blocking any further magic use. “Leaving so soon, my good Prince? I think not!” she told him gleefully. “You’re going to be staying at my side for a very long time!”

Abruptly, Blueblood blinked, then smiled and to the astonishment of all, began to chuckle. “Wait—this isn’t real, is it? This is another trick, isn’t it, Discord?” he called out into the air. “Well, I’m not falling for it! You already won the bet, so kindly stop toying with me or I’ll tell Fluttershy on you!” He had gathered long before from gossip and gleaned information that the Element of Kindness was Discord’s weakness, and invoking her was the quickest way to make him back down.

Rarity simply stared at him as the others fell silent for just a moment before they burst out laughing; a mixture of equine and more animalistic sounds erupting from their shadowed forms. “Well. It would appear that Denial is not simply a river in Steedgypt,” she mused idly as to Blueblood’s renewed consternation Discord did not answer him—before, he had always appeared with an immediate and very witty riposte, but he had not here! “Fear not; I will deal with that obnoxious and overconfident clod of a Chaos God later. He was a constant thorn in my side even dating back to ancient times, but no longer! His power turned to my designs will make the going much easier, and I already know how to make him mine!

“But all in good time. Though for once, my good prince, I must thank you! For you have given me an excellent idea!” Her horn glowed as the surroundings rippled, shortly transforming into a stunningly good facsimile of a royal bedroom of a Steedgyptian palace, complete with bed, pool and torch sconces which shortly ignited, bathing the area in unnatural bluish flames. It was only then that Blueblood got a full look at the shadowed shapes surrounding him, and it was all he could do not to faint as he beheld:

Two half-Timberwolf earth ponies with green-glowing eyes and impossibly large canine erections.

Two winged creatures straight out of Grazian mythology with serpentine hindquarters and pony forequarters, their chests studded with a single gem and their webwings allowing them to hover in the air, the pair also sporting dual dragonhoods, each tapered length even longer than his.

A being barely recognizable as Rarity’s friend Fluttershy hanging upside down from a rafter with her bat-like wings wrapped around her, red eyes glittering as her long tongue licked the entire circumference of her muzzle, then flaring her wings to show off her own long and narrow malehood, easily a foot long.

And Rarity herself, still steeped in shadow but larger, darker, and now possessing the slitted cat eyes he’d only seen on Auntie Luna the one time she’d gotten not just angry, but utterly enraged in his presence after he’d appropriated her personal chariot for a drunken joyride with one of her younger servants.

He barely had time to register them all and gape before magic tendrils reached out from her horn and snared him again, yanking him backwards onto the Steedgyptian-style bed and securing his limbs to the corners, making him the centerpiece of the scene in the moonlight.

“And there we are! At long last, my reluctant Prince, I finally have you right where I want you!” Rarity announced, then snickered as she noticed his stiff and throbbing stallionhood. “And from the looks of it, it is in fact a place you very much want to be!”

“B-but…” was all Blueblood could say as his painfully evident erection was now displayed for all to behold as he lay belly-up on the bed; its tip already drooling a thin stream onto his torso.

“Why so shy, my Prince? I thought you would have liked the chance to show off your wares, utterly inadequate to its intended task though it currently is,” she gave what he had always thought was his substantial stallionhood an amused nod. “Fear not; we’ll soon take care of that!”

“What? What’s happening? What are you doing to me?” he asked in increasing panic; his fear only increasing his arousal further as he found himself impossibly at the transformed Rarity’s mercy, reaching the terrifying conclusion that Discord was not behind his predicament. This… is… REAL? His shaft twitched hard at the thought.

“What am I doing? Why, isn’t it obvious, my prissy peacock of a Prince?” Rarity asked rhetorically with a toothy grin, her slitted eyes and pointed teeth all but glowing white against the darkness of the room before she finally stepped into the light of the moon herself, causing the Crown Prince of Equestria to gape at her new nightmarish appearance; see her much darker coat and longer horn and mane complemented impossibly by an enormous stallionhood and massive set of apples that dwarfed his own hanging beneath her belly. “I have some brand new equipment to break in. And for its first use…” Her predatory grin got even wider.

