Deep within the heart of the mountain, in the outskirts of the Dragon Lands, Dragon Lord Spike sat on his throne, dreading away as the last of the peasants left the throne room.

All day, all week, the lord had sat in political meetings, dealing with the Changeling allies and keeping a measly peace treaty between the Ponies and the insufferable humans.

Human, Bah! They’re little annoying pests is what Spike thought of them. They came to this world and tried to take it? It nearly led this world into a war where no side will win. And what was worse, the so called “Rebel Leader” (Spike would rather enjoy eating him if the bastard show his face around here) offered his only daughter up for Spike to keep what humans were left.

With a huff, Spike shook his head, thinking about her again. For a human, she had grown on him. More than anyone could even imagine.

To his subjects, the human offering was nothing more than a toy, a slave to their Lord, and the reasoning of the cold war. Though they never imagined when she first waltzed through the mountain halls that she had more fire in her. More spirit. Even during the long months since she came to stay here, she always fights, she never gave in nor surrendered to him.

There wasn’t a need to.

His second-in-command Ember, always asked of him to just get rid of her since she never obeyed their orders, and always had the guts to fight tooth and nail with her and the other dragons. He could see the anxiety and the itch of his subjects to punish her.

But Spike had one rule. One order that, if they disobeyed it, it’s automatic treason to the crown and they were sentenced to death.

The girl was off-limits to anyone but him and those carefully selected to do so. And since no dragon ever threatened to disobey a direct order from the crown, no one touched her.

But that didn’t stop them from complaining and acting like whiny two year olds.

Being a ruler among the whole dragon race, there wasn’t enough leisure time than Spike would’ve wanted to be. There were times he had actually fallen asleep on this chair while other dragons requested his help, shifting through meetings. Sometimes it would take literally a week before Spike could actually see his bed or her.

When he saw the chancellor with an arm’s worth of paperwork walking towards him, Spike groaned.

Someone save him from this. Just once please.

And low and behold, Commander Ember stormed through the hall, knocking the dragon’s arm -causing him to drop the paperwork to the ground - and marched right up to him. She gave him a brief bow before glaring at him.

“Lord Spike, you better do something to that human or else something is gonna happen.” Ember snarled.

Trying not to smirk when seeing the slips of paper falling to the ground, the lord snapped his gaze to her, snarling back at her threat.

“You know the rules, Ember,” Spike said, his voice low and deep. It reverberated around the mountain. “You or anyone else will not lay a hand on her.”

“Sir, I know, but the creature is restless. More so in the past week.” Ember went on, her temper flaring. “Those two idiots we’ve extradited from the Changeling territory, they are not keeping her in her place as you said they would.”

Spike grunted in annoyance, rubbing his snout. The only reason he even allowed Ember to be his second was because his predecessor was her father and she knew more about politics. What he didn’t keep her for was to annoy him about the same damn subject.

The bloodstone staff glowed softly in result of his annoyance. Power seeped from the almighty staff, those wielding it able to control the whole race and obtain magical abilities of their wildest dreams. The look in Ember’s eyes as she stared at the stone was enough for Spike to grab it and tapped the end of it twice on the obsidian step, causing it to stop its glowing.

“Ember.” He growled out her name. “I keep you around here to be my second in command of the army, and you know more about royalty than I. So give me advice when I am in need of it.”

“If you want my advice, my lord: dump the human.” Ember said. “Your so-called “punishments” only work on her for so long. But she has not once cracked. If I were to know better, I would say she has made you soft.”

The staff glowed crimson, the floor of the hall groaned. Shadows from the flickering ambers shot out, wrapped around the blue dragon tightly. The shadows having an ironclad grip, gripping onto her neck, squeezing her windpipe.

She choked as her body was lifted in the air, feeling the shadowy tendril enclosing her ability to breathe. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of her skull. The nearby guards winced, and slowly backed away from their posts.

When the lord got like this, it’s best to slowly back away. Dragons were already ruthless, but Spike made all the others look like annoying flies.

“Don’t...ever underestimate me or my abilities ever again.” Spike warned Ember and to those who might have still been around.

That wasn’t a threat he just gave, that was a promise. A promise he would keep if his subordinates kept undermining him, and would do anything to put any of them in their place, no matter who they were. Friends included.

Spike held Ember in this deathlike grasp for a moment, till she was about to lose consciousness. He then tapped his staff and Ember dropped to the ground, haphazardly coughing as she grabbed her throat. As she gasped heavily, her chest was rapidly going up and down.

