Lockheart

“Hey there, Rarity,” spoke Spike outside the door to her boutique. His body was drenched with sweat despite it being a fair weathered day. It was due to his nerves as he practiced his lines for asking out the pony he loved. “As you can see I am no longer the little dragon that merely had a crush on you. I have become a man and I want you to see that. So… would you… pretty please go on a day with me?”

After saying all that, he dropped to his knees to catch his breath. He had been practicing such lines for over an hour.

“That was my best attempt you,” he panted and wiped his forehead. “I only hesitated a bit at the end and only sounded slightly desperate for a second. I think… I’m ready.” Looking at the door, Spike held his arm out of knock on it, but found his arm frozen in place. Try as he might, he couldn’t knock on it and in a panic, Spike ran away to hide at the park inside the gazebo.

“Damn it!” he cried, digging his claws into the wooden bench in frustration. “I almost had it, but I got cold feet.” Taking in a few breaths, Spike managed to slowly calm himself down. Looking down, he could faintly see the boner he had hidden beneath some clothes, a pair of green boxers and some pre torn jeans, along with a black sleeveless t-shirt with a fiery green flame design on it. It was all Rarity’s design, this one customized for him as it even had a holes made in them for his tail and wings to go through.

Ever since Spike met Tamati and he helped him lose his virginity, the inexperienced dragon couldn’t stop lusting for more sex, a yearning that his claws could not satisfy. While not busy with some task or chore, thoughts of pussies and breasts kept popping up in his head, especially whenever a mare would cross his path. Finally, last night was the final straw when he had a wet dream about the sex he had with Twilight. He needed to satisfy his hunger for lust and he couldn’t wait for Tamati to return to help him out. Spike had to handle this himself and thus he attempted to make a move on Rarity only to end up running scared with his tail between his legs.

“Maybe I need to start out with someone easier than Rarity,” thought Spike as he let go of the bench and turned to gaze out of the gazebo to admire the gentle beauty of the park. “But if not her, then who?”

“La! Lalala! La! Lalala!” came a melodic voice, not too far away. Like a siren’s song, the soothing sound eased Spike’s tension and got him on his feet to follow it to the source.

“That voice,” thought Spike as he could hear it becoming clearer with each step he took. “I know that voice.” The song lead Spike to the pond in the center of the park and that’s where he saw her. She was a white pony with a mane half pink and half purple and ended in curls. As a unicorn she possessed a magical, white horn that parted her mane between the two hues. Her eyes were a soft shade of green and her Cutie Mark was a shield with red on the left, pink in the middle and purple on the right. In the middle of it was a star with a musical note on it. Around her neck, she had a necklace of purple beads. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a yellow shirt that clung firmly to her body, showing off her fair-sized chest. Beside her was a pair of yellow sandals, taken off as she soaked her feet in the cool water.

“Sweetie Belle,” admired Spike, realizing it was Rarity’s younger sister before even seeing her. While she didn’t possess the same beauty as her elder sister that went hand-in-hand with appearing fabulous, she had a softer quality of appeal that was often experienced through ears before eyes. Spike couldn’t help smile as he continued to listen to her melodic tone as she had only been warming up her voice and hadn’t even started to sing yet.

“Sunny days!” she finally started singing. “Shining brightly! Shining warmly! Gentle breeze! Blowing swiftly! Blowing cooly! Crystal waters! Flowing… something… Flowing… something else…” Her song came to a rather quick end despite so wonderful a start. “Come on, inspiration. Where are you?”

“Working on a song?” asked Spike, deciding to make himself known before she could wonder why he was watching her from the bushes.

“Oh, hey, Spike,” she greeted him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just out for the day and came to the park,” he explained. “Then I heard you singing and ended up over here. Guess you were admiring the scenery, hoping to find the words for your song?”

“I’ve been having artist’s block for days now,” she sighed. “It’s annoying, but fun at the same time, strange as that might sound. Whenever I want to get inspired I try doing all sorts of different things. Heh, it kind of makes me nostalgic for all the crazy things I did with Applebloom and Scootaloo to get our Cutie Marks.”

“Those days sure seem like forever ago now,” commented Spike as he took a seat beside her and dipped his scaley feet into the water too. “You’ve sure grown up a lot since then.”

“You have too,” she pointed out and gave one of his wings a tug. “I remember the pouty face Scoots made when you were suddenly flying.”

“Yeah,” breathed Spike. “Memories…” There was a bit of a silence as the two sat next to one another. Spike turned his head a little, checking out Sweetie’s body and liked what he saw. In terms of size, she wasn’t as tall as Twilight or as busty, but she looked wonderfully soft and enticing to embrace. The dragon just struggled to find the words to ask her. “Do you… like me?”

“Of course I do,” she answered, not quite focused on what he meant. She was still distracted, mulling over her song as she searched for the right words. “We’ve been friends pretty much since you first arrived in Ponyville.”

“Well, would you like to spend some time together, just the two of us?” he added.

“Like we are now?” she questioned him.

“I, um, guess we are, but maybe like a picnic or something,” he tried to explain to her, but couldn’t find the nerve to simply ask her out.

“A picnic would be fun,” she agreed. “But maybe some other time. I have to head over to the clubhouse. I have a meeting with the other crusaders and I’m gonna be late as is.” Pulling her feet out of the water, she then slipped her sandals on and ran off.

“But Sweetie Belle,” Spike attempted to say, but his voice didn’t carry on the wind like hers did.

“See ya!” she waved to him before rushing out of sight.

“I was asking you out on a date,” the enamored, purple dragon sighed and slumped onto his back in defeat. “I need some advice,” he realized and knew just the dragon to turn to.

Upon his throne, Tamati sat. A huge table was placed before him with plates of gold and silver, each with a different delicious delicacy upon them. There was also a wine glass of fine crystal that was dyed blood red from the drink poured in just short of touching the rim. As light shined through it, a crimson tint covered over the table.

“I hope it is to your liking, master,” spoke Chrysalis as she and the rest of his harem bowed before him, staying just far enough back that the table didn’t block his view of them. “And forgive us for taking so long to procure you proper dining arrangements.”

“No need to apologize,” he replied as he looked upon the spread before him. There was manticore steak glazed in pineapple juice, stuffed roc with cranberries, and even steam fried cragodile meat with sauteed vegetables. There was also a bushel of big, red, delicious apples in a straw basket along with another basket containing red grapes. Last, but certainly not least was a jar with a rainbow of different gems reserved for the end. To have such a feast set up just for him was more than the dark dragon could have hoped for and salivated with delight. “You have done well. All of you have.”

“Then feast to your contentment,” the former queen stated and watched with delight for him to take his first taste of the meal.

With fork and knife in claws, Tamati stabbed into the manticore steak and then lined up his knife to cut a piece off of it. The blade sliced through it almost effortlessly, showing how perfectly it had been cooked. Bringing a piece to his maw, the hungry dragon slipped it through his lips and savored the flavor on his tongue. The sides of his maw couldn’t help curve upward as the taste delighted him, the exotic fruit a perfect pairing with the even more unique cut of meat.

Tamati cut off a few more pieces to partake in before moving onto the roast roc, grabbing a drumstick and tearing it off. Bringing it up to his maw, he bit into it and tore a huge chunk off. “Heh, takes just like chicken,” he chuckled before reaching into the bird, pulling out a clawful of stuffing that had soaked in the bird’s juices as it had been cooked. He stuffed the entire handful into his maw, allowing the taste to sit there for a while before munching it up and swallowing. Around the side of the bird was tons of cranberries. The dark dragon stabbed his claws into four and brought them to his muzzle. With a flick of each finger, he flung them into his mouth to consume them too.

Next, he carefully sampled the wine, taking the glass in hand while extending his pinkie claw. Bringing it to his lips, he gently sipped it and then returned it back to the table. “I might not know the vintage, but I know what tastes good,” he commented, much to the enjoyment of his harem. He reached for the cragodile meat next, looking eager to see how this tasted. “I also must admit, I didn’t think I’d be able to get a meal like this here. No offense, but Changelings never did strike me as masters of the culinary arts.”

“You aren’t wrong,” Chrysalis admitted. “But we are masters at impersonation. Often when we feed we must not only replace other creatures, but also pose as them to obtain as much love as we can from everyone around them. There’s no telling how long a feeding could last and we never know what skills we might have to develop in order to keep up the charade. Honey here once posed as a chef in Manehatten for nearly a month.”