“It’s going up your plot, darling!”

Blueblood could only scream like a schoolfilly as Rarity closed in.

Spike stumbled backwards as his twin drakehoods climaxed directly into the Cakes’ waiting muzzles as he held them in place; the release at least momentarily sating him. He stumbled back for a moment, his pair of tapered organs slipping from their maws and silky tongues, a thin stream of weakly glowing fluid still connecting their lips to the slightly elevated tips of his organs.

“Whoa…” He flexed his new wings and realized he was now looking down at the pair from at least a half a foot above even the previously much taller Mister cake, who he saw had acquired dragon-like eyes and a tongue to match his wife. “I like this!” he said in a much deeper voice than before, glancing up at the wall mirror to see that his snout had grown and teeth had lengthened.

“Oh, Spike…” Mrs. Cake closed her eyes and licked her lips of the young drake’s thick and exotic cream, weakly illuminated in the low light of the shop, the firegems in Jack and Judy-o-Lanterns out for Nightmare Night decoration casting an eerie orange glow over everything and making her new reptilian eyes shine yellow. “That was amazing!" She was only vaguely aware of the changes to her body at that point, dimly aware she was now able to see heat, with Spike’s internal fire showing up clearly in his upper chest.

“But… that’s…” Carrot Cake was looking down in confusion at his pulsing twin organs, not unlike Spike’s dual dragonhood except they retained most of their equine attributes, not as tapered and still possessing a medial ridge though some additional bumps were showing up along the top along the entire length.

“Whoa… you give some amazing oral, Mister C!” Spike praised, flaring his wings and experimentally taking flight into a hover for the first time. Under any other circumstances, he would have been more interested and delighted with the latter, shaking off the pieces of stone from which they had grown in his accelerated molt, which settled into a layer of dust on the floor. “I mean, look how big you both made me!” He motioned to his now nearly-ten inch organs, each nearly as long as Carrot Cake’s himself and already fully rigid again.

Cup Cake watched with her new thermal sight as her husband’s cheeks got even hotter. “But I’m not a…” the words colt-cuddler caught in his maw at the memory that he had, in fact, not only done it but immensely enjoyed it—and worse, he wanted to do it again! He could vividly remember the taste and feel of the organ in his mouth and how hungrily he had suckled it; feel the hot dragon spunk going down his throat and soaking into his very system.

Changing him from within.

Making him want to change and rut even more!

“N-not a…” he tried denying his own desires again in a shaky voice as he sensed his teeth growing more pointed with every word he spoke along with his own arousal; the want and very need to taste the dragon’s spicy cream again, get more of the deliciously heady and strangely addictive magic Spike was imparting into him.

His senses now fully attuned to the passions of those around him, Spike instantly noticed both his change in the scent at the increase of heat in his organ, glowing brighter. “Not what?” he challenged with a toothy grin, bumping the shopkeeper’s nose with his leftmost organ. “Not part of my new harem?” The word came surprisingly easy.

“H-harem?” Carrot Cake repeated dumbly, his altered and doubled stallionhood twitching with his pounding heart beneath his swordspony costume as even more of Spike’s sweet yet fiery scent, not unlike a mixture of cinnamon and cayenne, soaked into his nose.

“You… you mean it, Spike?” Mrs. Cake asked in some wonder, reaching beneath her belly with a hoof to pleasure herself openly at the sight of her husband sniffing and licking at the young drake’s anatomy, amazed and delighted that he had grown up so quickly, and right before her eyes! She’d always taken a motherly view of him before, but now…? “You actually want us to be your mates?” she found herself barely daring to hope.

Spike blinked at that momentarily, a brief moment of doubt consuming him only to realize:. “Well… yeah! You, Mister C… everypony here!” he proclaimed, spreading his wings to encompass everything he could see. “Everypony’s always been so nice to me here, and where else can I get the best gem cupcakes in the business? Spiked with a little Prench Vanilla, that is…” he teased, turning to and licking Mrs. Cake’s cheek.

