Heroes In Their Clutches

Spike could feel that he was in his bed, but he didn’t feel remotely comfortable. His whole body, including his eyelids that he was having trouble opening, felt unusually heavy and somewhat numb, as if all the energy had been drained from him. Through that numbness though, he could feel he was only wearing his boxers, and his arms were sore from being held over his head by what felt like… Handcuffs?

Ah, fuck me.

The young, but increasingly-muscular-with-each-week dragon put all his energy into slowly forcing his eyes open. It was still dark outside, with moonlight coming through the large window to his left illuminating his room. He could now feel more clearly, and didn’t have to turn his head around to see that he was indeed handcuffed to the headboard. But seeing that he was alone in his small room, and not hearing anypony else in the tree, he didn’t panic, and instead tried to recollect what he could.

Dusk and the girls were going away to Appleloosa to further talks between buffalo and ponies. With all the territory mapping and cultural negotiations that needed to be done, nopony knew for sure how long it all would take, but Dusk had estimated it might be their longest time away from Ponyville yet.

Spike had naturally asked to come with them again, and they had considered it, but Ponyville would still need a librarian, and he was the only one Fluttershy trusted to feed her animals. The young dragon wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of being away from his brother and friends so long, but he could have lived with it if it weren’t for the backup he’d been assigned.

Trixie Lulamoon (no, he was not using her title) had recently returned to Ponyville, intent on giving the town a more humble, but still impressive show that would hopefully allow them to forgive her for the incident with the Ursa Minor. Spike and Dusk suspected that her ego simply couldn’t take the thought of a single town in Equestria not remembering her as great and powerful, but they’d learned their lesson about setting her off.

Things would have gone smoothly if she hadn’t shown up at the library to offer Dusk a private show while they were packing. Seeing that Dusk was going away, she pleaded on her knees that she had no money for a hotel, and that she could prove herself trustworthy by helping the young dragon with housesitting.

Strangely, Dusk probably would’ve said no if his brother hadn’t angrily insisted that he didn’t need any help, because then, as the Element of Magic and Celestia’s star pupil, he had to set a better example.

Despite his unwelcome assistant, Spike remembered the afternoon before being mostly uneventful; him organizing books and cleaning up while trying to avoid interacting with Trixie while she cooked dinner. The last thing he remembered was, right around sundown, eating that dinner with her in silence as she… looked at him smiling, as if anticipating something.

Ah, fuck me up the ass. Trixie?

As if on cue, Spike heard the creaking of a chair in the other room, followed by the sound of high-heels on a wooden floor coming towards the door.

“Trixie, what the fuck do you want?” Spike said as the door knob was turned, a serious sting of annoyance in his voice. Trixie was a bitch, for sure, and he was certainly pissed at her for drugging him, but he seriously doubted she had actual theft or assault in her. “I’m not some assistant or volunteer for one of your stupid-”

Spike’s voice trailed off when the door swung open. It was indeed Trixie, but it took him a second to recognize her. Gone was the blue hoodie and jeans from the night before, replaced with a glossy-blue latex corset and matching thigh-high boots. In her hand was a riding crop.

“...tricks?”

Trixie smiled evilly, and approached the side of the bed, and Spike’s heart began to race, both out of fear and unwanted arousal, because he knew full well where this was most likely going.

“I assure you, dragon,” she slapped the crop into her palm. “This is all too real.”

“Wh- why are you doing this?! Do you have any idea what Dusk will do to you once he finds- ahh!”

Spike yelped as Trixie brought the crop down upon his right thigh near his crotch. His thin scales in that area did little to protect him from the rough clap, and he felt like it might bruise for quite some time. While he was still wincing, Trixie brought the crop under his chin.

“Why? You and your brother made fools of Trixie; destroyed her home and livelihood.”

“It was Snips and Snails that brought the Ursa Minor to Ponyville,” Spike tried to argue while still reeling from the blow, before realizing what he was implying and opening his eyes. “Not that I’m saying you should go rape the- aaah!”

Trixie lifted up and struck him again, this time across the chest. His scales were thicker in that area, but she hit close enough to his right nipple to make his whole chest sting horribly.

“Trixie hoped to catch you both off guard, make you both submit to her greatness and powerfulness, and make you two bicker over who would be the one to please Trixie before and after a show.”

Spike couldn’t believe the lunacy he was hearing, but that only made the reality and direness of the situation sink in for him. This crazed mare had drugged him, stripped him and tied him up, and was now going to have her way with his body (and hoped to do the same with his brother) because they’d rightfully exposed her as a fraud.

“But Trixie does suppose that merely taming a dragon will be more than enough to restore her fame.”