“Is that so,” grinned Tamati as he picked up the cragodile, peeling off it’s rough skin to get at the tender, white meat inside. He looked down at the Changeling in question. This one had yellow-tinted eyes and a white apron on. There was also a white, crumpled piece of cloth in her one hand that the dragon could tell was a chef’s hat.

“I didn’t realize the pony I replaced was a gourmet chef,” she told him. “It was a part of our attack on Manehatten. Several other Changelings and I were tasked with securing locations for the rest of the hive to hide out in and then attack the city en mass. In that time, I had to learn to cook as skillfully as the pony I was impersonating. It was a lot of hard work and the attack ended up getting canceled, but I am glad I finally was able to put these skills to good use for Master.”

“I am delighted too,” mumbled Tamati as he tore into the cragodile meat, quickly stripping it down to the bones with his teeth and then went back to the manticore meat and the roast roc. He devoured it all with some wine drunk throughout the meal. His harem took turns refilling his glass and once all the meat was gone they gathered up the apples, grapes, and gems to hand feed him. They did so as sexily as they could, with the hopes of gaining more of his favor for any fun to come post meal. Tamati happily accepted all the food, laying back and opening his maw just wide enough for them to push the food through and gently plant a tiny kiss upon their hands too. The girls giggled amused at his playful antics and quickly grabbed something else to feed him, quickly working through every juicy apple, plump grape, and crunchy gemstone till it was all deposited into the dragon’s taught gut. The harem then pushed aside the table to rub and soothe his belly to help him relax.

“If you liked this feast,” spoke Honey. “I know tons of other recipes that I’m sure you’ll love too.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Tamati patted his gut contently. “I’m going to need plenty of food like this to keep up my strength for all the fucking I’m going to be doing.” He let out a chuckle at the thought only to be interrupted by a belch. Flames spewed forth from his maw and out of them appeared a scroll that dropped down onto the table like the check for the meal he had eaten.

“Seems Spike has some more news for me,” smirked Tamati as he plucked up the scroll and cut the seal by dragging his claw across it. Unrolling the scroll he started to read what his ally had sent him, the writing done very neatly, each letter perfectly proportioned and legible through years of experience.

Dear Tamati,

I’ll start this letter off with an update on my research on the Elements of Discord. I have discovered that Twilight’s notes are divided into three different levels of importance. The first is anything written in the common language. All of this information seems to be of little consequence or possibly intentionally incorrect information as a means to thwart anyone attempting to use her research for unsavory means. It’s very typical of her. She does uses a lot of misdirection in order to hide where she has her fan-fiction stories. A lot of juicy stuff in there, but that’d take us too far off topic.

The next section is written in old Ponish. It’s essentially a dead language that only a scholarly type like Twilight would go through the trouble to learning and as her assistant I had to become well versed in it too. The information here is a bit more useful, but mostly just theories and speculation. It isn’t solid enough to take at face value yet and I don’t want to say much on it in case it turns out to be just a waste of time. I’m also still working within the first twenty or so pages so there’s tons more to go through.

The final section is written in a sort of code that I’m guessing Twilight made up to keep the most important things she wrote from being read, even by me. It’ll take time to crack the code and from what I can see, each page of with any code on it uses a different key. She likely has a spell to instantly solve it, but I’m rather skilled at word puzzles. I’ve managed a couple so far and the info is looking good so far. We can only hope that once enough is revealed that we will know were an Element of Discord is hidden.

“Glad to see my researcher is making progress,” smiled Tamati as he continued to read. He grinned at what he saw, finding the second part of the letter more amusing.

As for how I’ve been doing. Well, after our night with Twilight I’ve wanted to have more sex. Today, I attempted to ask a pony out on a date, hoping to get some action afterwards, but to say I struck out would be an understatement cause I think I failed at even finding the plate. I was hoping you might be able to give me some advice.
Loyally yours,
Spike

“Nothing warms my heart more than guiding a hormonally needy youth to a life of blissful indulgence,” Tamati grinned and licked his chops with a lustful hunger this time. He turned to his harem with orders to them. “Clear the table and gather me up my scrolls and quills. I have some letters to write.”

Quickly, the Changelings in his harem took away the plates and everything else on the table adn then gathered what he requested, several blank scrolls, a few quills, recently plucked from the roc he had eaten, and a couple bottles of ink. With it all laid out before him, Tamati picked up the first quill and dipped it into the ink. He then began writing, his penmanship proving far less polished than Spike’s. His cursive was quite sloppy as his letters were very disproportioned and the lines of text were terribly crooked. Ink ended up bleeding out of his quill a number of times too, forcing him to have to rewrite parts over again. By the time he finished, his claws and arms were covered with blotches of ink that were hard to see against his naturally black scales. Still, despite his struggles he looked pleased with what he had written. “My best effort at writing a letter yet,” he spoke with lots of truth in his words as he recalled the failures of letters he had attempted in the days prior.

With the letter complete, Tamati rolled the scroll up and added the seal. “There, now I just focus on the recipient, Spike, take a deep breath, and…” While his maw was open and his lungs were filled with air, Tamati held up the scroll in front of his face. The black dragon then exhaled some black flames that quickly engulfed the flammable paper, reducing it to nothing but a puff of smoke that drifted across the room and vanished.

“Heh,” chuckled Tamait. “Quite a useful trick for quickly and discreetly communicating with others. Now, I just need to wait for Spike to reply.”

Spike sat at the desk in his room. He had the book on the Elements of Discord in front of him along with a scroll of paper he had copied one of the coded sections onto and had begun trying to decipher. He had managed to pick out which symbols stood for ‘t,’ ‘h,’ and ‘e’ due to their the same three symbols appearing so frequently in the same order, particularly at the start of the sentences. From there, he also had a couple more letters figured out and a few more he was narrowing down. But despite his efforts at solving it, he was mostly doing this just to pass the time till Tamati replied to his letter.

When a sudden case of gas hit his stomach, it rose up to his chest and then his throat. Spike turned, ready to unleash a belch of flames much like Tamati had done before. “Urp!” Flames of green spewed out of his maw. Out of the fire materialized the letter his new lord had written him with the response he had been waiting for. Without wasting a moment, Spike broke open the seal and began reading it to the best of his ability. With how poor the penmanship was along with all the blotches of ink, it took him a few minutes more than it normally would have.

Dear Spike,

It thrills me to no end that you are pursuing the finer things in life after the guidance I’ve given you. I will be more than happy to provide you with all my wisdom on the matter. For starters, let me see what I’ve got to work with. Send me over a few photos of yourself from multiple angles so I can give you a proper analysis.
Best regards,
Tamati

“He needs some photos?” commented Spike after he finished reading. Opening up a drawer in his desk, Spike pulled out an Instant Camera. “Well, Twilight did say this camera was mainly for research purposes, after all.”

Spike set up the camera on his desk and peeked through the lense to get a sense of where he needed to stand to be properly in the shot. Once he was all set, Spike set the timer and hurried in front of the camera to be caught in the image as the flash went off. Walking back over as the first image developed, Spike picked up the photo as he came out of the device and shook it to help the image appear, showing a front view of him standing upright. Placing the picture on his desk, Spike continued to set the camera’s timer, take the picture and see the results of each one, getting several angles of himself.

“I think this should be enough,” figured Spike as he gathered the half a dozen photos and in a breath of fire, sent them to the dark dragon. Spike then sat down to wait and sooner than he expected, a response came back. “Wow, a reply already?” Opening the scroll, Spike read what he had written, just one messy line.

“Not bad, but this time no clothes.”

“Oh,” blushed Spike feeling a bit awkward now that his veil of ignorance over the pleasures of the flesh had been lifted. Just the act of pulling off his shirt sent a strange tingle through his body that only grew more euphoric as he slipped out of his pants. Already, his mind was focusing in on sex, quickly going hand-in-hand with the thought of undressing. His cock quickly became hard before his underwear was removed, pulling them down and off his legs.

It took Spike a couple minutes to find his courage to set the timer on the camera once more and get into position for the front shot. The light hitting his exposed body, cock and all, felt far more impactful than it ever had before and as he saw his first revealing nuddy he felt a guilty pleasure.

“Heh, with a little work I could probably get a job as a model in Play Pony,” joked Spike finding enjoyment out of this after getting over being camera shy. Getting the camera set up again, he took more photos, getting his sides and back next and then taking more than a dozen more in kinky poses, showcasing a closeup of his ass then his cock and balls and many other poses he felt were sexy.