“You can have all you want, dear. And from here on out, you can call me Cup Cake,” she invited, beginning to make out with him in earnest as Spike felt her husband’s increasingly hot breath washing over each of his dragonhoods in turn. “I’ll give you all the cream and sugar you could possibly want!” She pushed her mammaries into his leg and began to grind herself against his knee.

Spike nearly climaxed on the spot again, recognizing how truly beautiful and desirable the matronly mare was, realizing only then that he still hadn’t actually, formally taken her. Or Mister CAKE! He grinned toothfully at the thought, but it was quickly interrupted.

“Hey! What about us?” Noteworthy asked pouting, his own smaller cock throbbing as he watched the scene unfold. “The eyes? And the second stallionhood? I want them too!” he all but pleaded even as the other three mares nuzzled his existing apples and hardness, leaving him barely able to stand for their stimulation.

Spike gave him a toothy grin and then sat back on a reading lounge chair in the waiting area that was slowly getting too small for him and spread his legs wide, his twin organs now twice their original size along with the rest of him, adding some additional enticing vapor to the air with a puff of his green flame.

“Well, then, Notey… you know what you have to do!” He invited him forward even as he pulled the Cakes back into his embrace, reaching low to fondle Cup Cake’s full teats and cup Carrot Cake’s balls, trading kisses with both. “So get to it! My ‘cocks’ won’t suck themselves, as humans say!”

Not just Noteworthy but Sea Swirl, Amethyst Star and Raindrops all fell over each other trying to reach them.

Ponies constantly worshipping ME? A drake could get USED to this! Was the last coherent thought he had as he laid back to allow the others to pleasure him, closing his eyes and rumbling his enjoyment while puffing some more allure into the air.

Of all the ways Starlight Glimmer ever thought she might meet her defeat, it was not at the hooves of an elderly earth pony mare with Timberwolf powers who had been reverted to youth by a sexually transmitted curse.

The young unicorn and magical prodigy had never felt so close to surrender as she did at that moment in Twilight’s private study, caught between the onslaught of apple bloom aphrodisiacs, the growing limbs of the revived treehouse pulling apart her legs and the tendrils already teasing the edges of her exquisitely engorged marehood.

The urge to give in grew steadily as the latter sent electric shocks of pure pleasure through her, imploring and enticing her to let her coming climax—and thus, the curse—overtake her; mold her as it saw fit. Despite that, she couldn’t help but wonder with some surprisingly academic interest what she would become for it; whether she would be turned into a Timberwolf as well, or if some other transformation would result.

In any event, she realized she did not have long to wait as the phallic object created from the wood of the treehouse neared, preparing to penetrate her despite all her efforts to hold it back. And as stimulated as she was, she realized with some horror, its mere touch alone might push her over the edge!

Worse, the former Granny Smith could easily recognize that. “Stop fighting it, you two! It’s gonna happen, so ya may as well just enjoy it!” she told them, only to stop and think. “Or on second thought, don’t! Now that I think about it, ya’ll ‘er just turning me on even more by resisting!” she licked her lips as she openly leered at her captured quarry.

“Granny… please stop!” Starlight begged, firing off a weak beam from her horn that might have put the other mare to sleep under better circumstances, firing off the same spell she had used on Pinkie earlier, sparing just enough of her aura while trying to hold the other mare’s mastery of flora back with levitation spells, wondering if she dared drop her guard long enough to go for her longbow again—and what good it would do her even if she could reach it. “I don’t wanna hurt you!”

“Don’t worry! Ya can’t!” Annie promised. “With all my youth back, any wound you give me Ah can heal, and yer feeble magic ain’t gonna affect me either! Ah mean, a sleep spell? Really?” Granny smirked behind her green glowing eyes, now licking her muzzle with a canine tongue. “Even if Ah was still old, it ain’t very effective, Glimmer!”

“But Trixie does not want to be cursed! Trixie is already perfect!” a dazed Trixie continued to insist even as her teats were teased on her belly, her faltering aura only barely able to hold the tendrils out of her marehood.

