The door slammed behind Spike after the three had entered his apartment. Quickly turning, the drake made sure to lock the door while keeping an eye on the peephole. He had hoped he had remained careful in his efforts to make sure none of them had been seen fleeing from the abandoned building. He hadn’t heard any shouting or heard any other sounds as he made his way through the alleyways. Nor had he seen any lights coming from the buildings when he had scanned the streets. They had been bare just like they had been when he had left to investigate, making crossing the street to his apartment a simple process. For all he knew, everydragon in the area was fast asleep. Still, one could never been too careful. Just because he didn’t see one didn’t mean he was right.

For several minutes he remained where he stood, feeling his heart slowly calm down. While dragons here were far less greedy than those who lived outside of Equestria, that did not mean there wouldn’t be those who would take advantage of the situation. Anydragon who had seen them would have tried contacting the police to tell that they had seen a group of streakers running around in the dead of night. Perhaps they would have followed Spike and company to find out where he lived to provide more information for some sort of reward. Yet, nothing seemed to be happening. He was safe and alone with the two naked-

Hands gently caressed his ass, catching him off guard. As his wings stood rigid from the sudden touch, he could feel something close to his tail. He could hear that person inhaling deeply as if to take in the scent of a delicious feast. Quickly, Spike spun around and pressed his back to the door. There, on her knees in front of him, was Sweetie Belle. But she wasn’t the Sweetie Belle he remembered. The last time he had seen her face to face was right before he left Ponyville. Back then he recalled she was wearing a yellow dress that Rarity had made, one of her sister’s more revealing pieces. Nothing too extreme, just something to help bring attention to the filly’s generous chest. He remembered that Snips and Snails had been drooling over her, thinking out loud to Spike if she would ever have a chest as large as her sister’s or if she would lose in that front to Apple Bloom. But what he remembered most was how embarrassed she was to be in it. How she didn’t like the fact that people were paying so much attention to her body. The filly had been relieved when Apple Bloom had given her a jacket to cover up.

That filly was no longer in front of him. This Sweetie Belle moved fluidly from her kneeling position to on her flank with her legs spread wide in front of her displaying both hooped nipple rings as well as the matching one on her clit. Before Spike could blink, one of her hands reached up to caress one of her mammoth mounds while the other reached down between her legs. With his eyes fixated on what was before him, Sweetie moaned as she gave her jug a squeeze with one hand while the other spread her wet pussy lips apart. The alluring scent of an aroused mare filled Spike’s nostrils as the mare’s eyes looked at him in a wanton fashion. She panted slightly while slowly licking her lips. It was as if she were doing everything in her power to convince him to take her right now. He would be lying to say he wasn’t hard. The Sweetie Belle before him was acting like a creature of lust far different than the pony he remembered.

“Master,” Sweetie Belle wantonly moaned. “Please use Cunt as you see fit. Cunt’s body is here to please Master and grant every wish Master desires. Fill whichever of Cunt’s holes you desire the most.” Just like that, Spike was suddenly thrusted back into reality. Slowly, his wings began to fold back onto his back as he looked at her with far less lust. Her words had reminded him that someone had done this to his friend, one he had known for years and the little sister of his first crush. They had turned this sweet and innocent soul into a mindless sex object. One that he, regrettably, might have taken advantage of. Disgust grew inside his chest, directed at whoever did this to her as well as himself for even thinking about taking advantage of her.

As Spike began to calm down, Sweetie began to look panicked. “Master does not want Cunt?” she asked in an almost shrill voice, tears threatening to roll out of her eyes. While she remained on the floor Spike could clearly see that she was trembling while doing her best to remain in her position. “D-Does Cunt not please you? Has Cunt done something wrong? Is…Is Cunt not needed? Please, let Cunt prove to you that she is a worthy slave!”

“No, no,” said Spike quickly as he held up his hands. He had no idea what he was doing. Nothing in his training even hinted at what to do in this exact situation. All he knew was he needed to calm her down. “That’s not it at all, you’re very, ah, pleasing, it’s just that I’m not in the mood right now.”

That seemed to do it. At once the trembling stopped and Sweetie’s eyes looked calmer. “Cunt sees. Please forgive Cunt for Cunt’s actions. It will not happen again.”