Spike looked up into her purple eyes, and knew exactly what she meant. The only question now was how he was going to react. He could try yelling for help; the library wasn’t that close to other houses, but in the quiet of the night he’d probably be heard. He also tried to feel the back of his throat to see how big a puff of flame he’d be able to put out; even if he wasn’t willing to horribly disfigure the mare yet, he figured he’d be able to scare her pretty easily.

He was looking up at and pulling on his handcuffs too, to see if he’d be able to melt them, when he heard the signature ringing of unicorn magic to his right. He looked over just in time to see a ball gag and a black collar with a red heart-shaped tag flying towards his neck held by pink magic. He had no time to react before the gag was forced between his teeth and the collar moved under his chin and both wrapped around. He gave a muffled scream, both in terror, and from the pain of the large ball forcing his mouth open while it’s strap dug into the back of his head, forcing his spines down. Panicking from his new predicament, he began kicking his legs wildly, and tried to scoot himself at least up to a sitting position on the headboard, for all the good that would do him, but after she was done pulling the straps of both devices taut, Trixie used her magic to hold his legs down. Spike struggled against both his handcuffs and the invisible force for some time before he eventually calmed down and glared up at Trixie. She’s evidently done her homework, and knew that in the past, ponies had stopped captured dragons from breathing fire by obstructing their mouths. Trixie grinned down at her prize’s adorable face, as well as the collar tag that read “Trixie’s Pet.”

“Of course, Trixie has no intention of besting this dragon in fair combat,” she said, which caused Spike to glare harsher. Her expression promptly became more stern, and her tone that of a lecture. “Should her prize be unduly disobedient, though, Trixie has travelled much of Equestria, and met many interesting beings and groups. She’s sure Mistress Tourmaline would take such an exotic specimen off her hands for a reasonable fee.”

Spike’s glare vanished at Trixie’s threat. He had no idea who “Mistress Tourmaline” was, but the thought of being sold to anypony put the fear of Celestia in him, and he was again shown just how far Trixie had fallen from the harmless narcissist they’d met those few weeks ago.

“Now,” she held her crop under his chin again. “Are you going to be Trixie’s good little pet, or will she be forced to sell you to a much less compassionate mistress, and make your brother her new fucktoy?”

Spike could see in her eyes that the unicorn was dead serious. He couldn’t get help and he couldn’t fight her tied up like this, so he had to play along and let her use his body, at least for now. If not for him, than for Dusk, because even if he was way stronger than her, even an Element of Magic had to sleep.

Spike slowly gave a single nod, and Trixie smiled. She began to climb up onto the bed while using her magic to grab something off the dresser. When she sat on top of his crotch, Spike finally took in her excellent body that her dominatrix get-up accentuated. She lack Rarity’s face and hair, Fluttershy’s breasts, Applejack’s muscles or Dash’s overall body, but he had only ever seen any of them dressed like this in his dreams, and so his cock began to come out of its sheath inside his underwear.

The object from the dresser flew into the unicorn’s hand, and Spike saw that it was an envelope. He was confused at first, but Trixie quickly cleared everything up as she opened it.

“This arrived at the door while you were asleep. Trixie hasn’t read it yet, but assumes it’s from your brother,” she said casually, then unfurled it and began reading. “Dear Trixie, thank you for volunteering to look after Spike while I’m gone. How is Spike, by the way? I hope he’s been behaving himself. He tends to take matters into his own hands when I’m not around. He isn’t too much of a handful, is he?”

Trixie smiled, and looked down to Spike, tossing the letter aside.

“Trixie will write back and tell him you and her are having- ooh!” Trixie was cut off as she felt Spike’s cock poking her in the latex-covered crotch through his boxers. She looked down between her legs, and Spike couldn’t stop himself from blushing. “Hmm. It appears that even brought up among ponies, you really are nothing but a mindless beast at heart.”

Spike tried not to let Trixie’s word get to him. No male of any species could keep an erection down when sex was this close; it was just biology.

She’s just gonna have her way with me tonight and maybe tomorrow, but she can’t keep me tied up forever. I’ll escape into town or send a letter to Celestia as soon as she lets her guard down, and she’ll get thrown in a dungeon in the place she was banished to.

Spike’s fantasizing of Trixie’s punishment was interrupted by another stinging blow from the whip, this time across his left cheek. The hard leather striking suck a soft area made him shut his eyes in pain and cry out through his gag. Since his mouth was open, the inside of his cheek scraped painfully against his teeth.

“Do not forget who is the Great and Powerful Mistress, and who is the pet, pet,” Trixie chastised with a smug smile, and Spike opened his tearing eyes to look up at her in both pain and confusion. He’d been expecting her to simply slide him right in, but she apparently needed control as much as she needed validation and pleasure.