“Perfect, eh?” Annie smirked in amusement. “Well, Ah don’t know about that, young ‘un—think Ah can lay claim to that title mahself now! But let’s see what happens when a little Timberwolf magic gets into ya!” she suggested, increasing the growth rate of the vines, causing them to push in even harder. “Now Ah admit Ah ain’t sure what exactly this’ll do to ya’ll, but reckon we’re gonna have fun findin’ out!”

Trixie’s tightly shut eyes snapped open at that. “No! No! Trixie does not want to be transformed!” she pleaded from beside Starlight, and then, acting purely on panicked instinct, she overrode her own arousal to fire off a full array of magical fireworks from her horn, which bounced and burst all around the room, filling it with smoke and sparks. Annie flinched from the latter, her concentration and control over her flora constructs briefly broken; her grip on them relaxing for a moment and allowing Starlight to regain a measure of focus in turn.

“Dagnabbit, filly! That hurt! I’m tryin’ to be nice here, but if you’re gonna make this hard, fine!” she said through coughs as the tendrils tightened down on them again, binding them in place.

It was then Starlight realized: “Hurt? Wait… fire… Fire! That’s it!”With that, she abruptly remembered the arrows on her back, several of which she had already charged with incendiary spells when they had first heard Timberwolf howls. “Sorry, Granny…” she said through gritted teeth as she plucked one from her quiver and stabbed it into the ground in front of the reeling other mare, then triggered it.

It erupted with a bright flash and burst of flame that was enough to burn her cheeks from radiant heat alone, the carpet catching fire and quickly spreading throughout its length, forming a barrier between them. “Ah!” Annie Smith recoiled from the blaze as all Timberwolves did, leaping back and abandoning control of her flora constructs.

“Trixie! Smoke bomb!” Starlight ordered as she freed them from their bindings, and charged with fear and adrenaline, Trixie obeyed instantly, tossing it with her magic towards the ceiling where it burst and quickly filled the room with a bluish haze. Unable to see or approach them through the still-burning floor or the choking smoke, Granny screamed in thwarted desire as Starlight broke their bonds with the short unicorn blade on her belt and then blew out the window with an explosive arrow, magically threw both the message book and a startled and shortly shrieking Trixie out it and then levitated them both down, praying that Twilight wouldn’t suddenly appear.

To her relief, she did not as they soft-landed on the grass by the castle in the rain, then began to run despite their lingering arousal and trembling limbs. “Good thinking, Starlight! But how did you know that would work?” a relieved Trixie asked as she galloped alongside her friend and lover.

Starlight grinned wanly at that. “I just remembered something from a game in the human world—fire beats grass. It’s super-effective…” she said shakily as they reached the edge of the teleport suppression field Twilight had laid, then she winked them both out.

As the night wore on and he found himself the center of sensual attention of no less than six ponies, Spike was beginning to decide that his priorities—to say nothing of those of dragons in general—had been badly misplaced.

What was wrong with me? What was I ever THINKING? he asked himself as often as he came, releasing his spunk down the throat of two of the other four ponies in turn. Despite his eagerness, Sea Swirl and Raindrops had gotten the first batch, while Noteworthy had to wait with Amethyst Star for the second. The first two had quickly fallen back to accept and revel in the changes to their bodies his seed had imparted, finding themselves starting to acquire scales as well as new tongues and eyes as they made out at his feet, keeping his tail pressed between their nether regions, grinding it into the marehoods.

Some colored smoke leaked out around the edges of their muzzles as they kissed, their heady scents reminding him somewhat of the incense Zecora occasionally liked to burn and had even given him and the CMC to ‘assist’ their lovemaking sessions.

The CMC… he thought briefly with another lick of his lips, now feeling far less guilty over cheating on them than not having them there with him.

They should be here! He thought as Noteworthy and Amethyst Star took their turn with his twin organs, leaving him amazed at how quickly he was able to go again, savoring the sound of being called ‘stud’ as well as various other choice terms he’d never heard addressed to him before, their bodies if not very souls surrendered to him, his to do with as he saw fit!