“Yeah, well, that’s great,” said a voice in the corner. Spike looked up to see his other house guest he had rescued. The blue dragoness stood there in a corner of the room using a curtain to hide her naked blue scaled body from sight.

“Oh right,” said Spike as he looked up, cheeks reddening when he saw her. “Sorry I forgot about you for a moment.” As he moved carefully around Sweetie Belle, he couldn’t help but admit that she was very attractive. There was something about her blue scales, perhaps the way they looked strong like sapphires. The fins on her head that went down her back, curving nicely without a sign of being jagged like some other dragons he had met. The curve of her horns on either side of her head. All those things seemed to enhance the beauty of her more slender frame. Yet despite being so slender, he could see definite muscle mass. Had it not been for the less than…normal way they met he would have been tempted to ask her out.

“Glad you could,” said the dragoness as she rolled her red eyes. “I mean, I just got kidnapped by some ponies who wanted to turn me into that eventually. But you can go back to staring at her and drooling. Don’t mind me at all. I’ll just continue to stand here, naked, in some stranger’s room.”

Spike couldn’t help scratching the back of his neck as he felt a bit sheepish. As he slowly looked away towards the ground he couldn’t help but think she had a point. Both of these girls were victims in a serious crime. He should have been acting at least a bit more professionally than this. His first duty should have been to make sure they were both alright before getting them some clothing, at the very least.

“Sorry,” said Spike as he looked up. “You’re right, I should have gotten you something to wear. Heck, I should have asked you for your name. It’s just…I know her. Haven’t seen her in years so this is…” Spike’s words trailed off as a lump appeared in his throat, choking off his air passage as the seriousness of the situation was finally getting to him. While unable to say anything else at the moment, he noticed that this new information to the dragoness had an effect on her. He could see in the barely lit room her eyes widening slightly while her claws gripped the curtain much tighter followed by a sudden intake of breath. Her tail moved into view, wrapping itself tightly around her leg and hugging the curtain to her body. The dragoness seemed to bite her lower lip while turning her head to look away.

“I didn’t know that,” she said. Her tone was softer than it had been, almost kind, but like she didn’t really know how she was supposed to sound at the moment. “Sorry they did that to her.”

“You couldn’t have known,” replied Spike in a choked tone. He paused to clear his throat before moving to the bedroom. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see what I have for you to wear. I’m Spike by the way.”

“Ember,” called out the female as Spike entered the room. “Er, thanks for coming when you did. If you hadn’t, they would have tried doing whatever it was they did to her to me. I’ll pay you back when I can.”

“No problem,” replied Spike as he crossed his room in a hurry to get to the dresser. When he reached it Spike opened a drawer he knew had some of his more casual attire. Something that could do for the meantime so he didn’t have to stare at their beautiful naked bodies. The less temptation to do anything to them the better. Also, it might help keep his body from reacting in a way he really, really didn’t want them to see.

Of course, none of them would have been in this situation if he had just stuck to protocol. Sure, several stallions and mares would have seen them naked followed by reporters hounding them for a story, but they would have been given blankets shortly after the police had arrived to conceal their nudity before being given real clothing back at the station. They could have given their statements and, given the seriousness of it all, the entire city’s police force would have been called in to find them. Perhaps even the Princess’ forces would have gotten involved given who was involved. Sweetie would be taken to someplace that might be able to help her return to the mare that she had been. He didn’t even know how to help her given what he had seen! There was no telling how much trouble he was in right now or how this might affect the case. For all he knew, the case might not even reach it to court because he didn’t do what he was supposed to. Celestia, why had he been so utterly stupid?!

Spike’s shoulders hunched slightly. He knew why almost as soon as the question had been asked. Sweetie Belle. At the cost of his job and probably his own freedom, he had done this for her as well as Ember. But just because he was not going to the police with them didn’t mean he was just going to let whoever did this get away. The only way he could do that without telling anypony about what he had seen would be to launch his own personal investigation. It would be dicey to do, but it was possible. Also insane and dangerous if he got caught by ponies on either side, but it was the only thing he could think of to make things right. How he could help Sweetie Belle later would be a question for a later time.

