Dragons seemed to have an innate affinity for sunsets, perhaps because they reminded them of lava. The sun bathed the badlands canyon Spike and Ember walked across in a warm glow that matched the constant warmth those parts of the volcanic lands almost always exuded. While Ember led the way, Spike tried to look directly at Celestia’s handiwork but saw various silhouettes of dragons flying in the sky, the actual sunset obstructed by the smaller mountain they were approaching.

“Really, how you and your ponies can live shut away from all this is beyond me,” Ember said over her shoulder with a slight smirk, snapping Spike back to her.

“Well, that’s what we’re here to solve, isn’t it?” the smaller dragon replied and sped up until he walked beside her, where her full foot of height on him was most apparent. “We’re exchanging. You can ask me about ponies comforts before we…”

Spike’s voice trailed off when he realized they were unambiguously heading for the mouth of a cave in the mountain in front of them. He wasn’t worried, though, at least no more so than he was curious as to what dragon game, ritual, or artifact was down the dark path lit by burning torches, which likely meant some creature was inside, waiting for them. While his experiences with dragon culture had been mostly negative, he trusted Ember not to do anything to hurt or scare him, intentionally or unintentionally.

“Spike, honestly…” Ember began, stopping just a few feet inside the cave, then turning to Spike with a look of embarrassment. “I promised Dusk we’d do this swap, but I’m really more interested in you.”

Spike could tell that Ember expected him to be angry at Equestrian diplomacy being abused in such a way, which only went to show how much she still had to learn about her friends, Dusk and Spike, despite their numerous meetings and adventures.

“That’s fine, Ember,” Spike replied, touching her on the side of her pant-suit, underneath her massive bust. “I love spending time with you, and Dusk--”

“Blah, blah, blah, I’m flattered, mushy shit,” A familiar voice from further in the cave cut Spike off. He looked over to see Smolder, Friendship Academy’s aptly-named prized dragon pupil, standing further into the cave next to a bend that she must have come around.

“Smolder!” Spike called out in pleasant surprise as he walked up to her. While Ember had decided to wear a dragon pant-suit usually reserved for Fillydelphia dragons, Smolder was decked out in some of her favorite clothes since she started living in Ponyville. Her orange flame t-shirt over her own sizeable but far from mind-blowing bust and black leather jacket reminded Spike of Sunset Shimmer.

“You’re helping with this? What about your vacation?”

“When dragon lord… lady, whatever. Ember said she wanted me to spend break basically doing the same things we do at school, I was like, *bleegh*,” Smolder replied, making a face and ignoring Ember’s slightly annoyed one.

The orange dragon, only a head taller than Spike, then turned around and walked further into the cave, obviously expecting them to follow her.

“But then she told me you were the ambassador and what she had planned, and suddenly, lava surfing seemed pretty shit.”

The trio continued further into the cave, around another bend so that the sunlight disappeared. Spike’s initial reaction to Ember’s words was again one of flattery since she usually wasn’t so forthcoming in her excitement in how much she liked him (or any creature). But then his feelings turned to concern, also due to his understanding of Smolder.

Just what are we about to do that could make Smolder give up lava surfing?

“So what’s down here?” Spike decided to ask the dragonesses flat out as they went down an incline, and the magma below added to the warmth the dragon fire-lit torches were already providing.

“Spike… well…” Ember began, and Spike looked back to see her biting her lip in a combination of both excitement and embarrassment. Catching herself acting so un-dragon lordy an instant later, though, she looked forwards with a stern expression. “You’ve been an exemplary dragon in every respect despite your age and upbringing, and I owe you everything, which is why I want to possess and mate with you.”

“Surprise, bitch!” Smolder shouted as she pulled Spike into a headlock with her hand over his mouth before he could react.

“Huuugh! Gaah!” Spike shouted and struggled, trying to shake his mouth free of Smolder’s large palm. But he felt her breasts push up against his wings, and she spun him around so fast his feet came off the ground.

“You’re our toy-pet now!”

In spinning him around, Smolder revealed the room that was around the last corner. It was a circular cave ending, furnished to be one part bedroom with multiple torches, rug, and a large bed, one part (or perhaps two-thirds) sex dungeon. Padded shackles hung from the ceilings, bedposts, and walls, there were tables and racks with whips, gags, bindings, dildos, paddles, and feathers. There were even one or two… Spike didn’t know what to call them, but they were meant to bind some creature in a very restrictive, uncomfortable, and compromising position, almost like a piece of furniture.

Panic gripped the young dragon’s heart, and whatever care for or trust in the dragonesses was suppressed as he struggled. They’d never seriously hurt him physically, but they evidently thought of this kind of foal-napping and rape as a harmless prank, as they were from a culture that taught you to take what you want.