“Think I got a little carried away,” laughed Spike taking nearly three times as long with this second batch of photos. Once more, he sent the photos off and awaited a response as he put his clothes back on. After several minutes of not receiving an immediate answer, Spike assumed he had given Tamati what he needed. Then a bit more waiting later and he felt another involuntary belch arrive with the response he had been waiting for.

Dear Spike,

Much better and while you didn’t have to go so above and beyond with all those extra ones it makes me proud to have such a sexually active second-in-command in my ranks. I know, without a doubt, that we’ll get along just fine.

Now, for my evaluation. You have a decent foundation from what I can see. Smooth, healthy scales, photogenic, comfort and confidence in your body, and with natural sex appeal. Those are the positives. We don’t need to worry about them. What we do have to deal with is your figure. You barely have one. From dragon standards, you don’t have much muscle mass to speak of and the most I can say you only possess a slight gut.

My advice to you is to start working out and building some muscle mass. I’m sure even a small town like the one you live in has to have some place you can do that. Give it your all and then, tonight, send me word on your progress and I’ll give you your next instructions for what to do. That is, if you take my advice. The choice is still all yours, but just remember who this advice is coming from.
Tamati

“Working out, huh,” pondered Spike as the thought of himself with more muscles. “This might be fun.”

“You call that working out?!?” roared a Pegasus Pony with incredibly tiny wings that didn’t look capable of lifting the freakishly muscular pony they were attached to off the ground.

This white-furred pony was so overly buff that his veins were very bulging out all over his body and could be seen throbbing as blood flowed through them. He had a Cutie Mark of a dumbbell, the perfect symbol for this hulking behemoth who lived to build muscle mass and help others do the same. His blond mane was always kept at an even half an inch cut over his head and he wore golden rings earrings on his ears. His red eyes added more frightfulness to the intensity of his voice that only seemed to have a loud setting. A red speedo that sole thing he had on. It clung tightly to his waist, keeping the majority of his body bare so all his physique could be seen.

He looked down at the ponies taking his class, each doing push ups to the point they could barely keep from collapsing to the ground in exhaustion. “I wanna see you all sweat!”

“We are,” groaned the numerous ponies who were already soaked in perspiration, most to the point that even their clothes were soggy like they had fallen into a pool of water. They all had regretted signing up for his Beginner’s Course, a once a week exercise program, almost as soon as they saw what he considered a beginner to be able to handle. It was only their first day and already they felt they did more exercise in one hour than they did in all their lives.

“Then that means we’re warmed up,” he continued. “Time to-” The alarm on the gym’s clock buzzed as it marked the end of the first full hour of his workout routine. “Time for the first hour cooldown break,” he announced. “Everyone take ten minutes to cool down and then-” The muscular pony didn’t get to finish his sentence before all the ponies in his gym were dashing out the door driven to move only by their desire to escape. Opening the door, the bell attached rang once as all the ponies who took the class all went out together. Seeing them leave, the trainer just scoffed. “They’re not coming back.” Alone in his gym, the pony walked over to his weights and started lifting the 100 lb. ones with ease. “They never come back.”

He expected the rest of his day to be full of silence like his days usually were in his gym, but as the door opened again, the bell rang once more and caught his attention. “Hmm?” he pondered. “Did someone come back.”

“No,” answered Spike. “This is actually my first time here. Hey, Bulk Biceps.”

“Hey! Little Dragon!” he greeted Spike with his same gruff voice though the intensity was far less. Putting down his weights he went over to give him a hug him. Spike tried to back away from it, but he was caught and hugged tight in a bone-crushing hold.

“Actually, my name is Spike,” the dragon wheezed.

“Even better,” he replied like that made any sense, but he did let him go before he snapped his spine like a toothpick. “So, what brings you here?”

“I’m here to work out,” answered Spike. “Do you think you can help?”

“I try to help make ponies strong, but they always run away,” he told him. “They can’t handle the rip!”

“I’m sure I can handle it,” Spike replied not sounding too confident. “Dragons are made of tougher stuff.”

“Then let’s do this, Little Dragon!” cheered Bulk Biceps, instantly convinced at Spike’s claim. He lifted Spike up like he was weightless and carried him over to the barbell, sitting him on the bench and helped him carefully lay back without hitting his head on the thick, metal rod.

“My name is Spike,” the little dragon attempted to correct him, but didn’t pursue the matter after that in favor of getting started. Spike watched as his trainer adjusted the barbell, the pole itself weighing ten pounds and he added twenty pounds to each side of it.

“Start with this,” he instructed Spike, his voice getting more intense as he got excited to have someone to train again.

Gripping the barbell in his claws as Bulk Biceps gripped it too to spot him, Spike began lifting the weight over his chest and started to do reps, counting silently as he did. Lifting fifty pounds did prove a bit of a challenge for his draconic strength, getting harder with each attempt to move it either to his chest or away from it.

“Eight… nine… ten,” breathed Spike as he managed ten. “How’s that?”

“That’s a good start,” the muscular pony praised. “Now do ninety more!”

“N-Ninety?!?” cried Spike almost losing his grip on the barbell. “He had only done a tenth of that and his arms were already feeling sore. Hesitantly, Spike continued, managing the next ten still fairly easily and struggled some on the third set.

Gritting his teeth and groaning, Spike continued to do reps. His heart rate increased and he started to sweat as he felt the burn. After passing sixty he stopped counting, barely able to focus as his arms felt like jelly.

“Just a little more!” encouraged Bulk Biceps, still focused on spotting for Spike to ensure his safety so he could keep pushing his limits. Arms aching and body already covered in sweat, Spike kept at it till he felt the barbell lifted and placed back on its resting spot, a sign that Spike had succeeded. “One hundred reps. Well done!”

“Great,” Spike moaned as his arms were hanging down limply to the ground. “I told you dragons were tough.

“Time to move on to some leg workouts,” he instructed as he helped the weary dragon up to the Press Machine. He adjusted the weight on it to eighty pounds while Spike sat in the seat. “Let’s see you do three hundred of these.”

“This pony is trying to kill me,” worried Spike as he still couldn’t lift his arms. Still, in spite of his fears, Spike pressed his feet against the metal plate, causing the weights to be lifted up slowly. As he pulled his legs back, the weights slowly came back down for his first rep. He continued this over and over again, starting out strong like before, but after a while, he could feel the strain setting in as he his strength started to falter from fatigue and he still had a long way to go to meet his goal.

“First fifty done,” informed Bulk Biceps. “Once we are done here we can work on your abs, then your pecs, and lastly those glutes and tail of yours. Then you can get a cooldown and start over again.”

“And I thought this was going to be fun?” cried Spike internally as he perspired more as he could feel the burn in his legs now. The only thing keeping him going along with this workout was that this was the advice Tamati had given him to help out with his desire for sex, though such thoughts were in the back of his mind now.

Completing the leg press, Spike then moved onto the ab crunch machine and continued the circuit of exercise equipment till he had worked out every part of his body that Bulk Biceps had listed for him. After that was done, Spike dropped onto the mats for the cooldown, his body more exhausted than he ever imagined it could be. Bulk Biceps offered him some water and he gladly downed the entire bottleful to rehydrate. It was refreshing, but didn’t do anything to reinvigorate him. He barely had managed to recover even a little before the brief ten minutes passed and Spike found himself carried back to the barbell to give another one hundred reps. The exhausted dragon wanted to cry upon discovering the hell he had entered into.

“You were right, Little Dragon,” the happy trainer told Spike later in the day as they had finished up his workout. “You’re the first to make it through a full day of working out with me. Dragons sure are tough.”

“Yeah, tough,” moaned Spike sore over every inch of his aching body. “No trouble at all.”

“I look forward to seeing you back here tomorrow then,” he added much to Spike’s worries as he hobbled to the door and then had to drag himself all the way back to the Castle of Friendship.

“Oh, there you are, Spike,” greeted Twilight as he returned home. “I haven’t seen you all day. What have you been up to?”

“Working out at the gym,” he answered weakly.

“I’m very proud of you,” she told him. “You keep this up and you’ll love those five pounds in no time.”

“Yippee,” he mumbled as he dragged himself to his room and barely made it into bed before collapsing onto it and passing out.

Night had fallen by the time Spike awoke and unfortunately for him, his body only ached worse than ever. Rolling onto his back, he groaned, “Uh, how long have I been out cold?” he asked himself as he peeked out the window and saw the star lit sky. “All day, huh.”