Her redder eyes looked up at her Dragon Lord, a hint of fear shown in them. “Please forgive me, my lord.”

The lord grunted before he waited for her to collected herself. He almost lost patience before she stood up, still rubbing her throat. A noticeable impression of the tendril was on her neck.

Ember casted a look towards the door. “I’ll take you to her…” she said rather quietly.

“That would be a good idea.” Spike said before following her lead.

Following his second in command, the Lord could hear a raging storm was close, coming through the crimson skies that lay outside. Each step their feet made on the granite floors echoed the cavernous halls.

Closer he was to the room, Spike could already smell her scent. She always had that strong, sweetly smell. More than he liked to admit it, he was merely infatuated with her scent.

When they came to the chambers, there were sounds of a struggle coming from the other side of the door. Grunts and shouts could be heard as well.

Ember and Spike looked at each other before storming inside, kicking the chamber doors open. When they opened, they saw two dragons, nearly identical to Spike but the one on the left had teal and purple scales and the other viceversa. Both were tied up in strong ropes and were on the ground.

Spike #1 grunted. “Hey, get your damn tail out of my ass!” Though, instead of hearing Spike’s voice, it sounded just like a female.

“Well, get your spikes out of my back! Do you know how much pain it is with those things poking at me!” Spike #2, also sounding female, shouted back.

“What happened?” Spike asked the two before a brief red glow surrounded them as the two dragons changed into a couple of female changelings.

Though not exactly, they are cousins of the species. Their anatomy and magic are different. While typical changelings are bug-like - even before they converted to their colorful counterparts - these two species have more of an alluring form meant to lure in ponies and bring them in into sexual intercourse.

They feed off of lust instead of love. Hence they are called sexlings, and it works in both of their favors - sexlings get their feeding on, and their victims can have their fantasies coming true.

But with these two fuck bugs, they were in charge of keeping the human satisfied with her...needs whenever it came to be when the Lord is unable to do it himself ‘cause of his royal duties.

“Ruby, Gemcity,” Ember barked, getting their attention.. “What the fuck is going on? Where is the human?!”

“We don’t know!” The teal sexlings grunted, struggling with her twin.

“At first we came here because she was more tense than usual, the bitch got the drop on us.” The purple one hissed.

Spike snarled. The blood septer glowed. “Where...Is...She?”

He soon gotten his answer.

Coming from behind the open door, holding a blade she lifted from one of the twins, Rachel leaped out, trying to attack the Lord.

Spike easily moved out of the blade’s swipe as Ember came up behind Rachel. The tall dragoness grabbed her arms before slamming her to the wall, knocking the dagger from Rachel’s hand as she struggled in Ember’s grasp.

“Let go!” Rachel shouted.

Spike looked down at her, wearing a rather flowing white gown, her hair, though recently cut short as a result of a...certain foolish guard that tried to touch her (that didn’t end well), it framed her round face nicely. He bent down, scooping the dagger up and holding it in his hands as he stood back up. He tsked softly, wielding the blade itself.

“My, have you been a naughty thing.” He chuckled darkly before casting a menacing glare at the twins.

Both of them began sweating nervously. And judging by the lack of blade in Gemcity’s holster, it belonged to her.

With a swift flick of his wrist, the dagger flew out of his hand. The girls screamed as they flinched at the movement, believing it was gonna hit one of them, but really it was to cut the rope.

“Sir,” Ember called out to him as she held the struggling human in place. Though the dragoness was stronger than the feeble human, it didn’t stop Rachel for trying to fight. “She tried an attempt on your life, what should we do to her now?”

Spike thought about it as the twins collected themselves and quickly raced out of the chambers. He aimed his eyes at the struggling girl, though it was useless for her to keep fighting.

Her eyes full of fury and passion, the strength of her will, were actually giving him an excuse to punish her. The more she got mad, the more it just looked cute on her.

“Leave us,” He then told Ember.

“But sir, I-”

“I will not repeat myself, Ember.” Spike hissed lowly at her.

As much as Ember was against this, she hesitantly nodded before releasing the human.

Rachel rubbed her right arm as she was being let go. She watched from over her shoulder as the blue dragon left, closing the chamber doors behind her.

With a slam of the end of the Blood Staff, the room formed a sort of dome around the chambers, no one able to come in nor out. Virtually sound proof.