“So, do you know anything about the ponies who kidnapped you?” Spike asked, purposefully loudly. Yes, that was probably the best place to start.

“Not really,” shouted Ember from the other room. Thankfully she could see Spike’s head hanging from disappointment. “There’s this area of hot springs I know about back home that nodragon ever really goes. Not a lot of dragons care about being clean, but the water there does something to my scales to help keep them strong. With everything going on in the Dragon Lands right now, I needed to be on my A-game, ya know? So there I was, soaking in the water and minding my own business when suddenly I’m lifted out of the water by freaky unicorn magic. Then I’m bound by these two annoying unicorns who then toss me into a wagon along with my armor. Then I’m told I’m going to become a sex slave and yadda yadda yadda. Those two really liked to hear themselves talk. Anyways, I was carted off until they unloaded me in front of another unicorn who looked more prissy than most ponies I’ve seen. Then, well, you know the rest.”

“Did you ever hear their names? What did they look like?” asked Spike as he held up a shirt that he knew was far too big for Ember. However, it might be good for Sweetie Belle given the size of her chest. As he put it to the side, Spike also made a mental note about something going on in the Dragon Lands that required her to be at her best. It might have something to do with all of this. Even if it didn’t, it would be information about his race’s culture that he was unaware of. In either case Spike was curious to find out when things calmed down a bit.

“Flick or Fizzle or something like that,” said Ember before grunting. “Sorry, but all pony names sound the same to us dragons. Frooey shit like Glitterdust Rainbowseed or Flowers Smileyhappy or Magickhooves Skyface. Not to mention all of them looking alike in one way or another. All I can say is that they called each other brother a lot.”

“Brothers…” Spike whispered, making another mental note as he picked up the clothing he had picked out. He needed his pad and pen. It wasn’t much, but he had more than what he started with. Perhaps he could look up some of the files they kept at the office to see how many worked with their brother and were unicorns. Off the top of his head, only one duo came to mind: Flim and Flam. However, it seemed out of character for them to do something this vile. They were con artists and swindlers by trade. The worst they had ever done was that one time they had helped take over the Crystal Empire along with Iron Will and Lightning Dust under the orders of Radiant Hope. Heck even Chrysalis had gotten involved in that scheme. Thankfully, the Empire was quickly reclaimed with no lasting damages.

Since then, Flim and Flam had managed to elude arrest. How they did so Spike wasn’t exactly sure since it had happened so long ago. What he did know was a few things that the two of them had been up to. They had been traveling all across Equestria staying out of Ponyville; probably because the ponies there had finally figured out not to trust the pair. Yet even that didn’t work out so well. Applejack had warned her kin in Appleloosa about the brothers, and when they came in with a spray they claimed would keep desert critters away from the apple orchards, nopony believed them. In Dodge Junction, they were caught by Applejack during a visit to Cherry Jubilee’s diverting a good portion of the river to help grow some magically altered cherries they had created, feeding their own crops while sabotaging the competition. Naturally, they had been run out from there as well. In Manehatten, they had opened up a pawn shop and were caught very quickly lying about their products. They tried selling watches they claimed were made of real gold when in fact they only looked that way. There were many other things they did as well, resulting in them needing to exit the city as fast as they could. After that, they pair had gone to try their luck in Griffonstone trying to start up their own retirement home there. Applejack and Rainbow Dash were up there visiting Gilda and her uncle when they discovered that the living conditions there were worse than if the elderly were living on the street. Heck, Spike had heard rumors that they had gone to a place called Hollow Shades to take advantage of the poor economy over there by buying up genuine silver and other high quality items for far less than they were really worth. While Spike wouldn’t put much by the brothers, he did think that this was something that even they wouldn’t touch; they seemed to draw the line at anything beyond financial harm.

Sighing, Spike headed back to the main room with the clothes he picked out. It wasn’t much, just a pair of shirts along with a pair of boxers. They might be loose on the girls but it would help cover them up until he could get them proper clothing. Perhaps he would take them out before his shift started to get them something proper. If he could be sure Sweetie wouldn’t make a scene that is. If not, he would just take Ember.

When Spike left his room, he saw Ember hadn’t moved from where he had left her. Her head was facing the door and she eyed the clothing he carried with a look of disgust. “What is that supposed to be?” she demanded as he drew closer.