Where dragons normally acquired a hoard, he realized he had found something far more valuable. I mean, Gold? Gems? What’s the point? he asked himself over and over as he reveled in his own ecstasy as well as the knowledge that he was giving it to others.

What’s a hoard compared to… to a HAREM? he asked himself happily, taking a moment to admire the whole scene in the mirror as Noteworthy and Amethyst continued to pleasure his twin phalluses; his own hidden dragon apples swelling again within his body and starting to bulge out his nether regions slightly as a fresh but steady trickle of translucent seed continued dribbling from his drakehood tips. It was quickly lapped down by the pony pair kneeling between his knees as he laid back on the lounge, his legs spread wide with an arm and wing around each Cake, groping and kissing them to his heart’s content.

With his body still growing—he was now nearly as large as Twilight’s human friends, he reflected, leaving him wondering idly for a moment how his new stature would change his form if he crossed the portal now—he put all the skill he’d acquired from his time with the CMC to work by pleasuring multiple ponies at once, using his tongue and talons to good effect, stroking and probing each of their bodies, causing even Mister Cake to squirm beneath his efforts as his hybrid phalluses and apples were fondled.

He did not neglect horns or wings either, as he had learned well from Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo how best to pleasure them, wrapping his tongue around Sea Swirl’s horn as she pleasured his cock while kneading the flight muscles and teasing the feathers of Raindrops with his talons beside her. He was even able to bring his lengthening tail into play, the spade on the end proving itself an excellent—and fully controllable—toy; more than once did he surprise the mares by slipping it inside their sodden marehoods, feeling their muscles clamp down on it and finding himself with even more sensitivity in the appendage for it, one dragons normally only used for balance while standing or stability in flight.

But such thoughts were lost as his body tensed again for yet another release, taking and holding a deep breath before releasing it in a puff of green flame that he had just enough cognizance to dissipate short of the ceiling, adding even more sweet but hot scented vapors to the air inside the shop which was now growing hazy not just from his smoky breath but those of his new mates.

And yet, despite all the stimulation and despite the changes that were still consuming him, he never lost focus or sight of his new purpose—to share himself and his new allure with all his friends! “Come on, Notey. You said you wanted the twin cocks? This is how you get it!” Spike told him in his now much deeper voice as he held the stallion’s head down until the flow was complete and the transformation had begun, watching in mild fascination as a second stallionhood indeed sprouted and quickly grew into place along the first, his second stallion lover acquiring some scales on his belly around the area as well. “There you go. So what do you think?” He gave the stallion’s mane an affectionate ruffle as Noteworthy stared back with a dazed expression.

“Wh-what do I think?” Noteworthy all but leapt on top of Spike and begin grinding his twin organs into Spike’s barely softened ones while desperately trying to make out with him. “I love it! I love you!” he told him while laying nibbles and kisses with his newly pointed teeth and tongue all over Spike’s face. “I love all you guys!”

A chuckling Spike tolerated that for a few seconds before gently pushing him away. “Easy there, lover-colt. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but this is just the start. I’ve got other plans for you guys now!”

“Other… plans?” A still shaky Mister Cake asked, staring down in disbelief at Spike’s large right paw resting on his flank, watching as it began to caress his own erect and still-throbbing stallionhoods yet again, the young drake having already removed his costume and stripped the older stallion down to his bare body.

“That’s right, Mister C!” he gave him a toothy grin. “I know exactly what I want to do now! And because you guys have always been so nice to me, I’m thinking I’m gonna start with you and Mrs. C first!”

“You… are?” Mrs. Cake--Cup Cake, Spike corrected his own thought, even if he found it initially strange to call her that way—said. “What do you want us to do?”

“What indeed?” he asked in a rhetorical tone, causing the rest of the ponies present to hold their breath in expectation of the answer. With that, Spike stood up and stretched, showing off his newly large and lithe form; his height now the equal of any adolescent dragon and leaving him in some danger of bumping his paws on the ceiling lights as he flexed them over his head to show off his new chest and thrust out his organs in offering. With that, he padded softly through the midst of his new mates and grabbed the large circular table he’d sat at previously, sliding it over without any effort. He then picked up a startled Mrs. Cake with surprising ease, amazed at his new strength as he laid her down on the tablecloth, facing away from him, her body at his hip level.