With a bit more effort, Spike sat up in bed then trudged to his writing desk. Grabbing a quill and some scroll paper, he let out a yawn before writing. Despite just waking up, he still wrote in the same polished manner he always did. “Dear Tamati,” he spoke as he wrote. “I just awoke after exercising to exhaustion. I’m sore all over and my muscles are crying just from the thought of going back to the gym tomorrow. Tell me, is this really going to help me get some sex?”

Spike signed the bottom and then prepped the letter for sending. With his fire breath, he sent the letter out and then sat down to wait for a reply, not feeling up for much else at the moment. The purple dragon didn’t expect to get an immediate response, but, to his surprise, a belch erupted from him barely ten minutes later and with it a sloppily written letter from Tamati.

“A lot of soreness is to be expected after starting a rigorous workout, but as we dragons say, ‘fight through the pain,’” Spike read. “But seeing as you’ve had plenty of exercise, now’s as good a time as any to get something to eat. So, go grab yourself plenty of gems and sweets and anything else you want and just indulge yourself. Trust me, you’ve earned it and even if you didn’t, you’re a dragon and we do what we want when we want. Now go out there and show Twilight what you think of dieting and eating in moderation.”

“Heh,” chuckled Spike as he finished reading and found no end of amusement at the thought of defying Twilight and his diet. “A nice response, though he didn’t really answer my initial question whether or not all this exercise is worth it.” Shrugging his shoulders, Spike got to his feet and walked to his door. His body hurt from simply moving and even the simple act of walking made him ache. Despite all this, he took Tamati’s advice to fight through the pain and made his way towards the entrance of the castle. “But if he’s encouraging me to binge on all the food I want then I know of only one place in Ponyville that can help me with just that at this time of night.” With a grin that had drool dripping down to his chin, Spike ventured into the night. His stomach rumbled reminding him of how long he’s been without a meal and only added to his eagerness to go out and grab a bite to eat.

The otherwise silent night in Ponyville suddenly had eerie growls added to it as Spike’s stomach grumbled with hunger as he made his way forward. He passed by City Hall and Rarity’s Boutique as he approached his ultimate destination, Sugarcube Corner. Like all the other buildings in town all the lights were off and nobody appeared to be awake. That was how it appeared anyway, but Spike was one of the few privy to the store’s late night business. Sneaking around to the back, Spike knocked on the door three times, paused, knocked once, paused again, then knocked twice and waited.

A latch on the door opened so the pony on the other side of the door could peer out and looked down at Spike. Spike looked through it too, only able to see the pony’s baby blues. “What’ll it be?” she asked.

“Sunshine and smiles,” answered Spike. “With a side of cupcakes.”

She shut the latch and then the sound of a few locks being undone could be heard. The door then opened and Spike proceeded through into the pitch blackness of the bakery. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to see a table and he took a seat. Once he did, the table started to lower, bringing him to the secret underground facility in Sugarcube Corner. By day it was known as Pinkie Pie’s Party Cave, but over the years it had gained another name. As the table and chairs came to a stop, the lights in the cave lit up and all around Spike he could see tons upon tons of sugary confections just waiting to be eaten and in front of him, wearing a shimmering pink dress of sequins and glittery fabric was Pinkie Pie herself. Her curly pink mane and tail looked as big and fluffy as cotton candy. Her smile was also big and happy enough to brighten any room and right now was no exception either. She had a Cutie Mark of balloons, a perfect representation of her joy to throw parties and whether they are for everyone in town or simply a party of two.

“Been a while, Spikey,” she greeted him as she leaned on the table and looked over at him, her body very slim despite her incredible sweet tooth. If anything, all those calories seemed to end up mostly in her rack and the rest in her rear and thighs, leaving her svelte all over the rest of her body. “Welcome back to ‘The Cavity,’ Ponyville’s only late night snack shack. You’re actually my first late night customer in ages.”

“Sorry to hear that, but I’m here now,” he smiled at her.

“And I’m super happy you are,” she cheered, her bubbly personality made all the more adorable and even a bit sexy as her balloons bounced up and down with her excitement. “But what about Twilight? Didn’t she have you on a diet?”

“Oh, forget her and her diet,” scoffed the hungry dragon as he stomach grumbled. “I’m big enough to decide that kind of stuff for myself and right now I’m more interested in seeing just how many things I can stuff into my stomach in one night.”

“Well, let’s get started then,” Pinkie smirked and reached over to rub Spike’s gut, reaching under his shirt to feel the soft little layer of pudge that Twilight had been trying to make him lose. “It’d be such a shame to lose such a pudgy little tummy like this.”

“Then bring it on,” chuckled Spike as Pinkie got up and started to bring over a number of delicious confections from the vast quantity she had to pick from, starting with an apple pie she placed in front of him then a chocolate cake, a dozen lemon frosting cupcakes, and then went to gather up more.

“Come to hungry,” drooled Spike as he scooped up the first piece of pie from the tin it was in. Licking his chops, Spike shoved as much of it into his maw as he could and bit down, the bitter sweet taste of the apple filling was like heaven to the dragon who had been cut off from such tempting treats, not including what few things he had been able to sneak behind Twilight’s back. It was enough to bring a tear to his eye as he munched up the first mouthful and then quickly gobbled up the rest of the piece with a stuff smile on his face. He grabbed the second piece and did the same while Pinkie was filling up the table with brownies, cookies, plenty of gems, and more pie.

Greedily, Spike ate slice after slice of the piece till all six were crammed into his stomach and he patted it contently, his belly grumbles quieted down. “Oh, that hit the spot,” he sighed with bliss.

“I hope you haven’t filled yourself up yet,” spoke the pink pony as she rubbed his gut feeling the slight bump it now possessed.

“Not even close,” chuckled Spike no longer feeling the soreness of his body, at least it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had felt earlier. Grabbing a clawful of cookies, he shoved them into his maw and munched them up with delight.

“Milk?” she offered him a glass, and the gluttonous dragon chugged it to help wash down all those cookies. Next, Spike stuffed some gems into his maw and ground them into a fine dust. Grabbing at the cupcakes next, Spike peeled off the paper cups they were in and stuffed them into his maw one at a time as he happily savored the sour lemon frosting. After the first three, Spike downed the rest of his milk and Pinkie quickly refilled his glass before grabbing more sweets to fill up the space on the table he had already cleared away.

“This is a lot more fun than working out,” thought Spike as he switched over to brownies next, chomping on them with delight then trying some slices of cake and then back to pie.

“You sure were hungry,” giggled Pinkie Pie as she stood behind Spike’s back and felt up his gut some more. His gut bulged much bigger than before, feeling quite solid and only getting more taut as he stuffed more sweets into it. “Mmm, feeling much better too. I love seeing someone who knows how to put it away.”

“What can I say?” chuckled Spike. “When the food tastes this good, why would I ever want to stop? Besides, the night is still young and I might just be tempted to come back and indulge again tomorrow night.”

“And the night after that and the night after that?” hoped Pinkie Pie as she groped his gut while bursting with excitement.

“And possibly the night after that too,” he nodded with a mouthful of cookies. He swallowed them before he spoke some more. “Every night for as long as I want.”

“Then this calls for a celebration!” she cheered. “I’m bringing out the ice cream sundaes!”

“Sounds good to me,” smirked Spike still hungry and eager for more.’’

Spike awoke some time before noon the next day. His memory of the night before became a blur some time between his second cheesecake and a shoofly pie. How he managed to get back to the Castle of Friendship and into bed was a completely mystery to him, but not one he cared to worry about.

Yawning and stretching, he still felt a bit sore, but beyond that, he felt quite refreshed and full thanks to all the sleep and food he had. Getting out of bed, he rubbed eyes and waddled his way over to his full length mirror like he always did first thing in the morning and flexed his arms.

“I know it’s only been a day, but let’s see what that workout from Tartarus did to me,” yawned Spike as he opened his eyes to see if he had any new muscle. Whether he did or not was hard to tell, but what he quickly became aware of was the protruding gut he gained from his night of binging. Mouth agape, he pressed a claw at it and found it wasn’t tight from being filled to the brim with confections, but soft and doughy as a result of the pudge it gained after digesting all those empty calories. “Eyargh!” cried Spike at the sight of what his overindulgence had caused.

“Spike? Is everything okay?” called Twilight from outside his door.