“Just something to wear for now,” he said calmly if a little taken aback by this. “Best I can do for now. Probably beats being naked.” Spike then handed over the clothing meant for Ember, who took it somewhat reluctantly. Standing there for a moment, he watched as she held it up as if to examine it.

“It’s so…soft,” she said looking at it from front to back. “Probably weak as well. One fire blast and this thing is history. I can’t go back home wearing something like this. Don’t you have any armor or anything? I don’t care if it doesn’t fit me properly, just something that’ll offer me some protection!”

“…Dragons around here wear this stuff all the time; we don’t have to worry about getting set ablaze all the time,” said Spike as he raised an eyebrow. This caused Ember to let out an exasperated groan as she rolled her eyes. Lowering her arms, she kept her gaze on the material in her claws.

“Right, I forgot where I was,” she groaned again looking like she might rip the shirt in two. Spike was about to say something only to be stopped as she quickly put it on. “The place where dragons go to get all feely and crap. I need to find some armor before I can go home. If anydragon sees me wearing pony clothing, I’ll be a disgrace!”

“I’m a dragon.”

“Since I have nothing left to lose now!” Without another word, Ember put on the boxers right in front of Spike. As she raised one of her legs to do this, Spike caught a brief and unintentional glimpse of her slit. Cheeks burning, Spike looked away as Ember bent down a bit to pull the briefs fully on.

Now standing up and away from the curtain, Spike could see Ember more clearly with her arms crossed. In a way with that oversized shirt and boxers she looked like a mare who had just woken up at her coltfriend’s place, getting ready before going out. He had read stories about that sort of thing in magazines he would certainly never tell Twilight that he read. As he looked at her, Ember seemed to advert her gaze away from him towards the floor as she shifted on her feet.

Not wanting to stare at her any longer out of fear he would make her feel uncomfortable or eat a fist, Spike turned towards Sweetie Belle. She was still in that same pose she had been in, only turned around so that she was facing him. Calmly, he approached her while holding out the clothing he had picked out for her…only to be met with a shocking surprise. She looked at the clothing as if they had suddenly become a timber wolf ready to devour her. Her body went rigid for a moment before she began to crawl backwards. Stunned by this Spike froze as Sweetie continued to move backwards until her back was to the door with her palms bracing it for support. Her eyes seemed to twitch and shake as they tried to keep their focus on what Spike held.

“Please no Master,” she finally spoke as tears began to pour down her face uncontrollably. “Master said he wasn’t going to get rid of Cunt. Cunt has been good. Cunt can be useful, Cunt really can! Cunt will cut her own throat if Master wishes it so. Cunt is a good slave. Please master, don’t throw Cunt away!”

“Woah, woah,” said Spike as he tossed the clothing aside. Seeing this caused Sweetie to calm down a bit allowing Spike to approach her. He then got on one knee before placing a comforting claw on the mare’s shoulder. At once Sweetie looked at his before looking at him. Once their eyes met, Spike began to talk again in his best calming voice. “What’s wrong?”

Sweetie gulped loudly. “M-Master was going to give Cunt clothing,” she replied with a trembling lip. “Slaves are not allowed clothing, only free ponies wear them. Giving Cunt clothing means that Master no longer wants Cunt, that Cunt is unneeded. Cunt’s only purpose is to be a slave for her master. Better to be dead in the service of Cunt’s master than to be dismissed. So please master, do not dismiss Cunt. Order Cunt to slit Cunt’s throat instead.”

As Sweetie spoke Spike could feel the bile in his stomach rise. It took a thunderous effect for him not to puke at what he was seeing and hearing. Her mind had been twisted into thinking of herself to this level, to not even caring about her own life! What kind of monsters would do this to somepony like Sweetie? No, to any pony out there! Then a sickening thought came to Spike as he stared at her. One that caused his heart rate to quicken.

“Do…Do you know who I am?” Spike asked softly?

Sweetie blinked at that. “Master is Cunt’s master,” she answered.