“Up you go, Cup Cake! You too, Mister C—or should I call you Carrot now?” he asked with a knowing leer. “I love you both so much, I’m gonna do you both at once!” he announced to mingled sounds of excitement and disappointment from the others. “Don’t worry, everypony gets a turn. But they go first!” he announced quickly, licking his lips in anticipation.

“You’re going to…” Cup Cake instantly and instinctively flagged her tail as she realized his intentions.

“Do us both…” Carrot Cake felt like he was going to faint at the suggestion, his knees going weak beneath him, still in shock at what was happening to them all.

“At once?” the others chorused in excitement, all but clinging and rubbing up against each other in eager expectation of a show

“That’s right! So come on, Mister C! Don’t be shy!” Spike invited with a come-hither motion of a single talon, one that Carrot Cake was stunned to find himself automatically obeying, walking forward somewhat stilt-legged, not just out of compelled obedience to his new Dragon Lord’s orders—Dragon Lord? Where did THAT come from? he had the confused but fleeting thought—but because he genuinely wanted to! “After all, I said I’d share, didn’t I?” Spike pointed out.

“Sh-share?” Carrot Cake felt his legs take another halting step forward.

A point that was only driven home as Spike continued to entice him. “That’s right. So hop on up, Carrot Cake! You know, my other cock won’t tuck itself!” He patted the table surface and then released another cloud of fiery smoke into the air; the mingled cinnamon and cayenne scents causing the stallion’s still-resisting head to swim, everything about the situation both incredibly wrong and yet somehow unbelievably right. He could still keenly remember performing oral on the previously much smaller drake; remember the taste and feel of his organ as well as the tingling passage of the dragon lad’s paws over his sensitive flesh, endlessly teasing and arousing him…

Making him and Cup Cake his!

We’re… HIS? he repeated to himself in disbelief as he found himself moving forward, as if in a trance, realizing that between his overwhelming arousal and desire to please his new master, there was nothing he could do to stop it!

Before he knew it, he had climbed up onto the table and laid beside his wife, flagging his tail to present himself fully to their new dragon lord along with her.

For one of the few times since she had discovered her Timberwolf powers, Annie Smith found herself cursing them, not for having them but for their one weakness.

“That danged Starlight Glimmer! That was a dirty trick!” She proclaimed to nopony in particular as she pulled herself up and quickly healed her few singes from the young unicorn’s incendiary arrow and fireworks, drawing power from the revived treehouse wood to do so, using some broad leaves to wave the smoke away. “You and yer marefriend got lucky once, little filly. But you won’t again! Soon as Ah find ya’ll, reckon Ah’ll screw that plot of yers so hard you’ll—!”

There was a flash of light at that moment accompanied by a small popping sound that announced the arrival of a new pony, her magic aura instantly recognizable to the Apple Family Matriarch even in its corrupted state. “Hello, Annie,” a voice called out from behind her; it’s owner immediately casting a spell to disperse the smoke. “It is good to see our evolution agrees with you. I have to say, I’m impressed. You’ve mastered your Timberwolf powers quite well if the curse saw fit to do nothing but revert your age and give you a new outlook.”

“Twilight Sparkle,” Annie acknowledged even before she turned to face her, taking her altered appearance in stride. “Some fancy threads ya got there. So ya gone all coltic bat-pony on us, now? Fitting, Ah guess. Just stay away from mah orchards, and Ah reckon we’ll get along just fine!”

Her host chuckled. “I’m a thestral, not a fruit bat, though I admit I do find myself with an odd craving for both meat and mangos now. And you may call me Eclipse,” she said as she sketched a bow to the older mare, admiring her freshly youthful form. “The new Queen of Equestria.”