“Uh, yeah, it’s fine,” he lied as he attempted to tuck his gut beneath his shirt, but it was still very obvious. “My body is still a bit sore from my workout yesterday and I just got out of bed in a really bad way.”

“Oh, well, maybe you should take the day off from exercise,” she suggested. “It’s only five pounds you’re trying to lose after all. Shouldn’t be any trouble a little diet and exercise can’t fix.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously as he looked at what he assumed was at least another ten pounds of pudge added to his frame. “No trouble at all.”

“Princess Celestia has need of me in Canterlot for a summit meeting with all the City States in Equestria,” she told him. “I was going to see if you wanted to come along, but if you’re not up for it, you can stay here. I just hope you don’t mind being on your own for the rest of the week.”

“No, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” he stated in a calmer tone. “And I bet by the time you see me next I’ll be a whole new dragon.”

“Oh, Spike,” she chuckled. “You don’t have to change for me. I like you just the way you are. Well, I better get myself ready. Packing to do. Checklists to make and all that.”

She took her leave and to Spike’s relief, she didn’t open his door to peek in at the extra chub he put on. “I’m not trying to change for you,” he spoke under his breath despite her not being there to hear him. Spike took a seat at his desk and started to write another letter over to Tamati.

“What’s the deal?” he wrote rather harshly onto the scroll paper. “You told me to indulge and I ended up putting on more weight. I hate to say this, but you’re horrible at giving advice for getting into shape.” With a quick breath, the chubby dragon incinerated the letter to sent it off.

Minutes later, Spike belched up a response, the scent of apple filling and chocolate still fresh on his breath. Tearing off the seal on the scroll, Spike read the letter, hoping for a good explanation. “Sounds like you had quite an enjoyable feast. That’s good. Also, I guess a better explanation is in order. You see, maturing dragons develop big body types that are either very muscular, very fat, or some mix in between. I’m sure if you’ve been around the Dragon Lands you’ve seen what I’m talking about. Dragons aren’t known for being skinny string beans like you’ve been while under the care of ponies. It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you pack on more meat than muscle. Just let yourself indulge and grow into your proper shape. Trust me when I tell you that you won’t feel more comfortable in your scales till you embrace your draconic urges and don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy eating yourself drunk last night. Continue to exercise and indulge for the rest of the week and then send me some photos of yourself again so I can see the after images. By then you should already understand what I mean. Till then, good luck, fatty. P.S. Don’t forget to continue to work on decoding the Elements of Discord for me.”

Grumbling, Spike crumpled up the paper, particularly pissed at being called a “fatty” at the end, but, after tossing the ball of paper into his trash bin, he looked down at his gut and rubbed it, recalling how Pinkie Pie had done some and a small smile appeared on his face.

“It does feel good having a bit of a gut,” he admitted. The curious, purple dragon then tried to flex his arm some, taking the time to examine it more closely. He did see some new muscle was there, albeit a little. “And I think I’m stronger from all that hellish training. Maybe this actually is working. I could at least give it the rest of the week like Tamati has said.” Standing up, Spike waddled over to his door and began his way once more to Bulk Bicep’s gym.

“Welcome back, Little Dragon!” greeted the buff, white horse. “I was starting to get a bit worried that you weren’t going to come back.”

“I told you,” Spike replied as he walked in. “Dragons are made of tough stuff and it’ll take more than a little exercise to scare me off. Also, it’s Spike.”

“Then let’s get back into this!” he exclaimed already sounding pumped up to help the dragon build up more muscle mass. They walked over to the bench with the barbell and Spike got into position as Bulk Biceps adjusted the weights of both sides to be the same as they had been the day before. He then lifted the bar up and helped it get into Spike’s claws.

Just from holding it, Spike could tell it felt lighter than it had the day before. He double-checked and saw the it was the same fifty pounds it had been set to yesterday. Smiling, Spike thought,” I think I actually am getting stronger.” Slowly, Spike brought the bar down to his chest and then, just as calmly, lifted it up as far as his arms could extend. He did this over and over again working his way up to the one hundred reps like he had done the day before. However, unlike how his arms grew tired and sore barely a third of the way through and he had to struggle the rest of the way, this time, he managed to get over halfway before he could feel the burn coming on and his arms started to become sore just near the end. Beyond that, he finished up with great ease and sat upright. He wiped the little sweat from his brow and flexed his arms a bit with great satisfaction.

“Yeah!” cheered Bulk as he flexed too. “Way to go! Ready for more?”

“Bring it on,” answered Spike as he got up and proceeded over to the next machine on his circuit. He took a seat and waited as Bulk put the same weights on as the day before. With confidence, Spike got to work and found this had gotten easier too. The same was true for the rest of the circuit that had gone from a grueling hell to a comfortable workout he could do while barely breaking into much of a sweat. At least, that was how his first rotation went. After he hydrated on his cooldown break, Spike and Bulk returned once more to the bench and the barbell. Spike reclined back and held his arms out to accept the weight once more, but Bulk Biceps had gone to grab two more weights. They were smaller ten pounders and he placed one on each side of the barbell. He then lifted it up, showing no change in difficulty for him to hold it, but as it came into Spike’s claws, the increase in weight was very noticeable. The purple dragon gripped it tightly and his arms flexed as he mustered a lot more strength right from the start.

“You did so great that we’re bumping you up a level on everything in your circuit,” Bulk Biceps told him. “Congrats!”

“Y-Yeah, great,” gulped Spike a bit less confident now that he was struggling even worse with the weights than he had the day before. As he began his reps, he didn’t even make it to twenty before he was starting to sweat. The burn flared up in his arms and all the soreness he had thought he had overcame was back with avengence. Gritting his teeth, reaching a full one hundred seemed much farther away as he paused several seconds before each rep to gather the energy he needed to perform the next one.

As Spike continued, he tried to keep his mind occupied as his arms starting to quiver and the feeling in them faded. He thought about Tamati’s words of encouragement, if they could be considered that. He thought about impressing Sweetie Belle with his new muscles and confidence, not to mention all the other ladies he’d show them off to as well. But mostly, he thought about his reward dessert tonight after he had put a hard day’s work in pumping iron.

“And that’s the last one,” spoke Spike’s trainer as he returned the barbell to its idle spot over the edge of the bench. “Time for your legs!”

“Woohoo…” a weary Spike uttered, already half soaked in sweat after hardly perspiring from the full circuit the first time around. Despite this, he got up and moved to the second machine again and like before, Bulk Biceps added more weight to up the difficulty. Pressing his feet against the metal plate, Spike could feel the difference and the amount of strength and energy needed to do lift the weights up. Just as before, he went through it without complaining and focused only on happy thoughts. That was the only thing to keep him going as he went through the circuit several grueling times till he was once more utterly exhausted and had to drag his aching body once more back to the Castle of Friendship and pass out till it was time once more for his late night snack run.

“Welcome back again, Spikey!” cheered Pinkie, her sweet voice as opposite Bulk Bicep’s as the reasons he went to the two of them. “I was expecting you tonight so I made sure to have a lot of goodies freshly made just for you.”

“Sounds delightful,” drooled Spike, starving after such an intense workout. He could smell the freshly baked treats and could barely keep from drooling or quiet his belly from rumbling. “I’m starved!”

“Oh, I can tell just listening to how your chubby wubby tummy sounds,” she teased as she rubbed and groped it. Spike couldn’t help but smile as she played with his belly pudge, the feeling of her fingers against his soft underbelly gave him a blissful enjoyment. To his dismay, she only did so for a moment, but only so she could start gathering some steaming hot confections and place them before him on the table. “Luckily, Dr. Pinkie has the cure right here!” She placed down some fresh baked apple pies, muffins, cookies, whole chocolate cakes, baskets of mixed gems, and lots more sugary and fat-inducing delights before the hungry, little dragon. “Now, eat up! Doctor’s orders.”

“I’m not one to question a doctor’s orders,” chuckled Spike as he carved himself out a nice piece of apple pie to start himself off like the day prior. “Especially when the medicine is so tasty. Just to be safe, you think I should eat all of it?”

“Oh, if you can that’d be great,” she encouraged him and looked very eager to see him try. She looked on as he brought the first gooey apple pie slice to his maw and took a big bite, smiling even more as he munched it up and swallowed.

“Mmm… shoo good,” he told her. “Even better freshly made.” Happily he gobbled up the rest of the slice and quickly took another, quickly devouring the pie even faster than he had managed yesterday and continued to glut and fulfill his goal to eat everything.