“I mean, do you remember me before tonight?” asked Spike in a shaky voice. Sweetie seemed to look confused now, tilting her head to the side a bit. She looked lost, as if she were back in school and had been asked to solve a math problem that took up the entire blackboard. “Do you remember anything at all of your past? Your friends? Family? Your home?”

Sweetie, if possible, looked even more confused. Only, that confusion was directed at Spike. “Cunt has no family. Cunt has always been a slave. All she remembers is Cunt’s training to make Cunt a perfect slave for Master’s enjoyment.” The way she sounded, it was as if she were explaining the most obvious thing in the world to him. Something she had lived with her entire life and had no reason to question it. But how was that possible? Had whoever done this used magic or something to make her forget everything? To remove all curiosity over her own past. Helplessly, Spike turned to look at Ember who was looking back at Sweetie in horror. The look in her eyes was the same as someone who had narrowly escaped death. Perhaps it had more truth to it than either realized.

“Ok, ok,” said Spike as he turned to look at Sweetie again. He opened his mouth to say something, but paused. He wanted to tell her that he wasn’t going to toss her out, but wanted her to wear clothing, but it seemed like whoever had done this had integrated it into her mind that clothing was bad. No telling what might happen if he said that, and it didn’t feel right ordering her to wear it. Perhaps what he needed to do now was to slowly break down whatever training she had been through. Maybe splash some water on her to see if he could awaken the old Sweetie Belle. Or he could find the bastards who did this and threaten to rip out their guts if they didn’t undo this spell! Actually, he could just do both. Try to ‘wake up’ the real Sweetie by treating her like a pony and trying to remind her of who she once was while he searched for the ponies who did this to her.

“I’m going to call you Sweetie Belle from now on,” said Spike, hoping that starting with her real name might be a good start.

“Is that Cunt’s new name?” Sweetie asked. “Would Master like to change the name the last master gave Cunt?”

“Yes,” said Spike instantly. “And you can call me Spike. In the back is Ember.”

“Sweetie Belle understands, Master Spike,” said Sweetie with a nod. She seemed to calm down considerably now. She hadn’t moved from her spot, probably, because she hadn’t been ordered to.

“You can relax, Sweetie,” said Spike before pausing to see what happened. What he saw wasn’t what he had expected. When he had told her to relax, Spike believed that she would have gone into a sitting or kneeling position. Instead, Sweetie’s arms lowered so that her hands touched the ground followed by her spreading her legs wide as if to invite Spike to take her once more. Once more he could see what she was offering with a smile on her face. Gulping, Spike mentally reminded himself of how empty that offer was. It wasn’t because of what she wanted but what others had convinced her that she wanted it. They had done something to her, so he needed to not let himself take advantage of her, no matter how much she believed she believed she wanted him.

“Um,” began Spike as he tried to think of what to ask her next. Perhaps he could question her, find some details out. “Sweetie, I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability.”

“Of course, Master,” said Sweetie Belle as her smile reappeared. “All of Sweetie Belle’s services are open to Master Spike.”

Spike suddenly felt a bit hot under the collar. “Um, right,” he said as he cleared his throat. “Do you remember where you were before I found you?”

“Sweetie Belle was in her box being brought to meet her future Master. Sweetie Belle is happy to have such a powerful Master to serve.” At that, Ember let out a snort Spike ignored.

“What about before that? Do you remember who trained you? Do you remember where they trained you?”

“Sweetie Belle is forbidden by her trainers to ever speak their names,” said Sweetie, looking a little scared now. “Only Sweetie Belle’s Master may speak their name.” As Spike listened to his he wanted to shut his eyes and groan. Of course they would do something like that. If she were ever discovered by the police, they wouldn’t want her telling them anything. It would probably be pointless asking her to describe them as well. Pity that the good news kept on coming. “As for where they trained Sweetie Belle, Sweetie Belle does not know. Sweetie Belle’s eyes were covered most of the time during Sweetie Belle’s training. Whenever Sweetie Belle was given permission to see, Sweetie Belle was always in a room.”