Spike flailed his arms and kicked, but Smolder, though barely older than him, was bigger and stronger and easily kept him in a full nelson as she walked him towards the bed and certain doom. As Ember walked up beside them, he was able to get his mouth free, though.

“No, please! Dusk’ll be furious!” He begged.

“Dusk agreed you were an ambassador; totally at our mercy,” the blue dragon responded with a slight smile.

“Don’t you wanna learn how most dragons show love?” Smolder teased, and spun them around again and before taking a literal flying-leap backward onto the bed. They landed with a bounce, and Ember sprung into action.

Spike tried to bend his arms to keep them as far away from the headboard cuffs as possible, but Ember easily grabbed and locked in one, then the other, and the young dragon’s blood ran cold as he realized he was all but helpless.

His legs were still free, though, but he couldn’t decide whether to kick them or cross them over his privates. When Smolder slid out from under him and got off the bed to his right while Ember pinned down his left leg, he decided on the former. He only got a single kick off, though, before the much stronger dragonesses had both his limbs pinned, then locked into the padded cuffs at the footboard. Now he was spread-eagle chained, and his small wings would do him no good chained and on his back like this. It wasn’t the first time in the badlands he’d cursed his young dragon body.

“Ember, Smolder, come on! We’re friends!” Spike pleaded while looking around, both at the dragonesses admiring what they’d already accomplished and the various instruments in the room that made his blood run cold on sight.

“And this is how real dragons--”

“Most dragons!” Smolder corrected Ember.

“Most dragons have fun,” Ember explained.

Their words make Spike remember one more tool in his arsenal. He lit the small fire in the back of his throat and prepared to take a deep breath. It wouldn’t scratch Ember or Smolder, which he was still somewhat thankful for, but he doubted everything in the room was fireproof since it all seemed imported or stolen from other civilizations. He was ready to threaten to destroy it all, but only if he couldn’t melt his bindings.

“We’re not gonna rape, torture, eat you or anything,” Ember said, rolling her eyes.

Spike released the building tension in his throat at such reassurance, even though he knew there was a “but” coming. Sure enough, Ember smiled and walked towards one of the sex-toy-laden tables.

“Just have a little fun till tomorrow. If you don’t like it, then…” Ember said, the hope her words provided dashed away when Spike watched her pick up a thick Pheonix feather and grin at him.

“I don’t like it now! I don’t like it now!” Spike shouted and tugged on his chains, his shouts echoing around the small stone room, but no doubt never making it outside the cave with how deep they were. However, the dragonesses could already tell that he was only maybe half as afraid as he was before, knowing now that he was only facing a night of light-hearted torment and humiliation. Still not something ponies generally did (except during heat week), but Spike had been through enough living in Ponyville to know how to forgive.

“You can fly back home,” Ember finished, circling to the foot of the bed, brandishing the feather and a wicked smirk.

At the same time, Smolder flew back up onto the right side of the bed and stuck her claws under the hem of Spike’s T-shirt and jeans. The young dragon looked into her eyes pleadingly, but with a few tugs, Smolder shredded Spike’s clothes until he was bare, save his underwear and sneak-- no, Ember threw those off, too.

With no more warning, Ember attacked Spike’s feet with the impossibly ticklish feather while Smolder dug her sharp fingers into his ribs and began tickling him.

“Gah-hahaahah-heh-hah-hahahahaha-ehe-stop! Staaaahahhahaha!” Spike howled under the dragonesses attack. All three dragons immediately realized that he was begging already, and the sun hadn’t even set yet.

“Spike The Brave and Glorious, huh?” Smolder taunted while continuing to tickle his oh-so-squishy sides and watching his head shake with amusement.

The orange dragon briefly paused her attack to shift her position up and capture Spike’s quivering lips in a deep kiss, pressing his head down into the mattress to stop him from moving it while she swirled her tongue around his mouth.

Ember paused her tickling his feet with the feather to look up at Smolder with a disapproving expression. They hadn’t planned out everything beat-for-beat to keep the fun of spontaneity, but she still felt that the young dragoness was overstepping by kissing him first and so early.

Spike’s tongue got a slight, sweet taste of gems as Smolderwas battered it down. The surprise of the kiss was enough to temporarily halt his giggling even as the dragonesses continued to tickle him. When the reflex became too strong again, though, and Smolder felt his mouth shaking as she invaded it, she pulled back, a trail of saliva between their mouths snapping.