“Heheh, you eat more like a pig than a dragon if you ask me,” joked Pinkie Pie as she watched Spike practically dive head first into a chocolate cake once the pie was safely tucked away in his stomach.

“Don’t insult me,” retorted Spike. “Dragons are waaay bigger eaters than pigs. How do you think we get so big?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. “Wasn’t it greed or something?”

“Well, I certainly am greedy enough to eat all these sweets,” salivated Spike as he grabbed some cookies to munch up, followed by a clawful of gems.

“Guess we’ll find out once you’ve eaten more,” smiled Pinkie. “You did say you were going to be coming over every night, right?”

“I sure am,” nodded Spike as he gave his gut a pat, feeling it a bit taught, but not even feeling close to be full despite the amount of food he had already put into it. “Looks like my muscles aren’t the only thing getting bigger. My stomach is as well and all the better for me.” With a greedily gluttonous look in his eyes, Spike grabbed a nearby muffin and opened his maw to fit the whole thing in and continue his binge.

A few hours passed as the hungry dragon ate and ate and ate every sweet treat he could get his claws on and stuff into his ever expanding stomach. His gut bulged outward and to the sides as he forced more food into it than he ever imagined he’d be able to and while he might have been mostly joking about dragons eating more than pigs earlier, he could see his statement was truer than he imagined, consuming what felt like his bodyweight in food before reaching the limits of his appetite and forced to finally stop.

“Can’t eat another bite,” he groaned and belched, spewing some green embers from his maw. His gut looked so overly full that he had to lift up his shirt over his gut to keep it from putting any pressure on it.

“You’ve certainly ate a lot,” chuckled Pinkie as she gently rubbed his massive sphere of a gut. “I’ll bring the table back up to the main floor then you can go and rest. See ya tomorrow, hungry.”

“See ya,” waved Spike as the table he was at was lifted back up to the main floor.

Spike returned home, happy he managed to eat way more than the night before, but sadly failed to fit everything in his stomach like he had planned. Slowly waddling through Ponyville as the early morning sun was still at least a couple hours from rising over the horizon, he hefted his gut all the way back to the Castle once more to sleep till it was time to return to the gym. Climbing into bed, he rubbed his overly stuffed gut to ease it and then let out a yawn, eager to see what was to become of him when he’d awaken again.

Awakening next, Spike found his changes with more excited bliss this time compared to the day before. His chubby belly was even bigger, now clearly fat. He couldn’t even keep his shirt tucked in to hide it and he actually smiled as he rubbed it with his claws. His arms and legs had thickened too with meat, giving him a beefier look. Taking off his clothes to get a better overall look, he saw his rear was a significantly rounder and softer and even his tail looked thicker, particularly at the base. His chest had some softness to it too and he could see the early development of a pair of moobs too. Even the chubby cheeks on his face was looking chubbier and he was starting to develop a doughy chin too slightly drooping down his neck.

After getting an eyeful of that, he began to flex and see how his workout had changed him strength wise. Making muscles on his arms, he could see the muscle through the pudge they had gained and could feel they were definitely bigger than before. He gave them a test by attempting to lift up his bed and to his delight, he could managed to do it with only one hand. The shaping up dragon didn’t even feel any soreness from all the working out he had done, in fact, he felt like he was brimming with energy!

“Sweet Celestia, this is awesome!” cheered Spike as he admired his body some more in the mirror. “I love the muscles and while I wasn’t too thrilled about putting on all this extra plumpness at first, it does feel rather nice. I guess Tamati knew what he was talking about after all. Dragons indulge and that’s how they grow to fit their proper body type. Speaking of which…” With even more eagerness, Spike hurried over to the the wall where had had set up a height chart for himself. Just looking the lines for how he had grown month after month, his height had showed little to no increase even after reaching his teens. As he attempted to check his results now, however, he found himself a full half inch taller and found this to be the best result of his new diet and training regiment. “Hah! Seems Twilight doesn’t know a thing about dragons after all. Probably purposely keeping me on a diet to stunt my growth or something. Well, no more! Look out world! Spike is getting bigger and better than ever!” Rushing to his door, Spike ran his way over to Bulk Bicep’s gym ready to push his limits even further.

Day after day passed by as Spike kept on outdoing his previous day’s efforts. Before he realized it, he was handling weights that his old self wouldn’t have been able to budge even a little and, every time he saw Bulk Biceps have to add on more weight to give him a greater challenge, he smiled with prideful accomplishment that he was that much stronger now.

“Keep this up and you’ll be lifting as much as me, Spike,” praised the muscular horse who didn’t seem to overly jacked to Spike now that he could understand the amount of hard work and determination he had to have to reach such levels of raw strength. He was still far off from being even half as muscular as him and far even from how perfectly build Tamati was, but the purple dragon was more than satisfied with the results he obtained in just a short week.

“Thanks,” Spike answered happily. “I’m not sure if I’m more amazed at my new muscles, how effective your training has been or the fact that you didn’t call me, ‘Little Dragon’ for a change.”

“I don’t see any little dragons around here,” Bulk Biceps pointed out with a smile. “Do you?”

“Heheh, nope,” agreed Spike as he flexed one of his arms and attempted to use the hand on his other army to measure it. Doing so, he found it was too thick to even wrap his claws around. It felt very solid while he made a muscle, but as he relaxed it, he could feel his claws press up against the soft layer of arm flab.

Looking over the rest of his body, he admired the ample pudge all of Pinkie’s treats had provided him, giving him a large gut that managed to be doughy, but firm thanks to all the exercise he had to keep his body from getting too overly fat and providing him with a strong foundation for the pudge to form on. From the defined yet pecs on his chest to his strong, thickened thighs, to his plump, but shapely glutes to his improved tail that looked capable of felling an apple tree in only a few swings of it, and to everywhere else, Spike was pleased with the body he had developed.

So much so, in fact, he couldn’t help getting aroused by his own sexiness that added to his original horny urges. With his new, larger body, the lustful dragon soon found himself several sizes too big to fit into anything in his wardrobe four days into the training. Bulk Biceps offered him a speedo like the one he had on and Spike found it left nothing to the imagination. Needless to say, he liked it. Grinning at the obvious bulge he had, Spike gladly accepted it, his sense of shame gone along with his scrawny, weak self.

“Ready for the barbell again?” Bulk Biceps asked Spike.

“Always,” he nodded and got into position. As he was given the barbell, he started to do the reps as Bulk Biceps counted.

“1… 2… 3… 4…”

“58… 59… 60!” cheered Pinkie Pie as she watched Spike binging on a huge plate of sugar cookies. He had already eaten a dozen pies, five cakes, and a whole tray of muffins stacked in the shape of a pyramid and still he didn’t falter from consuming more. “Oh! You might finally do it today! You might finally finish everything!”

“Hard to do when you make even more than you did the day prior,” commented Spike as he paused from eating only to answer her and then went right back to scarfing up the last of the cookies on the plate. After that, he took a whole bowl of gems and poured them into his maw, crunching the expensive snack with his powerful teeth and then washing it down with some milk. He let out a quick belch and then grabbed a tub of ice cream to attack that next. All the while he did this, Pinkie was more than content to rub his gut, especially with how much more there was to rub after it had plumped up so much.

“You’re a real champ when it comes to eating,” she told him while squeezing his gut tight. “I could watch you glut for hours! Hehe, and I think I will,” she added as she helped push another cookie through his scaly lips and into his already stuffed mouth.

“Done,” announced Spike a while later into his late night snack, the sun just starting to peek over the horizon.

“You’re full?” she asked, great disappointment in her voice despite this being his longest binge yet.

“No, I can still eat, but there isn’t any food left,” he explained and belched out a stream of green fire that illuminated the darker parts of the room and showed that there was indeed not a single sweet left to be nibbled on.

“Oooh! You did it! You did it!” cheered Pinkie as she bounced around the room. “We should celebrate! I’ll go whip you up something else to eat!”

“That’s quite alright,” Spike told her, halting her from further baking. “I should be heading for home to get some rest. It’s a very important day for me, after all.”

“It is? What’s going on?” she asked him curiously.

“It’s the day to see if all this training will pay off,” he answered as patted his gut and then pressed his claws firmly against his belly scales to enjoy how deep they could sink into it.