“Queen, huh?” Annie smirked as she likewise looked the other mare over from head to hoof, though her tone and expression remained unimpressed. “Word o’ warning, there, filly—Ah never much liked following rules; only making ‘em! And since Ah’m still as horny as all get-out after Glimmer and Lulamoon got away, Ah might just take it out on you!” Her tendrils revived and began reaching out for Eclipse while her apple blooms released a fresh wave of aphrodisiac magic into the air.

Far from perturbed, Eclipse only smiled, making a show of inhaling the heady aroma deeply. “That could be fun. I admit overcoming your mastery of Timberwolf magic would be a challenge, and one I would relish! But business before pleasure. Time is pressing, Annie Smith, and I want my control over Ponyville consolidated before sunrise. Your Timberwolf powers would go a long way towards helping me do that. So why not join me?”

“Join ya? Now there’s an interesting offer. Okay, I’ll humor you, Queenie—so what’s in it for me?” Annie asked as her tendrils began very slowly and tantalizingly snaking around Eclipse’s limbs, who made no attempt to stop them. “Best answer quickly, Sparkle, while you still can!”

Eclipse paused long enough to admire the other mare’s talent; the precision with which Annie could control all her floral constructs at once, watching with keen interest as they began working their way up her legs. “All the mares and stallions you like. Revenge on Starlight and Trixie. The chance to share your gifts with your friends and convert other ponies to your heart’s content. The knowledge that you will serve my new army, and spread your Timberwolf magic far and wide!”

Annie only smirked. “Eh, Ah’d do all that anyway, ‘cept they’ll all serve me! Soon as Ah’m done rutting you senseless here, Ah’m goin’ after Glimmer and Lulamoon, and then reckon Ah’m gonna go find the Golden Horseshoe Gals and have a party like we did in the old days!” she proclaimed, her eye glow getting brighter as she accelerated the progress of her tendrils. “Resist all you want, Sparkle; ya ain’t gonna stop me!”

“As much fun as that might be, I don’t have any intention of resisting,” Eclipse replied evenly if slightly breathlessly, closing her eyes and visibly savoring the delicious feel of the other mare’s constructs working their way beneath her coltic garb and approaching her erogenous zones. “I was just checking. I didn’t think an Apple would be so easily bribed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have other means to entice you!

“So let’s try this: With many pegasi converted to bat-ponies, fruit is going to be in very high demand! Your orchards will be needed for not just apples, but we’ll need to start growing bananas and mangos. Such rare crops for this clime would command a very high price, but it doesn’t end there! More to the point, I’ll need you to help me make the means to transmit this curse across the portal, and bring the human world under my control!”

“Interesting. Go on…” Annie Smith invited, her tendrils now paused just as they were poised to enter Eclipse’s muzzle and marehood.

Despite the distraction they offered, Eclipse kept her focus. “You see, we can’t cross the portal without becoming human and thus losing most of our magic—which would unfortunately include this curse. As things stand, we’d appear on the other side human and powerless, aroused but with no means to entice. But objects like your apples are another matter! With a little help from me, we should be able to charge them with this curse so they can pass their spell over there. Just one bite and…” the rest went unsaid.

“So mah apples become forbidden fruit, eh? Hmmm… a tempting offer! Ah always wanted to throw some more of my power into our wares! But in that case, mah farm gets exclusive rights to Ponyville and cross-portal traffic! And what about Big Mac and AJ? I don’t want ‘em in yer army, I want ‘em with me!”

“They’ll be returned to your side, where they belong.” Eclipse offered easily. “In fact, once we’ve expanded enough, you can have the entire Apple clan, if you like! Even Apple Bloom, once I can find her.”

Annie smiled back at that. “You won’t have long to look. Ah sent her and the rest of the CMC off to Zecora’s house before Ah came to my senses,” she announced with a disgusted shake of her head. “In fact, reckon Ah’ll fix that and go get ‘er right now!”

“Zecora?” Eclipse’s smile got broader. “In that case, there is no need! They should be delivered to us on a platter once my new servant is finished with them. In the meantime, you can help me subjugate my future student and her middling excuse for a marefriend—trust me, they’ll stumble into my next trap soon enough and be brought right back here for it. So what say you, Annie Smith?” Eclipsed grinned toothfully, her horn glowing to create a fresh series of runes on the floor beneath Annie and generating her own magic tendrils from them.

