Rise of Spike

Rise of Spike 3

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

...III...

The sun was setting on Spike's first day in his native land. Now for many people such a time would be filled by self-reflection, meditation, spiritual discovery-

"WILL YOU STOP GRABBING MY JUNK!?" Screamed an annoyed drake for the fiftieth time as his female companion once more forcibly grabbed him 'there' and held him down...'just because'.

"I'm not grabbing your 'junk', I'm playing with your tiny sesame seeds and your even smaller tic tac." She teased. "And if you don't like it...MAKE me stop." She said with a chuckle.

Spike flustered, even before he'd come here he'd been somewhat aware of his...shortcoming's. It had been bad enough that he was shorter the everyone, had no wings, and his flame was embarrassingly low...but as for his man meat- or lack thereof...

He'd been first made aware of this 'fact of life' the day he lost his swim trunks while swimming with the cutie mark crusaders...bad enough they laughed at his 'teeny weeny'...they also stole his trunks and he had to chase them naked through Ponyville to get it back...

The whole ordeal had been humiliating, the Crusaders later apologized- after their hides got tanned by their respective sister-figures -And Spike had been sorta hoping to just forget the whole thing...

Sadly, even to this day, many of the mares he'd been forced to run past still giggled when he walks by and whisper 'Vienna sausage' to each other when they think he can't hear...

It didn't help matters that sometime afterwards when he'd been trying to help Rarity with her sewing, she wasn't paying attention so his shorts got snagged on her sewing machine and got ripped off...in her defense she tried REALLY hard to not laugh at what she saw(spoiler alert: she failed miserably)...and she gave him ice cream and his favorite gems afterwards...it didn't help...(especially since he overheard Sweetie bell whisper to her 'I think it actually got smaller'.)

After that, he'd been forced to go to his mom about his 'issue'- and BOY had that been awkward for all concerned! In any case, since ponies didn't know that much about dragon biology Twilight was forced to give him the usual 'you'll grown into it eventually' spiel that most loving mothers give their sons...

Of course, as humiliating as those instances had been...it was NOTHING compared to THIS. A very attractive, NAKED dragon girl was pinning him, LITERALLY had him by the short and curlies, and took every opportunity to remind him of his inadequacy...

"It is NOT okay, that I'm enjoying this." Thinks a mortified Spike who was actually a bit thankful that his 'issue' made it impossible for Ember to notice his 'reaction' to her.

He glares defiantly up at her. "Come on, seriously? Why are you doing this to me!?"

Ember shrugs, "Hey, I'm fulfilling our agreement! I'm teaching you all about dragon culture! And a large part of our culture is sex and sexual dominance!" She explained sincerely, giving his nuts another playful squeeze during the word 'dominance'.

Spike gulped, "Uh...okay?" He asked nervously.

Ember continued on, "Oh, yeah! Were all about one-uping each other in everything! But especially when it comes to sex! It's why we don't wear clothes, not only because were too tough to care about the elements but because it gets in the way of our 'fun'. The elders say we value it because of how deeply we understand the importance of conceiving the next generation and continuing the circle of life for our species- She let's out a dismissive snort, "Of course for those of us who AREN'T geriatric geezers, we just like sex, and proving our superiority to others."

Again, she gives him a squeeze during the word 'superiority'...the meaning is not lost on Spike.

She then smirks at him, "Secondly, don't think for one second that just because your wiener is too tiny to see, that I can't smell your arousal...you like this, small fry." She teased.

Spike groaned, "Annnnd, there goes the last shred of my dignity."

"Dignity? Buddy, that ship sailed several hours ago!" She laughed.

"...Yeah, that sounds about right." He admits in resignation.

Desperately trying to change the subject- and ignore the feeling of both her iron grip on his genitals and the feeling of her splendid breasts and womanhood rubbing against his back while she had him pinned to the ground- he asks: "So...have you had a lot of-

Ember sighs, "I'm no virgin, but I haven't had nearly as much as I'd like. Since my dad's the king, this give guys ideas to assassinate me while were intimate or impregnate me so they're family has a claim to the throne..."

Spike looked at her sorrowfully, "Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. That must be- Wait, did you say your dad's king?!"

Ember grinned evilly, "That's right...which means your getting dominated by a genuine princess!" Again, she squeezes his poor, abused nuts during the word 'dominated'.

Ember smirked as the smell of his 'arousal' grew stronger, "Oh! You like getting trod upon by royalty, huh? Wait, didn't you say your adopted mom was a princess? Well, ain't you the kinky one?" She teases.

Spike responds by vomiting in disgust and his 'arousal' along with his genitals had shriveled up in disgust faster then a salted slug.

Ember quickly let him go startled, "Okay, wow. Sorry, I clearly went too far there..." She said in a sincere apologetic way.

Spike glared, "YAH THINK!?" He snapped back in anger.

Ember giggled, "I'm sorry, I just can't take you seriously when your angry! Your like a little, yapping...Diamond dog thing! And it REALLY doesn't help since your 'snail' has crawled back into it's shell...you look like a eunuch!"

Red in both rage and humiliation...he then went deathly white as her words sunk in- "Wait, Eunuch?! Castration is a THING here?!" He said in panic as he covered his ding-dong protectively.