The blue unicorn then began examining her weapon, caressing and playing with it.

“Aren’t crops supposed to be used on horses, not by horses?” she asked rhetorically, then rested the crop on her shoulder to look down at him. “And when was the last time you saw a big, strong, powerful dragon being dominated by a pretty little pony?”

Spike blushed again. Yes, little was know about dragons, but it’d be hard to imagine the one that nearly covered Ponyville with smoke while it was sleeping being trussed up and raped by a psychotic travelling magician.

“Hmph! Just for being the most pathetic dragon in the world, Trixie will have to spend a nice long couple of weeks punishing and humiliating you. And you can be sure that Trixie will do a very,”

She struck him across the chest and he winced,

“thorough,”

She struck him again,

“job of it!”

She struck him one final time.

With Trixie’s third strike, Spike kept his eyes shut and head turned to the side, almost in tears from the pain that was now everywhere on his body, and slowly killing his erection.

A long couple of weeks? No, I’ll escape before then. I have to.

But her sadism apparently sated for now, Trixie set the crop down on the side of the bed, and turned on her magic to stretch her now sticky latex crotch out of the way while pulling down her prize’s boxers. Celestia! This was even more fun than performing before an adoring crowd! It gave her the same thrill of control, but she was also getting sex out of the bargain. She’d still have preferred Dusk Shine between her legs, enduring her wrath and being made to submit, but when Spike’s large, pink, reptilian member was fully exposed, she had nothing to complain about.

Spike still kept his eyes closed as he felt an invisible force around his cock, straightening it. He felt Trixie push herself up, and knew what was coming next.

His sharp tip parted the unicorn’s soaked folds and slid into the tight, warm cavern easily until he was hilt deep, and Trixie moaned while Spike cringed and bit into his gag. Spike felt like a sex-toy; an inanimate object for the mare’s pleasure, and he hated the look of bliss on her face he saw when he opened his eyes. But as previously stated, biology was biology, and his nethers responded to the warmth and moistness of a mare’s pussy with feelings of pleasure. Spike knew he’d be shooting his load into her soon enough, and there was nothing he could do to stop her from claiming him like this.

Instead of starting pumping and squeezing right away, though, the devious magician picked up her crop again, and began trailing its hard tip across the dragon’s chest. It was slightly harder to take her seriously with her mouth hanging open now, but both of them knew she was still fully in control of the situation.

“But Trixie is positive you’ll come to love her company,” she said, continuing from her previous train of speech. “We’ll travel Equestria together,”

She suddenly pushed herself up, contracting her inner walls as she went, and then dropped back down onto him with another moan. The sudden stimulation took Spike by surprise, and made him cringe again, but he couldn’t deny that Trixie clearly knew what she was doing, and it felt damn good.

“Trixie’s tamed dragon pet the centerpiece of every show.”

She pumped up and down his member again, and although Spike hardly treasured the image of being ridden around a stage and made to grovel at this cunt’s feet, he actually started to wish she’d just shut up and get to riding him properly.

“And at the end, you’ll sign every consent form and be the post show entertainment.”

Great. So either I’m your horse and humiliated plaything for as long as I rake in audience members, or I get sold to some rich cunt’s collection. Seriously Trixie, rot in Tartarus… but could you please stop teasing and start doing me already?

The blue unicorn slid both her hands inside her corset to fondle her own breasts, and began bouncing up and down on top of her new toy, the bed giving off faint creaks. Instead of closing this time, Spike’s eyes rolled back, and though he curled his toes, he let the waves of pleasure wash over him, each pump marching him towards the inevitable. As much as he wanted to get things over with though, it occurred to him that Trixie might also be upset if he came too early, but there was little he could do about that.

When Trixie’s warm, wet cock-sleeve when up, it was milking his shaft, and when it came down, he speared her cervix, which would stimulate his tip. After a minute or so of fucking, he came to resent his cuffs (more so); Trixie got to squeeze and play with the nipples of her firm round mammaries, but he had nothing to hold onto.

It soon became clear from both their breathing patterns that they were going to cum around the same time. Trixie would probably find some excuse to whip him afterwards anyways, and it was doubtful one orgasm, even one from a dragon, would sufficiently wear her out, though. Spike figured it was going to be a long night, and by morning he might be too worn out to try to escape, but his only option now was to play along and see what the future would hold.

Hmmph. Dusk is never like this, he thought out of equal parts jealousy and shame. He’s always doing research and working out a plan to defeat the bad guy. Guess this is why I’m just the #1 assistant.

With a few last high-pitched breaths, Spike bit into his gag and curled his toes to let his balls released into the mare’s tight nethers. In response to the filling of being filled up, Trixie screamed and squeezed her tits extra hard to allow her own floodgates to break and shoot down to coat the dragon’s cock.