Annie smirked and fearlessly sauntered up to the younger mare, making likewise no effort to thwart her new leader’s efforts. “Ah say we got a deal, Queenie!”

“Then let us seal it properly!” Eclipse invited, and with that, the pair kissed deeply, and then turned their aural and floral creations on each other.

Spike wasn’t entirely sure of all that had happened or was happening to him, or what he was doing to everypony else.

What he did know that he was enjoying every second of it and wanted even more—that he had acquired so much, but there was so much more he could yet have! “You belong to me now…” He informed not just the Cakes but all present. “This is just the start—the way I’m going to make you mine! And then all of Ponyville!” he again as he beheld the pair of parents prostrate on the table before him, both presented before him with their tails flagged, ready and willing to receive him.

“We’re already yours! But please be gentle?” Cup Cake beseeched him. “It’s our first time with a dragon, you know!”

“For you, Mrs. C? Anything,” He promised her in a husky voice, savoring the scene before he realized that Carrot Cake was distinctly uncomfortable for having his stallionhoods pinned beneath him, but pointedly not complaining.

He smiled at that. “Oops! Sorry about that, Mister C. I want you both to enjoy this, so let’s get you a little more comfortable…” He gently rolled the pair over while holding the table in place, turning the startled pair belly up, lying side by side and commanding his other to retrieve the lounge cushions for pillows beneath their heads.

He waited until they were delivered before resuming his efforts. “You know, humans love to do it this way! And I think I like seeing your faces! As well as everything else,” he told them as he stepped forward to lay his twin organs between their respective legs, causing them both to quiver as he pressed them beneath their tails.

But instead of pushing immediately forward, as every instinct he had was telling him to do, he paused to run his large hands over their still mostly-equine forms, squeezing Cup Cake’s large and laden teats as well as Carrot Cake’s cocks, eliciting a whimper from each, who held hooves between them.

“Wow. You know, you two are everything I ever wanted…” he told them both, wondering again why he was ever interested in Rarity. “You all are! And if we’re to be family now, that means…” He let his actions speak for him as he aimed his tapered drakehoods at their tails and began to push in, quickly overcoming their initial resistance. The pair gasped and grasped each other even harder as the intrusion continued, inch after inch of ridged dragon flesh sinking into them, imparting not pain, but endless, overwhelming pleasure as gasps of envy were heard from their audience.

He’d sank barely a third of his now-footlong organs into the couple before he began slowly thrusting, soon finding the angles too difficult to proceed—unless he turned the pair on their sides, facing away from each other, putting them back to back and their tails right next to each other. He smiled as Mrs. Cake held her husband’s tail high and away with her own, giving him full access to the other pony’s plot, allowing him to sink half his length into both of them!

And then, unable to resist his new treasures—they were now more valuable to him than the largest gem hoard in the world!—any longer, he started thrusting into them in earnest, to the nickers and cheers of the onlookers, who were watching in amazement and anticipation, shouting advice as they all but climbed over each other to get a better look.

As he rutted them both at once, holding them in place with paws against their chests, Spike felt the final changes overtake him even as he imparted more passion, more and more corruptive magic to the pair. “Oh, Mrs. C! Oh, Mister C! I’m gonna…. gonna...!” He warned them but could get no more out before he slammed his hips forward one final time, burying himself nearly to the hilt in both as the pair likewise tensed and cried out as their new master delivered his seed deep within them.

They gasped. They shuddered. They likewise came; Mrs. Cake suddenly sprouting a pair of far more draconic stallionhoods of her own, though she didn’t get a pair of external apples like her husband; the twin sheaths growing out of her body where her clit had been, sprouting and parting into two. And as their orgasms subsided, the fur of their bellies fell off to reveal scales while their backs and shoulders became covered with stone which suddenly cracked and gave way to reveal, to the astonishment and delight of all present...

A set of dragon wings on each!

Nightmarity picture credit to: https://www.deviantart.com/kianamai/art/Nightmarity-427482115