Spike walked over to a desk - the chamber had a single large round bed, a dresser filled with many clothings, a desk with a vanity mirror and an extra room for her toiletries. The walls were filled with drawings, probably done them out of boredom when she wasn’t fighting with the other dragons.

He leaned the staff against the desk and turned to Rachel. “Where did you get the rope?” He asked her.

She glared at him, rubbing where Ember had grabbed her. “Last time you were here, you left them.” She spat at him.

“Hmm,” he hummed softly. The two stood there, staring at each other with intent of harming one another…

“Took you long enough.” She said rather harshly…

Before both of their lips failed to keep this hatred look on their faces. Soon, the soundproof room was filled with joyful sounds of laughter.

Rachel raced over to the Dragon Lord, jumping up and wrapping her legs around him as Spike held her up, both of them in a deep, passionate kiss.

Spike, carrying her in place, walked over to the bed and fell into it without breaking this long session.

What no other dragon ever knew, that way before Rachel was used to calm the war, she and Spike were seeing each other.

It was during a flight Spike had taken to get away from everyone - he needed me time - and found this lone girl near the watering hole he often goes. Obviously at first glance, Rachel was scared, but she didn’t know who the Dragon Lord was. But after like five minutes later, she wasn’t afraid anymore.

Each day for seven months prior to her coming here, they would see each other. And then one day, it happened, they fell and made love under the starry night. If anyone would knew that a Dragon and a human were together, it would cause chaos. Sure Spike was rather angered by her father’s decision to offer his daughter to prevent the destruction of his pathetic rebel camp, but it made Spike happy.

In fact, it was Rachel’s idea to keep the act up and fight with anyone but him. It turned him on in so many ways it was driving him nuts.

What was funny, to keep up the act more, she offered her best friends to make things interesting. He did find it funny.

“I missed you…” Rachel cooed softly. Spike kisses were feather-light, retaking in her sweet scent.

“You have no idea how much the feeling’s mutual.” Spike said softly as he trailed down to her neck. Down to that one sweet spot that had her sweetly moan, music sounding to his ears.

Spike’s hand trailed down to the fabric of this gown. There wasn’t room for much chit chat. He goes to pull the nightgown up…

Till he heard a giggle. “Seriously? Reenacting All Hail the Draconic Queen?”

Spike snapped his head up from his lover and groaned.

Fucking Luna!

“Why must all of my friends ruin my life?” Spike asked himself with a whine.

“Oh young Spike.” the night princess giggled. “If I were to ruin it, I’d do this,” She said, snapping her fingers.

“Oh Spikey Wikey!”

Spike froze. He looked down where Rachel was.

Fuck it, it was Rarity in her place!

Spike screamed, jumping off the bed. He staggered away from it before glaring at Luna. “Not fucking cool!” His face was flushed red.

“Oh Spike, it’s not my fault. My sister asked me to...punish you for using our castle as your personal dump.” She replied with a giggled. “Seriously? You’re reenacting a Harlequin novel.”

“Fuck off!” Spike shouted out of embarrassment. “I-i-it was one of the books Cadence let me read. I-I-gah!!” He covered his face with his hands. His entire body was turning red. “Get out of my head!”

Luna nodded. “As you wish.” She said before leaving his dream, but not before snapping her fingers.

A pair of hands reached around the poor dragon, causing him to jump.

“Sssssssssssssssssssssppppppppppppppppppike!” He turned around and saw that it was another Rarity, this time moaning like a damn zombie.

“I want yoooouuu!” another Rarity moaned, causing him again to turn around again. On the bed were more Rarities, all reaching out for him, crawling towards him.

Soon, more and more Rarities began to appear.

Spike shouted as he was faced with an army of white marshmallow zombies! He tried to burn them with his fire when his flames were replaced with bubbles.

“Not this dream again!” He screamed. He ran to the chamber doors when the doors were broken by more Rarities. All wanted a piece of him.

This wasn’t a dream, this was a fuckin’ nightmare!

All the Rarities had backed Spike against a wall. Spike had grabbed a chair and swung at them but they just kept going, soon overpowering him.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Spike screams loudly.

Spike sat up in his bed with a scream. His whole body drenched in burning sweat.

He glanced up at the clock on the wall, seeing it was barely two in the morning. He was back in his cabin, back on the cruiseliner.

Spike groaned loudly before falling back on his back. “Note to self, find a way to send that nightmareic bitch back to the fuckin’ moon… and return Cadence’s books when i get a chance.”

Author's Note

Thank you PuzzleMaster98 for helping me with my editing :3