Ember smirked, "Yep, I've personally cut off thousands of willy's from male's who thought they could 'best me', but don't worry Spike. I only rip off REAL genitals not 'useless trinkets.'" She says that last bit with a chuckle.

Spike gave her a sour look... "Explain to me again why I'm putting up with your BS and NOT heading back to my nice, safe home back in Ponyville?" He asked annoyed.

"Because if you DON'T go through the Gauntlet at least once in your life, your body won't develop right and if your inner-flame doesn't kill you your appendix bursting out wrong will." Ember reminds him flatly.

Spike's whole body deflated, "Riiiiight...I'm totally fracked aren't I?"

Ember tries to reassure him. "No, look it's quite simple, there are three important tasks you need : First you lose your virginity to a dragon- or mass orgy- Spike blushes and whimpers -whatever floats your boat. Then you go to the gorge of gems and feast on the most delicious gems- Spike salivated -while fighting all the other dragons to the death to do so- Spike paled -then we all have sex AGAIN- then you chug down enough black lava to make your appendix burst in a non-lethal- Spike perked up -yet excruciatingly agonizing way- Spike felt despair yet again -and then we have MORE sex!" She says that last part excited. "And yes, I realize that that's technically more then 3, but the extra sex is just for fun!

Spike groaned, "Dang it, I won't even be able to do the sex part!...no girl is going to want this..." He looks down on his pathetic nub of a wiener saddened...

"Yep, I can see that." Said Ember flatly.

Spike glared.

"Oh, sorry! I thought that was a question directed at me. But look if it makes you feel better...as long as you keep your end of the bargain, not only will I teach you to survive the other challenges and dragon life in general...I'll have sex with you too." She offered warmly.

Spike turned an even redder shade of crimson, "You- (gulp) -will?" He asked nervously as he began to sweat.

Ember smirked and posed her body in way that her breasts and womanhood were more displayed for the young Drake's sight...and delight.

Spike blushed, Wow Ember...I didn't realize you Felt that way-

"Whoa, there buddy! This is just business, no offense but you might be cute...but your a mamma's boy." She replied snidely.

Spike looked at her both shocked and annoyed, "Mamma's- I'm 13!" He retorted.

"So?"

Spike took a deep breath to calm himself and explain; "In pony culture, colts aren't considered adults until the age 18."

Ember quirked an eyebrow, "For real? Weird- Well anyway, dragons are considered adults when 12. With the exception of important dragons like my father, most dragons either kick their young out of their nests at that age or just abandoned them."

"Yikes...isn't that kinda cruel?" Asked Spike horrified.

"Eh, it's a cruel world. life goes on. Since my dad's the king, he needs to keep me around because someone could use me to usurp his throne. Either by having him killed in an 'accident' and and using me as a bride to give someone's kid legitimacy or using me as a breeding factory to create heir's strong enough to kill him one day."

Spike just kept staring at her in horror. Not just because of what she was saying...but how she said it, completely indifferent. She was talking in the same kind of apathetic tone one would expect from a 'discussion about the weather or local politics'. As if a family being murdered from children born of rape were an everyday occurrence!

...Spike vowed that if he got out of this alive...to give Twilight and Celestia EXTRA big Mothers day presents early for rescuing him from this HORRIBLE life!

Then Spike realized something, "Wait, if 12 is the age adult hood and your 13-

Ember rolled her eye's, "I got my urges last year like everyone else...but for some reason dad refused for me to go to the Gauntlet and wait another year...he never explained why..." She shrugged, "In any case although not recommended, the stronger of us dragons- i.e. me -can survive missing the gauntlet at least once, for someone like or for me to do it more then once would be fatal." She said smugly.

But now it was Spike's turn to be smug, "For your information; I survived it FOUR times before my Grandmare Princess Celestia found out and forced me to come for the sake of my health."

Ember's eye's popped out, "What the- But that's not- HOW!?" She didn't like to admit it, but she came very close to dying that first time! And everyone knew she was one of the toughest dragons around! She'd tried to make it seem like it was no big deal, but truthfully she was glad her father didn't make her go through with it for a 2nd time! But for this pipsqueak to survive FOUR times!?

Ever eager to help people, Spike began to explain: "Well it wasn't easy, I had to find the right medicine first and foremost. But after looking through 'Meadowbrook's guide of 101 herbs and fungi' I realized-

"Whoa, slow down there poindexter! ...'Med-icine'? What's that, some kinda rash?"

Spike just looks at her in disbelief...then face-palms, "You gotta be kidding me..."

...

...so turns out the dragon version of healthcare is...suck it up, take a salt tablet, and stop crying! Basically, if you get injured...either it heals or it doesn't...and you die.

Which made Spike even more desperate to head back and see if there was anything that could be salvaged from his destroyed supplies, Ember flies him toward the place she'd rescued him from Garble...

On the way there... "Say, I've been meaning to ask...how big's your hoard?"

Spike shrugged, "Oh, I don't have one."

Ember nearly fell out of the sky in shock, "WHAT!?" She screamed.

Unfortunately, Spike couldn't answer...he was too busy plummeting to his death...

…III...

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