“Such a cutie,” the orange dragon commanded as she moved her legs to straddle his chest. Even with the hot and bothered teenage dragon on top of him, it was Ember’s continued assault on both of his feet that overwhelmed Spike’s senses and had him back to hysterics that had him nearly choke on Smolder’s spit. He rattled all his chains, trying to pull his arms free or get his feet away from the feather that, fittingly, set his nerves on fire, but it was hopeless. Even breathing fire would be an impossibility until he had what felt like needed lifetimes to catch his breath.

And then Smolder ran her fingers under his armpits.

“Should we gag him, dragon lord?” Smolder asks as she watched Spike clench his eyes shut and shake his head side-to-side.

“Stahp! Stahp! Ahahaahahaehehehehe!”

“I’ll put you in the same position if you even think of silencing this music,” Ember responded while twirling the phoenix feather between his toes.

“Just checking,” Smolder said and began tickling their captive’s armpits properly.

Spike felt like he was being stabbed in his feet and armpits. They didn’t hurt (his lungs did), but the two dragonesses that he’d trusted were so merciless in their teasing, it made no difference that it was only four parts of his body under attack.

At least at first.

“Gahahahehehehehehhuhuhuhu no! Eeek! Please- ahahahaha!”

The dragonesses milked every last drop of laughter they could get out of Spike. And when their captive seemed about to shrivel back up into an egg from reflexively convulsing towards his center so hard and giving off such high-pitched squeaks only befitting a baby, Ember stood up from her kneeling and walked around the side of the bed.

Though they hadn’t thoroughly planned out how to tickle their cute little hero, Smolder understood and got off Spike’s chest to lie back on his right side while Ember picked up a second phoenix feather, then lay on the bed to Spike’s left.

The phantom-ticking on Spike’s feet hadn’t begun to fade before Ember and Smolder went to town on his ribs and armpits with the feathers. Before, it was like the teasing stimulation was stabbing him, but now he felt like they were tearing his flesh off.

“Hahahahah-no-ahaha-nostop-ahahahahaahehehe *squeak**squeak**Squeak*

Spike laughed and cried as he wiggled on the bed and tugged so hard on his restraints he feared he’d pull his limbs off. But there was no escape from the fire across his torso.

Smolder and Ember’s smiles turned to grins, and they began using their free hands to attack low while their feathers went high. Right now, with his blushing face, teary eyes, quivering smile, and high-pitched shrieks, Spike was the pinnacle of cuteness.

Neither of them wanted to truly demean the young dragon, though. Ember had met him when he was at his most heroic, and Smolder had heard all about his incredible feats long before they’d properly interacted, and Spike had lived up to his reputation since. If anything, giving him this sort of attention was how they showed their love and respect for him; instead of having to do a bunch of boring diplomacy, he was getting time off to truly be a baby dragon and be with his friends. If they had no morals, they’d already have made use of half the toys in the room, but they were genuine in wanting Spike’s consent to show their love that way.

The fingers and feathers danced and teased and poked on and on and on, and Spike laughed on and on and on. They kept changing positions, going for his feat, neck, even nipples, and inner-thighs. Spike had been tickled many times before, but his scales were a long, long way from being thick enough to provide him any protection, and he slowly slipped into a haze from oxygen deprivation and sensory overload. He still felt everything; and it was just as torturous, but coherent thought was impossible. The dragonesses seemed never to tire and moved across his entire body at the speed of light. He wished he could shed his skin to be free of the sensation, but he was utterly helpless and forced to endure.

Eventually, though, hours later, the dragonesses did wind down. Their hands and arms did ultimately have limits, and they eventually figured they’d seen all that they were going to see of Spike’s different squeaks and squeals.

With a few last brushes across his nipples, they stopped. The young dragon gave a few more silent laughs with his eyes closed, then went limp.

“Hot damn,” Smolder said, panting.

“All tuckered out,” Ember said in a sweet voice, watching their captive sleep. “Go on and rest. Your dragon lord will take care of everything.”

Ember slid one hand underneath Spike to snuggle up to him, which caused Smolder to recoil a little at the sudden sweetness, but she got over it quickly.

“See you in the morning?” the orange dragon asked, getting off the bed and straightening her clothes.

“Don’t even think about coming by before nine,” Ember responded, the threat in her voice betrayed by how she was cuddling Spike with her eyes closed like he was a teddy-dragon.

Smolder straightened her clothes and exited, a bit peeved that Ember claimed so much dominion over the cute dragon hero just because she was dragon lord. But there was always tomorrow.

And the day after that, and the day after that, once he gives in, Smolder thought to herself with a smirk.

Spike’s eyes opened to darkness and strange feelings all over his body. As soon as he felt whatever was on his side breathing, however, the events of the previous night rushed back to him, and every previously tickled-spot tingled.