“And that’s the last one,” said Spike after spending half an hour in his room snapping photos of his body to send to Tamati as he promised. With the week behind him, Spike could hardly believe the bod he now possessed. Flexing his mighty arms, he could marvel at the powerfully sculpted muscles he had developed. Even with all weight he put on they were still partly visible even while he didn’t flex. His gut had grown even large, becoming a rather hefty gut that dropped a bit below his waist. The moobs on his chest had developed some more and along with his entire torso made a rather comfy little bed someone could snuggle up in.

The rear of the dragon had gotten bigger still as well, developing into quite a lusciously pair if miniature bean bag chairs that boosted him up wherever he sat. As for his tail, it had gained more length as well as thickness. When he tried to wrap it around his body, he could just barely get it around his entire front half.

The length of his tail wasn’t the only growth he experienced. His height had continue to increase bit by bit, gained a full three inches that was scratched on his height chart quite vigorously with his nail from excitement.

Spike then waddled over to his desk and took a seat to write him a note on a scroll paper. Even with his thicker digits, his handwriting remained unchanged. “The week is up. Here’s the new me. What do you think?” With photos and scroll in hand, Spike set them ablaze and waited.

“Uuurap!” belched Spike as the response came back not ten minutes later. Opening up the scroll to read, Spike couldn’t help but laugh at the first few lines.

“Damn you got big!” wrote Tamati, his writing rather improved and lacking any blotches of ink anywhere. “Just seeing how much progress you made in a week should be proof enough that this is the build you were always meant to have. I’d say you have a seventy-thirty muscle-to-fat ratio. That’s really good especially with how well you carry it. I don’t have to ask you how it feels since that look on your face and that stiffy you got clearly means you’re loving it and ready to put it to use. Well, time to hook your pony. The trick to doing this is you’ve got to be a master baiter.” Reading that last part, Spike rolled his eyes before reading on. “Ok, terrible jokes aside, you have to attract the ones you like come to you. You got the perfect lure with that body of yours, so just dangle it in front of them till they bite and then reel them in. I doubt you’ll need any, but let me just wish you good luck anyway.”

Putting the scroll down on his desk, Spike sat up and took a deep breath. “Ok, Sweetie Belle. It’s time to give this another shot.”

Going into town, Spike began his search for Sweetie Belle. His increased size had been turning ponies heads since he started to bulk up and today was no different, especially with the speedo tightly clenched to his plumpened rear. As he walked by, Spike smiled seeing that all the ponies had to look up to meet his eyes, filling him with pride.

While most couldn’t decide what to make of Spike, there were a few mares that couldn’t help blush as he walked by. In response, Spike flexed his thick arm muscles to show them off and they were drooling with delight to see it become rock hard.

“I never noticed you were so strong, Spike,” one said.

“Maybe you’d like to come back to my place for a little fun,” another offered.

“Hehe, thanks, but I’ve got a bit of business to take care of today, but I’ll keep your offers in mind,” he smiled and continued through town with some added swagger in his step, but try as he might, he was unable to find Sweetie Belle anywhere. Scratching his head, a thought came to mind and, quickly, Spike ran to the park like he had done last week. Reaching the gazebo, he could hear the unmistakable dulcet tones of her voice and as he had hoped, found her by the lake.

“Hey, there,” he called out to her. “Still working on that song?”

“Yeah, I- Spike!?!” she gasped. “Is that really you? You’re so… big.”

“And buff,” he added as he flexed to show off his muscles. “Not bad, right?”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded as she felt his muscles, running her hands over his arms and then ran them down his chest and over his soft gut, pressing her palms into it. “I mean, I always liked you, but now, your body… it’s…”

“You like it?” smirked Spike as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Uh huh,” she nodded and blushed, slowly resting her head against his chest as he rubbed her back. “Didn’t you want to have a picnic with me before?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I asked you last week, but you were busy.”

“I’m free now, but I’m not really hungry at the moment,” she spoke calmly to him.

“I’m not particularly hungry either,” he replied, but his stomach rumbled betrayed him. “Uh, well, I’m still happy just spending this time with you.”

“I’d love to,” she giggled as she looked at his blushing face. Lifting her head up, she looked deeply into Spike’s emerald eyes. He looked back into her own green beauties. Slowly their heads moved closer till at last they embraced in a kiss. The feeling of her tender lips against his scaley ones and her body hugging into his tightly was more wonderful than either could have hoped.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “Will you be mine?”

“Be the crown jewel in a dragon’s treasure horde?” she smiled as she sat on his lap to be as close as she could to him. “How could I resist such a tempting offer from such a sexy dragon?”

“You really think I’m sexy?” he asked. “What part? The muscle or that fat?”

“Both,” she answered as she pressed her hands against his soft chest. “It’s a nice combination you got. So soft on top yet so well built underneath. How’d you even get like this so quickly? It’s only been a week since I last saw you.”

“Lots of exercise and muffins,” he chuckled and she giggled too. “Seems dragons are able to build up their bodies quite quick in both regards. I feel like a new dragon.”

“You seem like the old Spike to me,” Sweetie Belle told him. “But I know what you mean. So, do you… wanna do it?”

“You mean ‘do it’ do it?” blushed Spike as her fingers danced down to his crotch and tugged at his speedo making him become very anxious as his heart pounded in his chest. Tugging it down, his cock stood at attention and was already leaking pre.

“Mmhmm,” she nodded and gave his cock an eager lick. “Mmm, I’ve always been curious what it’s like to have sex with a dragon. From a first impression, I think this is going to be a lot of fun.”

“Murr, then let’s have fun,” smiled Spike as he panted hot air out his maw.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she teased. “These clothes aren’t going to take themselves off.”

Snorting smoke from his nostrils at what Sweetie Belle was offering him, Spike helped undress her, peeling off her shirt and then unbuttoning her jeans before gently tugging them off. As he did this, Sweetie Belle helped pulled his speedo down past his knees enabling Spike to wiggle them off the rest of the way off his feet. Moving onto her bra, Spike carefully undid the strap in the back and watched as his beloved cupped her breasts as she slowly took them off as she watched Spike stare in awe at her delicate chest.

Sweetie Belle gave him a few moments to admire her rack before raising a finger to refocus his attention and lowered it to her panties. Using that finger to tug are her last piece of clothing, she lifted up the front and let it snap back, enticing the entranced dragon to strip her of them as well. Gripping her panties in the front and tugging them down, Spike got his first look at her pussy and saw it was also wet and eager for sex just as much as his dick.

Looking passionately at one another, they didn’t need words. Slowly, Sweetie got into position, laying on top of Spike as he rested his back on the soft grass. She got her vagina aligned with his dick and, slowly, she pushed it inside her, a perfect fit like a hand in a glove. She let out a soft moan of bliss as Spike reached around to her rear and gave both cheeks a squeeze. Blushing as she felt Spike’s claws, she rested against his chest and sighed.

“I’m so warm in your embrace,” she said to him.

“Well, that’s to be expected from a fire breathing dragon,” chuckled Spike as he moved his hands to wrap around her back and did the same with his tail. Breathing deeply, he stoked the flames within him and raised his body temperature a few degrees higher. As she relaxed in his warm embrace, Spike sat up and continued to keep his darling lover wrapped tightly to him like she was a giant gemstone he wouldn’t ever let go of.

Maneuvering to cling onto Spike’s shoulders, Sweetie Belle began to lift herself up and down as she pleasured Spike’s cock and herself as well. Pressing her breasts against the top half of his gut and chest she placed her head against her cheek as pleasurable moans slipped out her maw. Even those sounds came out like music to Spike’s ear.

At the same time, Spike caressed her back tenderly as he enjoyed her company and the beautiful euphoria they shared. Turning his head slightly, he kissed her forehead and murred as he enjoyed their love making.

“Sunny days,” Sweetie Belle started to sing in tempo with their sex. “Shining brightly! Shining warmly! Gentle breeze! Blowing swiftly! Blowing cooly! Crystal Waters! Flowing in and out!”

“Did you finish your song?” asked Spike as he placed a hand on her cheek and tilted her head up to his.

“I was still working on the end, but I think I’ve just found the words,” she answered.

“Would you mind singing me the rest?” he asked as he reached down and planted a kiss on her nose. “I always loved hearing you sing.”