They both went on like that for some time, rope after rope of dragon jizz mixing with unicorn honey in the mare’s womb. Spike felt anger mixed with shame, but Trixie felt like she was in heaven, having taken her rival’s brother and made him hers through her sheer magnificence and power.

Spike felt every last sperm cell in his balls shoot into his rapist’s cunny, until it felt like they might shrivel up. Once he was completely spent, his toes, fists, and eyes all opened, and he slumped down on the bed under Trixie, whose own moans faded after a while, allowing her to look down at the exhausted dragon.

“Trixie *pant* Trixie knows you enjoyed that, you horny little dragon slut. *Whew* But Trixie’s afraid that after your proper breaking in tonight, there’ll be no more free shows. You can cum in other mares- and stallions who pay the price of admission- and you can jerk off to Trixie, but her puffy pussy,”

She gestured to her still-stuffed vagina.

“Her titanic tits,”

She gave both her only-slightly-above-average-in-Equestria tits another good squeeze.

“Awe-inspiring ass,”

She tapped her left cutie mark, and then pointed to her mouth.

“And marvelous mouth are all luxuries that will have to be earned with a good show turnout and loud enough applause. Understood?”

You can shut your marvelous mouth, bitch. I’m trying to think of all the things Dusk’s going to do to you when-

“Raaaah!” Spike made a gagged cry, as while he was still exhausted and thinking, Trixie had hit him across the face with her crop again.

“Understood?!”

“Aaah! Gaaaah! Yeth!”

*slap*

“Aaaah!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yeth, hithereth!”

*slap*

“Aaaah!”

“Yes, mistress what?’’

“Yeth, hy hate an howehul hihereth Hixie!”

“The beast was so awestruck by such a display of magic by such a beautiful mare that he offered to make up for his evil deeds by being her consort!” Trixie continued the story she was telling the crowd of at least 100 while showing a magical projection of a teenage dragon kneeling before her in the ruins of an Equestrian town.

The crowd in the Saddlestop town square that had been oo-ing and awe-ing non-stop since the start of the performance fell silent at the latest piece of the show-pony’s story, just like her audience always did. Trixie personally didn’t see what was so wrong with a defeated opponent acknowledging their better in every way possible, but millenia of teaching friendship made the average pony uncomfortable hearing about any sentient creature, even a supposedly evil one, being taken as a sex slave. This had only bothered Trixie the first time they responded this way, and she’d added appropriate details to her story on the spot.

“Trixie said that she had no intention of taking advantage of any creature, no matter how depraved, and that he needed to face proper justice by helping to clean up the town. He agreed to make recompense to his victims, but said that having been dazzled by the radiant beauty and power of The Great and Powerful Trixie once, his life would simply be incomplete if he could not travel with and assist her in any way possible, and that such fire-forged relationships were common among dragons. The Culturally Sensitive Trixie had no choice but to accept, and since then…”

Trixie’s magical projection ceased to be, and on cue, from behind the curtain on the small, fold-out stage attached to the travelling magician’s new caravan, a green and purple dragon, slowly clopped out. Clopped, because his only real article of clothing were a pair of purple latex trunks with a false green tail on the back; his hands and feet with locked in custom-made hoof boots and gloves that rendered his fingers useless and forced him to walk on his tiptoes due to the boots small, hoof-like sole and tilt-backwards. Around his head was an elaborate leather-strapped device that included a bit gag for his mouth, and had an imitation mane in the back. And all over his body leather straps and small chains limited his movement, keeping his arms tucked into his chest and legs close together.

The audience quickly understood that the dragon was now a pony. Some laughed as the sheer ridiculousness on display, others were in awe, but both reactions made Spike blush and dread what Trixie would offer next, despite having done this exact act numerous times.

“Any who wish to feel for themselves that this is a true dragon are welcome to do so. Any adults… for safety reasons of course, even if there is nothing dangerous about Trixie’s #1 assistant- who wish to get to know a real life dragon more personally may pay an extra ten bits to come into Trixie’s caravan after the show.”

There was great mumbling and aside glances among the crowd, many adults who had brought their children started taking them home to return by themselves later. Trixie looked to her pet’s adorable gagged and red face with a contented smile, because they both knew what would be expected of the assistant next.

And while Trixie had had a wonderful time with the dragon, particularly training him after his first few escape attempts, they were still getting closer to Ponyville town by town again for a reason.

Trixie got wet just thinking about seeing Dusk Shine again, and spent nights in bed with Spike dreaming of the breastless-corsets she’d wear, and how she’d bind his hands put him on a leash and ride him until his balls bled.

She really was great and powerful.