The young dragon hesitated a moment, fearful of punishment, before breathing a small, continuous fire to illuminate the room. What little the faint green flame revealed confirmed he was still in the dragoness’s dungeon. His limbs were still chained, and had he been a creature not built for sleeping millennia, he’d probably have been awfully sore.

He was about to consider escape plans when Ember shook and mumbled on his side. He remembered what she’s promised about letting him go but was still cautious, and so realizing his flames had woken her shook him enough to cause them to go out.

“Nuugh. Spike?” A voice said next to Spike in the darkness.

Then, with a hurk, Ember shot a blue fireball at one of the wall torches. The fire splashed against the wall but did indeed reignite the wood, and the room flashed blue before becoming visible in relatively normal light again.

“Ember, I--” Spike stammered before the dragon lord looked down at him with a smile.

“There. Was that *yawn* so bad?” she asked. “Thirty minutes of tickling, then a night in the cave with your dragon lord.”

“Ember, let me go,” Spike responded. His attitude and face then turned to that of anger. “Now. This isn’t fun for me. I don’t consent to anything else.”

Ember frowned. She’d always known this was a possibility, but Spike hadn’t disappointed her until now. She’d thought he’d enjoy being helpless and the center of his beautiful friends’ attention, but maybe being a baby dragon among ponies, he almost always felt powerless.

And Garble and the bullies… he liked us because we weren’t like them. But we just…

Without another word, Ember grabbed a key off the nightstand and unclasped Spike’s left-side shackle. No sooner was his left hand free than Spike used it to take the key from Ember and unlock his remaining restraints.

Ember remained on the bed while Spike got off and stretched.

“We’re sorry. We really thought you’d enjoy it,” Ember apologized.

“Well you thought-” Spike replied before stopping.

That was painful; being teased like that… constantly out of breath. I mean, I suppose it could have been fun. I guess it wasn’t all that unlike some of the pranks our friends play on Dusk…

“Look, Ember, I’ll forgive you. And Smolder, too. But you can’t just do that to your friends without being sure that they’ll think it’s funny, too. I’ll tell that to Smolder at the school, as well.”

Having said his two bits, Spike walked toward the exit. It was pitch black, but he’d more or less remembered the way and could light torches as he--

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Spike stopped.

“Another six days of cultural exchange.”

There was a quick ripping sound as Spike turned around to look at Ember.

Is she seri… holy Celestia!

Ember had torn her clothing, revealing her succulent blue chest orbs and vagina, which she was rubbing.

“And we’ve got so many more ideas. If you’re up for them.”

Spike was too shocked and confused to even stammer at the obscene sight of the dragoness presenting herself. Like almost all his friends besides Rarity, he hadn’t recognized Ember’s stunning body until it was on full display. But now that it was…

She thinks of me that way? Is that what the tickling was all about?

Once her pussy began to leak, Ember positioned her arms near the handcuffs.

“And this is an exchange, after all,” she said, betraying her dragon lord status to tempt him to pay her back.

“Well said,” came Smolder’s voice from behind Spike. He’d been too distracted by Ember to notice her approaching him from the darkness behind. She knew these caves much better than he did and preferred a stealthy approach, but when she did step into the light, Spike gawked.

She wore her School Of Friendship cheerleader outfit. Or a size-too-small version. She responded to his surprise by turning around and sticking her ass out, her short skirt revealing she wore no panties.

Spike’s member throbbed underneath his underwear. He had by no means forgotten the last night, but now they were offering themselves to him?

He looked back and into the room, where Ember was lounging on the bed with a sultry look, and his mouth began to water like she was the prettiest gem in Equestria. When he looked back at Smolder, the orange dragon ran a finger down his chest.

“Have we been bad, teacher? Should we be punished?”

Spike looked into the room, but not at Ember; at all the toys of pain and pleasure the dragonesses had refrained from using last night. Nothing too cruel in the former department, of course, but he knew opportunities like this didn’t come along every day.

Spike made up his mind. What they’d done to him was wrong, and he would chew them both out for it more later. But they were still friends, and this was something they all wanted.

The young dragon grabbed Smolder’s firm ass underneath her skirt, a bit of her honey getting on his fingertips, and hugged her close to him. At his mere touch, Smolder gave an orgasmic expression; she was so eager to be ravished by her handsome hero.

“Cuff yourself. Now,” Spike ordered the dragon lord without even looking in her direction. He ran his tongue up Smolder’s neck, tasting the warmth of her smooth scales as he heard the chains click.

Six more days, huh?

Author's Note

New chapter. No sex this time (there was supposed to be, but I figured this was more in character.) Let me know who else you want, and what they should do.