“I would love to sing to you,” she blushed and reached up to rub his cheek. “I can see the sunshine, hear the wind blow, feel the water’s cool embrace. It’s a day like no other. It’s a time we share together. It’s a moment of bliss. From the instance our eyes meet to the moment that we kiss. Arm in arm and hand in hand we embrace one another. As the sun shines. As the wind blows. As the waters ebb and flow. I want this time to last forever. Forgotten never. Living always in our hearts. Always in our hearts. Forever in our hearts.”

The song came to an end as Sweetie’s voice slowly quieted to a silence. It ended on cue as Spike felt his cock pulse and unload his seed into his beloved mate. The euphoria was wonderful, but it was a second thought to him as he found tears running down his face from the beautiful lyrics accompanying that angeling voice.

“What did you think of it?” she asked Spike as she waited for a response. Hefting her up to meet her at eye level, he remained silent as he tried to keep from sobbing long enough to speak clearly.

“I… I loved it,” he told her. “I love you, Sweetie Belle.”

“I love you too, Spike,” she cried as he pulled her in for another loving embrace as the two once more kissed and wished that moment could have truly lasted forever.

Puckering his lips, Tamati blew a thin black flame into the water of the tub he sat in. He kept it up till the water started to steam and then slowed his breath till the flame died out. Reclining back, the dark dragon submerge most of his body till only his head, hands, and knee stuck out of the water. All around him, his harem of female Changelings were watching with delight. Many had loofahs in their hands while others had brushes and the rest nail files.

“Okay, ladies,” he yawned as he allowed the water to soak through his scales and relax his body and soul. “The water’s just right. You can come on in.”

Not wasting a second, they all climbed in and swarmed over their master. The ones with loofahs and brushes got to work washing and scrubbing over his body while the ones with nail files focused on grooming his nails and horns to a fine, even edge. Two focused their cleaning on his hands that were the most dirty, stained with ink from his efforts to improve his penmanship. The dark dragon moaned with delight as he was pampered all over his body, his cock poking out of the water too before long. His harem quickly turned their attention to it, hoping to get their turn to fuck master as soon as possible. Knowing they had to gain his favor, they returned to their jobs to do it as best they could.

“I wonder how Spike is doing,” he thought as he snorted up some steam into his nostrils and then exhaled some embers from his maw. “Did he score or strike out?”

“If it was your advice then he certainly did score,” replied Chrysalis as she worked to clean one of his pecs as Abby worked on the other.

“He did look rather sexy in those photos he sent,” Abby added. “Master Tamati is still sexier, of course.”

“It prides me to see my cohort is doing so well,” he spoke before looking down at Chrysalis and rubbing her stomach that had a slight, but noticeable bulge to it while she was undressed for the bath. A lot of the other Changelings in the tub were also showing a slightly rounder belly. “How are you all doing my little preggies?”

“It’s still really early,” Honey stated as she paused from smoothing the nail on his right big toe. “But in a few weeks we should be due to lay our eggs.”

“Those of you currently pregnant, at least,” stated Tamati. “If memory serves, a few of you have yet to receive me seed. We’ll have to remedy that soon. As for those of you who currently are carrying my offspring, you’d best get used to this feeling. In order to conquer Equestria I’ll need hundreds, maybe even thousands under my wing to accomplish this. I trust that none of you have any issue with this.”

“None at all, my Master,” smiled Chrysalis as she spoke for the whole group. “We are yours. Our bodies are yours to do with as you please. It is our greatest pleasure to serve you.”

“A splendid answer,” he smirked as he dunked a hand beneath the water and lifted up a palm’s worth that he slowly poured it over his cock. Shall, we then?” He smirked as he saw the eager looks on their faces as they nodded in unison. “My number one, Chrysalis. You are up, first.”

“Thank you, Master,” she bowed before eagerly taking his cock, the rod a mighty peninsular rising out of the ocean that was the bathwater.

“And the rest of you can continue to clean me,” he added and they all quickly returned to work.

Chrysalis had barely begun when a sudden feeling of gas rose up from the dragon’s chest and into his throat. Before he could stop himself, he unleashed a blast of flames and a scroll materialized in midair.

“Ohoh,” he coughed up smoke as he hurried to snatch up the letter before it fell in the bath water and got ruined. “It seems that Spike has some big news for me. I think that letter gave me a little heartburn.”

Opening the letter, he began to read it as Chrysalis slipped his dick into her pussy. He murred feeling as she began to fuck him, but didn’t let it distract him from Spike’s message.

“Dear Tamati,” he read. “I did it! I met with Sweetie Belle and it was such a magical experience for the two of us. There are no words I can offer to tell you how much I appreciate all the help you’ve given in guiding me down this path. My harem might only be of one right now, but I’ll keep working at it. I’ve already know a few other mares in town that I’m sure this hot stud of a dragon will be able to romance into bed. Your pal, Spike.”

“Hehe,” Tamati chucked after reading. “He sure is an interesting dragon. I’ll give him that, but that’s what I like about him.”

“Oh! Oh! F...Fuck!” howled Chrysalis as she humped against his crotch with all her might till his throbbing cock finally peaked and filled her pussy once against with his seed. She panted heavily, slowly pulling out and rested against Tamati’s chest.

“Not to say I am without some passion as well,” he smirked as he lifted up the former queen and locked lips with her, exchanging saliva before placing her beside him in the bath. Then with a claw, he waved Honey over to take her turn with his dick. She started out by rubbing and licking his shaft, helping to harden his it before taking her turn to fill it with pleasure.

As she slid his dick into her, Tamati noticed a bit more to Spike’s letter and continued to read. “P.S. I have some other good news to tell you. I have managed to decode a few more sections of Twilight’s cryptograms and have determined the location of the first of the Elements of Discord.” Seeing those words, a look of excitement spread across the dark dragon’s face and he murred as he relished in both the pleasure he was getting from being fucked as well as in finally being able to take another big step forward in his conquest. “I will send the results in a separate letter, but essentially, it appears to be in an ancient temple in the southwestern corner of Equestria. I wish I could be more specific, but apparently the only pony with any knowledge of its exact location is Daring Do, a famous adventurer that most only believe is heroine in a series of adventure novels. I’m certain that if you were to meet with her you could convince her to help you. I’ll send the details about her in a separate letter as well. Till we speak again, I’ll continue my research.”

“Such excellent news,” smirked Tamati as he rolled up the letter and called over one of the male Changeling guards waiting at the entrance to the washing chamber. “Wedge! Come over here at once!”

“What is it you need, your highness?” he asked. Wedge flew up over the edge of the tub to see what he needed, but he couldn’t help eyeing all the female Changelings and their naked wet bodies as they worked to get the few hard to reach spots on the dragon’s front before starting to work on his back side.

“I don’t want this to get wet,” he instructed. “So bring this to my chambers and then return to your post.”

“As you wish,” he bowed.

“And how are the other males doing?” he asked. “Well, I assume.”

“We’re few in numbers, but the reports from the ones who have returned have reported they are doing their best to collect love as discreetly as possible.”

“Excellent,” he replied, his voice distorting a bit as he cumming once more and Honey relished in the moment of once more experiencing an orgasm with her master. “We’re in no shape to mount a large scale assault to obtain love so we’ll need to manage as best we can scavenging for it while not drawing too much attention. The future of this hive depends on ensuring my offspring are well taken care of.”

“You are quite a nice guy for being such a big, scary dragon,” he commented.

“I can still be fucking terrifying if angered,” Tamati spoke and his voice filled Wedge with such dread that it sent a piercing chill right through his exoskeleton. “You’d all best remember that.”

“W-We will,” he nodded and hurried away. “I’ll bring the letter to your throne room!”

“Hehe,” he chuckled feeling quite amused. He lifted up Honey to kiss her like he had Chrysalis and then looked over the rest of his harem. Let’s see now… who is next?”

“And that should do it,” said Spike as he finished the letter he promised to send Tamati with the specifics on the Element of Discord and on Daring Do. Placing his quill down, he rubbed his writing claws to sooth them.

As he was about to send it up in smoke, he turned towards his bed where Sweetie Belle was resting after their fun afternoon. He smiled warmly as she looked so content to be nestled in his bed.

Looking again at his letter, he ignited it with a very quiet flame and watched it dissolve into smoke between his claws. With that done, Spike walked over to his mirror and picked up a large dumbbell in hand and a chunk of crystal he had broken off the wall of the castle in the other. He began to do reps while taking big bites of the tasty. After twenty reps, he switched what each hand was holding and resumed exercising and eating his snack. Spike was happy with how much he built up his body, but greedy for more.