“Great,” said Spike as he stood up. Turning around he began to think of where to start. All he knew was that whoever was behind this was a pair of brothers and somepony else. Trainers and a seller. All of them were unicorns. There might be more but that was all he had to go on so it would have to do for now. For now, all he could do was check the files at the station to see if he could find anything. Maybe check some of the local snitches, those who knew almost every going on the streets and back alleys, who would disclose that information for a price. Some of the force’s patsies could also know. Perhaps they might have heard something. If only there was-

“Ember!” Spike shouted suddenly, turning to look at the dragoness. The blue dragon looked shocked, wings extended as if ready to fly. No doubt surprised by the suddenness of his outburst. “You said that after you were captured, they took your armor.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” said Ember as she relaxed her wings and folded her arms again. “No doubt those ponies are hanging it up as a trophy or something. Maybe adding it to their hoard.”

“Something like that,” agreed Spike with a grin. “It’s possible that they already had a buyer for Sweetie or they were talking about finding one. I’m not sure but they no longer have either of you. To them they just lost their product and the police might be looking for them. Meaning they’ll be trying to get rid of the evidence as quickly as they can while trying to make a bit. They could have taken your armor to any of the pawn shops in the city.”

“THEY DID WHAT?!” shouted Ember. A moment later Spike heard a muffled voice coming from up above his apartment followed by a foot stomping on the stone above. “Do they have any idea how long it took me to make that armor?”

“Look, this could be a good thing,” began Spike only to stop when Ember crossed the room to grab him by the shirt. Spike grabbed her by the wrists and braced himself as she tried to turn him around; possibly to toss him on the kitchen counter or knock him on the ground. Regardless, neither happened as he held his ground. He could see her eyes widening in surprise having clearly not expecting this much resistance. Spike then quickly added pressure to her wrists to force her to let him go only to have her tail swing at his legs. That did it. With a thud, Spike was knocked to the ground with Ember on top, straddling him by the waist.

“That is MY armor, you dick! Without it, I can’t go home. If anydragon saw me wearing pony clothing, then I would be seen as weak and attacked on the spot! So tell me how my armor being sold to a pawn shop is a good thing!”

“Well, for one thing, it’ll mean we’ll have a better chance at getting it back,” said Spike as he did his best at keeping his cool. He had been attacked by ponies before and was used to defending himself while on duty. Yet, for some reason, this felt different. He could feel his heart beating much faster as well as a desire to strike back and not be defeated. There was this cocky, Rainbow Dash level of desire to prove that he could take her if this continued. Even though he knew she was going through a lot, even though he wanted to keep her calm there was a part of him that wanted her to continue to lash out. He was almost disappointed when she pulled back a little while giving him a questioning look. What kept him under control was remembering what was important: stopping these monsters. “There isn’t a lot of demand for armor unless you’re a member of the Royal Guard or a collector. So depending on which place they sold it at there, there is a chance that it might be there for a while; not many collectors out there, guard has regulation armors and shitty pay. Meaning I could buy it back.” At that, Ember released him but remained where she was.

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess that makes sense,” she said in that awkward tone again.

“Right,” said Spike as he took a calming breath. “If I can find it first, it might be able to help lead us to whoever sold it. Many of the pawn shops around here collect information on who sells them what just in case it was stolen. I’m hoping if I can find the armor I might be able to find the ponies that captured you.” He didn’t mention that there was also a chance that it could be scrapped. While most places that would do that sort of thing were required to contact the police if they were given anything suspicious, there was always the chance that whoever took it paid them off to be quiet or something like that. Not a very likely option since, they were trying to make money, but then again they might not care and just want to get rid of the evidence.

“Does Master Spike prefer Mistress Ember?” came Sweetie Belle’s voice. Both Spike and Ember turned to look at her at the same time who returned their look with the same lusty expression as before. “If Master wishes it, Sweetie Belle can help. Sweetie Belle is trained to service males and females.” For a moment, both of them stared at her not knowing what she was getting at. Then they turned to look at each other only to realize the situation they were in. Ember was still on top of him, straddling his waist. If someone were to come in right now and saw only them, they probably would have thought that they had been making out or about to have sex. This realization dawned on Spike and, by the deepening shade on Ember’s cheeks, the dragoness as well. Quickly she got off of him and backed as far away as she could, muttering to herself the entire way.

“I think,” began Spike as he got up, “that it’s time for bed.”

Author's Note

Thanks to Kalash93 and Koekelbag for their help